Chapter 87087 Chu Song's Fashionable Hairstyle
When Liang Jiayao was hesitating at the door, Weng Fengwei noticed the person standing at the door. He looked unfamiliar. She frowned, but did not speak. Instead, she stood up and prepared to lock the door.
"Hey, wait a minute," Liang Jiayao asked, "Are you...Grandma Weng?"
"My last name is Weng. What can I do for you?"
"Uh, I, I... I came here to ask if you still make clothes. Yes, I want to make some clothes."
Weng Fengwei glanced at him. He didn't look like someone who was here to make clothes. She shook her head coolly and said, "I don't have time. Please hire someone else."
“Pah—”
After saying that, the door closed as if he was some kind of monster.
Liang Jiayao touched his nose. He was not angry, but felt a little relieved in his heart. It was thanks to him that he was careful!
Fang Qingrong's grandmother is the "Grandma Weng" that Chu Song mentioned, and he did not offend anyone.
As he thought about it, Liang Jiayao felt a little unbalanced. The man surnamed Fang was really shameless. He actually used his grandmother to show his affection!
Isn't this bullying him because he's an orphan? !
Liang Jiayao uses the greatest malice to speculate about others. He is indeed a vixen who knows how to use tricks.
Liang Jiayao squatted on the hillside in front of Fang Qingrong's yard for the entire afternoon until it was slightly dark. Then he saw Fang Qingrong coming back slowly, following the last rays of sunset, carrying a backpack as tall as a person.
"stop!"
Fang Qingrong heard the voice, stopped and looked back, and saw Liang Jiayao on the hillside. He ignored her, withdrew his gaze, and continued walking forward.
Liang Jiayao had been squatting for so long that his feet were numb and felt like they were being pricked by needles. However, he didn't care about that at the moment. He chased after her with a grin on his face and said, "Do you think Chu Song really likes you?!"
Fang Qingrong turned her head and stared at him, then said bluntly, coldly, "Get lost."
Liang Jiayao almost exploded immediately, "Who are you telling to get out? It's obviously you who should get out!"
Fang Qingrong: "Do you want to see where you are now?"
Liang Jiayao said stubbornly, "This is near your home, not yours. Why do you care about me if your name is written on it?"
Fang Qingrong didn't intend to pay attention to him, so Liang Jiayao continued to speak, half showing off and half mocking him: "I'm telling you, don't be so self-righteous. She's just playing with you, but she's serious with me. Do you know how happy we are together?"
Fang Qingrong: "Then let her continue playing."
Liang Jiayao really wanted to hit him with a hoe!
So shameless.
Fang Qingrong asked him back, "As long as she likes it, I'm willing to do it. It's me who's being played, not you. What's it to you?"
"You still have no shame!"
"If you had any shame, you wouldn't be here."
Fang Qingrong didn't say much, but every word was heart-piercing. Liang Jiayao choked and choked, unable to argue with him, so he changed the subject, "I know, you're short of money, right?"
He glanced at the man from head to toe as if humiliating him. "How much do you want? I'll give it to you. Oh, I forgot to tell you, the last thing I need is money. Just tell me how much you want? Take the money and get out of here. Got it?"
Fang Qingrong looked at him indifferently, her dark pupils devoid of any warmth.
Liang Jiayao wasn't afraid of him. He took out a handful of banknotes from his pocket in a high-profile manner. He knew Chu Song liked these the most, so he always kept a large stack in his pocket. "I'll give you 500 first. If it's not enough, I'll bring you more tomorrow. Then leave her. Understand?"
Five hundred is a windfall in this era.
Fang Qingrong naturally did not take the money. His eyes became even colder. Unlike Liang Jiayao's delicate and beautiful face, he had truly lived a hard life. His eyebrows were sharp, and there was a cruel look in his face when he frowned.
Liang Jiayao sneered, "I tell you, I'm the only one who can give Xianxian happiness. What can you give her? This money is enough to buy you!"
"So you also know that the only bargaining chip you have left is money."
Liang Jiayao's face instantly turned the color of liver. He fiercely threw the banknotes at Fang Qingrong's face, and the banknotes swirled and fell to the ground. "What's wrong with having money? Why doesn't she like other people's money but mine?"
He yelled in a shrill voice, "Anyway, I won't let Chu Song suffer with you!"
As the saying goes, the louder the voice, the weaker the heart.
No one won, and no one lost. Liang Jiayao swore that the person he hated most in his life had appeared.
"Just wait until I formally propose marriage. I want to take Xianxian far away and give her a good life. As for you, you just..."
Before he could finish his words, Fang Qingrong suddenly approached. In the twilight, the anger surging in his eyes was like a volcano about to erupt.
"No matter what, I won't leave her."
Liang Jiayao then realized that although the other party was about the same height as him, his arms were muscular from years of farm work. If they really fought, he would probably not get the upper hand.
However, Liang Jiayao was not afraid at all!
If you can beat him, he will scratch people's faces and watch how he seduces people. If you can't beat him, he can use the strategy of self-torture to make Chu Song feel sorry for him.
No loss whatsoever.
Liang Jiayao stared at Fang Qingrong's face, feeling jealous and uncomfortable. Just as he was thinking about how to scratch her face so that Chu Song would be unable to stand the ugly monster and leave, the door suddenly opened and Weng Fengwei walked out.
She called out, "Qingrong?"
Fang Qingrong responded calmly, her tone lacking any emotion, "Grandma."
Seeing that Fang Qingrong had not returned so late, Weng Fengwei felt a little worried, so he prepared to go out to look for her, but he did not expect that as soon as he opened the door, he saw two people standing on the hillside.
If you say they are friends, it doesn’t seem like it. If you say they are not friends, they are so close to each other and I don’t know what they are doing.
Weng Fengwei frowned and looked carefully. Wasn’t that the man who was standing stealthily at the door in the afternoon?
"Grandma Weng." Liang Jiayao's hands were quicker than his brain, and he was able to bend and stretch. He quickly put his hand on Fang Qingrong, looking like a good brother.
"I'm Fang Qingrong's friend from the city. I was passing by this time and decided to come see him. Let's just say a few words. I didn't want to disturb you, so I didn't come in."
It wasn't a particularly clever rhetoric, full of loopholes. At least Weng Fengwei didn't believe it. He had clearly said in the afternoon that he was here to make clothes. She turned to look at her grandson. Fang Qingrong nodded slightly, then shook her head at her.
Weng Fengwei didn't say anything else, nodded, and turned back to the house. She believed her grandson, and if he said it was okay, then it was okay.
As soon as Weng Fengwei left, Liang Jiayao immediately shook off his hand, wiped it hard as if he had touched something dirty, and then pushed the person away with a petty mind.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to cover it up for you. Xianxian told me that although she doesn't like you very much, she likes Grandma Weng very much. I do all this for her."
You can make a fuss, but you can't do it in front of Chu Song.
Liang Jiayao figured it out. If she got into trouble, he thought sadly, she might just walk away and not want anyone else, throwing everything away.
So heartless!
Fang Qingrong didn't even look at him, and just said, "Get lost."
A malicious smile appeared on Liang Jiayao's pretty face.
He didn't get angry this time. He had just thought it through and decided not to get angry. Liang Jiayao would never admit that he was outspoken. Fang Qingrong might not talk much, but she could hurt him a lot. What was the point of getting angry?
Liang Jiayao has plenty of tricks up his sleeve, the best of which is to kill with one blow! To be kind to your love rival is to be cruel to yourself.
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The sun is getting hotter. It's only March, but when I go to work in the fields, the sun is already scorching hot above my head. At noon, I can make myself sweat.
Chu Song stayed at home quietly and had a leisurely time. He slept until he woke up naturally every day, and then woke up Chu Jinyu. The little girl was well-behaved and didn't make much noise. After feeding her, he put her in the yard, closed the door, and let her play as she pleased.
Looking back on the days when I first came here, I got up earlier than a chicken, worked harder than a cow, but ate less than a dog.
Chu Song felt happy. As expected, a good life requires hard work.
"Xianxian!" It was the voice of Wang Hongyan, the little sister next door.
Chu Song opened the door and poked his head out. He noticed something different at first glance, "Did you change your hairstyle?"
Wang Hongyan touched his hair and sighed, "Yeah, I cut it off when I saw someone buying hair. It's ugly, but the price is not cheap. It's only ugly for one summer, and it will grow back in the fall."
Chu Song touched his hair and asked, "Is there anyone else who wants to buy hair?"
"Yes, every year there are people in the village who come to buy girls' long hair. The more beautiful the hair, the higher the price. But no one is willing to cut it. I don't mind. It's hot out, and short hair is refreshing."
Wang Hongyan saw Chu Song was lost in thought and asked, "What's the matter? You want a haircut too?"
Most of the people in the village who are willing to cut their hair are those who are short of money. If they are not short of money, no one would be willing to cut their hair. Nowadays, a thick black braid is popular, which looks energetic, and short hair is not popular.
Chu Song nodded, "I want to cut it, but I'm too lazy to wash my hair."
Wang Hongyan didn't expect this to be the reason. She chuckled and said, "What's so tiring about washing your hair? Besides, isn't it Aunt Ye who washes your hair every time?"
"That's tiring too. You don't know how heavy my mother's hands are! She almost pulled my scalp off."
Wang Hongyan found it even funnier. It couldn't be that exaggerated.
"Your hair is so beautiful, why do you want to cut it? And you can braid it in different ways. You don't know that many girls from other villages like to imitate you and braid their hair!"
Did Chu Song know? Of course she knew. Chu Song loved this kind of thing that could make him stand out. He couldn't keep a low profile at all!
"Who am I? Chu Song, let alone short hair, I can even handle a bald head."
Wang Hongyan didn't expect her to be serious, and looked embarrassed. "I believe you, but Aunt Ye... If you really cut your hair, don't tell her that I told you! Besides, I think Aunt Ye definitely doesn't want you to cut it."
"Don't worry, I know what's going on."
Wang Hongyan was relieved, thinking Chu Song had given up. She slapped her forehead and said, "Look at me, I almost forgot about the important matter while chatting. I came to ask if you want to go catch loaches tomorrow afternoon. Loaches are fat these days, and it's best to catch them in the evening."
"Go, of course!"
"Then it's a deal. We'll be together tomorrow afternoon."
"Uh-huh!"
After Wang Hongyan left, Chu Song touched her waist-length hair. There was no barber in the village, and she hadn't thought of cutting her hair the last few times she went to the city, otherwise she would have cut it long ago.
"Little Goldfish, do you think Auntie wants to get her hair cut?"
Chu Jinyu only knows these few words now, "Gugu."
"Okay, then I'll do as you say. If my mother wants to blame someone, it's you."
Chu Song picked up Chu Jinyu with a smile and went out. She found out that the hair collector was at the village entrance, so she went straight there. It was quite lively. There were several people coming to get their hair cut. One of them had red eyes after getting his hair cut, probably because he was reluctant to leave.
"Auntie, I want to cut my hair too."
The hairdresser glanced at her and saw her long black hair. She was very moved and said enthusiastically: "Okay, sit down and I will cut it for you. Your hair is good, so I will charge a little more."
"Wait a minute, I have a request."
The old lady was amused. "What's your request?"
"You can't cut it ugly for me." Chu Song gestured to her seriously, "You cut here, leaving some hair in the front, and here, leaving enough hair at the back for half a bun. Not too long, not too short, about like this. Then cut along the sides, about like this."
Finally, she expressed doubt, "Can you do it? If not, I'd better find someone else."
"I've been cutting people's hair for so many years, and it's never failed!"
Chu Song: "Although I am naturally beautiful and look good even without hair, if you cut my hair and destroy it, with one scissors, and cut it into a dog-chewed mess, I will definitely hug you and cry, and won't let you go."
The old lady wasn't angry. She smiled and pulled her to sit down. She also handed her a mirror and said, "If you're really worried, you can just watch me cut it. Is that okay? I'll do everything you say."
"That's more like it."
"I can give you the hairstyle you mentioned for free, but the price of your hair will definitely be low. If you want to sell it at a high price, you have to cut it all at once."
"Money is not a problem, I just want the most fashionable hairstyle."
"Okay, you tell me to cut it."
Chu Song didn't bother to be polite with her and took the mirror. The old lady was really happy. It was the first time she had seen such a shrewd girl with so many requests.
After cutting for nearly twenty minutes, it's no exaggeration to say that the old lady's back was sweating. Only after the cut was completed did she breathe a sigh of relief and said, "Look, it looks good, doesn't it?"
"good."
"Just okay?"
Chu Song gestured a number, "Eight points depends on your skills."
"What about the remaining two points?"
"The remaining 92 points are due to my natural beauty."
It turns out that the full score is 100. The old lady was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. This was the first time she had cut her hair like this, and the first time she had seen it. How should I put it... Most people probably wouldn't get this kind of effect.
Chu Song used a rubber band to tie a small bun at the back of her head, and let the loose hair in front hang down, which was very layered and fluffy. A few strands escaped from behind her ears, revealing her dark eyes.
In short, she is less ladylike and more energetic, full of youthfulness.
The more Chu Song looked at it, the more satisfied he became. He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, which made the old lady blush a little. She was a cute big girl before the haircut, and after the haircut, she was still cute, well... in the words of young people, she was cool.
Very cool! Very stylish!
"Ten points!" The older woman looked more and more confidently. "Ten points are my contribution, and the remaining ninety points are yours."
Chu Song was very satisfied with her skills and naturally spoke sweetly, "Auntie, I was just kidding. You are the best hairdresser I have ever seen. This is exactly what I imagined!"
"real?"
"More real than pearls."
The old lady was coaxed into a good mood and waved her hands. She was just a hairdresser who cut a lot of hair and could not be called a "hairdresser".
In the end, Chu Song's cut long hair was still bought at the original price, which was a little more expensive than others, a total of three yuan and seventy cents.
Chu Song was very satisfied as he got a satisfactory haircut and earned some money.
Go home in the evening.
Ye Xiuzhi put down her backpack. She had been in a hurry when she left the house that morning and hadn't brought her water bottle. She had been thirsty all day, so she fanned herself with her hands while walking towards the water tank, ready to drink some cold water to quench her thirst.
Halfway through the walk, she realized something was wrong, so she stepped back and froze. She almost thought the short-haired guy sitting at the door was another friend of Chu Song.
Looking again, it was her annoying daughter!
Ye Xiuzhi was shocked, angry, and heartbroken, "Chu Xianxian! Where's your hair?!"
Chu Song heard the sound and subconsciously smiled widely, brighter than a flower. "Mom, do you think my new hairstyle looks good?"
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