Chapter 84 sweet, bitter, beautiful

In Beirut, Lebanon, a hairdressing salon called "So Beautiful" opened on the side of the street. It is a quiet corner in a noisy street.As soon as you walk into the cool shop, time is lost, and the hot summer sun can't follow. Three women stay here.The people around them, whether customers, neighbors, or women. She, Layari, fell in love with a man with a wife, and she was always waiting for his call, waiting to meet him, but she was repeatedly disappointed.She finally took the opportunity of doing beauty treatment for his wife to visit him, out of curiosity and jealousy.In the quiet room, in the deep afternoon, in the emerald green fish tank, crimson and moon-white fish shuttled among the aquatic plants. A child hid behind the fish tank with a careless face, and his smile burst out.She was defeated by all this, by his happiness, by the consummation created by the joint efforts of him and her, she left in a hurry, sat down on the street, reached into her bag, and touched a piece of tissue to wipe her face.How should she continue tomorrow?

She, Nisri, is about to marry her fiancé, but is worried that he will find out that he is not a virgin.Finally, accompanied by her girlfriends, she went to the clinic for the repair operation.At the place where the name was registered, the girlfriends laughed at her-you think, you are really in Paris?She still uses what she considers to be the most French pseudonym: "Maria Pompidou"!Will her marriage go well?She, Rima, has short hair, bright eyes, like a boy, she always wears earphones, she uses music to isolate herself from the world, and that female customer has big, black and dark eyes The female customer with deep, dark eyebrows, misty eyes, always asking her to wash her hair, and always looking up at her with a warm smile, is it for her?

She, Jamel, refused to be defeated by her age. She went to the casting place to audition time and time again. In the waiting place, a girl calmly reported to her boyfriend: "Yes, I am beautiful".And does she have such confidence? She, Rose, opened a tailor's shop next door to "So Beautiful", and confronted her half-crazy, much older sister, Lily, in the dark shop hall full of clothes.Crazy Sister's face was wrinkled like an orange, her mouth was puckered, her body bent, she picked up papers on the street, even police tickets, and she said loudly that all the papers were love letters written to her by someone, She must know what he wrote her.The tall, thin, gray-haired old gentleman in a suit came to Rose's tailor shop again and again, asking her to measure and make the dress that was destined to be bad, the crazy sister who was locked in the room Bang on the door hard, let me out, let me out.Rose finally decided to go on a date with the old gentleman. She got her hair done and put on makeup. The crazy sister realized that something was wrong, and acted like a child, making trouble, ridiculing, and begging. Will Rose leave her sister and go see the old gentleman?

Six women work together to resist time, life, and everything that this city imposes on them. The scars of war, hidden rules, the power of customs, the absence of men, and unpredictable eyes, living for them is like being treated as The caramel of beauty supplies, sweet, bitter, and beautiful.It hurts and it's hard to give up.Can they get what they want, get what they want, and not just broadcast their desires in the afterlife? She, Layari, finally gave up on a man with a wife, and slowly got along with the handsome policeman who had a crush on her; she, Nisri, finally married her fiancé; Short hair; she, Jammel, is still auditioning, running to create the illusion of time stagnation.

They met at Nisri's wedding. In front of the stone house on the hillside, the flowers were in full bloom, the trees were green, and a white dove was flapping its wings and flying across the mountains. And she, Rose, didn't go to see the old gentleman, took the old sister's hand, walked on the street, and accompanied her, picking up those papers that could never be finished, looking for the love letter that existed in the imagination, the gray road Between the houses of the vast city and the vast city, two small figures, walking side by side, walked farther and farther away.