Hu Ming was still very puzzled at first, but now when he heard Shen Dapeng mention Su Su, he was in a state of confusion. Could it be because of Su Su that he was looking for trouble?
He hadn't heard Su Su mention that he knew Shen Dapeng, a difficult character. Could it be that Shen Dapeng liked Su Su? After returning from vacation, he heard that he had chased Su Su, so he came to warn her?
Hu Ming was still frightened, but he was also very lucky. Fortunately, he did not force Su Su after Su Su refused. Otherwise... the cold look in Shen Dapeng's eyes would only get him into trouble.
"It seems that Su Su's advertising photos will be taken down soon. Also, we must ask Su Su clearly to find out what the relationship is between her and Shen Dapeng? It's too scary to recognize her as a godson sister.
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Hu Ming was always worried from the first haircut, but until the hair was completely cut, Shen Dapeng never said another word about Su Su. This made him not know what to do, so he could only secretly make up his mind to do it.
Find an opportunity to make things clear to Su Su.
"Brother Peng, after the haircut, are you satisfied with this hairstyle? Do you need to use gel water to style it?" Hu Ming carefully took off the haircut scarf from Shen Dapeng, and then used a hair dryer to blow off most of the broken hair.
Holding the gel water in his hand, he did not dare to take the next step without Shen Dapeng's consent.
"No need! It's nice to be relaxed like this!"
Shen Dapeng stared at himself in the mirror and patted the scattered pieces of hair. The original sloppy hair was cut off and turned into a handsome hairstyle with slightly shorter sideburns and slightly longer in the middle. If he could repair his furry beard, his overall image would be better.
At least twenty points can be added, "How much?"
"Brother Peng came to my place to get a haircut. He was doing it to give me face. If I asked for money, wouldn't it be a slap in my face?" Seeing Shen Dapeng take out the money, Hu Ming waved his hand and refused. He remembered the time he had taken care of Sun Dapaozi before.
When he asked for money, Sun Dapaozi and his men blocked the entrance of his shop for a week. Now that Sun Dapaozi's eldest brother came to get a haircut, he still dared to accept money?
"Then I'll give you ten dollars!" Shen Dapeng didn't like to take advantage of others, let alone owe money to a craftsman like Hu Ming. He threw ten dollars on the table, put on his coat and left.
"Brother Peng..."
Hu Ming stopped Shen Dapeng. He originally wanted to explain what happened between him and Su Su, but he was afraid that it would cause Shen Dapeng to misunderstand him if he couldn't explain clearly, so he could only change his words in embarrassment and confusion, "It's all stubble, why don't you wash your hair?"
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"No need!" Shen Dapeng stood up the collar of his down jacket, tried his best to keep himself as warm as possible, and strode out of the door. The moment he closed the door, he couldn't help but glance at the photo of Su Su hanging on the wall in the room. He still felt
She has a pure and youthful appearance, but lacks a bit of stubbornness and smile.
Shen Dapeng walked slowly in the alley at the side gate of No. 1 Middle School. The familiar wall of No. 1 Middle School, his alma mater, could be heard from inside the wall. The bells that he had heard countless times before and after class came out, and there were also people running out of the teaching building after the school bell rang.
The senior high school students, and their shouting and frolicking.
"Roar!" Shen Dapeng's heart was warm, but he felt that the cold wind was all-pervasive all over his body. He couldn't help but sigh that the heating measures in the north were really too overbearing. The temperature difference between the inside and outside of the house was fifty or sixty degrees. For someone not born and raised in the north, really
You may not be able to bear it.
However, separated by a wall from him, the group of senior high school students rushing out of the school seemed to be unafraid of the severe cold and ran like crazy towards the so-called 'freedom' outside the school gate.
Young faces in twos and threes passed by Shen Dapeng, sometimes casting curious glances, sometimes looking like girls looking at handsome guys with nymphomaniacal eyes, coupled with the occasional inaudible whispers and laughter, it was enough to show that Shen Dapeng's hairstyle this time
Success, or maybe he has grown to a height of over 1.8 meters and is crazy and playful.
Shen Dapeng slowly passed by the side door of the school that he had walked in and out of countless times. He looked up at the four big characters 'Qingshu No. 1 Middle School' on the roof of the teaching building. Last year's college entrance examination red list was still posted on the side door. Half a year had passed and the red list had faded.
Although the name is bright red, Shen Dapeng's three characters are still the most impressive.
In Qingshu County, and even in key high schools in the provincial capital, it is already very rare for students to be admitted to Shuimu University. Now that Shen Dapeng, the national liberal arts champion, has brought glory to the county and the school, if the county No. 1 Middle School does not vigorously promote it for a few years
, I am afraid that everyone from the county magistrate to the principal to the school teachers will feel that they are at a disadvantage.
Shen Dapeng could only laugh at the school's cliched publicity and recruitment tactics. This was the place where he had worked hard and had memories that he would never forget, but they were just memories.
The road of life is long, with thousands of twists and turns. No matter how beautiful or painful the memories are, they cannot lead the way forward. Whether it is a broad road or a steep mountain road, only by persisting in moving forward step by step can we get closer to the end.
But on the road of many difficulties that Shen Dapeng has chosen, who can share the joys and sorrows without regrets? When his slightly lonely back disappeared at the corner of the alley, he did not notice a shining gaze in front of him.
The position where the footsteps stop for a second.
"Shen Dapeng?" The owner with kind eyes has a delicate face, a simple ponytail, dark blue jeans, woolen cotton shoes worth tens of yuan, and a black knee-length down jacket worth more than a hundred yuan. None of them belong to the youthful and invincible senior high school girl, but they are the same
Many of them are all worn by the same girl.
If Shen Dapeng could stay for a moment, or glance back inadvertently, he might be able to spot that familiar figure in the crowd, but for a moment, he could not see Su Su, whom he had not seen for a long time!
Su Su quickly rushed to the corner, trying to look for the figure she was not sure about, but when she stood where Shen Dapeng had just left, she could not see the figure in her mind.
Those who love hair art, those non-mainstream, shameless young people were scolded and left and never came back. Hu Ming was alone in boringly cleaning the broken hair scattered on the floor after Shen Dapeng's haircut. The door of the house was gently opened, and there was a smell.
The cold air mixed with white mist entangled in the wind in the crack of the door.
Hu Ming was sweeping the floor with his back to the door. He didn't see who was coming. He thought those non-mainstream people were coming back, so he couldn't help but mutter and curse, "You bastards, do you know who the people just now are? No big or small."
, are you going to trick me to death? Or are you going to destroy my store?"
"Huh? Brother Ming, who was here just now? Why are you so angry?" Su Su playfully got into the room, rubbed her hands and stamped her feet in the cold, and leaned into the warm position next to the radiator, regardless of her image.
Sniffing the frozen snot.
"Su Su is here, I thought it was those little bastards who came back to cause trouble!" Hu Ming swept the broken hair into a pile and carefully swept it to the corner of the door.