A tall woman effortlessly lifted the rolling shutter door from the inside. Although it was located in a business district, the street was still very deserted at this time when the first light of dawn had not even arrived. The woman opened the store door.
, put the signboard away, and took a deep breath——
The cold breath of the early morning after the rain made people wake up instantly. She took out the hair rope from her pocket and tied her bright black hair in a high position on her head.
There are also a few dazzling kicks and elbow strikes. For some people who are neglectful of exercise, these few kicks may even make their waist dodge, but as a ninja, such activities are not even a warm-up.
Although conditions did not allow it, life in the past two days was still too lazy. Thinking like this, the last ninja of the Fuma family couldn't help but have a painful look on his face: the current situation and position no longer allow her to train as before.
, every time I think about this, I can't help but feel a dull pain in my chest. No, it can't be like this, I have decided not to recall the past.
Reinvigorated, the ordinary Eastern girl Kasumi Kazama started her morning routine: taking out the long broom placed behind the store door and starting to clean the front of the store. Of course, this process was often too efficient.
As a result, she couldn't help but contract the sanitation at the entrances of other shops on the street, which brought a lot of praise to Xia, who had just arrived here.
Therefore, this store run by Zi (at least in name) is the strangest beauty and hair salon in the entire district. It opens earlier than the breakfast shop, but the customer flow is almost as much as that of a less popular bookstore. I am afraid that the entire Longmen store is also
This is the only one.
Longmen is a city with an extremely complex population structure. People from three religions and nine streams from all over Terra gather here, and there are definitely many people from the Middle East or ethnic groups. According to Sister Zi, in many of their gathering areas, people from birth can
They only spoke Dongguo until they were laid to rest - it's hard to imagine how isolated those places were, or how complete their commercial services were, but one thing is certain: speaking only one non-native language is definitely not enough for Zi's shop.
Xia has calmed down a lot after a few days of baptism, but when she is free, she will still be shocked by what she sees and hears: black-haired, yellow-haired, blond, red-haired, blue-haired... almost nothing
She could believe that people's hair colors could be so diverse, almost richer than the flowers she had ever seen.
Customers with all kinds of strange hair colors came to the store speaking different languages, and some seemed to have come from afar: the wind that followed them through the door carried a distant scent that Kasumi couldn't think about. These people had only one purpose here: to find this place.
The boss in charge, Zi.
This lady who treats her like a sister definitely has a lot of energy. The purpose of these guests coming is definitely not for the service written on the sign. Most of the time, they will look depressed or thoughtful without saying a few words.
He left, and only a few people sat on the chair in front of Zi.
At this time, the boss took out the scissors, and while chatting in a low voice, he used superb skills like magic. When the guests left with a brand-new image and the answers they wanted, Zi's charming figure and swaying fox tail appeared in Kasumi's eyes.
The image in my mind is even more dangerous.
Zizeng looked at Xia who was silent and asked teasingly, "Don't you ask me what on earth they came to see me for?"
Xia lowered her gaze and replied: "I won't ask you anything you don't want to tell me."
Zi Po sighed regretfully, "Really?" He seemed to be remembering something again and said, "Afa, who is in trouble, told me about another person some time ago, and his answer was the same as yours."
"..."
"I'm wondering if it's possible that people like you who are willing to do your own things well can finally achieve things beyond imagination. But your strictness is different from him, and it's not cute at all." Zi Helpless
He smiled and said the name:
"The last person who said this was the 'Bacchus' Jiang Yan. Although he obviously has no ambitions here, he is undoubtedly the new supernova in the world of Longmen Ji Dao."
While recalling the trivial matters in her memory, Xia quickly cleaned the house. This time was the most relaxing moment for her every day: with handy tools, familiar work, and tangible results, the Peluo girl enjoyed it very much.
Everything, but unfortunately her overly skilled work will end soon. When the winter sun begins to rise, Xia enters the store and puts away the cleaning tools, and begins the first difficulty to be overcome today.
Language classes.
Knowing only one non-native language is definitely not enough. That’s why Xia Cai is crazy about forcing herself to learn Yanguo dialect, at least to learn the dialect of the Longmen area. However, this process is very important for those who have already learned it.
It's really a bit painful for Xia, who is at her best, but fortunately she has a person who is very good at learning by her side to give guidance.
Miss Shen Mo, my colleague in the store, is also the de facto backbone of the store. If she were not here, then this beauty salon might become an "irregular place" with very little business and weirdness - Xia
Naturally, I believe that Zi is smart enough to run this store, or at least keep it open here for a long time, but the specific form of operation is really hard to think about. The most important thing is to avoid this situation from happening.
The only factor is that there is a reliable clerk like Shen Mo in the store.
In Xia's eyes, he is almost an all-powerful superman doing business work such as management, marketing, accounting, sorting and hairdressing. Not to mention that this superman who works continuously every day can still find time to use Dongguan to teach himself about the language and the outside world.
It's common sense. For Kasumi, who is unfamiliar with this place, this friendly, reliable and unassuming Sakaz girl is synonymous with the goddess.
At this moment, Xia is following the guidance of the goddess, using the time in the morning when her memory is best to practice Longmen dialect. While opening yesterday's notes, Xia carefully and clumsily opened the delicate instrument called the "repeater", which Shen Mo recorded for her.
The Longmen dialect spoken introductory tape starts playing.
"Section 4."
Xia followed the recording and slowly memorized the new language and pronunciation skills - after an unknown amount of time, she suddenly tightened the muscles in her back.
"Good morning, Sister Zi." Xia stopped the playback as quickly as possible and turned around to say hello in a very polite manner. "The rain last night has stopped."
"Good morning." Zi walked downstairs with lazy steps and yawned slightly. "I study really hard. It seems that I will be a full-time job shopkeeper in a few days."
"...Please work harder." Xia looked at her unreliable boss and made a small protest.
Zi smiled and waved her hand, "Okay, okay, I will try my best." As she said that, she exposed her back to Xia without caring, and looked for her own wine bottle at the corner of the counter, "Also, you can relax your right hand a little.
"
The tips of Xia's ears trembled, and she gently released her right hand that was holding the pencil behind her back. If it weren't for the better stretchability of the wood, the pencil would have broken in her hand at this moment.
Zi asked without looking back, "You haven't recovered yet?"
"...Yes." Xia put her hands behind her back uncomfortably. She had never told Zi about her past, and Zi had never inquired about it. The Lord had never leaked such information, but she still felt that she could not hide anything.
Live in purple.
As a ninja, she suffered from a fatal and incurable disease: she lost her sense of direction.