Chapter 112

With her hands behind her head, she easily took off the leather band that tied her hair. Her long black straight hair was silky and silky, pouring down.

In the mirror, the girl's white and delicate face is more compact and perfect, just like the person in the picture.

Fang Heyang, standing at the back, was stunned to see the scene of her hair falling.

Lin yishallow looked at himself in the mirror and said decisively to the old man who was taking the scissors, "cut short."

The old man turned around and saw her hair. He was also surprised. "Have you kept it for more than ten years?"

As he asked, he reached out and grabbed Lin Yi's light hair and weighed it.

Lin Yi shallow asked: "raised a few years does not affect your haircut technology?"

There was a faint emotion in the tone.

Fang Heyang frowned and winked at the old man, "that is, let you cut it."

"All right."

The old man nodded, but then looked at Lin yishallow's long hair. He was still a little impatient. He grabbed her hair and compared it several times. He moved it down several times. Finally, he stopped at the position of the first rib of Lin yishallow and asked her, "is it OK to cut it to this length?"

Lin Yi shallow does not hesitate to return: "a little shorter."

The old man helplessly moved his hand up a section, and asked, "well, here."

Lin yishallow is a little impatient. He points directly at the bottom of his ear. "Here you are."

It's very straightforward.

The old man looked at the position of Lin yishallow's finger and thought that Lin yishallow was wrong. "Is it so short?"

"Yes."

Lin yishallow nodded his head affirmatively, in a tone that could not be questioned any more.

The old man also heard the impatient mood in her tone, and didn't ask any more. One hand is a strand of hair, the other hand is a pair of scissors, aiming at the preparation room.

The shop door is open, and the windows are open. You can string the wind. The long breeze makes the hair light.

Lin Yi's tears filled his eyes without any sign.

"Hair, you grow a little longer."

"A little longer is to think about what you like."

Gently close your eyes, tears down your cheeks.

Then suddenly I thought of Fang Heyang's nervous shouting, "Grandpa, wait a minute."

He lunged to the old man, grabbed his hand and stopped the scissors he was going to cut.

The other hand grasps the armrest of the chair that Lin Yi shallow sits, used a pull, the chair turned a direction.

Two people face to face.

Lin yishallow hurriedly tidies up his mood and prepares to wipe his tears with the back of his hand. A good-looking hand holds two paper towels and hands them to her. "Here you are."

She was stunned, then reached for it. "Thank you."

She bowed her head to wipe her tears, and Fang Heyang suddenly reached out to pick up a strand of her hair. "Mr. Xiao Lin, long hair is really beautiful."

From the heart of the praise, tone mixed with some warm smile.

Lin Yi smiles and doesn't speak. She has cleared up her mood. She looks up and is ready to continue to the old man.

Suddenly a tall figure came in from the door. Lin yishallow turned his head suddenly and saw the man who was coming with great strides.

The whole body exudes a terrifying grumpiness. She stares at her eyes and opens her mouth in amazement.

The familiar name hasn't been called out yet, his wrist has been clasped by his big hand, and he will pull it up the next second.

There is no chance of reaction or resistance at all.

"Thinking deeply!"

Being dragged out of the barber shop, Lin yishallow seemed to finally react and shake off his thoughtful hand.

She glared at him with angry red eyes, and the tears on her face were still dry.

The whole body and lips were shaking.

(three chapters were added yesterday and three chapters are added today. They went to be afraid of Zhongshan Mausoleum together with Ye, cat and childe. They will update it when they go home tomorrow I love you so much.)