This cry is so dark!

I don’t know how many grievances I have accumulated!

The sky gradually became darker. There were no shops in this alley. It was a narrow corridor between two rows of buildings that were built higher and higher.

Qin Kong sat next to him and accompanied him.

Qin Chong also hid in his arms without saying a word.

When he finally cried enough, he raised his head, his eyes swollen like two peaches, and his sniffled, "I am an intern hairstylist. I work slowly and can't speak. The boss, colleagues and guests don't like me..."

As he said that, he started crying aggrievedly again.

Qin Kong patted his shoulder and felt that he was much better than his life! He met Brother Yun when he entered society, so he could tolerate anything Yun said to him!

"It's really harder for newcomers in this industry than ten years ago. Apart from going to school, no one in the store's boss and master are willing to teach you.

It’s better to go out and smoke a cigarette or play games for a while! So just teach me how to wash my hair! Wash my hair well and get an apprentice until I’m old!

Schools make more money, and theory is more important than practice. Some teachers can only cut their hair. So when they get to the real person's head, they still have to start by washing their hair! No one can be a hairstylist as soon as they come out!"

The young man glanced at him, "Are you a barber too?"

"Um."

"You've been doing it for ten years?"

"Um."

"Then you must be very awesome!"

Qin Kong smiled.

The young man looked at him again. He had a fresh image and outstanding temperament. He didn't look like a barber in a mass store at all. He didn't look like the famous masters in magazines.

Anyway, it's a very unique feeling.

The young man bowed his head sadly again, "Yes! I have been an apprentice for two years and have only been promoted to a hair stylist this year. But the guest, boss and colleague, I still treat me as an apprentice and ask me to wash my hair and brush the color roll bars and flush them.

I am not unhappy with these things. After all, I can learn something. I am still very diligent in being an assistant to other hair stylists. Only those who are unwilling to pick up will be given to me."

Qin Kong looked at him and nodded to express his understanding. Last time, Xu Qiuya was the other one who was unwilling to take him.

"I'm only twenty years old and I'm very slow, so they said I might as well wash a few more hairs and roll a few more bars. The commission is more than my hair cut. The boss can't bear to see me slow, and I can't make a few dollars per head. Anyway, I'm very happy if I can cut one head a day."

"When I didn't have to cut it, I practiced on the head mold. Everyone lives in the dormitory, and there was a large bunk bed above the store. I cut my hair and they thought I would affect them playing games. So I had to wait until there were fewer people at night and take the head mold to the street light to cut it down."

Qin Kong looked at his wounded hands and sighed. He thought that his conditions were much better at the beginning, and he was covered by Brother Yun and turned on the small lamp to practice his head mold at night, but no one said that.

Looking up at the street lights of the city village, it is so lofty and vague.

After a while, the young man continued, "They called me 'that Shabi' behind them, and I didn't say anything, now they call me in front of me."

Qin Kong's face darkened. Maybe the children nowadays are not as pure as before? When he came out, everyone was in their teens and twenties, and they still helped each other and got along well.

"And then an old customer came today, and the aunt who sold adult products in the village of the city. She also had a familiar hairstylist to pick her up. It was not my business, but I couldn't be idle, so the hairstylist asked me to help her float her hair."

"This aunt often comes to perm and dye it, and she is very familiar with them. Her hair is seriously damaged! I dare not float it at all! When I was washing my hair, I told her that her hair cannot float it, and she will become bald as soon as she floats.

The aunt yelled to ask the hairstylist if she could float, so the hairstylist scolded me because it was very profitable to bleach. He felt that I deliberately didn't want him to make money! So he forced me to float. As a result, my hair was broken!"

The young man cried for a while, "The customer's hair is broken, and I'm even sadder than her! I hurriedly called the hairstylist to come and see it, but it couldn't be saved. The hairstylist scolded me, Shabi, saying that I didn't have the control of this and there. Then the aunt beat me!"

The young man started crying again.

Qin Kong then found a few blood marks on his neck, and he patted his shoulder sadly.

The young man wiped his tears and said, "Auntie asked me to pay for money. I borrowed Bei and compensated her 10,000 yuan. She said she would come to me if there was any problem! When the aunt left, they surrounded me and scolded me. Shabi! I really wanted to pick up the scissors and stab them!"

The young man cried and choked, his eyes full of despair for this world.

Qin Kong hugged his shoulder, "Okay, okay, even if you stab them, you can't solve the problem! A platform cannot make you grow, so you can change the platform! Why are you staying there if you die?"

The young man looked at him with tears in his eyes, "It's hard for an intern hairstylist like me to find a job. When I go to other stores, I have to start with an apprentice. I just want to have one or two head cuts a day. Otherwise, when will I grow up?"

"Want to grow?" Qin Kong looked at him.

The young man nodded, "After I was in junior high school, my parents asked me to go to their electronics factory to work. Then I cut my hair in the barber shop in the factory, and I thought the barber was so good!"

The young man's eyes showed glory, "Every time I went to cut my hair, I saw them moving scissors, and I felt it was very beautiful and cool. After saving some money in the electronics factory, I went to school to learn hair salons."

"Of course my parents don't support it! It's too expensive! I'll save money anyway. I found this barber shop because he doesn't have food, but he has a food subsidy. In this way, I can save a lot of money by eating a meal a day."

Qin Kong sighed and looked at his thin body, "How old are you?"

“Seventeen.”

"So young!" Qin Kong sighed, and he really felt that he was old! It seemed that too long had passed when he was a teenager!

Looking at him again, "Can you save money when you are a teenager?"

The young man looked at him with grievance, "Where else do you save it?"

"Don't money be saved! The body is the capital of revolution!" Qin Kong patted his shoulder and stood up, "Go! Resign! Come with me!"

"Ah?" the young man stood up, "You...you also run a barber shop?"

"right."

The young man looked at him hesitantly, for fear of being deceived, "I won't be an apprentice. I can wash your hair for you, but you have to let me cut my hair. Even if I don't have a salary!"

Qin Kong smiled, "Can you be an apprentice if you don't become an apprentice?"

The young man's eyes lit up, and he looked at Qin Kong carefully, because Qin Kong Station saw more clearly when he arrived under the street lights.

His smile was calm and gentle, but his eyes were free and arrogant, which was very different from his usual colleagues!

Anyway, it is naturally trustworthy!

"Master!" The young man knelt down.
Chapter completed!