Chapter 149
"So, is my length okay?"
Shi Ye raised his eyes: "You want to donate your hair?"
Jiang Zhinian nodded: "I've never had my hair permed or dyed, so it should meet the requirements."
In fact, she was a little moved when she heard Shi Ye's words just now. In addition, she would have to stay in confinement after giving birth. It would not be very convenient to wash her hair at this length, and she would have to cut it short every morning and evening. She might as well take this opportunity to donate it to children in need, so that these beautiful hair that will sooner or later be separated from their own due to postpartum hair loss can have a good home.
Shi Ye didn't say anything, but his eyes kept scanning the beautiful black and shiny hair.
"Shi Ye? What's the required hair length?"
Shi Ye retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes and whispered, "20 centimeters."
Jiang Zhinian didn't hear clearly, so he leaned closer and asked, "How much?"
"20 centimeters."
Shi Ye raised his voice a bit, and happened to run into Zheng Chengfei who was passing by after finishing his meal. He overheard everything and shouted in shock, "How much? Shi Ye, you have 20 centimeters?"
In an instant, everyone around fell silent, with more or less unspeakable strange expressions on their faces. The more steady ones could still control their eyes and expressions, while several young doctors and nurses couldn't help but glance at Shi Ye.
Zheng Chengfei knew he was in trouble, so he laughed it off and slipped away awkwardly, while Jiang Zhinian's face instantly turned red. Amid the curious and gossipy gazes of the people around her, she nervously stood up and wanted to run, but Shi Ye's look kept her stuck in her seat.
"Don't run."
The hair issue had not been clarified yet, and he was afraid that Jiang Zhinian would cut his hair when he returned.
Jiang Zhinian lowered his head and approached Shi Ye: "Why don't we go first."
Shi Ye glanced around, nodded, and pulled Jiang Zhinian to the alley behind the restaurant and asked her, "Do you really need a haircut?"
Seeing that he asked formally, Jiang Zhinian hesitated for a moment and said, "Don't you agree with me donating my hair?"
Shi Ye's gaze swept over Jiang Zhinian's long hair, which was as black and smooth as silk. He remembered the faint fragrance emanating from her hair and the texture of her hair when his fingertips stroked it every time he helped her blow dry.
He stepped forward and hugged her in his arms, gently touching the ends of her hair: "Actually, you can donate money."
Each wig is customized to a certain size and the cost is not low. In addition to hair, donating money to make wigs is also a way to show love.
Jiang Zhinian raised her hand and touched her hair: "But, after giving birth, hair loss will occur."
Rather than turning it into garbage, it would be better to donate it. Jiang Zhinian thought Shi Ye liked the way his hair looked long, so he comforted him, "My hair grows very fast. It's too long now. Don't you have to stay in confinement after giving birth? I heard that you can't wash your hair during confinement. It will smell bad when it's this long. Besides, it takes a long time to blow-dry my hair at its current length..."
"I blew it. It took 18 minutes."
Jiang Zhinian paused, feeling a bit amused and helpless. She remembered the last time Shi Ye helped her measure the time, and suddenly understood something.
"Do you like blow-drying my hair, or do you like my hair?"
Shi Ye didn't say anything, but kept tangling Jiang Zhinian's hair with his fingers, and said stubbornly: "Hair loss is just cyclical, it will gradually ease. You can wash your hair during the confinement period, and I will help you blow dry it. Is there any other reason?"
Jiang Zhinian had no reason anymore, but she still wanted to do something for those children...
“If you have time, you can volunteer and tell them stories.”
"May I?"
"Yes, the Little Windmill often recruits volunteers."
Jiang Zhinian smiled and nodded, then, with the intention of teasing Shi Ye, deliberately said, "If I don't donate my hair, can I get it trimmed a little bit?"
Shi Ye pursed his lips: "How much do you want to cut?"
Jiang Zhinian thought about it and compared the length. It was not much, about the length of a finger joint.
Shi Ye nodded: "Okay."
After saying that, he thought for a moment, as if he couldn't understand, and said, "But I don't quite understand why you had to cut off this section."
"Just trimming the ends of my hair."
Shi Ye touched the ends of her hair, not understanding why she needed to trim it. But Jiang Zhinian had already made concessions, so he didn't want to make any more requests, otherwise the other party might think he was meddling too much.
He had read in a book that one should give his partner a certain amount of personal space. If he controls everything and makes demands on everything, the other person will soon get tired of this stressful life.
Shi Ye recalled the words in the book several times in his mind and nodded: "Go and fix it."
Then he added: "But keep an eye on the barber and don't cut too much."
Jiang Zhinian pursed her lips and almost laughed out loud. After thinking for a moment, she half-seriously complained, "Forget it, I'm not going to cut it. Haircuts are so expensive at barbershops these days. Even a small trim costs over a hundred yuan. I might as well donate the money to children in need."
Shi Ye checked the time and asked, "Do you want to come with me now?"
He couldn't wait to take Jiang Zhinian to queue up to register as a volunteer, lest she change her mind later and still want to cut her hair.
"Okay, now?"
"Okay, let's go. There will be someone on duty there at noon."
The children's area was on the 6th floor of the inpatient department. After getting out of the elevator, Shi Ye swiped his card and took Jiang Zhinian in. They arrived at the door of a small room that was decorated quite warmly.
"It's right here."
The room is not big, but it has some small tables for children and a row of low shelves with some toys and picture books on them.
"Doctor Shi?" There was a boy on duty in the room. When he saw Shi Ye, he stood up and greeted him.
"I brought someone here. She wants to apply to be your volunteer."
The boy glanced professionally at Jiang Zhinian's dark hair and said with a smile, "Welcome, welcome. My name is Chen Feng, and I'm one of the founders of Little Windmill. I'll get you an application form to register."
Jiang Zhinian walked in, slowly scanned the toys and picture books around him, and asked, "Are you talking about these picture books?"
"You can read ours, but it's better to bring your own. Some children have read these picture books so many times that they can just tell the rest of the story after you say one sentence. It's boring."
Jiang Zhinian nodded: "Okay, then I'll buy some picture books myself."
The boy placed the application form in front of Jiang Zhinian. He originally wanted her to sit at the low table to fill it out, but when he found out she was pregnant, he became troubled. Their room was a place for children to play, and the furniture was designed to be relatively low.
"It's okay, I'll fill it on the wall."
The boy walked over and explained to her how to fill it out: "The children here don't have infectious diseases, so even pregnant women can come without worry. However, it's best to confirm that you are not sick before coming, especially with infectious diseases, because many children have very weak immune systems and cannot withstand even the slightest virus."
"Okay, I'll pay attention."
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