Chapter 47 Perm

Perm I have been in Shanghai for almost five years, and I have never had my hair permed.The reason why it was not hot at the beginning is very simple to say. It is because I have always grown up in the mainland, and I have never seen electric hot water hot water. I am afraid that it will be scary, so I dare not try it.But I don't want to show weakness in front of others, and make people laugh at me. "I don't want my hair to be burned and electrocuted", I often proudly tell people the reason for not perming.People also seem to think that this matter is "rare and precious" and "deserving of dignity", so they spread it to ten, ten and hundreds of times: "Qing never has a perm." I have never been a concubine in my life, and my doctrine of not having a perm has become a good talk among relatives and friends.Aunt Lin often used me as an example to teach her daughter: "Why are you going to get a perm again? It looks so ugly like a shaggy ghost! Look at how clean and generous it is when you sweep it back neatly like your cousin Qing. Very!" Ms. Liu, who graduated from the art school, often praised me in front of others! "Qing is a person who understands the beauty of nature, and he refuses to follow the trend. The curly and bundled hair is very tacky. Let the hair hang softly on the shoulders, it is simple and elegant."

After I gained many unexpected reputations, I really felt that I was a little bit great, and I was afraid that I would be ashamed of people who perm their hair.People are despised by me, although they are not happy in their hearts, they have to admire my ability to do good things alone.Women are the most good at imitating others. Today, when headless is not like an airplane, looking for a strand of straight black hair is like going through iron shoes and finding nowhere to go.So I am even more proud of my knowledge, courage, daring, outstanding and extraordinary. How proud is that soft, straight thing draped over my shoulders!My eyebrows were raised, as if everyone is a poor guy who dares not perm himself when he sees someone else's hair permed, but I am the hero who can say and do it.What woman doesn't admire my greatness?Besides, it is very natural and beautiful, clean, generous, simple, elegant, I have both, enough is enough.But can the clothes on my body match the hair and look harmonious and well-proportioned?I was a little apprehensive, maybe the clothes I made in the past were too bright in color and did not conform to the principles of cleanliness, generosity, simplicity, and elegance.I couldn't allow my greatness to be flawed, so I invited Aunt Lin and Ms. Liu to help me pick out a few more pieces.The color should be generous, the texture should be first-class, and the lining strips should not be sloppy.After the cutting was finished, they accompanied me home again, shaking out the pieces of material for Xian—my husband—to criticize which piece was the most beautiful and which piece was the cheapest.Everyone hopes that they have the best eyesight and the best choice.Xian has little interest in this, and he doesn't want to offend anyone, so he can only praise every dollar, and deliberately guess the price higher. "Our picking hands are pretty good!" Aunt Lin, Ms. Liu, smiled smugly, and Xian also turned around and smiled at me. ——It was a wry smile, and my heart was confused.

Am I really going to sacrifice myself to the end for these unfavorable reputations? —wasting her husband's money and at the same time violating her own wishes.I wasn't really a non-perm.I remember when I was fifteen or sixteen years old, I wore a white collared red shirt and black skirt every day, and rode my bicycle to school. It was disheveled and draped all over the face, covering even the eyes. When turning a turn, one had to shake the head to the left to reveal half of the face and one eye. This kind of attire was very popular at the time. I once took a photo like this, and everyone said it was beautiful when they saw it. Two dozen extra prints were given away, and I only left one to stick in the photo album. Now I still look very happy and proud!However, people have already publicized it for me! "Qing has never had a perm", so I had to tear it off and stuff it in the bottom of the box, so that this historical relic that was once considered glorious but now has become dishonorable will always be hidden there forever.Others may never know that I also had fluffy hair before, and I don't want to think about it anymore, although I can't help but feel happy when I think about it occasionally.

But I have to restrain myself, try my best to regard this feeling as a sin, and always have to remember that I am already an outstanding and extraordinary person, and loving modernity is a must.The standards of right and wrong, good and evil, and beauty and ugliness must all be set separately, and the more novel the better, even the minor details must not be neglected.Although it is a bit troublesome, why is it not so profound?Even if, unfortunately, occasionally some views are no different from those of the common people, we should quickly make some self-denial efforts to distance ourselves from them as far as possible, otherwise how can we "come out" and "different" them?Gu Hongming cut his hair in the Qing Dynasty, but wore braids in the Republic of China, which is exactly what he meant.There are many such things among the ancients: eating dog feces, swallowing sore scabs, spitting on the face, winter kudzu and summer fur, drinking too much old wine, officials who are unwilling to catch lice, etc., the list is too numerous.If you just refuse to perm your hair, you are still a little witch.

And this approach, I was already trained in middle school.Mr. Composition taught us to have unique opinions, so Qin Hui, Yan Song and others must be forced to pretend to be capable and loyal ministers.In this way, the praise of the dense circle also followed. Others became jealous and followed suit one after another, knocking down Kong Erer, eliminating square characters, and endlessly using non-novel and novel words. Afterwards, even the husband felt that the novelty was not surprising, so I said Immediately turning the steering wheel with the wind, he continued to call Qin Hui and Yan Song a thief and a traitor, and ended up with a situation where rare things are precious. ——Now I am known for not having a perm, which is the success of this policy of turning the old into the new.

Unexpectedly, today, five years later, I suddenly feel the sadness of victory again.Perhaps this is the reason why many reputations are not valuable. I really regret that my soft hair lost the opportunity to become beautiful with ripples because of this insignificant reputation.At the same time, I also regret that I have not worn bright-colored clothes for five years because of some reasons such as harmony and well-proportion.My age is increasing year by year, and my desire to wear bright clothes is also increasing day by day.The impression of red clothes and perm is clear and clear in my memory, and that memory is happy and proud.Now that Hongyi has bid farewell to me, why don't I have a few more parting parties with Perm?

Who would be considerate of what I mean, like Uncle Ying Kao admonishing Zheng Zhuanggong, so that the curling iron and I will have a chance to meet again?Anticipate how I will hold back the beating of my heart to feel the joy bestowed by the fire and electric shock!Really, why do I have to endure it without being burned, and insist on going against my own wishes?A widow who has observed the five-year festival can wait for the completion of the archway, and a Buddha who has eaten the five-year fast can wait for the completion of the long fast. But I, in my twenties, do not have a perm, which is outstanding and different. Ordinary, if you don't have a perm at the age of thirty or forty, you are ordinary and you can't stand out.Why don't I catch up at this time and burn it up first, so that I can be regarded as the first voice of excellence after the age of 30 or 40?

I'm going to start looking for a driver.The first one I picked was Xian.It should be easy for him to understand my painstaking efforts, right? But he usually doesn't mind being nosy, so I have to try to get him to talk.So I took out the picture of a ghost in red shirt and black skirt from the bottom of the box, and ran into his study.He is reading a newspaper. "Guess what I'm holding in my hand?" I deliberately put the hand holding the photo behind me, pretending to be childish and asking him to guess. "What?" he asked casually, obviously not interested.

This disappoints me.But after a while, he plucked up the courage for "Hope", flashed the photo in front of his eyes and said, "Guess who it is?" "Who is it?" He seemed embarrassed to put down the newspaper, picked up the photo and looked at it for a while, "I can't guess." Was it the hair covering his face in the photo that prevented him from seeing clearly?Or I'm so much older that he can't find the slightest resemblance in the photos.My heart suddenly became heavy, and I reluctantly said: "This is a photo of me when I was fifteen years old. Look, it looks like a shaggy ghost..." I raised my eyes and looked at him, hoping that he might praise me for my perm. , but he had no expression, so I had to ask again: "Is my hair ugly when I get a perm?"

"No;" he put down the picture and picked up the paper again, "but I think you suit you better the way you are." Does this suit me better now?Permed hair will not match it?Is this because I'm too old?Or is it because I'm too ugly?He, who I thought would be the first to understand my painstaking efforts, stabbed my heart with such words!I bit my lip and kept silent, and after a long time, I burst out a sentence: "Other people won't be as ugly as me if they get burned!" Xian raised his head in astonishment, suddenly realized what I meant, and said with a playful smile: "I never pay attention to others, and it has nothing to do with me whether they look ugly or not."

I angrily went downstairs and into the kitchen.Wang Ma's niece didn't go to work today, so she was sitting there chatting.When she saw me, she stood up, her aeroplane-style hair brushed bald.This made me hope again, that perhaps she could make my wish come true. "Sit down, please." My voice was kind. "You look prettier now, with a new perm, right?" Wang Ma glanced at her with a smile: "Their little girls always don't know how hard they are, and with the hard-earned money, they can get some clothes to wear and still be decent, and they are making a fuss about getting their hair permed again! In fact, it doesn't look good if it's so permed and wrinkled, you look like young mistress's hair, straight, soft and..." I was so angry that I stopped listening and turned back to my mother's room.Mother is peeling peanuts.It was for Weiwei to eat when she came back from school.I was too lazy to help her, I just sat by and chatted with her.I often bring the main topic of the conversation to my childhood attire, hoping that the old man can think of my red shirt and black skirt with fluffy hair, so I say: "At that time, I saw how good-looking you were with your permed hair!" So, I can hold this statement as a shield like a treasure, and I will go to the barber shop to be electrocuted tomorrow. When people ask me, they will say that my mother likes my hair permed. How can I not just learn from Lao Laizi? I just hate that my mother doesn't understand my daughter who wants to be an old Laizi. After I quoted again and again, I just opened my mouth as if I had realized what I wanted. I was like a prisoner after listening to the final sentence: "Qinger , how well your hair grows naturally, soft and thin, it is really a saying that a nobleman has no hair on his head! It's a pity that when you were in your teens, you often listened to your classmates and ironed them with steel needles, and the strands were scorched and broken. When I saw it, I really couldn't bear it, and my heart ached...." When I heard this, I knew that something was wrong, so I hurriedly tried to recover the situation and said: "But, Mom, Shanghai's hair is permed well, and almost everyone gets permed! " The mother waved her hands again and again: "You must not imitate other people's bad behavior, Qing'er, you are a good daughter, the most important thing is to be clean and generous. Now Weiwei is six years old, you are not young, just follow the fashion It's only three or five years away, so don't make people laugh at you by making your hair look so different." My mother actually said such unpleasant words, and I sadly thought about building an archway and eating a long meal. Weiwei came in with her schoolbag, and grandma hurriedly handed her peanuts.She tossed three or four of them and chewed them for a while, then suddenly grabbed grandma's shoulder and begged, "I'm going to have my hair permed tomorrow, and all the kids will get their hair permed. It's so fun to tie a bowknot on top of the fluffy hair!" I want a big red one, grandma." Grandma also stroked her neck and said with a smile, "It's really fun for babies to be ironed. It's just that there are no steel needles here, so what can grandma use to iron you?" "Pliers, tell mom to buy some steel tongs. The children have bright steel tongs at home." Weiwei said, shaking her head, showing half of her face and one eye and smiling at me. I suddenly darkened my face: "You are very familiar with this kind of common sense, but I forbid you to perm your hair. Don't you know that the most important thing for a female student is to be clean, generous, simple, and elegant? If you don't believe me, ask your husband." Look." But Weiwei didn't understand the meaning of these eight characters, so she shook her head and answered me stubbornly: "But the gentlemen are all wrinkled too!" "Don't you want to be outstanding and extraordinary?" I became a little proud again, despising Weiwei for being too inferior to myself. But Weiwei didn't admire her mother's greatness and greatness, instead she started crying coquettishly. Xian lost the newspaper and ran downstairs, and after asking what happened, he comforted her and said, "I beg my mother to buy some steel tongs tomorrow. Weiwei's hair permed on her little head matches her very well." Vivi permed her hair well?They are all gangsters to annoy me!I couldn't help roaring out, "I never pay attention to whether she matches or not! You are happy to buy it for her! I taught her to be simple, don't look at others badly, you all come against me! I will never I don't dare to teach my daughter a lesson anymore, and I don't have the face to stay here and be hated by others. Weiwei, if you get your hair permed, you won't have to call me mom tomorrow." Weiwei was too frightened to cry anymore, she pouted and counted peanuts. I didn't sleep well all night, and of course I couldn't eat dinner. When I got up the next day, Weiwei had already gone to school. According to my mother, she was still pouted and dejected when she went out. Thoughts such as building an archway, eating a long fast, and so on were all in my mind. After breakfast, I was really troubled and uncomfortable, so I changed my clothes and ran out alone. I wandered to the gate of Weiwei's school and peeped in front of the iron gate. All the little girls had their hair permed and bowknots, flowers, green, and purple.I love bright colors, especially bright red ones.A girl has a small face like Vivi's oval and chubby, tied with a big red bow, which looks really good for her.But why didn't you see my Weiwei?She may be sitting alone in the classroom angry. I came home with a big bag of things.Yin put down the newspaper and asked me what it was with great interest.I told him it was Vivi's clothing material.He unwrapped the wrapper and shook it out piece by piece, and suddenly pulled out another long and heavy thing and asked, "Then what is this?" "Pliers. It's for Weiwei's hair." I replied in a low voice, feeling both happy and aggrieved. He laughed, tore off the wrapping paper and took it out to inspect it carefully. He also pinched his own hair to see if it was too tight or too wide, and finally took it to his mother's room.I followed suit.Mother was just about to start peeling peanuts, and when she saw this, she asked what it was for. We rushed to explain it, and Xian tried to pinch her gray hair again. Looking at the bright steel pliers, she couldn't help sighing and said: "People nowadays are really cute, like Qing'er and the others, they only knew how to iron with steel needles in the past, how could there be such a good pair of pliers." We all praised this thing in our hearts. It shone brightly in front of six eyes and in three hearts.We looked at it and the clock at the same time, when will Weiwei be back.I wiped the pliers, Xian looked for fire wine and matches, and my mother hurriedly peeled peanuts.We all hope that she can be happy, go to school with her hair permed, and a big bag of peanuts smuggled in her bag.