Taoist and dog

Xiao Rong couldn't make up his mind whether to follow Lu Qinghe, and while he was hesitating, Lu Qinghe entered a door.

As soon as the white shadow disappeared, Xiao Rong suddenly panicked, he took a quick step, and entered the half-hidden door.

Behind the door is a small yard, and there are two tile-roofed houses, not too big, much better than the house Xiao Rong lived in before, but compared to what he saw along the way, this house is quite dilapidated.

Xiao Rong was looking at it when Lu Qinghe came out from the room on the right.

Seeing him, Xiao Rong tensed his muscles again like a conditioned reflex.

Lu Qinghe pointed to the wooden barrel in the corner of the yard, finally looked at Xiao Rong and smiled, "Move it to the middle, take a bath first."

Lu Qinghe didn't ask why he appeared here, but Xiao Rong was quite embarrassed by that smile.

The Taoist priest was mocking him for his unnecessary actions, and they all followed him...

Xiao Rong's face was a little hot, he didn't say a word, and moved the half-person-high wooden barrel to the center of the yard.

"The thing in your body should not be afraid of the cold, but cold water is not easy to get dirty. The water is boiling. Let's cut your hair first."

After Lu Qinghe said this, Xiao Rong realized that he was holding a pair of scissors in his hand. Seeing him looking there, Lu Qinghe pinched it twice, and the scissors made a clicking sound, as if proving its sharpness.

Xiao Rong stroked his braid back.

"Why, can't bear it?" Lu Qinghe kicked a bench over, "Things from the previous dynasty can't be sold as antiques, so it's useless to keep them."

Xiao Rong shook his head and sat on the bench.

For him, braids are as important as life, but overnight, the family and the country are gone, and now everyone has short hair, and this braid shows that he is an outlier.

It's good to cut it.

Lu Qinghe didn't even bother to surround him with the cloth, he pinched his braid and cut it, Xiao Rong felt a little light in the back of his head, and he was a little dazed again, but he kept a little bit of energy in Lu Qinghe's place, and he was always alert to this person.

There was the characteristic clicking sound of hair being cut in his ears, and the sound slowly traveled around his head a few times, Lu Qinghe clapped his hands, "Okay."

Xiao Rong lowered his head and saw his braid that could not be bent back very much.

Lu Qinghe threw away the scissors and rubbed the tiger's mouth, "Your hair is so hard that the scissors are blunt."

Xiao Rong stretched out his hand and touched it, feeling a little prickly.Lu Qinghe cut him very short, with a layer of green stubble sticking to his scalp, making him feel like a monk.

"I don't have a razor, otherwise I'll shave it all for you." Lu Qinghe was quite satisfied. Looking at Xiao Rong's dark head, he felt that if Xiao Rong didn't open his eyes, there would be a black ball on his shoulder. "Shaved There's nowhere to hide lice or anything else, or they're all in the hair, hard to find, hard to get rid of, just suffer."

what……

Xiao Rong opened his mouth, let Lu Qingheyi say that his brain was itchy, so he quickly grabbed it twice.It was also itchy before, but the hair was too thick to scratch, and besides, I was not in the mood to care so much.

Xiao Rong's action made Lu Qinghe not hold back Le.

Hearing his laughter, Xiao Rong looked over. Although Lu Qinghe didn't speak, he suddenly found that he seemed to know what Lu Qinghe was going to say...

Just as Xiao Rong wanted to stop it, he heard Lu Qinghe say, "It's really like a dog."

Xiao Rong: "..."

"It's just that once a dog is bitten by a bug, it scratches it so hard, kicking its paws hard on its face, as if it were slapping its own mouth."

Xiao Rong: "..."

"Not only the action, you go outside to catch a wild dog, and the fur is like you, covered in lice and fleas."

Xiao Rong: "..."

Xiao Rong's mouth twitched, revealing the canine teeth from time to time.

The more Lu Qinghe looked, the more he looked like a dog with fried hair.

"Don't you like to hear it? But it's possible..." At this point, Lu Qinghe suddenly noticed a problem, "Hey, why don't you talk?"

Ever since I met Xiao Rong, it seems that I have never seen him speak.

Just bared his teeth and said nothing.

Xiao Rong frowned, struggled for a while, pointed to his own throat and shook his head.

"Have a bad throat?"

Xiao Rong nodded.

"Can't speak?"

Xiao Rong nodded again.

"It's still a dumb dog." Lu Qing laughed together.

Xiao Rong: "..."

Give him a knife and he will kill this stinking Taoist priest!