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    In May, I cut my seven-year-long hair into a short one.  Seems like an adventure.  The people around me were already familiar with my long hair, and suddenly, it seemed like I had changed my face.

    On a sudden whim and a bold attempt, he walked unsteadily to the door of a barber shop.

    It happened to be noon, and the sun's light was a bit dazzling.

    The owner is a man in his 30s.

    He has dyed yellow hair.  Drying the hair of a female customer.

    Seeing me walk in, I smiled slightly.

    I have never been to this store.  The family I frequented closed down because of the second child.

    "Sit down for a while, and I'll be fine soon." He said.

    "oh oh¡­"

    I sat on the only old sofa in the barber shop.  Squinting at the crowds coming and going outside the glass door.

    The fingers rubbed back and forth restlessly.

    I don't like going to strange places.

    This strangeness made me panic.

    "What kind of hairstyle do you want to do?"

    "Oh oh no I just want to cut it short."

    "Perm your hair? It looks so good."

    I wanted to refuse, but knowing their marketing strategy, I vowed not to give up until I achieved my goal.

    So, unable to bear his coaxing and lying, I agreed to have my hair permed.

    "Have you ever permed your hair before?" he asked.

    "It was hot. It was a long time ago"

    "how long?"

    "19 years oldnow I'm 28 years old"

    "Your hair quality is not very good"

    "Like a pile of weeds." I laughed.

    Mentioning that perm at the age of 19 is like a nightmare.  When I came out of the barber shop with a hair full of curly hair, all the colleagues who came with me laughed and leaned forward.

    "Oh, why are you wearing a head of instant noodles?"

    "It's also dyed a strange color, it's like a hodgepodge."

    "You look older than ten years?"

    My face flushed instantly, I covered my hair with my hands, and quickly hid in the dormitory.

    Later, I made my hair straight.

    It seems that any hairstyle on my head loses its dazzling color.

    "Hey, straight hair is not suitable for you." My friend said.

    "It looks like your face is so big." Another friend said.

    "You better tie your hair up."

    All in all, I have tried many ways to change my appearance.  certainly.  Except for cosmetic surgery.

    Every girl or woman hopes to be the most eye-catching one in the crowd.  Be loved by all means.

    But I seem to have been the most common one since I was a child.

    The barber cut the hair very neatly.  The hair fell in bunches, like a tangled black rose on the ground.  Stubborn and self-willed unwilling to drift with the wind.

    I opened my eyes and looked at myself in the mirror.

    It seems like a world away.

    It has been two years since I left Shanghai.

    It has been seven years since I left my hometown.

    Now I live in a city.  Live a busy life.

    It's been a long time since I heard the accent.

    It is also a long time ago to go home by train.

    I don't like riding in a car.

    Looking through the memories, how many people are left for me to miss and look back.

    The world is always filled with messy desires.

    So, in countless late nights, I faced loneliness, disappointment, and fatigue I always wanted to grab it and throw it against the white wall. I couldn't hear the splash of blood, but I saw the soul jumping out of the body. She quietly  stood opposite me.

    "What's the matter with you?" she said.

    "You can't. You can get away with everything."

    "Don't be afraid of the road under your feet."

    We hug each other.  comfort each other.  Through the darkness before dawn.

    I like sleeping.  Have a lot of weird dreams.  The people in the dream are familiar and unfamiliar.

    The rainy season always makes people sad.

    Rain always reminds me of parting.

    But I like to walk through the rain, the pattering rain is the tears of the sky, and the thick fog is the white barrier of the sky.  Walking in the rain is like embracing the sky, its body temperature, its depth, and its black eyelashes.

    When I walked out of the barber shop, it was getting darkup.

    The man repeatedly suggested that I dye my hair.  This will make the perm more effective.  But I firmly opposed it.

    "I only like black," I said.

    His surprised expression froze in mid-air.

    Similarly, my hairstyle this time was also criticized by many people.

    "It's not pretty."

    Yes, it's not pretty.

    But I will not run away in a panic like I was 19 years old.  I stood in the center of the crowd, listening to voices from all directions.  silent.

    "It still looks good tied up." Someone said.

    "Oh oh" I nodded.

    "Why do you want to get a perm?"

    "I like it." I replied.

    "A little old-fashioned."

    "oh oh¡­"

    One day, two days, three days a week later, no one is judging my hair anymore.

    Another month passed.  The weather is warm.

    Someone suggested that I tie my hair up so that it would look cooler.

    Once a topic is started, then one person, two people gather around

    Let's bring up old things again.  All right.  I admit that this hairstyle is really unpopular.

    But I didn't change my hairstyle after all.  Still acting like nothing happened, with perm hair high-spirited, mingling among groups of people.

    I think this is me, I don't need to please anyone, and I won't change for anyone.

    Have nothing to do with the world.

    Silent joy.

    Enjoy the joys of solitude.

    I like myself who is getting more and more silent.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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