Chapter 112: A little longer is what Gu Nian deeply likes

She reached behind her head and easily took off the rubber bands that tied her hair. Her long black hair was silky and silky, and poured down.
In the mirror, the girl's fair and exquisite face was set off more compactly and perfectly, just like the person in the painting.
Fang Heyang, standing behind, saw the scene where her hair was slipping, and she froze in amazement.
Lin Yichan looked at himself in the mirror and said decisively to the old man who was holding the scissors, "Cut short."
The old man turned around and saw her hair scattered, and was a little surprised, "You have been raising for more than ten years?"
As he asked, he reached out and grabbed a handful of Lin Yi's hair, froze.
Lin Yiqian asked, "Doesn't raising your hair cut skills for a few years?"
There was a hint of emotion in his tone.
Fang Heyang frowned and winked at the old man. "That is, if you cut it, cut it."
"Ok."
The old man nodded, but looking at Lin Yiqian's long hair again, he was still a bit unbearable. He held her hair several times longer than that, moved it down several times, and finally fixed it almost to Lin Yiqing The position of the first rib asked her, "Can it be cut to this length?"
Lin Yiqian replied without hesitation: "A little shorter."
The old man reluctantly moved his hand up a section and asked, "Here it is."
Lin Yiqian was a little impatient, and stretched his fingers directly under his ears. "Here."
Very crisp.
The old man looked at the position of Lin Yichan's finger and thought that Lin Yichan was wrong. "Is it so short?"
"Yes."
Lin Yiqian nodded surely, a tone that could no longer be questioned.
The old man also heard the seemingly impatient emotion in her tone, and asked nothing, one strand of hair in one hand, and scissors in the other, aiming at the preparation room.
The shop door is open, and the windows are also open, so you can draw wind, and the small wind blows the strands of hair lightly.
Lin Yiqian's tears filled her eyes without warning.
‘Hair, you grow a little longer. ’
‘A little longer is what Gu Nianshen likes. ’
Gently closing your eyes, tears sliding down your cheeks quickly.
Suddenly I remembered Fang Heyang's nervous cry, "Grandpa wait a moment."
He rushed to the old man in a stride, grasping his hand to stop the pair of scissors he was about to cut.
Holding the armrest of Lin Yiqian's chair with one hand and pulling it, the chair turned in a different direction.
Two people face to face.
Lin Yiqian quickly cleared her emotions, preparing to wipe tears with the back of her hand. A good-looking hand took two tissues and handed them to her, "Here."
She froze, then reached for it, "Thank you."
She lowered her head and wiped her tears, and Fang Heyang suddenly reached out and raised a strand of her hair. "Mr. Kobayashi, the long hair looks really good."
The praise from the heart is mixed with a warm smile.
Lin Yi smiled slightly, didn't speak, and had cleared up her emotions, she raised her head and prepared to say to the old man to continue.
Suddenly a tall figure came in from the door, Lin Yi turned his head lightly, and saw the man striding over.
With a terrifying suffocation all over her, she glared at her eyes and opened her mouth.
The familiar name had not yet shouted out, his wrist was already clasped by his big hand, and he was pulled by the next second.
There is no chance of reaction and resistance at all.
"Gu Nianshen!"
Being dragged out of the barber shop, Lin Yiqian finally seemed to react and shook Gu Nianshen's hand vigorously.
She glared at him with anger and tears on her face.
The whole body was shaking with lips.
(Three chapters were added yesterday, and three chapters were added together today. Together with Ye Zi and the cat and the son, they were afraid of the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, and they will be updated tomorrow when they return home ... Do you love you?)