Chapter 73

Qin Lou is really protecting his head.

Anyone who knows him even if he only meets him once will remember his smata purple hair, and the old employees of the Qin Group around him, Luan Qiaoqing, are the most familiar with his head protection.

Luan Qiaoqing knows more about the first level than others: Qin Lou's purple hair began to be stained after a serious illness that almost killed him ten years ago.

That was when he was just getting out of bed. The first thing Qin Lou did after he was awake was to ask someone to find a stylist from the Qin family, and blew his black hair into completely white, and then dyed it purple again.

At that time, no one at home dared to ask why, and Luan Qiaoqing didn't ask. But she didn't ask, it was not like others who were afraid that Qin Lou would stimulate him again and forced him to recover the life that he finally got back. She didn't ask because she knew that she had seen Qin Lou's paintings hidden in the small grid on the third floor. She had told her about the story of a madman and a doll behind each painting.

On the day Qin Lou dyed his hair, Luan Qiaoqing kept standing by and watching.

The boy in the mirror had just recovered from a serious illness at that time, and had lost his body. His cheekbones were as sharp as blades that could cut people. The eyes that were most like blades before were dull and even the focus was hard to see.

After the stylist finished dyeing him tremblingly, he dried the color and fixed it. The boy didn't say a word from beginning to end.

After the dye was about noon, the servants at home came carefully to ask them what to eat for lunch. Luan Qiaoqing remembered that the young man with a pale face still didn't say a word. He walked out of the room quietly and walked downstairs - he went downstairs for the first time in several months of serious illness.

Then he walked into the yard, and didn't know where he got, he probably had no strength, so he fell straight to the ground.

The servants who followed were frightened and wanted to go up and carry people on their backs. Luan Qiaoqing also ran up - but the boy didn't faint. He just leaned against his freshly dyed hair and lay on the ground in the yard mixed with gravel, soil and grass, looking at the sky with his eyes open.

No one knows what he is looking at.

Then he lay there, sniffing, and he saw it all the time since noon.

Qinlou will be fine after that day.

I started talking, started eating, started to be as moody as before, and became a lunatic like the doll that used to be before.

But he can protect Luan Qiaoqing, go to bed early and get up early, eat on time three meals a day, and have regular physical examinations - no, his physical examinations are much more frequent than regular.

Luan Qiaoqing heard the servants at home privately discussing that their mad young master became more and more cautious after the serious illness.

He really cherished his life, but it was not because of that serious illness, but because of the note left by Song Shu—

When the private doctor team at home had a physical examination in the first year, Luan Qiaoqing heard it. A doctor asked Qin Lou curiously why he had such frequent physical examinations and whether he felt uncomfortable.

Luan Qiaoqing remembered that Qin Lou smiled that day, and was unrestrained and casual. He said that he was not uncomfortable, but he was afraid of death, afraid of dying before he was 88 years old. He couldn't die so early.

The other doctors laughed, and only Luan Qiaoqing, who was hiding outside the door, suddenly turned red.

So later so many people questioned or secretly mocked Qin Lou's purple hair, but before they knew that Qin Qing was Song Shu, Luan Qiaoqing could never laugh.

She knew better than anyone else what that purple meant to Qin Lou - he was forcing himself to live.

Even though he woke up every day and saw the first look of his eyes, he naturally remembered that he was about to die of a serious illness that year, and he promised a note on the hospital bed.

And Song Book.

Song Shu knew better than Luan Qiaoqing what this purple color meant to Qin Lou, her, and to the two of them.

So she never mentioned it.

She wanted to wait for Qin Lou to let go. When his sense of security came back one day, he would probably be able to take the initiative to tell her: Little clam shell, please accompany me to dye my hair back.

Song Shu waits, waits...

After a year of confirmation, Qin Lou didn't mention this. The purple color faded and dyed it back, and then dyed it back. Finally one day she went into the general manager's office to deliver coffee. She felt that someone sitting on the boss's chair had traces of black hair growing on the top of his hair. Within three days, he would soon disappear.

So until the injustice of the Bai Song case was revealed, everything was settled. By the end of the New Year's Eve of the Gregorian calendar this year, she and Qin Lou chose the clothes for Qin Lou to wear for dinner in the 23rd floor of Vio Capital.

Seeing that set of clothes change, Song Shu's eyes finally fixed on Qin Lou's hair.

The two confronted each other for several seconds.

There is a clear understanding of one's heart.

Qin Lou took the initiative to speak, "I won't."

Song Shumu had a face, "No, not."

Qin Lou froze for two seconds, his eyes and expression began to adjust to his grievances - his acting skills have gradually become perfect over the past year.

"It's useless to pretend to be pitiful." - Unfortunately, before the acting skills reached its peak, Song Shu's basin of ice water was extinguished by the flames of struggle.

So the resistance was ineffective. Song Shu personally contacted Comrade Luan Qiaoqing, the Minister of the Personnel Department, and asked her to arrange for the logistics personnel under the Personnel Department to find the most professional styling team and urgently clean up the purple hair on Qinlou.

Although Luan Qiaoqing felt emotion in her heart, since Song Shu came back, she had been tortured by Qin Lou for so long, and she was definitely more happy at this time. With a gloating attitude, Luan Qiaoqing immediately sent the styling team to the 23rd floor.

The entire 23rd floor is the private territory of Qinlou. In addition to the initial decoration, this is the first time that so many strangers have come up with such a big fanfare.

Next to the coat room is the vacant powder room that has been vacant for many years. The professional team of stylists immediately arranged all the staff at the venue, and showed their professional dedication to put on makeup for top celebrities in the entertainment industry. With Qin Lou's eyes that can freeze people to death, he also insisted on floating the purple hair back to white for him.

In the middle, he probably found that resistance was useless, so Qin Lou didn't do anything else, so he asked someone to call Song Shu to stand beside him. He reached out and held Song Shu's hand, looking at him pitifully, like a kindergarten student who was about to be shot by a doctor and was trying to struggle to death.

The little girl who was responsible for washing his hair off is considered to be a battle-hardening girl, but it was probably the first time she saw such an adult who protected her head to the point of protecting her life.

When Qin Lou was in danger, Song Shu was playing a "house-controlling beast" next to him, so they could be less concerned. When his pitiful eyes were staring at Song Shu in the middle, the little girl just watched and felt that she could not do anything.

After several times of being lifted, the little girl hesitantly looked at Song Shu standing next to her.

"Qin, Miss Qin, is it really clean?"

As soon as he heard this, he probably felt that his soft and hard work had been effective. Qin Lou immediately continued to work hard. In an instant, he turned from aggrieved to a fierce look at the little girl who wanted to float his hair off, preparing to "repel the enemy with one move."

Unfortunately, I didn't have time to hit the enemy.

——Song Shu let him hold hands, and then walked calmly to the little girl, "I'll wash him, you can teach me."

Qin Lou was stunned, and the little girl was stunned.

Then the little girl subconsciously turned her head to look at Qin Lou - she actually wanted to say something for Qin Lou: Some people are born with beautiful bones, handsome and well-proportioned facial features, and look and feel cold and white skin, and their own temperament makes people unable to find any flaws. In this way, any hair color looks good.

But her eyes fell over and found that Qin Lou seemed to surrender.

He didn't know when he closed his eyes and lay quietly on the shampoo chair, with no expression, but it made the little girl feel that he was slaughtering.

From the moment she was covered in thorns and no resistance, the little girl didn't know the two people in front of her, at least she was not familiar with them, but she felt a little envy inexplicably.

——I don’t envy anyone, I just envy this kind of feeling.

Later, the little girl taught her one by one. Song Shu put on gloves and washed away the purple color on Qin Lou's hair bit by bit.

When the last basin of water became clear, Qin Lou's purple hair faded into white that was close to grandma's gray. Song Shu took off his gloves and then reached out to the little girl who brought the new towel.

She smiled, "I'll do it."

The little girl felt that the smile of this girl who had never had any emotions suddenly seemed to have a kind of relief and tenderness.

The little girl didn't understand, but she still handed the towel to Song Shu.

This corner is quiet.

The rest of the stylist team were waiting for the progress here. Under those light or dark eyes, Song Shu wiped Qin Lou's hair at a gentle speed, neither fast nor slow.

When she was about to dry, she chuckled softly, "Don't you bear it?"

The eyelashes of the person who had been closed as if he was about to fall asleep were trembling. After a few seconds, he spoke in a hoarse voice: "What you left for you, what you washed off... It's considered a place to die, and I can't bear to give up."

“…”

Song Shu stopped rubbing his hair with his fingertips.

"I don't think it's ugly."

"I know."

"You don't know. If you know, you won't keep it all the time."

"..." Qin Lou was silent.

"..." Song Shu also calmed down.

When the last bit of humidity faded from the fingertips, Song Shu took off the towel.

She leaned over slightly and lowered her head - both of them looked backwards - she gently kissed Qin Lou's half-dressed hair, which had been washed into white, and then kissed his forehead.

Song Shu whispered:

"I'm really back, little lunatic."

The figure of the man lying on the shampoo chair froze.

A few seconds later, Qin Lou's eyes slowly turned red on the cold and elegant face.

"real?"

"real."

"Will you leave me again?"

"No. Never again."

“…”

When Qin Lou and Song Shu took a bus to the dinner place where Chu Xiangbin was grouped, it was already almost evening. Judging from the locations that Luan Qiaoqing had been constantly updated when she notified her, this was the third time they had received.

The location is a relatively famous high-consumption KTV in Q City. There are many people who insist on this, and the large private room has finally been in full swing.

According to the information sent by Luan Qiaoqing to him, Song Shu arrived outside the box with Qin Lou, guided by the welcome staff.

The welcome guest helped them open the door, and Song Shu walked in first.
To be continued...