Suisui at Seventy

When she returned to the dormitory that night, Li Chunjiao walked in the front. She opened the door aggressively and walked in. Jiang Suesei, who fell behind her, almost slammed the door with her backhand.

Zhao Qianyun was a little surprised at the back: "What's wrong with Li Chunjiao? Rehearsal is too tiring and angry?"

Jiang Suisui has a speechless face, and throws fire at her when he is so angry? Who did she provoke?

Too lazy to argue with Li Chunjiao, Jiang Suisui took the washbasin to wash.

The school dormitory is in poor conditions. If you want to take a bath, you can only use hot water to wash in the corner of the bathroom.

The weather in Beijing is still very cold in March and April, and most people wash it once or twice a week.

Jiang Suisui's habit in his previous life was to take a shower every day, and this habit has not changed since then. When she was in Dayan Village, no matter how cold it was in winter, she would have to boil hot water to wipe her body. For this reason, Grandma Jiang often said that she was a waste of wood.

Like Jiang Suisui, Zhao Qianyun took a shower every day at the beginning, but recently came back late because of too tired rehearsal. In addition, the weather is still very cold now, and sometimes she gets lazy. Only Jiang Suisui is still too thunderous.

Thinking of the formal performance the day after tomorrow, Jiang Suisui decided to get up tomorrow morning and wash his hair again.

Thinking of this, she touched her long braid and frowned slightly.

After washing and returning to the dormitory, other people have been lying or sitting, reading or chatting.

Jiang Suisui walked to the bed and sat down and said to Zhao Qianyun who was looking in the mirror and wiping her face: "Qianyun, do you have scissors?"

"Scissors?" Zhao Qianyun raised her head, "It doesn't seem to be...what do you want scissors for?"

Wang Xiaotian poked his head out from the upper bunk: "I have scissors, but I use them to cut clothes at home. Would you like to use them?"

Jiang Suisui nodded and said, "I want it, thank you Xiaotian, please lend me it, and I'll return it to you in a while."

Wang Xiaotian climbed down from the upper berth, pulled out the scissors from the luggage and handed it to her, saying: "You're welcome, but I have used these scissors for many years. My dad grinds it again, it's profitable!"

Jiang Suisui smiled and took it, and said, "Thank you, I'm going to be sharp. You helped me a lot."

Zhao Qianyun said in a puzzled way: "Sai Sui, you also want to cut clothes?"

Jiang Suisui shook his head, picked up the scissors and gestured to his braids, and said, "I want to cut my hair. By the way, can you lend me your mirror?"

"Hair cut?!" The other roommates sat up one after another, looking at Jiang Suisui in surprise.

"Do you still cut your own hair?" Zhang Xiu was a little curious. She touched her braids and hesitated. "Actually, I wanted to cut it a long time ago. I only found out when I returned to the city. Braids, the girls in the city have fashionable hairstyles."

There was a trace of envy in Ge Hongmei's eyes: "Yes, all kinds of hairstyles, young and beautiful."

Zhao Qianyun was not very surprised. On the contrary, she was a little excited. She handed the mirror to Jiang Suisui and asked, "What kind of cut do you want? Actually, I can also cut it. I often cut my grandparents’ hair at home. Yeah! They all praised me for cutting well. How about I cut it for you?"

Jiang Suisui smiled and said, "I don't want to have a fashionable hairstyle, I just think that the braids are too long and too much trouble. It's easier to cut them short and save trouble when washing your hair."

"That's even more difficult for me." Zhao Qianyun simply got up and sat next to Jiang Suisui's bed, "You can't see the back by yourself. I'll cut it for you more convenient."

Jiang Suisui originally planned to finish the work with two clicks of two braids, but after thinking about what Zhao Qianyun said was reasonable, he handed her the scissors and said, "Then I will trouble you, Barber Zhao."

Zhao Qianyun was very excited at first, but when she really picked up the scissors, she was a little bit embarrassed. She used to cut it for her family. People praised the cut. Now I cut Jiang Suisui. If I cut a dog's head for a flowery little girl, she will be seriously guilty.

Seeing Zhao Qianyun looking from the left to the right, Jiang Suisui couldn't dare to start, smiled and raised his hand to indicate: "Give it to me, I'll make the first cut."

Zhao Qianyun handed the scissors to Jiang Suisui, and then he saw her making a few gestures in the mirror, and then with a click, the knife fell with her hand, and without hesitation for a second, the braid fell.

Zhao Qianyun took a deep breath and picked up her braids and said: "You don't even think about it? I look so painful."

Jiang Suisui touched half of his light hair and said, "I have thought about it, I have already figured out what I want to cut."

While speaking, there was another click, and the other braid was also cut off.

Zhao Qianyun took another breath, and the others were dumbfounded. Li Chunjiao sneered and said, "Ugly people are a lot of blame. Look at what you cut into a ghost..."

Jiang Suisui handed the scissors back to Zhao Qianyun who was already stunned, and urged: "You will fix it for me next."

"Xiu...what, how do you fix it?" Zhao Qianyun suddenly became unconfident, "Does this still need to be cut? It's already on my shoulders."

Jiang Suisui nodded: "Just help me trim the back a little bit, don't move the rest."

Seeing Jiang Suisui's handsome appearance, Zhao Qianyun also calmed down. She followed Jiang Suisui's instructions to help her trim her back hair neatly.

After finishing the repair, Zhao Qianyun nodded with satisfaction to the back of Jiang Suisui's head, and said, "I'm finished!"

Jiang Suisui twisted his head and looked in the mirror, and gave her a thumbs up: "Yes, I really deserve to be Barber Zhao, thank you!"

Zhao Qianyun received compliments from outside her family for the first time, and she immediately looked proud: "You are welcome, you will find me again next time if you need it!"

"Okay, continue patronizing next time." Jiang Suisui finished speaking and reached out, "Give me the scissors. I will finish cutting the rest."

Zhao Qianyun was stunned, and handed out the scissors: "What else to cut?"

Jiang Suisui twisted the broken hair on his cheeks, while gently trimming, "You'll know when I finish cutting."

She shortened the hair on her cheeks a little bit, cutting out a little bit of inner buckle. Twisting the hair on the top of his forehead again, with a click, after trimming and cutting, a loose and lovely broken bang was born.

Jiang Suisui put down the scissors, looked left and right in the mirror, and said with satisfaction: "Completed!"

She raised her head and asked, "How is it? There is no mess, right?"

When she was trimming her hair, unknowingly, other people gathered around and watched curiously.

Until the moment she raised her head after cutting, everyone exclaimed.

Zhao Qianyun said excitedly: "It looks good!"

Zhang Xiu: "I want to cut it too! Sui Sui, can you teach me when you have time?"

Wang Xiaotian scratched his head: "What is your hair? It looks the same as other people's hair, but it seems to be different..."

Wang Xiaotian has also seen many girls with short haircuts in school. They are really neat and generous, but Jiang Suisui is different. It seems to be a little more...pretty?

Jiang Suisui couldn't help but smile and said, "In fact, it's nothing. I just repaired it a bit. If you want to cut it, I can help."

Zhao Qianyun looked at it carefully for a while, and said, "I think this hairstyle is more suitable for you. It makes your cheeks round and cute."

Zhang Xiu also nodded: "Indeed...if I cut it, it should not have this effect."

Li Chunjiao listened to her ears, and finally couldn't help but stood up and walked over to watch. After watching for a while in silence, she finally curled her lips and said depressed: "That's it, it's not all such short hair outside..."

Zhao Qianyun shook his head and explained: "No, the cuts made every year look better than outside."

She couldn't help but touched Jiang Suisui's hair, and said, "It's such a cute head. No, you shouldn't cut it before the performance. It's too hard to play the tragic female number one like this. Accepted."

Jiang Suisui:? ? ?

She couldn't laugh or cry, and could only say: "Don't worry, I will use my acting skills to convince you."

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The next day, Jiang Suisui got up early, washed his hair, and went downstairs with his half-wet hair.

Song Weizheng was waiting under the big tree in the dormitory building with a lunch box, and was taken aback when he saw her running over.

Jiang Suisui smiled and waved in front of him: "Why are you stupid? Don't you know me?"

Song Weizheng touched her still wet hair and whispered, "Why did you cut your hair suddenly?"

Jiang Suisui raised his hand and tucked his hair, and said, "I wanted to cut it a long time ago. The long braids are too much trouble. I have to braid them every day. The shampoo in the winter also dries slowly."

Seeing that Song Weizheng had no reaction, she was a little unhappy and said, "Isn't it ugly? Don't you just like long hair?"

Song Weizheng smiled, holding her hand and saying, "What are you thinking about?"

He whispered: "It's so good-looking, it's dumbfounded."

After hearing this, Jiang Suisui turned his head and snickered happily, and then hummed softly: "All right, let's go, have breakfast."

After the beginning of college, she was much busier than Jiang Suisui thought. With full schoolwork and unexpected drama performances, she could only stay with Song Weizheng during breakfast time.

Song Weizheng had breakfast and waited for her downstairs. After the two had eaten together, they took a walk on the campus to wake up, and then began a full day of study.

The atmosphere in the 1970s was very conservative. Even couples rarely walk outside holding hands directly. Jiang Suisui and Song Weizheng walked, seeing many people in twos and threes. Some of them were lovers who looked at each other at first glance. The eyes were shy and sweet.

Jiang Suisui and Song Weizheng walked slowly and slowly, their hands rubbing against each other from time to time. This kind of contact is enough to make people have secret happiness.

The wind in the early spring blew ginger-year-old hair, and it was already dry unknowingly.

Song Weizheng looked at her with his head down slightly, as if looking at a beautiful landscape. In his ear, she whispered about daily routines, study, life, and roommates. Time seemed to slow down at this moment, quiet and beautiful.

Jiang Suisui Xuxu said, "By the way, tomorrow is the new student conference. I look forward to your performance, Comrade Xiao Song."

Song Weizheng chuckles: "Comrade Female One, I also look forward to your performance."