Back in the house, Mu opened the suitcase and took out a light golden aluminum box from the inner layer, which was slightly larger than a matchbox and slightly smaller than a cigarette box. He opened the aluminum box gently and took it from the inside.

Take out the blade holder, handle and sharp double-sided blade, and carefully combine them into a handheld razor.

He picked up the razor and shaved his chin. But as soon as he shaved, the pain was unbearable. It turned out that his beard had grown a little too long and was difficult to shave. He had to go to Wen Qingfeng with the razor.

The attentive Wen Qingfeng saw a gap in Mu Yi's chin beard at a glance. He smiled and asked, "What's going on with you?"

Mu Yi said with some embarrassment: "The beard is too long and it's difficult to shave. I came to borrow a pair of scissors from you to cut it shorter first and then shave it."

"Oh!" Wen Qingfeng suddenly pretended to be enlightened. Then he laughed: "You are finally willing to cut your beard? I thought you were going to grow it into a goatee?"

"You only have a goatee. You also have a mustache, Japanese." Mu Yi said something to Wen Qingfeng.

Wen Qingfeng didn't give him any trouble. He turned around and found the scissors and handed them to Mu Yi.

Mu held the razor box in one hand, looked at his face with a small mirror in the box, and carefully cut his beard with scissors in the other hand. Finally, with great difficulty, he finally got it almost done. He picked up the razor again and shaved. Maybe it was.

I haven’t shaved my beard for a long time, so I unknowingly cut my upper lip and it started to bleed. Mu Yi was not afraid and continued to endure the pain. Finally, he added a few more small wounds on his chin and cheeks.

, I finally shaved my beard clean.

Looking at his face in the mirror, Mu Yi touched his cheeks, chin and upper lip with his hands. They felt very smooth, and they must have been shaved cleanly. But Mu Yi felt something was wrong.

Wen Qingfeng: "Since you have shaved off your beard, why not shave your hair too?"

Shaving your hair is not a trivial matter. If it is not done by a professional barber, the result will be ugly.

Mu Yi heard what Qingfeng said. Hey, yes! It's just about the hair. Just shave it off. Mu Yi picked up the scissors and cut the hair above his forehead. As soon as the scissors cut, the hair appeared on the forehead.

A big gap.

Since the first cut was done, the second cut was not difficult. After cutting and cutting, Muyi discovered a problem. This small mirror really couldn't take a clear look at his entire head. Also, he had to look at it by himself.

Looking in the mirror, I was cutting randomly. The hair from the top of the forehead to the side of the ears was completely unsightly and pitted, as if it had been chewed by a dog. Even when I saw it, I thought it was so funny and ridiculous.

Already.

Wen Qingfeng was really able to keep his composure, and silently watched Mu Yi's movements from the side without saying a word.

Mu Yi: "Qingfeng, please help me."

Wen Qingfeng: "What can I help you with?"

Mu handed a pair of scissors to Wen Qingfeng.

"what do you mean?"

Mu Yi handed over the scissors and stretched out his hand without retracting it. "That's what I mean."

Wen Qingfeng saw that Muyi wanted him to cut his hair. He scratched his head and said, "No, I'm not a barber. What if the haircut looks like a dog's hair?" After saying that, he looked at Muyi.

Laughed loudly.

Mu Yi: "It doesn't matter. Just feel free to cut it. You don't need any hairstyle anyway. Just cut it. Cut it all short. The shorter the better!"

Wen Qingfeng couldn't put it down and was a little curious. Her heart and hands itched, so she took the scissors.

"I told you first. It was you who asked me for help, and you asked me to cut it for you. If it doesn't look good, don't blame me."

When Mu saw his head in the mirror looking "extremely ugly", he couldn't wait to say, "Hurry up and cut it off! Hurry up and cut it off."

Wen Qingfeng suddenly ran back into the house.

As soon as Mu saw Wen Qingfeng running away, he didn't know why. He shouted: "Come and cut it. If you don't come and help me cut it, how can I see anyone like this? Come on! Come on!"

Wen Qingfeng ran out again, but with two more newspapers in his hand. He first folded a newspaper in half twice, then cut off part of the opposite corner with scissors, then unfolded it and showed it on Mu Yi's head.

"What are you going to do?" Mu Yi didn't know what Wen Qingfeng was going to do.

"I'll make you a hair apron."

Wen Qingfeng saw that the hole cut out in the newspaper was a little smaller, and then cut it with scissors. Then he put it on Mu Yi's head. It just happened to cover Mu Yi's head and was draped over Mu Yi's shoulders.

The head popped out of the hole in the newspaper.

At this time, Wen Qingfeng cut Mu Yi's hair with scissors and put the cut hair into the useless newspaper. It felt like it had been cut for a long time. Mu Yi asked: "Is it done?"

Wen Qingfeng: "My hands are sore from cutting. This barber's job is really difficult. I keep raising my hands and bending my back. I haven't used scissors like this for a long time, and my fingers hurt. But

It looks like most of it has been cut short. But it just doesn’t look good. It always feels like it’s long in some places, short in some places, and uneven. What should I do?”

Mu Yi: "How unfair is it?"

Wen Qingfeng: "Anyway, the cutting is not smooth. I have tried my best."

Mu Yi carefully shook the hair from the newspaper around his neck onto the newspaper spread out on the ground. He got up and went to Wen Qingfeng's bedroom to take out a large round mirror, pointed it at his head, and looked at it carefully.

I thought there was no problem. So I praised Wen Qingfeng. "Qingfeng, I can't tell that your hands can not only give injections, but also do haircuts. Hahaha."

Wen Qingfeng also laughed. But his smile was because Mu Yi's "hair style" was really funny.

Mu Yi didn't notice the reason for Wen Qingfeng's laughter. He went to get a basin of warm water, picked up a bag of Head and Shoulders, and cut the bag open with scissors. Then he took an enamel cup and scooped water to wet his hair and squeezed it.

Put half a bag of shampoo on your head. Wash your hair and dry it.

Suddenly, his stomach hurt. This should be a sign that he needed to go to the toilet. Mu Yi got up, picked up some toilet paper from the house, and ran back to the township government to use the toilet.

When he came out of the toilet, not only his head felt the smell of winter, but also Sister Hao and Mu Ping's screams of surprise and uncontrollable laughter.

Mu Yi was stunned. Why did they smile so "evil"?

Not only Sister Hao and Mu Ping were laughing, but even Kang Hongtai and Yun Dajian, who ran out to watch the excitement when they heard the screams and laughter, were also screaming and laughing.

Mu Yi: "Why are you laughing?"

Mu Ping: "Mu Yi. Who cut your hair?"

Mu Yi: "Myself! How are you doing? Do you have any questions?"

Mu Ping: "No problem. It's just..."

Mu Yi saw Mu Ping hesitate to speak and asked, "What is it?"

Mu Ping: "It's just that it's really ugly!" After saying this, she and everyone laughed again.

Sister Hao: "Ouch. My belly hurts from laughing."

Mu Yi felt embarrassed and ashamed now. Wu Lala ran away.

He ran back to Wen Qingfeng and handed the razor to Wen Qingfeng without saying a word.

"What are you going to do?"

"Shave it. Shave it for me."

Wen Qingfeng looked at Mu Yi questioningly: "If you shave it, your head will be bald."
Chapter completed!