Chapter 29 chapter 2

Another day's work came to an end. Today I washed a total of 26 heads, 17 women, and 9 men. Even the fingernails are numb. "Remember to pull down the iron door and lock the door again." "The toilet paper is almost full, by the way." "I will trouble you on the ground. Remember to put the umbrella bucket outside." "Remember to turn off all the lights, bye bye." After the seniors put the expensive special scissors in the drawer and locked it, they all went home with yawns and umbrellas. It's closed, but Xiaofen's other work has just begun.

Lock the cash register first, and then pull down the iron door to a height that only small children can enter and exit. Xiaofen sweeps the hair on the ground by herself, and has to mop once after sweeping. The bottles and jars of hot dye on the table must be carefully sorted and tidied up. The toilet that has been used all day is also a small battlefield. However, Xiaofen still enjoys the feeling of "controlling the overall situation" by one person. No one stares, no one scolds, the point is that I don't need to wash my hair anymore. She switched the radio to the 24-hour song channel, turned the volume to the maximum, and sang loudly while sweeping the hair on the ground into the dustpan.

"What should I eat for supper later? Or take it seriously to lose weight? I see, it's raining so much outside, I'd better just go home and make instant noodles? Or wait for the rain to calm down..." Just as Xiaofen was thinking wildly, the half-drawn iron door suddenly made a rapid crash. "?" Xiaofen, who was holding a broom, bent down and looked out. A middle-aged man in a black suit was stuck outside the iron door in embarrassment. He pushed the iron door upwards with one hand and propped himself on the floor with the other, trying to force his way in. "Ah!" Xiaofen grabbed the broom vigilantly and shouted, "What are you doing!"

"...I..." The middle-aged man said vaguely, but his body had already got inside. When he came in, he was so reckless that he bumped his head against the iron door and rattled. It was raining outside, and the man was soaked all over, and when he came in, he made soup on the ground. "What about me!" Xiaofen was so frightened that she forgot to wave the broom pretendingly: "I tell you, the key to the cash register has been taken away by the proprietress! Get out!" The middle-aged man who broke into the door did not stand up immediately, but bent over and half hunched over.

His face was pale, his whole body was sweating, his right hand pressed his lower abdomen, and bright red liquid faintly seeped out between his fingers. "That's... blood, right?" Xiaofen calmed down after seeing this scene. ——This person has no malice, just a wounded man who needs help, she had such a realization in an instant. The middle-aged man, who seemed to be at least forty-five years old, looked around indifferently, and then he saw clearly where it was, and said slowly, "I want to cut my head." Haircut? "Should you go to the hospital?" Xiaofen tilted her head on her hips.

The drenched middle-aged man turned a deaf ear and found a seat and sat down. The right hand has been firmly pressing the injured lower abdomen, making it impossible for people to see how serious the injury is. "Sir, you can't keep bleeding like this." Xiaofen was not afraid, and walked towards the man boldly: "I'll call an ambulance for you, you can sit here for a while before the ambulance comes." The middle-aged man closed his eyes, not wanting to answer.Probably didn't have the energy to answer. At this time, there was a messy and hurried shouting at the door:

"Damn! Where are you going!" "How could it disappear after running away. It must be hiding!" "Damn your mother, it's too dark to see blood on the ground... why don't you get so close, you go over there!" "He couldn't run far after being hit! You go over there! You! You! Come with me!" "If you find it twice, you'll die for him, and if you run away from someone's hands, you'll get him a hit. Do you hear me! Do it!" Shouting and cursing came one after another, getting closer and closer. The expression of the middle-aged man changed slightly, nine out of ten the shouting and cursing outside were aimed at him.

But he didn't run away, nor did he ask Xiaofen to pull down the iron door completely, but just continued to sit on the chair facing the vanity mirror.Maybe it was because he predicted his own fate five minutes later, he only let the uneasy emotion flash across his face, and then he returned to the indifference and comfort just now. L. The leather shoes are dripping with water. "Then let's wash our hair first." Xiaofen said. The middle-aged man with his eyes closed frowned slightly, only feeling a big blanket covering his body, which was very warm. Immediately, the hair was poured with ice-cold shampoo, followed by a little bit of warm water, and then many, many foams densely multiplied on the hair.His scalp went numb instantly, and he felt ten very soft fingers slowly moving through the foam.

The touch of the fingers is very gentle, and the strength of the massage is moderate. "Is this kind of strength okay?" Xiaofen asked as usual. "Yes." The middle-aged man answered involuntarily. There seemed to be more and more foam, and when it was about to fall from the hair to the ground, Xiaofen skillfully wiped it back. The shouts outside became louder and louder, as if they were about to rush to the door, but the middle-aged man's body slowly relaxed. Clang lang lang lang lang... The moment the iron door was pulled up forcefully, the huge foam from Xiaofen's hand was also wiped on the middle-aged man's face at the same time.Xiaofen looked at the three men who broke into the store, and continued to pile up the foam on her hand.

"?" She looked at the three menacing men suspiciously. "Did you see it! See..." A man was holding a blood-stained machete, unable to speak clearly. "I'm the only one left in the store now, so you guys have to wait for a long time." Xiaofen naturally stepped on a smear of blood on the ground: "Is it okay to wait for half an hour?" The three men didn't even exchange glances, they immediately turned and left, and when they left, they pulled down half of the iron gate. Gently wiped off the life-saving foam covering the man's face, Xiaofen continued to grab the man's hair, and massaged the scalp with the acupressure method she figured out. Everything was going on smoothly according to the daily work process.

The shouting was gone. Although those angry shouts could be vaguely heard, they were no longer so threatening after all. Xiaofen walked over, pulled down the entire iron door, and locked it from the inside. Then he started to flush the middle-aged man. "Is the water temperature okay?" "……Ok." "thanks." The warm water flowing down the man's hair from Xiaofen's hand kept an indescribable temperature. After the foam was cleaned and the man's hair was dried, Xiaofen took the hair dryer and started blowing it. "Didn't you say you want to cut your head?" The middle-aged man said slowly, his body warmed up and full of energy. "My skill is not enough, I will cut it for you another day when I become a teacher." Xiaofen replied calmly. The middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes. When he was about to say a few words of thanks, he saw in the mirror that the little girl who was blowing his hair was full of tears. "Why are you crying?" The middle-aged man was stunned. "I've always been scared." Xiaofen wiped away her tears with her cuff in embarrassment. Too. A girl who looked less than twenty years old suddenly bumped into a seriously injured man who broke into the store and said he wanted a haircut, and then broke into three rude hooligans with machetes asking where to cut people, how to Probably not freaking out? "Why help me?" The middle-aged man looked at Xiaofen whose face was full of tears. "……I have no idea." "Actually, I'm not a good person either." The middle-aged man sighed, looking at the big blanket in the mirror with dark brown blood stains.What a mess today. Xiaofen suddenly got a little angry: "Then don't help, you get out! I have to mop the floor and wash the blankets!" The middle-aged man nodded slightly, and this time he didn't insist on cutting his ass hair, and got up slowly. The hostile voice outside was gone. The middle-aged man silently opened the iron gate and disappeared in the increasingly heavy rain. Amidst the sound of the radio, Xiaofen, who was dealing with the aftermath alone, was mopping the floor and washing blankets...