Their hair is trimmed by a professional every month. This was the first time he had ever cut someone's hair, and he was actually very nervous, especially since it was his own wife's hair.
If she wakes up tomorrow crying and tells herself that her haircut was awful and she regrets it.
He couldn't take it back; he had to be careful and meticulous.
Upon hearing this, Su Yue's cheeks instantly flushed with a shy blush. He was her personal hairdresser.
Unexpectedly, Fu Shen, who is usually serious, can be so unpredictable when he speaks sweet words.
Fu Shen carefully tied the long hair that Su Yue had cut off with a rubber band, handed it to her, and said softly, "Put it in your spatial storage."
Su Yue's blush hadn't faded yet. She stared blankly at the hair in Fu Shen's hand, puzzled, and asked, "Why are you leaving it there? Aren't you going to take it to the barbershop in town to sell it, or just throw it away?"
When she was in Shuiwen Village, she saw the village women go to town to sell their long hair, and when they came back, they excitedly told the villagers that they had earned two yuan from selling their hair.
Liu Meili heard this and encouraged her to go, but she was unwilling.
Didn't you see how ugly and short those old ladies' hair was cut?
They are all grandmothers, and I, a teenager, don't want to ruin my hair for two yuan.
When Liu Meili saw that she was unwilling, she even tried to sneak into her and Su Xiaomei's room in the middle of the night to cut her hair. After being discovered, she was so scared that she didn't dare to sleep for several nights.
With so much work to do every day, she couldn't keep going without sleep, so she asked some of the older women who sold their hair if they would buy her hair if she cut it at home and then sold it.
Liu Meili happened to be there too, and the older women said, "They only want the ones they cut themselves; they don't want the ones they cut at home."
After hearing this, Liu Meili gave up the idea of coming to cut her hair in the middle of the night.
Fu Shen frowned: "You're out of money at home?"
Su Yue: "...You're rich."
The money they usually spent was all borrowed from Liu Meili.
She barely touched the money Fu Shen gave her, leaving it almost untouched.
Fu Shen asked in confusion, "Then why are you thinking of selling your hair?"
Su Yue explained, "Some people in our village have sold their hair, but they cut it themselves at home, so no one would buy it, and they had to throw it away."
Fu Shen's attitude was firm: "We won't throw it away, we'll keep it."
Su Yue compromised: "Fine."
If he doesn't want to throw it away, then he doesn't have to. My husband cherishes the hair he cuts so much, I can't argue with him over such a small thing.
That's because they like you; if it were someone else, who would care whether you threw it away or not?
“Let’s go into the space together. You take a cloth and wrap your hair up and put it away. I can’t do it by myself.”
Every time she enters the space and sees a long lock of hair, she might never dare to go in alone again.
Fu Shen couldn't help but laugh and said, "You're even afraid of your own hair?"
Su Yue nodded seriously: "I'm scared."
She believed in such things, and having done so for decades, how could she not be afraid?
Fu Shen: "..."
Seeing his reaction, Su Yue didn't offer any further explanation.
After the two entered the room, they went into the space together, carefully put their hair away, and then came out again.
Su Yue walked to the mirror, turned her body left and right, and carefully examined her newly cut hair.
Fu Shen recalled Su Yue's hesitant expression before she took a shower, walked over to her, and asked softly, "What did you want to say before you took a shower?"
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