Heir to the Celestial Master

Chapter 13
Lan Weiwei caressed her throbbing little heart, suppressing the amazement in her heart, and was almost ashamed again.

"What haircut do you want?"

Lan Weiwei wasn't thinking about her hairstyle at all. In fact, her hair was just past her shoulders, and it wasn't long at all. She didn't know why she wanted to run to the magician's barber shop opposite.

Maybe it's because the magician sounds good, ah bah, she might as well say that her own Blue Flower Inn sounds good, can she think of a worse reason for the excuse that she is so stubborn in her heart to comfort herself.As long as it is a friend she knows, when they hear Lan Huahua's name, they will think that she is a flower seller. Lan Weiwei will give dozens of supercilious glances. Whoever says she is a flower seller, she is obviously a seller. Good health .

"You can figure it out, whatever you want."

Just as Han Qian was about to touch his fingers on Lan Weiwei's head, he stopped and picked up the golden scissors on the table.

Of course, the golden scissors are not pure gold, but a layer of gold-plated, flashing a refracted matte light in the dark night attic room, they must be peerless scissors.Lan Weiwei was startled secretly, and then began to laugh again. Such a good pair of scissors should not disappoint the master's craftsmanship.

The time that followed seemed to pass very quickly, and Lan Weiwei almost fell asleep for nearly an hour and a half.

At the beginning, Lan Weiwei was still carefully looking at the decorations around her. She couldn't turn her head away. The soft fingers on the top of her head gently picked up the strands of hair and trimmed them carefully.

The owner who picked up the hair seemed to be treating a rare treasure, and Lan Weiwei looked at his side face through the ends of the hair.

The eyes are lowered, like a delicate painting, and the silence is suffocating.

Lan Weiwei took a few glances, then stared straight ahead.Reflecting mirrors also allow to see the structure of the entire room.

He didn't change the original layout of the room, but simply redecorated and painted it, placed some furniture with mirrors, and opened an ordinary barber shop with a little space.

Looking at Lan Weiwei, I felt a little groggy in my head, as if I wanted to fall asleep, but my body couldn't resist the drowsiness, and I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep.

When Han Qian's "Okay" sounded in Lan Weiwei's ear, Lan Weiwei woke up suddenly, she fell asleep and was about to die.

Lan Weiwei stood up awkwardly and looked at the woman in the mirror.Pouting, there is no difference, Lan Weiwei took out her wallet and took out a one hundred bills to pay.

Seeing Han Qian standing still in front of her, Lan Weiwei became anxious, thinking, take the money, don't give her free for the sake of Zhao's old house.She didn't want a stranger who had just met once to give her a free haircut for more than an hour. It was either rape or theft, and it was he who appeared in the strange aura of Zhao's ancient house.Lan Weiwei would not believe what Han Yisong said was passing by at that time, only ghosts would pass by there, she had already set up a special formation, and no one else could see it.

"Not enough." After the two of them stared wide-eyed for ten seconds, it was Han Qian who spoke first, still in a slightly hoarse voice, with a strange feeling, across Lan Weiwei's heart.

She murmured: "What's not enough."

Han Qian pointed to Grandpa Mao in Lan Weiwei's hand.

Lan Weiwei looked down, her mind cleared up for a while, shit, a hundred is not enough, and tremblingly took out the wallet that was in it, and took out another few hundred.

So, under the bright moonlight, Lan Weiwei saw a pair of beautiful and slender hands, indeed the hands of a barber, with well-defined joints, more than delicate, round nails, good length, good bones, neither black nor white, obviously healthy With the unique luster of a human being, she took away five of her Grandpa Mao without any hesitation or guilt.

On the way back, Lan Weiwei's whole heart felt chilled, like winter snow covered her back, and she met a rapist on a summer night.Autumn evening found that she was now a pauper.

Oh my God, her heart hurts, her heart hurts.

Clutching her body and mind that was almost full of holes, Lan Weiwei lay on the bed, no more worries, and slept until dawn.It's true that there are many lice without itching, and there are many things without worrying about trouble.

The next day, when she opened her eyes, Lan Weiwei hurriedly packed the package and brought all the things she wanted to bring. After she handed over the remaining 500 yuan to Han Qian heartlessly yesterday, she now has nothing but the rest Dozens of change penniless.

Han Qian didn't even leave her 100 yuan.

If no one stays at the Blue Flower Inn and there is no business, and if she doesn't go to Lishan, Lan Weiwei will starve to death.

Faced with the choice of life and death, Lan Weiwei decides to live righteously.

Death is lighter than a feather, and heavier than a pile of shit.

She doesn't want to be a shit.

Instant Noodles had already heard Wei Young's narration of the whole incident, and was so frightened that he hid in the ditch downstairs of a certain building, it was so stinky, fortunately Instant Noodles could bear it.Lan Weiwei was amazed, and had no choice but to tidy it up when she came back.

After looking at the magician's barber shop that was still closed, Lan Weiwei gritted her silver teeth again, and made great strides towards the Lishan journey in T City.

Lan Weiwei caught a long-distance bus that day and first went to City D to transit. In the morning, she called Shen Mingquan to ask him to buy a ticket first.Shen Mingquan was a little surprised on the phone.Lan Weiwei didn't explain in detail, as long as Shen Mingquan helped her book the ticket.

Arriving at T City where Li Shan is located, after Lan Weiwei came out of the station, she didn't rush to the hotel that Shen Mingquan had booked.First, I went to the nearby shopping center to scan around, and picked a relatively high-end outdoor goods store.

Lan Weiwei explained where she was going, and obviously felt the middle-aged salesman's face stiffen, and the hiking bag in his hand seemed to freeze.Lan Weiwei raised her eyebrows, Li Shan, it seems that there is some secret.

The salesman uncle, both embarrassed and kind, asked: "Lishan is rarely visited by our city. It is said that it is a bit mysterious, but girl, I don't look like you are being led by someone. Why do you want to go there?"

Lan Weiwei hastily found an excuse and agreed to the uncle to try to stay at the foot of the mountain and not climb to the deepest part of the mountain. Then the uncle gave her the full set of climbing equipment with confidence.

She is going to climb the mountain, not to the field of life and death.Lan Weiwei looked at the uncle with relief, he was such a good man, he ran away quickly after paying the money.

The Grand Hyatt Hotel is the closest five-star hotel to the foot of the mountain.It is ten kilometers away from the mountain.

In the corner of the third floor of the hotel, Lan Weiwei was listening to some indistinct English songs. She rubbed her stomach and looked around.

When she first arrived at the hotel, Lan Weiwei said that the blood tank was empty, so hurry up to save people, or they would die.All the money Shen Mingquan called her in advance was used to buy equipment.

Shen Mingquan looked at the backpack behind her in surprise and remained silent.Lan Weiwei was also embarrassed, and comforted herself stubbornly.Although he is not as capable as Lan's, he must walk on two legs to go to Mount Li, and he is not a god, so it is not strange to carry a mountaineering equipment bag.

But Shen Mingquan didn't say much, and led her directly to the third floor.

After Lan Weiwei had finished eating and drinking, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. It was Yin Jiani. Why did she appear here? Seeing Shen Mingquan's unsurprised appearance, he should have invited her here.

Yin Jiani was wearing a small chiffon dress today, walking past gently, attracting the attention of many people.But it seemed that she only had the reflection of Shen Mingquan in her eyes, and she signaled with a smile.Lan Weiwei tried hard to reduce her sense of existence, and sure enough,
Yin Jiani and Shen Mingquan looked at each other affectionately just now, she glanced to the side, saw Lan Weiwei's figure, her little face turned from sunny to cloudy at that moment, and the small knives in her eyes swished over, wishing to shoot Lan Weiwei into a sieve .

Lan Weiwei can only comfort her spinster heart by herself, it's okay, she doesn't have the same knowledge as a brat.

(End of this chapter)