msmithbooks Chapter 59: With a perfectly combed slicked-back hairstyle, you'll have no trouble attracting g
Chapter 59: With a perfectly combed slicked-back hairstyle, you'll have no trouble attracting g
Chapter 59: With a perfectly combed slicked-back hairstyle, you'll have no trouble attracting girls!
Lin Yourong, dressed in a light blue nightgown, turned around as she held up a small vanity mirror to apply lip balm.
Her clear, beautiful eyes looked at Yu Huan, scrutinizing him from head to toe.
At last.
My gaze fell upon his messy, unkempt hair.
After a moment's thought, he said, "Would you like to get your hair cut?"
"Okay, that's exactly what I wanted to do – get a haircut."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong immediately turned her gaze to Sister Ru, who was following behind her.
With a questioning look, she asked, "Sister Ru, is it alright?"
"Row!"
Sister Ru readily agreed, but sighed silently.
She had a rare opportunity to get some beauty sleep early, but unfortunately, her gossipy nature was burning brightly yesterday.
Can't sleep, can't sleep at all.
When Lin Yourong returned around 11 o'clock, she wanted to find out exactly where they had gone, what they had eaten, and what they had done.
What's their relationship? Can you tell me a little bit?
They didn't delve deeper into the topic again!
Unexpectedly, Lin Yourong, clutching the white rose, buried her entire head under the covers and completely ignored her.
However, a soft laugh would occasionally escape from the dimly lit environment.
With dark circles under her eyes, when she woke up early in the morning, all she could see was Lin Yourong with her head resting on the pillow, her face beaming with a sweet smile even in her sleep.
She was so angry she felt like her teeth were going to break!
Lin Yourong's secretive demeanor was one thing, but now she also had to do her lover's hair!
Hearing Lin Yourong's words, Yu Huan curiously turned to the side and looked at Sister Ru.
She let out a long sigh and rolled up her sleeves: "I'm just going back to my old ways, so don't blame me if it's not cut well!"
"Sister Ru, were you a hairdresser before?"
"No!" Seeing Yu Huan's puzzled look, Sister Ru continued, "My original profession is stylist."
"Stylist?"
Yu Huan had a big question mark on her face.
Having worked in the hairdressing industry for decades, he wondered if a stylist was just like Tony the hairdresser.
There are countless other titles such as hairstylist, hairstylist, designer, and Tony (Tony) stylist.
From hairstylist Tony to celebrity agent, that's quite a career leap.
Are they making fun of him?
Sister Ru rolled her eyes:
"A stylist is also called an image consultant. They need to know a little about clothing matching, nail art, makeup, and hairstyling, but they don't specialize in any one thing. Don't worry, I can cut your hair without any problem."
"I understand now," Yu Huan said, suddenly realizing.
It turns out she used to be a stylist who directed others to dress up celebrities.
"Have you watched The Voice of China?" Sister Ru pulled a suitcase out from under her desk.
"of course!"
Lin Yourong twisted the lip balm into the tube and put the cap back on: "My look was designed by Sister Ru."
"No wonder my Rongrong's makeup is absolutely stunning!" Yu Huan exclaimed immediately.
At this point, just blindly praise them and that's it.
Of course, it is absolutely gorgeous!
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong froze. Her lips, slightly glistening in the light, trembled as she murmured softly:
"My Rongrong...?"
Yu Huan glanced at Lin Yourong's retreating figure, who didn't turn around, and remained silent.
have to.
The flattery wasn't quite right.
However, Sister Ru was quite attentive. She tossed her head and said with a cheerful laugh, "Of course! Your Rongrong is very unruly. Clothes that are too tight won't do, too revealing won't do, see-through clothes won't do, and clothes that look too old-fashioned absolutely won't do! I have to take the liberty of doing it myself!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan nodded.
Lin Yourong is indeed a humble and modest girl.
Sister Ru brushed aside the clutter on the desk, then took out various items from her suitcase and lined them up.
A pair of electric clippers, several different combs and scissors, and even a barber's cape.
Yu Huan strolled forward and glanced at the open suitcase, which contained curling irons, hair straighteners, and other items.
Seeing this, she quickly said, "Sister Ru, you really have the tools! I'll just go to the hair salon later. It's too much trouble to get a haircut here!"
"No trouble at all." Lin Yourong stood up, turned to look at Yu Huan, pursed her lips, and said, "It's not good for me to say anything if we go to the hair salon."
As Sister Ru listened intently, a thought suddenly crossed her mind.
Is Su Su trying to personally direct Yu Huan to cut her hair?
So he nodded hastily: "That's right, Susu is right."
"Then I'll go wash my hair myself first." Yu Huan scratched her head.
He was actually a little embarrassed.
I feel like I'm troubling them.
“Okay.” Sister Ru picked up the electric clippers: “I’ll cut your hair in the bathroom, it’ll be easier to clean up.”
Yu Huan thought for a moment and realized that it was indeed not a good idea to call a cleaner to clean up the mess: "Okay, thank you so much, Sister Ru!"
"What's the trouble? It'll be a piece of cake." Sister Ru waved her hand.
A few moments.
Yu Huan moved a small stool and sat in front of the dressing mirror.
Two women stood behind him.
Lin Yourong pointed to his damp temples and said, "This part needs to be cut shorter, and the top needs to be left longer. Usually, you should comb your hair back."
Sister Ru nodded thoughtfully: "What you're talking about is called the Pompadour hairstyle."
"What octave?" Ultimately, the project is going to be done on his own head, so Yu Huan can't afford to be indifferent.
"Pong, Ba, Du!" Sister Ru explained slowly and deliberately, "It means that there is less hair on the sides, and the middle is left long and combed back."
"Isn't this just a slicked-back hairstyle?"
Upon hearing Yu Huan's words, Sister Ru hurriedly shook her head:
"No, no, no, the Pompadour hairstyle can be classified as a slicked-back hairstyle, but the shape is different. The top of the head is more fluffy and slightly messy, and when viewed from the side, the Pompadour style has a decreasing trend from high to low, making it more three-dimensional and clear."
Sister Ru examined Yu Huan's bangs in the mirror: "This hairstyle requires showing your forehead. Yu Huan, how's your hairline?"
"His hairline isn't high."
After Lin Yourong finished speaking with certainty, she brushed the bangs from his forehead back.
Of course she knew about his hairline.
After all, the first time he saw Yu Huan, his forehead was exposed, and he stood in front of the mirror, thinking, "It's fate that I'm this handsome."
Sister Ru joked, "Not bad, this hairline is worth at least tens of thousands of yuan. Also, I've observed that the head shape, hair texture, and growth direction are all quite suitable."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan blurted out a rhyming saying: "With a well-combed slicked-back hairstyle, you'll have no trouble picking up girls!"
Hear the words.
Lin Yourong playfully pinched the soft flesh on Yu Huan's arm: "What are you saying!"
Yu Huan, thick-skinned and tough, didn't move an inch, grinning broadly: "No, no, I was just kidding!"
After joking around, Lin Yourong smiled gently and tied the barber's cape around Yu Huan's neck, her movements and expression very tender.
Sister Ru was turning on the electric clippers, her hands buzzing, when she paused.
Oh shit!
I choked on dog food again.
Sister Ru stepped forward, and Yu Huan's hair slid down the apron.
Lin Yourong rarely talks much.
He kept pointing and giving instructions from the side.
Her meticulous manner made it seem like she would have rolled up her sleeves and done it herself if she knew how to cut hair.
Yu Huan noticed that Sister Ru, the experienced craftswoman wielding the scissors, was almost sweating profusely from Yu Huan's nagging.
As the center of the event, he listened with a smile playing on his lips, unable to stop smiling in the mirror.
Not long after.
Sister Ru managed to complete Lin Yourong's series of instructions without making any major mistakes.
She let out a long breath.
After getting her hair cut, Yu Huan washed her hair herself.
Then, standing outside the washroom, they held the hairdryer and turned the heat to the highest setting to dry their hair. Once their hair was completely dry, they returned to the vanity mirror, and the washroom had been cleaned by the two of them.
Lin Yourong turned to look at him and said urgently, "Come and sit down!"
Yu Huan immediately took three steps in two and sat down on the stool.
Looking at his disheveled hair in the mirror, he was quickly drawn to Lin Yourong's beautiful oval face next to him.
She focused intently, first picking up a rat-tail comb and gently combing his hair back a little.
He immediately unscrewed the hair wax cap, took a small amount with his index fingertip, dotted it on his palm, and rubbed his hands together to warm them.
Then he grabbed Yu Huan's hair.
A faint scent of hair wax mingled with her subtle floral and fruity fragrance.
The fragrance fills your nostrils.
You could feel her hands gently rubbing her head, combing and applying hair wax from the roots.
The hairstyle gradually became more layered.
It felt like a head massage.
Yu Huan comfortably squinted his glasses.
Lin Yourong would stop every now and then to observe Yu Huan in the mirror, fine-tuning the details of her hairstyle. Ten minutes passed before she was satisfied.
During this time, which was neither long nor short, Yu Huan was only focused on her eyebrows and eyes. When she looked down, she suddenly felt as if she had a new head.
The whole person took on a new look.
The man in the mirror, with his forehead and delicate features, exuding masculinity and charm, was even more handsome than Daniel Wu.
It was him?
"handsome!"
Sister Ru, leaning against the door frame of the washroom, gave a thumbs up.
Lin Yourong looked at Yu Huan through the mirror. Hearing Sister Ru's praise, she nodded with great satisfaction and gave a proud "humph" from her delicate nose.
He seemed quite proud of himself.
"This hairstyle not only tests your hairline, but also your facial features to look good." Sister Ru finally commented: "It's a pity you're not in the entertainment industry."
Hear the words.
Yu Huan disagreed.
With EXO's global success, the Chinese entertainment industry will likely be dominated by flamboyantly dressed boys for a long time to come.
Luha: 'No matter what I do, they always call me sissy. Can you stand that?'
It wasn't until the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television and state media intervened that the prevailing feminine aesthetic took a sharp turn for the worse.
There's no way to survive in the entertainment industry.
Looking left and right, Lin Yourong nodded in satisfaction, examining her masterpiece for a long time.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable under her gaze, Yu Huan stood up, but Lin Yourong suddenly pushed him out of the room:
"Wait in the hallway for a while, Sister Ru and I will change clothes."
As Sister Ru was packing up her hairdressing tools, she turned around and said, "I think I'll skip it. I don't have anything to do today, and I'd like to take a nap."
Yu Huan quickly said, "To thank Sister Ru for giving me such a cool haircut, I'll treat you to morning tea!"
Sister Ru pondered.
Seeing Lin Yourong, he nodded as well.
Seemingly caught in an irresistible situation: "Alright then, I'll hurry up."
"Hmm." Yu Huan opened the door, turned around and said, "Ladies, please expedite this, expedite it even more!"
Sister Ru's voice, a mix of amusement and exasperation, came from the bathroom: "We've already cleaned up our faces. We just need you to change your clothes. We won't keep you waiting long."
"Ok!"
Yu Huan made a final gesture towards Lin You Rong.
She nodded in agreement.
Yu Huan closed the door with peace of mind.
then.
He paced back and forth in front of the door for over forty minutes, until he could no longer resist calling Lin Yourong.
The door was finally opened.
Sister Ru strolled out, still wearing the same dark blue long cotton-padded coat she had seen last night, and carrying a white handbag.
Then.
The one dawdling must be the one in the back.
Yu Huan looked away and gazed at the doorway.
First to emerge was a pair of black sneakers and a sliver of slender white-stockinged leg, followed by the fluttering hem of a skirt.
My first thought was, "Isn't she cold?"
My second thought was that the white stockings must be the kind of thermal tights she had mentioned before.
In the blink of an eye, Yu Huan shifted her gaze upwards, fixing her eyes on Lin Yourong's full appearance.
She wore a dark brown corduroy coat, a khaki-brown plaid dress, and a bright, vivid dark red crossbody bag.
This outfit, accentuated by her tall figure, made her stand out, appearing both elegant and poised.
Between the brim of the hat and the black cotton mask, a pair of bright, clear eyes were visible.
She shone brightly in his eyes.
It seemed to instantly light up the dimly lit corridor.
As if drawn by an invisible force, they couldn't look away.
Those forty-odd minutes were totally worth it!
"Hey!" Sister Ru waved her hand in front of Yu Huan's eyes: "We've been married for ages, why are you staring at me like that? Did you just meet?"
"Can't get enough."
Yu Huan shook his head and reached out his hand to her.
After Lin Yourong closed the door, she hurriedly stepped forward and took his hand.
However, Yu Huan's brief three words left Sister Ru speechless...
Black question mark face.
Only when the two figures walked side by side into the distance did he spit out a curse and hurriedly follow.
Most of the roadside trees in Shanghai are sycamores, and at this time of year, winter has arrived, with withered leaves covering the ground.
A gentle breeze blew by, and a few fallen leaves swirled and drifted slowly down.
Occasionally, a few small birds hop on the branches, chirping sweetly.
The three walked along the street.
Sister Ru turned her head and saw that their hands were clasped together. She didn't know where to put her own hands, whether they were outside or in her pockets.
I couldn't help but think to myself, "I should have known better than to go out for dim sum with these two. I would have just grabbed a bowl of noodles and gone back to sleep. I'm already full from all this PDA!"
The weather today is indeed very nice, with bright sunshine and a clear blue sky.
The skin exposed outside the clothes felt warm and cozy. Yu Huan raised her hand and touched her shoulder; the clothes had been warmed by the sun.
The sound of cars on the road filled my ears.
Yu Huan casually took Lin Yourong's soft hand and suddenly noticed her shoelaces swinging on the ground.
I stopped abruptly.
He immediately grabbed her: "Wait a minute."
"What's wrong?" Lin Yourong stopped and asked in a puzzled voice from under her mask.
After taking a few steps forward, Sister Ru turned around and stared blankly at Yu Huan as she squatted down and bent over.
He was actually tying Lin Yourong's shoelaces.
Her technique was skillful; she even managed to tie a bow.
'? '
Sister Ru's face was full of question marks, as if cold sweat was sliding down her cheeks.
In broad daylight, in front of everyone, don't you, handsome young man, have any sense of self-respect?
Because the shoelaces on the two shoes were tied differently, Yu Huan patiently untied the other shoe and tied them symmetrically for her.
Yu Huan was busy with her hands, but said, "It's inconvenient for you to wear a skirt."
(End of this chapter)