Chapter 32 Section 5

Xiaofen's life is very simple. Besides listening to the radio and watching TV, she likes cutting newspapers best. Since she was still in school three years ago, she huddled in front of the TV with everyone to watch the Chinese team, which was originally underestimated. After defeating Japan twice in a row to win the silver medal in the Barcelona Olympics, Xiaofen was fascinated. Baseball, or should I say, was fascinated by the Times Eagles and Junguo Bears, which were dominated by the Olympic medal-winning lineup, and later joined the Chinese Professional Baseball Team. Among them, the Times Eagles, known as the "Violent Eagles" with their strong hitting groups, attracted her the most.

In addition to the brand-new scissors, she kept a scrapbook in her drawer, filled with newspaper and magazine clippings of her documenting the Times Eagle.When there are no chores in the store, it is the time for Xiaofen to reflect on his heroes carefully. She knows the game statistics of every Times Eagle player like the back of her hand. A bit of a hot afternoon. The proprietress behind the cupboard was eating grass jelly milk and ice cream while flipping through the gossip magazine she just bought. Most traditional barbershops are magazines full of pornographic violence, strange crimes, supernatural and magic advertisements. The latest issue is a must-buy, and the ones that are two years out of date are reluctant to throw away. Everyone reads them with gusto.

The store door opened, and a gust of unrestrained hot air poured in. In the hot wind, a burly man wearing a white sweatshirt, slippers and shorts, showing half body tattoos, walked into the barber shop. "Excuse me, is Miss Xiaofen there?" The tattooed burly man asked politely. Xiaofen... sister? Coincidentally, the proprietress and the three barbers turned to look at Xiaofen who was cutting the newspaper. "Miss Xiaofen, please help me cut my head." The tattooed burly man bowed. What kind of etiquette is this! "Boss, can I?" Xiaofen's eyes glowed, and she quickly put down the half-cut newspaper and stood up.

The proprietress immediately said: "I'm sorry, Xiaofen is a novice, and her skills are not very good. Do you want to..." I saw the tattooed strong man looking at the proprietress with extremely fierce eyes, exuding a burst of murderous aura all over his body. The tiger on the left arm jumped with the huge muscles, and the fierce force jumped all the way to the green dragon on the right arm.Listen carefully, as if you can hear the rubbing sound of the teeth of the tiger and the blue dragon being bitten. "...Xiaofen's words, of course, there is no problem, no problem." The proprietress felt that her neck was on the verge of being twisted, and she couldn't help feeling dizzy.

Xiaofen blushed with excitement. As soon as the tattooed man sat down, Xiaofen immediately covered him with a blanket, picked up the shampoo and squeezed a big lump on his hand. "No! No need!" The tattooed burly man hurriedly got up, and bowed in a panic: "I...I...I'm not used to washing other people's hair. After I cut my hair, I can go home and wash it myself! Please Sister Xiaofen will help me cut my hair directly!" "Yes." Xiaofen tilted her head. "Then what kind of hairstyle do you want to cut? Or a simple trim?" Xiaofen took out the shiny scissors from the drawer.

"It's all right, Miss Xiaofen, please use it freely!" The tattooed burly man said respectfully. "Freedom to play..." Xiaofen was actually a little worried. After thinking for a while, she took out a hairstyle magazine she bought yesterday and said, "Why don't I help you choose a hairstyle, take a look?" "yes!" So Xiaofen cut her hair according to the hairstyle she picked up from the magazine, and while she was cutting, she was arguing with the tattooed burly man.It's just that no matter how Xiaofen opened the topic, the tattooed burly man only responded very briefly, not daring to say a word more.

After cutting, the tattooed burly man stared blankly at the photos in the magazine, and then at himself in the mirror. "How about it? Although it's a bit different, the style is basically in the same direction!" Xiaofen was a little embarrassed, and took a mirror to let the tattooed man take a closer look at the hairstyle on the back of his head. A little different?Basically the same style? The self in the mirror is completely different from the cool guy in the magazine.The tattooed brawny man is a little confused, a little confused, a little lost...Why did he change from a rough thug to a pimp in the West End?

"Thank you Miss Xiaofen! I am very satisfied!" The burly tattooed man with tiger eyes and tearful eyes yelled loudly while sitting on the seat, the majestic and mighty voice almost shattered everyone's eardrums, and Xiaofen almost fell to the ground. "Then... without washing, three hundred yuan." Xiaofen grabbed her chest, which was beating so fast. After paying the money, the tattooed brawny man did not forget to bow deeply again to the store before leaving. "Thank you, Miss Xiaofen! I will definitely come again next time!" Her tone was so bold that she almost blew up the remaining hair on the ground.

"Definitely!" Xiaofen was elated: "Definitely!" Xiaofen's craftsmanship is really "famous". Every afternoon or evening, a man who "exudes an air of recklessness" reports to the barber shop. Whether it's a strong thug who stabs dragons and phoenixes, a serious and expressionless tough guy, or a rogue-headed pimp, they all enter this unremarkable barber shop in turn like clocking in.One per day, seven per week. It was absolutely a coincidence that every man who was stunned in front of the mirror bowed solemnly when he left the store and shouted: "Thank you Miss Xiaofen! I am very satisfied!"

One month, that's thirty. The peculiar hairstyle caused an unexplainable trend in the surrounding area, which accidentally added a strange tacit understanding and emotion among the gangsters. Everyone who was originally cool became a little shy under the new look. "That... hi?" A man with a strange head and dyed green hair walked and couldn't help saying hello to the man sitting on the fire hydrant. "Hi? Ah..." The man sitting on the fire hydrant raised his head, raised his head, a pink head that looked like a strawberry. The two exchanged glances for an instant, and sighed at the same time.

"Miss Xiaofen cut it last week." "That...ummm..." "Oh, umm..." Not knowing what to say, and not daring to really complain, the two big men had no choice but to end the conversation with wry smiles full of tacit understanding.When they left with their backs facing each other, there was an illusion of being comforted in their hearts. Such conversations, the same wry smiles, keep happening in this small corner of the city of Taipei.