The daily life of Buddhist texts

look up.

The dark cumulonimbus clouds gathered again, and the heavy rain showed signs of coming back, and the muffled thunder in the clouds could be heard faintly.

Does the omniscient Ryoko Oreki know that it will rain again?

The answer is yes.

Oreki Gen sighed faintly.

The long-haired girl holding the bread in front of her noticed the change in the weather, and hurriedly wrote a line of words on the notebook with a pen, and placed it in front of Oreki Gen.

"hair."

hair?

Oreki Gen touched his bangs that reached to the tip of his nose.

"It's raining, see you next time." After the long-haired girl finished writing, she bounced and ran away holding the bread.

See you next time?

invisible.

The chance of people meeting each other is very small, and the chance of seeing each other is even smaller.

Yuan Zhemu looked at the sky expressionlessly, the cold rainwater hit his face, and the raindrops flowed smoothly.

The rain is showing signs of getting heavier.

Then, there was a "beep" horn sound in the distance.

Following the sound, there was a low-profile silver-gray supercar parked on the side of the road.

The car window was lowered, and the simple and resolute face of the chef appeared. He was wearing dark sunglasses, like a cold-blooded and ruthless killer in a movie.

"Master Oreki, it's going to rain!" The chef reminded loudly.

Running all the way, the door of the car opened automatically when it was approaching, and Oreki Gen sat in slowly.

The chef stepped on the accelerator lightly, and the supercar started slowly and drove smoothly.Very comfortable, it seems that he is also good at driving.

After driving a few steps, heavy rain fell from the sky, and the sound of the rain falling on the ground was like hail.

"Chef." Oreki Gen said suddenly.

"What's the matter, master."

"Will you cut your hair?"

There was a red light ahead, and the silver-gray supercar stopped slowly.

The chef quickly took out a stamped hairstylist certificate from his bag, and placed it in front of Oreki Gen.

"Why do you still have this kind of certificate?" Genji Oreki rolled his eyes.

The chef held the steering wheel with one hand and scratched his head with the other, "Because I'm not busy at work and have nothing to do every day except cooking, I just want to learn more skills so that I can help the young master when he needs it."

Oremu Gen leaned his head against the window, "Cut my hair when I go back."

"What kind of shape do you want?"

"If you are more energetic, you can tell at a glance that you are the Sunshine Boy."

The green light turned on, and the silver-gray supercar drove past the intersection unhurriedly.

"This has something to do with temperament, right?" the chef said tactfully.

Chapter 74 Chapter 73 Help me put my hair back

There was still lightning and thunder outside.

The chef parked the silver-gray supercar in the basement, and took the elevator with Yuan Oreki to the 35th floor, where the chef usually works.

After washing his hair, Oreki Gen sat obediently in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the violent wind and rain outside.

The rain was too heavy, as if it was going to flood the city.

The light was turned on inside, and the reflection of the glass was used as a mirror. Yuan Oreki could see the chef behind him wearing a simple and capable uniform, with long hair fluttering, like a Parisian stylist who had been immersed in art for many years.

"Chef, very professional." Yuan Oreki praised.

After being praised by his young master, the chef put on his gloves and straightened the wig on top of his head. His face was radiant, and he was in good condition, as if he could go to the battlefield at any time.

"Thank you, master." The scissors in the chef's hand clicked, "Then I will start."

"it is good."

Although the chef is a middle-aged man with a rough appearance, his movements are extremely gentle.If he hadn't heard the click of the scissors closing, Yuan Oreki would have thought that the chef was still making preparations.

Bunches of wet black hair were cut by scissors and fell to the ground.

The torrential rain outside seemed endless.

Oreki Gen suddenly remembered Ryoko's words.

"Did Liangzi tell you that someone is coming to my house?"

The chef's movements paused slightly, "Yes, master, but I don't think you need to make too much preparation in advance."

"I think so too."

Because although Ryoko Oreki never lied, she often only half-spoken, causing misleading people.It's like she said the rain would stop at one o'clock this afternoon, but didn't say how long it would stop.Fortunately, she still notified the chef in advance to pick up Zhemuyuan, otherwise Zhemuyuan would be trapped outside by the heavy rain.

She really likes to engage in these near-misses, but as the number of times increases, Oreki has adapted to this rhythm.It's like knowing that a superhero in a movie is bound to show up at the last moment, and that sooner or later the problem will be properly resolved.

According to Ryoko, Oreki Houtaro will come during the summer vacation.It could be the first week, it could be the last day.Why he came, Oreki Gen didn't know, and he didn't intend to worry about it.

Just go with the flow.

Oreki Gen looked at the rain outside the window, thinking about what to have for dinner.

"Master, you look good today." The chef cut a bunch of Oreki Gen's bangs.

"Finally someone said that." Yuan Oreki came back to his senses.

"what?"

"You're the only one who thinks I'm in good shape recently." Gen Oreki was a little moved.

"No way." The chef was taken aback.

"Ryoko also thinks I'm in a bad state."

"If madam says that, then there must be something wrong with me." The chef said in a pious tone.

Through the reflection of the glass, Yuan Oreki could clearly see the expression of the chef.What's the matter with this expression of worshiping God?

"Hey, I'm a bit assertive," Gen Oregi snorted, "I think it's getting better and better, and I'm not as afraid of people as before."

"The young master is very brave."

"Brave is a word that no one uses in daily life."

"Cut your hair short, which means you have to be in line with society," the chef said while cutting his hair carefully, "I think that once people like you, young master, are willing to accept the reality, they will become the center of the stage." The most radiant person."

Hearing these words, Oreki Gen remembered the love letters that were stuffed in the drawer in his first year of high school, and his face suddenly became a little ugly.

"Chef."

"What's wrong."

"Help me put my hair back."

The chef's expression froze and his movements froze.

"I don't know how to extend hair, can I get glue." The chef scratched his head.

"Then why don't you just give me a wig."

Hearing Oreki Gen's answer, the chef stopped, put his hands on the back of the chair, and looked out the window.

It was still raining heavily outside.

"Master, since you have decided to face life with a new attitude, if you avoid the difficulties in front of you from the beginning, then there is no point in cutting your hair." The chef said sincerely.

"No, I just want to get a haircut." Yuan Oreki replied.

The chef paused, wanting to say something, but held back.

The strong wind carried bean-sized raindrops, as if they were looking for some target, and recklessly hit the cars on the pedestrian street below, making it almost impossible for them to move.

The only sound left in my ears is the click of scissors, the sound of violent raindrops, and occasionally the sound of the horn from below.

"Master, the president told you..." The chef thought for a while and then changed his words, "Did Madam tell you?"

"what."

"I took a leave of absence for half a month, and I need to go back to my hometown, the plane the day after tomorrow."

"New York?"

"Yes, Queens, my father has passed away, I have to go back and collect his remains and ashes."

"Condolences."

The chef scratched his head in embarrassment, and said in a rambling manner: "Actually, I don't feel too sad. After all, I don't have any feelings for him. It's just that I don't feel comfortable with the loss of one person. But young master, you have to take good care of yourself and remember to eat on time. , Go to bed on time, I have already told the new substitute a lot of precautions in advance, so the young master will not be troubled..."

He talked for more than a minute, like an old lady.

"The new substitute." However, Gen Oreki only remembered this sentence.

"Yes, I will clean the young master's house in advance before leaving when I hand over tomorrow."

Oreki Gen's fingers tapped lightly on the bottom of the release.

The raindrops hit the glass, making a bang bang bang.

"Remember to come back when the vacation is over, I will let Ryoko make it clear to President Oreki," Yuan Oreki said in a flat tone, "For now, you are my best housekeeper."

The chef chuckled, and his hands moved much faster.

Oreki Gen thought for a while, and then said: "Temporary workers will not be used."