Gu An'an was quite excited.

Although there are many children in the family, there are almost no brains to use.

Only Jiang Mingxu could persuade them; Jiang Mingyi was definitely not going to agree with the other three children. Jiang Mingzhu was reluctant to part with her beautiful hair, while Bao'er wasn't too reluctant. However, since the children had little hair, Gu An'an was too embarrassed to cut it.

Jiang Mingxu sat in the courtyard, wrapped in a piece of cloth that he had found somewhere. The little boy tugged at the cloth and asked, "Mom, why don't you cut your own hair?"

Gu An'an wanted to too.

But she still had concerns.

Firstly, he's a businessman who's always in the public eye, so cutting his hair would make him more noticeable.

What if the diners aren't happy about it?

Although she doesn't rely on her looks to make a living, it wouldn't be good if her unconventional ways were rejected by customers.

On the other hand, "Mom is still a novice, so I want to practice with you first."

Jiang Mingxu was so angry that his cheeks puffed out like a squirrel. "Then, Mother, please don't be shy. Just treat my head like a watermelon and do whatever you want with it."

There was a hint of embarrassment and anger in her words, how could Gu An'an not hear it?

Jiang Mingzhu, who had just finished practicing calligraphy, overheard this. The girl hesitated for a moment, "Why don't you cut my hair, Mother? I have to practice martial arts anyway, and it's not appropriate for me to have long hair."

However, as she said this, Jiang Mingzhu touched her long braid with reluctance.

Everyone loves beauty, and although Jiang Mingzhu is not old, she attaches great importance to her face.

She especially loved his thick, black hair.

However, under the combined influence of Gu An'an's strong desire and Jiang Mingxu's reluctance, Jiang Mingzhu finally demonstrated the responsibility she should have as an older sister.

Since Mingxu is unwilling, let's start with her head.

Otherwise, if Mingxu and his mother are unhappy, what's the point of having a family?

"Sister, your provocation won't work. Since I made a mistake and agreed to Mother's conditions, how can I go back on my word?"

The little boy clutched tightly to the cloth that covered most of his body, saying, "Mom, come here."

He managed to express the tragic heroism of sacrificing himself in just a few words: "I only hope you are careful, don't let your hand shake, and don't poke a bloody hole in my head. That would be enough for me."

Gu An'an: "..."

She flicked the little boy's head. "What nonsense are you talking about? Your mother has the best cooking skills, capable of making ten or eight dishes, and my hands are the steadyest, okay?"

Jiang Mingzhu was both amused and exasperated. She really didn't mean to provoke him; Mingxu had truly misunderstood her.

Actually, Jiang Mingxu's hair isn't very long; it's only a little past his shoulders now.

With one snip of her scissors, a patch of fine, black hair fell to the ground.

With a few snips of the scissors, the little boy who used to have a high ponytail now has a head that looks like...

Chen Bei carefully chose his words, saying, "It feels like it was chewed by a dog."

"How could you say that?" Jiang Mingzhu glared at her. "A puppy couldn't chew like that."

Gu An'an: "..." I really don't know if you're praising me as being worse than a dog or praising me as being better than a dog.

"Don't rush, just wait a little longer." As she spoke, Gu An'an picked up the razor she had prepared beforehand and began to trim the head.

It's quite messy; her skills have deteriorated far too quickly. It seems she'll have to practice more in the future.

Jiang Mingxu, who had contributed his brain, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Why did he have such a bad feeling?

Hopefully, this is just his imagination.

The courtyard was bustling with activity, but Jiang Mingyi kept all the noise out.

This morning, when the teacher checked their study progress, he first had them copy an article.

The main purpose is to check their calligraphy and their knowledge of characters.

Both Zhu'er and Bao'er need to continue practicing calligraphy. The teacher gave them some calligraphy practice books to practice with.

Jiang Mingyi, on the other hand, needs to learn how to write articles.

I only wrote half an article this morning, and my teacher didn't say anything. But after the apprenticeship banquet today, he gave me another topic and asked me to write another article to hand in to him when I go to school tomorrow.

Looking at the topic, Jiang Mingyi hesitated to put pen to paper.

Once upon a time, someone presented live fish to Zichan of Zheng, who then ordered him to inspect the ponds where people kept livestock.

The answer to this question is easy. It says that Zheng Zichan had a love for all living things, which is why the fish was able to survive.

But how do you write a good article on this topic?

Jiang Mingyi pondered for a long time before he finally came up with an idea.

In the bedroom, which also served as a study, the young man's thoughts flowed freely, and his pen moved like a flowing river.

As soon as he finished the last stroke, he heard continuous laughter from the courtyard.

"Sister Gu, why don't you cut my hair short too?"

Jiang Mingyi frowned slightly upon hearing this. Chen Bei was always good at pleasing people, so it wasn't surprising that he said such a thing.

He hung out the article he had just written to air, weighed it down with a paperweight, and then pushed open the door to go out.

Jiang Mingxu was carefully touching his round head, holding a bronze mirror in his hand.

"I think I'm getting more and more handsome."

It was obvious who the instigator was, and he said smugly, "That's right, don't you see how much more manly you've become?"

Jiang Mingxu wholeheartedly agreed, "If he were carrying a small, broken bowl and a cane, he would truly look like a beggar."

These words left Gu An'an speechless. "What nonsense are you spouting, you brat?"

Jiang Mingyi watched as the person carefully wiped Mingxu's neck with a cotton cloth, and heard her say, "You're going out with Dr. Tian and the others. Take good care of yourself while you're away. Short hair makes showering and washing your hair easier. If you can't manage on your own, just ask them for help, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mingxu snuggled into Gu An'an's arms, saying, "I know, I know, I'm just going out to travel and broaden my horizons. It's not like we're parting forever, Mother, please don't say that."

If things continue like this, he won't want to leave.

Gu An'an also knew that jade cannot become a gem without being carved. In fact, with Tian and Zheng by his side, Jiang Mingxu would not get into any trouble, since those two valued Jiang Mingxu even more than she did.

However, he is still a child who is not even six years old.

In the 21st century, she wouldn't even have finished first grade.

Even going to kindergarten requires parents to pick them up and drop them off, so they have to travel far away.

"A loving mother holds a knife, a wandering son's head floats. Mother, don't worry, I won't be gone for long. Old Man Zheng said he'll definitely come back for my birthday."

Jiang Mingxu's eyes were wet. "I still want to eat the longevity noodles you make, Mom."

"Okay, when you come back, Mom will celebrate your birthday, okay?"

The little boy threw himself into Gu An'an's arms, hiding his sobs.

The thought of leaving his mother and brother and going out with those two old men, where he wouldn't eat or sleep well, made him feel so wronged.

what to do?

Or, he could find an excuse to go for a couple of days and then come back, okay?