Chapter 7
I thought Shen Jianye would come out, but the two girls ran away the moment they heard this, turned around and ran into the store and closed the door, one of them muttering: "We are not slacking off!"
Another said: "Manager, you know how heavy this bucket is..."
As the small door was closed, Jiang Rong, who was hiding behind the wall, could no longer hear the sounds in the room. However, she felt that as expected, the two people must have been teased by the store manager and then continued to work. Shen Jianye's voice was quite soft just now. The working environment in this coffee shop must be very good.
At this time, Jiang Rong didn't notice at all that the clerk gave Shen Jianye the nickname Shen Baopi. She just thought it was normal for the employees to complain about the boss.
only……
Jiang Rong touched her somewhat dull hair thoughtfully. This kind of store really had requirements for appearance. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, glad that she didn't walk in without thinking.
Otherwise, there is no chance of success in the application, and it will leave a bad impression on the store manager.
Jiang Rong just touched her hair and the fifty yuan in her pocket, and then she realized that her stomach was still rumbling. She licked her dry lower lip, walked around the alley to the market, bought a five-yuan roujiamo, and took a look at the nearby barber shops.
The last time I went out with my mother to get my hair done was when I was in elementary school.
She had the impression that a hair wash, cut, and blow-dry didn't cost much. Her mother only had to pay ten yuan, and she could sit on a wooden stool with her head down while someone rubbed her hair while she washed it comfortably, and it also included a blow-dry and a simple trim. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but every time she left the barber shop, her hair would be more fragrant and smoother than if she had washed it at home.
Then Jiang Rong saw the price posters posted at the doors of those high-end-looking barbershops, all of which advertised shocking prices. But when she took a closer look, she realized that a hair wash would start at 50 yuan. Moreover, those barbershops were bright and shiny, with the white tiles on the floor almost glowing. The barbers inside were all dressed in suits and had headphones on their ears, which was scary to look at.
Just because the people inside looked at her, Jiang Rong lowered her head instantly, afraid that they would see that she was planning to go in. She quickly quickened her pace and walked away with the roujiamo in her hand.
Jiang Rong didn't dare to go into these overly fashionable shops. She could only follow the path in her memory and walked to the barber shop where her mother had taken her when she was a child.
This store is completely different from those magnificent ones. The main door is just a simple sliding door with newspapers stuck on the back of the translucent glass. Some small holes are directly sealed with yellow tape. I don’t know why, but one corner is not stuck. However, it looks very simple and the price should not be very expensive.
Jiang Rong swallowed her saliva, took a few steps forward, and was about to push open the door when a man came out rubbing his head while holding a toothpick. Jiang Rong subconsciously hid aside, hiding behind the wall and secretly looking at the man not far away. Although she always felt that her behavior was somewhat familiar, she was mainly afraid of meeting strangers.
Especially the people in the old factory.
The middle-aged man cleared his throat and spat on the road. He turned around and probably talked to the barber. He smiled and said, "Old Chen, your skills are still better. It's cheap and the craftsmanship is good."
After saying that, he left. Jiang Rong quickly grasped the word "cheap" and wanted to walk over with shining eyes. Before she opened the door and walked in, she smelled the smell of smoke as she reached the door.
Luckily she didn't choke to death.
Jiang Rong turned her head and coughed violently. She glanced around and realized that the room was full of men. She then looked at the shop sign inside and saw a huge "Men's Barbering" sign. No wonder there was smoke and no wonder that all the people sitting inside were men.
She finally understood why this part was exposed here without being covered with newspaper.
The question is, why did he put the door inside the house?
Even calligraphy can’t be like this!
Jiang Rong only dared to complain in her heart. Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, but she just turned around, her ears red, and turned away without hesitation.
Jiang Rong subconsciously glanced at the middle-aged man standing there getting his hair cut, and then she remembered that when she was a child, she came here to get her hair washed, cut, and blow-dried because her mother thought her hair was too long and too troublesome to tidy up, so she shaved her head into a flat top for easier organization.
Jiang Rong quickened her pace and quickly slipped away. The men in the room looked at the girl who had fled the doorway and couldn't help laughing. Many of them even started to make dirty remarks. "The girl from the Jiang family is getting more and more beautiful."
"That's right, I don't know who will sleep with me in the future."
"That kind of girl isn't that easy to deal with. Just give her some money and buy her some food, and she'll be fine."
"Don't you think so, Old Chen? I remember you and her family..."
Several people lived nearby and were casually chatting about Jiang Rong's family. As they chatted, they remembered the relationship between Lao Chen and the Jiang family, and asked Lao Chen, who had just put down the hair dryer, curiously.
Old Chen put down his hair dryer and fixed the customer's hair. He replied expressionlessly, "What does she have to do with you? She's a high school student with a bright future ahead of her."
"Besides, technology is so advanced now. Even our old neighborhood has a ton of cameras installed. There's even something called Sky Eye now..."
Several people were not angry. One of them said helplessly with a cigarette in his mouth: "Old Chen, you are so annoying. I knew that in your heart you must still be..." He did not finish his words, but just exhaled a puff of smoke and shook his head helplessly.
The other one nodded and said, "That's right, I thought she was your biological daughter."
Old Chen ignored him and quickly finished cutting the hair in front of him and took off the customer's shoulder pads. "Okay, next one."
Jiang Rong didn't know what was happening in the barbershop. She looked around carefully near her home and found that the prices of barbershops had increased unknowingly. She couldn't find a suitable barbershop with the forty yuan in her pocket.
Some can only wash their hair at the age of 30.
In addition, her stomach kept growling and the stomach pain was becoming more and more unbearable. Jiang Rong had no intention of getting her hair done today. Maybe her long hair was not a problem, it was just a little dull, and she could just use some conditioner.
She frantically comforted herself in her heart, then took the roujiamo back home, boiled a pot of water and ate the roujiamo. The warm feeling spread from her stomach to her whole body, and Jiang Rong felt alive again.
After finishing her homework, Jiang Rong looked at her hair in the mirror for a long time before realizing another thing: she hadn't cared about her appearance for a long time. To be precise, she had never paid much attention to her clothes and hair, and she was not fashionable at all.
As for me now, if someone asks me who I think is most likely to be fashionable around me, it will definitely be my deskmate who teaches me how to use Tieba and forums and has a wide range of friends!
So early the next morning, Jiang Rong came to school and as soon as she sat down, she couldn't help but ask Lin Yue: "What do you think of my hair?"
"That's it..." Jiang Rong gestured with her hands, but she really couldn't say what she wanted to say.
Lin Yue was completely bewildered. Although she didn't quite understand, she was struck by Jiang Rong's beauty. She still took a closer look, then stared at her dancing hands for a while before asking, "Are you trying to ask me how your hairstyle is?"
Jiang Rong's eyes lit up instantly, and she knew that her deskmate was special: "Yes, yes, I kind of want to get my hair done."
Lin Yue held her chin and looked at it carefully again: "Then I will tell the truth."
"How should I put it? If it weren't for your face, your hair would be a real problem. Haven't you had your hair done in a long time?"
I knew she was fashionable, but I didn't expect her eyes to be so sharp. She even noticed that I hadn't done my hair in a long time.
Jiang Rong awkwardly grabbed the ends of her hair and shook it: "Yes, I kind of want to do my hair, but I don't know..."
She had originally just wanted to ask Lin Yue what kind of hairstyle she thought would suit her, but Lin Yue clapped her hands and said, "I know a barber shop with great skills!"
Hearing her words, Jiang Rong smiled awkwardly: "Forget it, forget it, I can just find one myself."
She didn't know how much the hair salon recommended by Lin Yue would cost, and she was afraid that she didn't have enough money, which would be embarrassing.
Lin Yue frowned in disapproval: "Why? The barbershops all have varying levels of quality. Many can't understand what people say. The one near my house is really good."
Jiang Rong smiled and tried hard to find an excuse in her mind. She didn't want to expose her family, but she didn't know what excuse to make that would be reasonable and not reveal anything. Fortunately, while she was struggling, the bell for class rang first.
The two of them immediately sat up straight and began to listen to the class attentively. Jiang Rong didn't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that the way Teacher Wang looked at her was not right, and when he walked over to them, his tone of voice seemed a little indifferent.
For example, she asked: "Everyone knows how to do this question, right?"
Lin Yue wanted to raise her hand, but Teacher Wang had already looked away.
It could be said that for the entire class, no one cast any glances in their direction. Lin Yue frowned and couldn't help but mutter under her breath: "Is the old witch crazy?"
Jiang Rong shook her head quietly and replied softly, "I don't know." But she didn't like asking the teacher questions, so she didn't take it seriously.
As soon as the get out of class was over, the bald-headed headmaster walked to the door of their class, glanced around the classroom, looked directly in their direction, and called out their name: "Jiang Rong, come to the office."
Lin Yue's eyes widened as she looked at Jiang Rong in disbelief. After all, being called over by a teacher, especially the director, was not an ordinary thing. Jiang Rong didn't care much about it. After all, the director had known her since her freshman year of high school and had always helped her in school.
She didn't care, but after she left, Lin Yue's friend came over and asked quietly, "Does your fairy classmate live in the old factory building?"
"That place is so poor, and full of mixed people, it's a mess..."
She unconsciously revealed an expression of disgust and aversion.
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