Chapter 91 Isn't this going to kill my whole family?!
"Oh my god!"
Wen Qingqian hurriedly picked up the hair from the ground, trying to stick it back on. How did she accidentally shave the back of her son's head bald?!
Oh no, I must have had too much fun chatting with Zhizhi!
Zhizhi looked at the handsome brother's choppy bangs and the seemingly leaky hairstyle at the back of his head.
The smile on her face froze instantly.
Oops...
Yuan Hui's hairstyle looks a bit messed up.
Aunt Wen is indeed only suited for art; as for this kind of haircutting skill, let's leave it to the hairdressers.
Yuan Hui's brow twitched, and an ominous premonition arose within him.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. "Little Zhizhi, could you get me a mirror?"
"No, son, listen to your mother!"
Wen Qingqian dropped the scissors and cupped her son's face in her hands.
She was so flustered she almost couldn't speak properly, "Um, boys' hair grows really fast, and Mom cut it in a very artistic style, you..."
"You ruined it, didn't you?"
Although Yuan Hui's expression appeared calm, his soul had actually been wandering for a while.
He waited silently for Zhizhi to bring the mirror over, and when his gaze fell upon the mirror...
The air in the courtyard seemed to stand still for a moment.
One second... ...
Two seconds...
Three seconds...
Yuan Hui's eyes instantly reddened, and he broke down, "Mom! Concentrate when you're working! I'm bald!!!"
Wen Qingqian was startled by the sound. She covered her ears, her face full of apology.
"Son... how about Mom takes you to the state-run barbershop to get your hair fixed?"
I wonder if the hairdresser over there can glue the bald patch on the back of his head back.
Looking at Yuan Hui's disastrous hairstyle, Zhi Zhi suddenly understood a principle.
A boy's hairstyle is indeed his most precious possession.
He used to be a handsome guy, always looking good wherever he went.
With this hairstyle now, people who don't know him might think he's some kind of mentally challenged kid from the next village.
He's still that kind of silly kid who doesn't know to run home on rainy days.
She suppressed a laugh and tried her best to salvage the situation, saying, "Actually, this is the kind of beauty that grows on you. If you look closely... it's actually quite pretty."
Yuan Hui shifted her gaze from the mirror to Zhi Zhi, a hint of doubt in her eyes, "Really?"
"Pfft!" Zhizhi couldn't help but cover her mouth, "Ugh!"
Yuan Hui: "... ..."
He asked the unnecessary question.
Even my sister couldn't help but laugh. Could it really be true?
It's definitely meant to comfort you.
Yuan Hui's heart was instantly shattered. He silently stood up and went back to his room to shut himself away.
When Zhizhi saw him like this, she wanted to go in and say a few words of comfort.
Wen Qingqian stopped her, "Don't go in. If you go in, he'll definitely be even more upset."
Let her go in; after all, it was her fault.
As soon as Wen Qingqian entered the house, she found that her son was not in the living room. She then went into the bedroom and found Yuan Hui rummaging through the cabinet.
She lowered her head and clasped her hands with some guilt, "My child... Mom made a mistake. I shouldn't have insisted on cutting your hair despite my clumsy hands. I'm sorry."
She discovered that Yuan Hui was ignoring her.
She took a deep breath and continued to apologize, "How about I cut your hair into a buzz cut? A while ago, Gansu kept saying he wanted to join the army, and he got beaten up by Zhizhi's dad. Didn't he go back and cut his head into a buzz cut? He looks so handsome, so manly. I'm sorry, Mom was really wrong. Please don't ignore Mom, okay?"
Wen Qingqian kept apologizing.
But Yuan Hui remained silent.
She pursed her lips and hesitantly raised her head.
But they found Yuan Hui fiddling with his head in front of the mirror of the large wooden cabinet, with a hat on his head.
Noticing her mother's gaze, Yuan Hui sighed, turned her head and said, "It's okay if the haircut is ugly, what can I do? You're my mom, Mom. Do you think this hat looks good on me?"
Wen Qingqian was stunned for a moment.
She thought Yuan Hui would be angry, but actually he should be.
If it were her, she would be angry if her hair was ruined by a perm, but her son not only wasn't angry, but instead immediately thought about how to solve the problem.
He has become so sensible that even I, as his mother, feel somewhat ashamed of myself.
"Xiao Hui... ...you?"
Yuan Hui walked over and looked at her mother seriously. "I know you care about me, otherwise you wouldn't have gone to the trouble of giving me a haircut. So it's okay, it doesn't matter if it looks a little ugly. Anyway, it's getting cold, I can wear a hat, and my hair will grow back after the New Year."
Before he could see, he had no concrete understanding of anything in the world.
His only companions were the words formed by dots on the Braille book. He relied on those words to open up a new world, began to understand some principles, and began to understand the emotions that literature teaches people.
His mother didn't cut his hair like that on purpose; she just wasn't good at it.
So even though I can't bring myself to praise such an ugly hairstyle, I still can't deny that it's a sign of my mother's love for me.
Yuan Hui forced a smile and took her mother's hand. "It's okay. Didn't Zhizhi ask Dad to help introduce her to someone? Let's go out."
"Son, sob sob sob!"
Wen Qingqian's tears welled up instantly. How could she have never realized before how wonderful her son could be?
"Alright, alright, stop crying." Yuan Hui was a little uncomfortable with his mother's sentimentality. He stiffly patted his mother's back. "If you cry your hat down, I really won't be able to see my sister anymore."
Zhizhi sat in front of the small stool and waited for the mother and son to come out.
She quickly asked, "Aunt Wen, when are we going to talk to Uncle Yuan about this?"
"Don't worry, I'll make the call right now. You stay here and play with Yuan Hui for a while!"
Wen Qingqian patted her chest and readily agreed.
... ...
Grandma Li's house
Cuiping sat awkwardly on the sofa, looking at the four or five men sitting in front of her.
She could feel the men's gazes on her, which made her even more uneasy.
Chen Laowu spoke first: "Ahem, Cuiping, I don't know what you like. This is pork that I brought especially for you. My wife died early, and I only have three sons. If you marry me, I guarantee you won't have a bad life. I work at the supply and marketing cooperative, so we definitely won't lack pork. If you marry me and have another son, we'll live a good life!"
Grandma Li introduced with a smile, "Cuiping, this is the Chen Laowu I mentioned to you before, the one who sells pork at our local supply and marketing cooperative."
Cuiping nodded. "Hello, I... I just got divorced, I have no children, and I'm 28 this year."
"Oh? You're that old?" A textile factory worker sitting on the other side chimed in. He was lame and just a technician in the factory. He felt a little disgusted when he heard Cuiping's age.
Grandma Li looked at him and said, "Qi Zenggang, you're not getting any younger. You had a girlfriend before, so why didn't you get married?"
This person was introduced to her by a friend from the Women's Federation. He was supposedly a regular employee at the factory and owned an apartment, but he had to live with his parents-in-law.
I heard that her family introduced her to a potential partner a few years ago, but for some reason it fell through.
Upon hearing this, Qi Zenggang immediately stood up unsteadily.
“That woman just wants to marry a rich man with ten thousand yuan. When we started dating, I treated her to a steamed bun and it wasn’t enough. She thought I was stingy. We’ve been dating for a year, and I was ready to marry her. But she made an outrageous demand that I buy her a bicycle. Isn’t that going to kill my whole family?”
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