Chapter 1745

Ever since Wan Peng left home, he had been pondering whether to get a longer or shorter haircut.

Even now, he remained unwilling and reluctant to part with his long hair.

Are you doing well in that faraway place, and have tears dampened your eyes?

Are you doing well in that faraway place, and have you ever thought of leaning on my shoulders?

That smile of yours, no longer familiar, is it just a perfunctory gesture to me?

Holding your photo in my hand, I truly feel that you are very far away.

"..."

At the entrance of a barbershop not far away, two large speakers were set up, and the singing was coming from there.

Wan Peng looked up; he liked the singer very much at this moment. The singer was called Bald Li Jin, who shaved his head completely bald.

This song had just been released and was already popular all over the country, and Wan Peng couldn't help but feel moved.

Damn it, Li Jin is a big bald guy, and if I shave mine too, maybe I can get popular too.

Thinking of this, Wan Peng gritted his teeth and strode over.

This barbershop was called Qin Laosan Haircut, and it was quite famous in this area—not because the craftsmanship was good, but because it was cheap.

For men, a haircut, a shave, and an ear cleaning here cost only three yuan, and a haircut alone was just one point five yuan.

If it was a perm for a lady, she could choose anything between five and eight yuan.

You have to know, this is the forefront of reform and opening up, Dongguan, known as the world's factory.

This price is absolutely conscientious, but Wan Peng never gets his hair cut here because he has a head of elegant long hair and doesn't trust Qin Laosan.

"Boss, shave my head!"

Qin Laosan was in his fifties and had just finished a perm for a woman. Hearing Wan Peng's shout, he responded.

"Coming, let me wash my hands first."

Wan Peng sat on the chair, and Qin Laosan came over quickly.

"Boss, how should I cut it?"

Wan Peng had finally made up his mind; if he was going to shave it, he would just shave it. If Bald Li Jin could get popular with such a shiny head, maybe he could too.

Qin Laosan was stunned for a moment: "You've kept your hair this long, why are you thinking of shaving it off?"

"Buddy, I want to change my style." Wan Peng laughed, "Don't you think Bald Li Jin is very handsome?"

Qin Laosan was stunned again. He played "Are You Doing Well in That Faraway Place" every day, so naturally, he knew who Bald Li Jin was.

What kind of taste does this buddy have? Li Jin sings very well, and he likes to listen to him too, but it doesn't seem like he has anything to do with being handsome.

"Don't just stand there." Wan Peng said: "I have things to do, hurry up and shave it for me."

"Okay!"

Qin Laosan picked up the razor. At this moment, his temperament was different; he had the spirit of "with the razor in hand, the world is mine."

"Let me tell you, buddy is also a singer, known as the Little Prince of Nightclubs. In two days, I will sign with Future Culture in the capital. It won't be long before my songs are played all over the streets.

By then, I'll come back and give you an autograph, and then hang it on the wall; it will definitely make your business booming. So, you have to shave it well for me, it must be even shinier than Bald Li Jin's head."

When Qin Laosan heard this, he realized this guy was also a singer. Looking at the elegant long hair in front of him, he believed it.

"My craftsmanship of shaving heads, Qin Laosan Zhu, is second to none in our Dongguan; no one dares to claim to be first. I guarantee to shave it until it's gleaming."

Wan Peng believed this because Qin Laosan Haircut was not far from his home, and all the neighbors, especially the older ones, got their hair cut here.

There wasn't much business today, so Qin Laosan put in extra effort. Usually, a haircut took ten minutes, but today it took half an hour.

Wan Peng stood up, looked at himself in the mirror, and grinned.

Why does it feel even more handsome than long hair? If he had known, he would have shaved it long ago.

"Not bad, not bad." Wan Peng took out two yuan and handed it to Qin Laosan: "Keep the change."

Qin Laosan took the money: "Wait, give me an autograph."

"No problem!" Wan Peng agreed readily.

Qin Laosan hurriedly found a notebook and a pen inside the counter and handed them to Wan Peng.

Wan Peng took it, swish, swish, swish, his hand moved, and he signed his big name. He felt a sense of satisfaction he had never felt before.

He had started practicing this signature when he was in school, and this was his first time signing it.

At this moment, the more he looked at Qin Laosan, the more pleasing he became.

"Buddy, wait until I become famous, I will come to you to shave my head again, and then we'll take a photo together."

"Thank you, thank you!" Qin Laosan put away the autograph and sent Wan Peng out the door.

Wan Peng stood on the side of the road with his shiny head, which looked a bit reflective under the sun.

"Go back."

Wan Peng waved his hand, then touched his head, feeling a bit unaccustomed, and walked home quickly.

Wan Fuyuan and Yang Mei were waiting at home. Hearing the sound of the door opening outside, they both turned their heads to look.

The door opened, and a bald head poked in first. Wan Fuyuan and Yang Min were stunned.

"Dad, Mom, how is it?" Wan Peng walked into the room with a grin, constantly rubbing his head with his hand.

Wan Fuyuan and Yang Min looked at each other, then looked at their son's bald head, and then laughed out loud with tacit understanding.

Wan Peng, who was very happy, suddenly didn't feel so beautiful anymore.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing!" Wan Fuyuan held back his laughter and nodded at his son: "Handsome, this is much more handsome than your long hair."

Yang Min was still laughing, and Wan Fuyuan kicked her: "Am I right?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Yang Min got up and walked to the bedroom: "I'm going to change clothes, Wan Peng, you go change quickly too, we are going to the guesthouse."

Wan Peng asked in surprise: "You are going too?"

"Such a big thing, how can I not go." Yang Min entered the bedroom: "Hurry up, what time is it, don't waste time."

"Hurry up!" Wan Fuyuan looked at the time: "It's almost two o'clock, your Uncle Zhou should be back too, we can't let them wait for us."

"Okay!" Wan Peng dashed into the bedroom in a few steps. Yang Min hadn't finished changing clothes, but he came out first: "Ready."

Wan Fuyuan looked him over and nodded: "This looks like something."

"It's not a performance." Wan Peng couldn't help but touch his head again: "I can still distinguish the importance."

Yang Mei came out after changing clothes: "Let's go."

The family of three went out, got into Wan Fuyuan's car, and headed straight for the guesthouse.

At this time, in another more famous hair salon, Kong Yu was getting a perm.

Liao Ting sat on the side, crossing her legs and reading a newspaper, while Rao Zhanhua was also patiently accompanying her.

Time passed bit by bit. Kong Yu got a small wavy perm, and then started to get a haircut.

Her shoulder-length long hair was cut into shoulder-length short hair. When she put on her clothes and stood there, her entire temperament changed.

Mature, capable, and very elite-like.

Liao Ting laughed: "This feeling is right."

A look of surprise flashed in Rao Zhanhua's eyes, and then he stood up: "That's about it, let's go."

Liao Ting looked at Rao Zhanhua: "You—really want to go?"

"Scared?" Rao Zhanhua sneered: "Cut off contact with him and return to Dongtai, and I will spare him."