Feng Mang

Wang Zhongding rushed to the dressing room and found that Han Dong was really crying, and as the stylist described, he cried quite miserably.

Not only did the tears flow down, but he also screamed "Second Master" with a hissing noise, making everyone helpless.

In many places in the north, when the word "grand" is read softly, it means the elder brother of the father, the second uncle is the second uncle.

Knowing that Han Dong was born in the second uncle's parents, Wang Zhongding was not surprised.

"Will it be the shadow of his hair cut when he was a kid?" Erlei guessed.

Before Wang Zhongding had the time to stand, he was hugged by Han Dong, and the "second uncle" screamed so badly that he did not provoke him.

A few people beside him squeezed sweat for Han Dong, for fear that the second fist of "Master Wang Er" would wake him up.

As a result, instead of pushing him away, Wang Zhongding was stopped by Wang Zhongding's hand when Erlei stepped forward to pull Han Dong away.

After a long time, Han Dong calmed down.

Wang Zhongding slowly put Han Dong's head back in place, struggling for a while, and finally made concessions. "Forget it, don't cut it, simply repair it."

Afraid that Han Dong would puppet the moth, Wang Zhongding simply stayed and looked at him.

This is the first time for Wang Zhongding to "work in person" to guide the work, which makes the stylist feel pressure and cope with two difficult masters at the same time. The degree of difficulty can be imagined.

"The second layer of hair is cut an additional 1.3 mm.

"The stylist's forehead exuded sweat beads, 1.3 mm ... exactly ... how long is it? It was so easy to grasp the scale, and then heard Wang Zhongding say:" Six drops were dropped.

"" Six off? "The stylist is unknown.

"You didn't get hold of it just now. Six hairs fell off and got into the third layer.

"The sixth one ... six ... The stylist was dizzy, which one? Wang Zhongding couldn't stand it anymore, so he reached for the comb and scissors in the stylist's hand.

"I come.

"The stylist was shocked in a moment, you came? This ... you can come? The stylist is not assured." We can give you a hand.

"" No, you stand here and block the light. "

"The stylist and assistant had to leave, Erlei also went back to do the chores, leaving only Han Dong and Wang Zhongding in the dressing room.

Wang Zhongding combed Han Dong's curls again, slowly combing from the ends of the hair to the roots, and was very patient.

He found that Han Dong's hair was not very similar to that of the Han ethnicity's self-rolled volume, but similar to the Caucasian ethnicity. The volume was large and plump, and fluffy and layered.

But it also has distinctive personal characteristics. For example, most of the self-winding rolls are hair curls, while Han Dong's hair curls are soft and the hair tips are soft.

If you don't look at Han Dong's face, looking at his back head is still very cute.

"The second uncle.

Han Dong called again.

Wang Zhongding's soft eyes were stained again.

"The second uncle.

Han Dong also called.

Wang Zhongding still ignored him.

As a result, Han Dong called a dozen times in a row, one louder than the other.

"Second Uncle! Second Uncle !!! Second Uncle !!! Second Uncle !!! Two ..." Wang Zhongding sighed coldly: "No more believe it or not, I shaved your hair?" Han Dong murmured again, Just like the monk's chanting, "Second Uncle, Second Uncle ..." Wang Zhongding finally knew why Han Dong's second uncle would pass him on to someone else's house. This kind of juggling, everyone has to blast out the door and recruit more Annoying! He didn't get a response, and Han Dong was finally exhausted, and the mumble was gradually replaced by the mumble.

Facts have proven that the stylist is more concerned. Not only does Wang Zhongding cut his hair, but he is also very proficient in action, as if he often does this on weekdays.

In particular, his technique is very accurate. Each layer can not be different from each other, and the length is like a ruler.

Although it is curly, the trimmed lines are clear and smooth, and the sense of layering is clear. The tie is exactly a circular arc, which is quite artistic.

Han Dong's stiff neck collapsed and his head dropped quickly.

Wang Zhongding saw that Han Dong had a layer of fine hair on his back and neck, gathered from both ends to the middle, especially like the mane of an animal, with his fingers brushing on it, fluffy and inexplicably humming: "Pig bristles.

Unexpectedly, this mumble was actually heard by Han Dong, and he grinned twice.

Wang Zhongding almost snorted while drinking water. "That's what you said, are you still laughing?" Han Dong didn't say a word again, as if the few sounds just now were night sickness.

Ten minutes later, Wang Zhongding was completely completed, and just about to clean up the stubble for Han Dong, he was entangled by him.

"Second Uncle, give me some money ~" Wang Zhongding almost kicked me up. I will cut your hair overtime, but I still have to pay your salary? Han Dong continued to beg, with a particularly poor tone.

"Second Uncle, give me some money ~" Wang Zhongding replied in annoyance: "I will talk later.

"Han Dong still doesn't let go, he grinds endlessly.

"Second Uncle, give me some money ~~ Second uncle, give me some money ~~" Wang Zhongding was uncomfortable, so he took out a few hundred dollars with a shameful face, and stuffed it hard to Han Dong.

After receiving the money, Han Dong quickly got up and walked towards the door.

"Aren't you going to clean up the stubble? Don't look for me in the neck for a while.

Wang Zhongding warned coldly.

Han Dongyi went out without looking back.

Wang Zhongding returned to the office because there were still some things left to deal with, and in addition he felt that Han Dong would return, which was delayed for some time.

Later, after looking at the table below, it was nearly four o'clock, and Han Dong was unlikely to return.

So I sorted out my desk and took another bath. After I finished packing, I could finally take a good rest.

As a result, just three minutes before lying down, the **** doorbell rang.

Wang Zhongding walked to the door with a somber face, and his blood pressure rose suddenly.

Han Dongnai said, "The neck is panicked.

"..." Han Dong woke up the next morning and felt an inexplicable soreness around his neck and shoulders, especially when he combed his hair.

Fortunately, today's braid is surprisingly stylish. In the past, there were always a few hairs spilling out. Today, it is abnormal, and the face is sharpened and three-dimensional. It instantly cured Han Dong.

During breakfast, Yu Ming rarely spoke.

"Is your wooden bed finished?" "The row of skeletons has been cut, and we are going to make tenon today.

"Yu Ming also said:" I think there is a lot of wood left.

"" Don't worry, you can't waste it.

I had already planned it. After making the bed, I can make a wooden bucket that can be used for bathing. After finishing the wooden bucket, I can also make a tub. After finishing the wooden tub, I can also make a wooden bowl. Wooden chopsticks, can also make a box of toothpicks.

Even if the scraps are cut, sticky can still be a craft.

Although Yu Ming is not good at expressing, from his eyes it can be seen that he still admires Han Dong's ghosts.

"I can also make a few handlebars, and I will give them to anyone who sees them.

Han Dong found that Yu Ming was looking at him, and immediately added a smile, "Be assured that you are indispensable."

"Yu Ming said nothing, got up and went back to the room to pick up a tin of cans.

Han Dong took a closer look, wasn't this the can I ate in Wang Zhongding? I have been thinking about this taste, but I haven't bought it in several supermarkets.

"Where did you buy it?" Han Dong quickly asked.

"It wasn't bought, it was from a friend.

"Then you ask a friend, where did he buy it from?" Yu Ming was silent for a long time before she said, "This is a military can, not for takeout."

It is not surprising that Wang Zhongding ate special offerings Han Dong, but Yu Ming's friends surprised Han Dong by surprise.

Because he knows Yu Ming's family background, plus how unfriendly Yu Ming is, how can he know that kind of friend? In fact, after thinking about it further, Yu Mingjin didn't make any sense in this company, and every day after he came in, he lived a lot of days to support him ... "You won't let people take care of it?" Han Dong asked suddenly.

There was no wave in Yu Ming's eyes, and he remained indifferent: "You just let people take care of them.

It ’s true that Han Dong thinks about it, which person keeps himself in the house every day? I ca n’t help tempting. Han Dong put his chopsticks in a can of other people and put a piece of hot pot meat in his mouth. There was an inexplicable emotion coming to my heart.

"I dreamed of my second uncle last night.

"Han Dong said.

Yu Ming has always been a good listener, because he never spoke to interrupt others.

"That year I was eight years old, and my second grandfather added a little girl to my family. I already have two children in the family, so I plan to pass me on to someone else's house.

I still remember it so clearly. I went to bed that night and was woken up by my second uncle. He said he would give me a haircut and deliver it cleanly to someone else's house.

I was crying and begging my second uncle, but he was so determined that he would send me away.

Later, I held the second uncle's leg and asked him to give me some money. Do you know how much he gave me? He touched his pocket for a long time before he took out five dollars. My heart ... ”Yu Ming pointed to the money that Han Dong took out of his pocket:“ Isn't that five hundred? "I just made an analogy, and then I kept running with those five dollars. My second uncle chased after me. I ... uh? Han Dong looked at the five red tickets in his hand and found that something was wrong. "Where did the money come from?" "Yu Ming replied with his eyes: you don't know, how could I know?"