This is an ice sculpture, a bird unique to Iceland. Because it is very rare, it is only kept in Yehen's garden. He likes this kind of sculpture just like men like cars and women like jewelry, almost to the point of obsession.
Qiu Mo closed her eyes in despair, her white nails almost embedded into her flesh. This tattoo was made using a special technique. Unless the skin is peeled off, it will never be washed away, and no other pattern can be tattooed.
This is the mark that a person uses to identify his belongings.
"Dong dong." The knock on the door was accompanied by A Xiu's voice: "Young Mistress."
Qiu Mo quickly put on her clothes, washed her face, and adjusted the mood on her face.
"Young mistress, are you okay?" When she opened the door and saw Axiu's worried and nervous face, Qiu Mo felt a warm feeling in her heart and made a reassuring expression.
"Axiu, I want to go get a haircut, please go with me." Qiu Mo turned around and went back to the house to change clothes.
A Xiu said puzzledly: "Young lady, your hair is so beautiful. It reaches your waist. It would be a pity if you cut it off."
"It's too long, and it's troublesome to comb it. Not to mention, changing your hairstyle will change your mood." Qiu Mo has had her long hair for seven or eight years. She really feels bad about cutting it off, but when she thinks about it in the newspaper,
She felt annoyed that it kept getting messy after cutting it out, so she simply cut it out.
Although Axiu was reluctant, she still accompanied her to a well-known barber shop.
The barber looked at the long hair like a waterfall and was reluctant to cut it, making sure again and again that she didn't really want to cut it off.
Qiu Mo looked at herself in the mirror silently, her face changed, and her mood also changed. Only her long hair was still a product of those years, and she wanted to get rid of it completely.
So, he answered without hesitation: "Cut it."
When she came out of the barber shop, her hair had been cut short and only hung slightly on her shoulders. Axiu was still sighing: "What a pity, what a pity!"
Qiu Mo pinched a handful of hair, feeling more relaxed than ever before. She wondered if Leng Xiao would also show a surprised expression when she saw him.
"Qiu Mo." A man suddenly rushed out from the corner of the street. Without any explanation, he took her hand and ran to the edge of the barber shop.
"Young mistress." Axiu hurriedly grabbed her.
After Qiu Mo saw who it was, he shook his head at A Xiu and said it was okay.
Axiu also recognized that this man was the handsome guy who talked to the young mistress in the backyard last time. She didn't know what their relationship was, but she judged with her intuition that he should be harmless, so she wisely went aside and waited.
"What are you doing?" Qiu Mo wanted to throw away his hand, but was helpless against his elusiveness.
Lin Jinfeng pulled her shoulders and asked her to face him, and said eagerly: "Emperor Ling is already here. You have seen today's newspaper, right? Aren't you going to leave?"