Blow

Chapter 109 The Butterfly Transformation 12

Wen Xiao pushed open the glass door, and the noisy sound of multiple hair dryers operating at the same time came blowing in his face.

"Handsome guy," the clerk behind the counter greeted him enthusiastically, "Perm your head?"

Wen Xiao said: "Cut it short."

Soon, a "bamboo pole" in leggings came up to him whistling.Wen Xiao was taken to the shampoo bed and lay down. Feeling that his hair was wet, he applied a strong scented shampoo.

"Have you done your hair? Have you appointed a teacher?" The man washed him and asked familiarly, "Your hair is quite long, why don't you perm it?"

It's been a while since Wen Xiao's last haircut, and the current length covers about one-third of the ears.

He thought for a while, seemingly thinking about it seriously, but in the end he said, "Just flatten it."

Hearing this, "Bamboo Pole" was a little discouraged, and after washing, he casually called him "No. 12"—it was a yellow-haired man, thinner than "Bamboo Pole", probably not very old, either an apprentice, or just a newcomer. Not long after leaving school.

But since it was just the simplest flattening, Wen Xiao didn't care that much.

The noise of the surrounding hair dryers was intermittent, people were chatting everywhere, and the sound was mixed together.In the chaotic environment, Wen Xiao was falling asleep when he suddenly heard an "ah" from above his head.

"What's wrong?" He asked with his eyes open.

Huang Mao faltered for a while, then said: "Yeah, it's nothing... I just want to ask, brother, how short do you want to cut?"

Wen Xiao looked at the top of his head in the mirror, but found nothing unusual, and said, "This is just right."

"How about making it shorter?" Huang Mao tried to persuade, "Let me give you a red bayberry haircut. It's very popular, very handsome, and especially suitable for you."

Wen Xiao paused, and asked, "Did you cut the hair on the back of me?"

Huang Mao blurted out: "Of course not!"

The so-called no silver 300 taels here, the overemphasized "no" means "yes".

Wen Xiao looked at him lightly through the mirror.

"...Brother," Huang Mao cried out with a bitter face after being stared at, "it's really not bad, it just seems a little short, and the bayberry head is just right."

While talking, he used his mobile phone to find a picture of the so-called "Yangmei head" and showed it to Wen Xiao. After looking at it, Wen Xiao thought it was just a shorter cut.

"Then you guys—do you have eyebrows trimmed?" Wen Xiao asked suddenly.

"Repair, repair," Huang Mao felt that there was something interesting when he heard the request, and immediately regained his spirits, "Brother, I will give you a red bayberry haircut, and I will also trim your eyebrows for free, and keep it to your satisfaction, how about it?"

Wen Xiao said: "What if the eyebrow repair is also broken?"

Huang Mao raised his hand and swore: "Absolutely not! I promise!"

Wen Xiao could only reluctantly accept this unreliable guarantee, after all, the hair had been shaved short, and there was no way to stick it back.

Surprisingly, yellow-haired haircuts are not good, but eyebrow trimming is really good.In less than a minute, when Wen Xiao looked in the mirror again, he felt that he was indeed a little different.His own eyebrows are very well-shaped, and thick, with a little shaved hair, his eyebrows and eyes are much sharper, and when he concentrates, his dark eyes are breathtaking.

Finally, when Wen Xiao got up, several girls and even boys in the store were all quietly looking at him.There were also people who held up their mobile phones and wanted to take pictures, but Wen Xiao's indifferent gaze swept them one by one, and put them down embarrassingly.

"Really handsome," Huang Mao was full of praise from the side, "Let me just say brother, this end is suitable for you. You are almost catching up with the stars."

Wen Xiao didn't answer, and looked carefully at the mirror for a moment, and saw that the part where the edge of the eyebrow was trimmed was lighter than the surrounding area.This made him somewhat uncomfortable.

He pushed the door open and went back to the dormitory, frowning all the way.

The temperature difference between day and night was huge, Wen Xiao put on a black jacket over a white T-shirt, and straight jeans wrapped around his straight and slender legs, and walked at a leisurely pace.There is no private bathroom in the dormitory, so he met Ji Xinci who went to the bathroom in the corridor.

"...Brother," Ji Xinci glanced at him first, then the second time, and then froze, "Brother!"

The address is exactly the same as in the afternoon, but the tone is completely different.

In response, Wen Xiao turned his head slightly in doubt, and the earring on the right earlobe reflected the light above his head, and then flashed.

"You—have your head shaved?" Ji Xinci asked, seemingly forgetting about the bladder problem.

Wen Xiao nodded and said, "It's badly shaved, it's a bit short."

"Wait a minute," Ji Xinci didn't hear right, "You're badly shaved—what would it look like if you shaved it off?"

Wen Xiao asked subconsciously: "How do you say? It's ugly?"

"Ugly? Let me go, you didn't look in the mirror yourself?" Ji Xinci was convinced, "It's so cool, okay? If you don't believe me, you can go back to the dormitory and ask again. They will cry and be grateful, and set off fireworks to celebrate that you didn't treat the girl. interest."

His tone was exaggerated, Wen Xiao only thought it was a joke, and after opening the door and entering the dormitory, he realized that he had indeed become the focus of the eyes of the whole bedroom, and received a lot of attention.

Boys usually don't criticize each other's looks too much, and those with normal facial features have a kind of confusing self-confidence.But that doesn't mean they can't perceive when a really handsome guy appears in front of them.

Of course Wen Xiao was handsome before he got a haircut, but he had a melancholy temperament, commonly known as pretentious/forceful in the eyes of boys.Now that he has had his hair cut, the sharpness of his body is completely highlighted. His slender and tall figure is wrapped in dark clothes. The whole person is like a sharp knife out of its sheath. From "handsome" to "cool" .

A roommate with an inch-cut head touched his head, wondering if he could achieve the same effect as Wen Xiao if he shaved half a centimeter shorter. Unfortunately, what he made up in his head was the image of a reform-through-labour prisoner.

The rest of the people were similar, showing expressions of grief and indignation, and repeatedly confirmed Wen Xiao's sexual orientation. After learning that Wen Xiao was not single, they sincerely wished him and Xia Jue a happy marriage for a hundred years.

When chatting before going to bed, Wen Xiao conveyed these blessings to Xia Jue on WeChat, but deliberately did not mention that he went to the barber shop.

Xia Jue first made a laughing emoji and said: Why is your classmate so interesting?Then I felt embarrassed after knowing it, and asked: What did you say to them?

Wen Xiao didn't answer.

Xia Jue said again: Don't talk nonsense...

Why am I talking nonsense?Wen Xiao asked intentionally.Do you want me to say, I'm single and like girls?

Xia Jue immediately replied: No way!But just...

——He "yes" for a long time, unable to continue.

Wen Xiao smiled and typed: Are you embarrassed?It's bold when you sketch me.

Xia Jue sent a series of ellipses, and asked hesitantly: Have you read it?Say it's one page a week.

Wen Xiao replied: I only read one page.Then I sent the photos I took with my phone.

Xia Jue has not yet learned painting, and her sketching level is average. Most of them omit the face and emphasize the body.The first picture he gave Wen Xiao was a scene of himself standing in the shower with his back to the outside. The most detailed part was the waist and buttocks. Covered with a layer of inexplicable meaning.

The picture has been sent.

Xia Jue was shocked immediately: You, did you take a picture?

Wen Xiao could almost imagine his blushing face on the other side of the network.

Wen Xiao said with great interest: I took it, it’s convenient to watch.

Xia Jue said anxiously: But it is easy to be discovered by others, you forgot the previous photo?

Wen Xiao thought it was funny, and thought: those two photos, how do you know I didn't do it on purpose?

As for this set of sketches, of course he would never allow anyone else to see it even once.

It was just a week before the two met.The next day, Wen Xiao did sports and self-study during the day, and went to tutor in the evening as usual.

Wang Jinglei may have been specially instructed, and she didn't make a fuss at all. Before he arrived, she was quietly immersed in her homework, but when she saw him, she was stunned for a while, a little distracted.

Wen Xiao sat down and spread out a professional book.

"..."Money and Finance," Wang Jinglei quickly glanced at the cover, and read, "What did you study, studying how to print money?"

Wen Xiao's answer was three words: "Don't be distracted."

"I found that you don't like to answer my questions," Wang Jinglei was unhappy, "You are my teacher, I can't even ask you questions? What do you study?"

Wen Xiao drew a paragraph with a pen and said, "Finance."

"Oh, I know that. In the future, it will be very boring to do banking or stock trading, just like my father." Wang Jinglei said.

Wen Xiao asked casually, "Then what do you think is exciting?"

Wang Jinglei's eyes lit up: "Of course I'm becoming a star!"

Wen Xiao glanced at her lightly.

"Stars can sing, dance, film, and be on TV," Wang Jinglei's face is full of longing, "then the whole world can see me."

The preceding paragraphs are all ordinary, but the last sentence made Wen Xiao stunned for a moment.He felt that ordinary junior high school children would not say such things.

In the same way, it can be famous, popular, successful, rich, but what Wang Jinglei said is "being seen by others".

"So who do you want to be seen by?" Wen Xiao couldn't help asking.

Wang Jinglei paused, looking at him with vigilant eyes.

Wen Xiao didn't say any more.

In the evening, Wang Jinglei's mother came home very late as usual, and Wen Xiao still hadn't met the "father" she was talking about—his intuition told him that there was probably something hidden in it, but he was here as a tutor, not a detective. Not good, and I don't want to get involved in other people's private affairs.

The days passed by day by day, and Wen Xiao didn't make a video call with Xia Jue for six days, which whetted the other party's appetite.On Friday, after dealing with all the school chores, he finally went to the Capital Airport and got on the afternoon flight to Nanchang.

Before the flight, Fu Ningyu still called him on WeChat, saying that he was going back to school, and asked him to have dinner with him tomorrow, but he showed off the itinerary that he stuffed in the past, and the anger of being "abandoned" was drowned in the monstrous dog food inside.

"You guys who value sex over friends, just wait for me," Fu Ningyu vowed, "Just this semester, I must catch up with a celestial being who can compare to both of you."

Wen Xiao thought about Xia Jue for a while, then smiled lightly and said, "Then you have no chance."

After finishing speaking, he didn't care that Fu Ningyu was still yelling, hung up the phone, and sent Xia Jue the words "take off". airplane mode.

Three short and long hours passed, separated by the sea of ​​people who picked up the plane, and they saw each other for the first time in the golden autumn and September after being away for half a month.

The author has something to say: The onlookers Xiaoxia was so handsome that his legs went limp.