Chapter 9 Helping with hair combing, Yiyi comes to visit

After cleaning the kitchen, Liu Mingan dried his hands, and came out of the curtains to see Jiang Ning sitting by the bed, with her soft black hair loose, her back to him, combing her hair with her fingers.

Hearing the noise, Jiang Ning turned around and looked at him and asked, "Do you have a pair of scissors?"

Liu Mingan took out the scissors his mother used to make clothes from the cupboard and handed them to her. He couldn't think of what she wanted the scissors for. But after Jiang Ning took it, she picked up a handful of hair from the side of her face and made a gesture to cut it off.

Liu Mingan was startled, and his hands reacted faster than his brain, and he grabbed Jiang Ning's hand holding the scissors: "Jiang Ning!"

Jiang Ning stopped moving and looked at him expressionlessly: "What are you doing?" As

soon as the voice fell, he exerted force on his wrist and easily broke away from Liu Mingan's hand.

"Why would you cut your hair for no reason?" Liu Ming'an asked, puzzled.

"It's too long, it's a nuisance."

"Just braid it, how can it be a nuisance?"

"I don't know how to do it."

Jiang Ning said casually. The braiding Liu Ming'an was talking about should be like that third aunt's wife, using cloth strips and wooden hairpins to roll up the hair, which really allows for free movement and won't be a nuisance.

But Jiang Ning is a modern person, with waist-length hair. She doesn't have the skills to comb her hair, and she doesn't have hair bands, hairpins, etc., so long hair will only be a nuisance.

Seeing that Jiang Ning was about to raise the scissors again, Liu Ming'an hurriedly said, "I know how to do it."

Jiang Ning held the scissors and looked at him quietly.

"Jiang Ning, your hair is from your parents, it's not appropriate to cut it off casually. What's more, your hair is black, shiny and smooth, many women would beg for it, it's a pity to cut off such a beautiful head of black hair..."

Nagging! Jiang Ning looked at the scholar who was trying to convince her and interrupted his long speech: "You just said you can do it?"

Liu Mingan nodded and said a little awkwardly: "If you don't mind, I can help you."

Jiang Ning didn't care about long hair or short hair, but Liu Mingan looked so nervous, which showed that in this era, short hair for women should be shocking. Less trouble is better than more trouble. Since Liu Mingan is willing to help, why not do it?

Putting the scissors aside, Jiang Ning turned her back to him and said, "Thank you."

Liu Ming'an breathed a sigh of relief, took out a wooden comb and a hairband from the box, stood behind Jiang Ning, and prepared to comb her hair.

However, when Liu Ming'an reached out to lift her hair, Jiang Ning instinctively tensed up, like a fully drawn bow, ready to go.

People who live on the tip of a knife will never expose their backs to others.

Liu Ming'an obviously noticed her instant change. At that moment, Jiang Ning gave him the feeling of a sharp sword being unsheathed, with a cold and chilling light that made his heart tremble.

"What's wrong?" Liu Ming'an couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Ning let out a breath calmly, slowly relaxed, and replied, "It's okay."

Liu Ming'an guessed that she might not be used to being too close to others, so he took a half step back, then picked up the comb and combed her hair from the top to the end. After combing it, he picked up the hairband, and the hands holding the pen and writing moved through Jiang Ning's hair very deftly.

Jiang Ning thought that it would be a hassle to make a bun, and was ready to let Liu Ming'an play with it for half an hour. Who knew that after only two or three minutes, Liu Ming'an's voice came from above her head: "It's done."

So fast?

Jiang Ning thought to herself, and couldn't help but reach out to touch her head.

At this time, Liu Ming'an took out the mirror from the box again, held it in both hands and put it in front of her eyes so that she could see clearly.

Jiang Ning looked at herself in the mirror. This was the second time she looked in the mirror after her rebirth. This face is exactly the same as before she died. The burns were healed by the medicinal spring, and now it looks white and clean without a single scar. But overall it looks younger, about 16 or 17 years old.

Liu Mingan gathered the hair on the sides of her face and tied it behind her head with a hairband, combing it into a small bun. The rest of her hair was loose and hung down to her waist, which did not block her vision and affect her movements, but also revealed a classical and graceful beauty.

Jiang Ning was very satisfied with this. She looked away from the mirror, looked into Liu Mingan's eyes, and said seriously, "It looks good, thank you."

Liu Mingan put away the scissors, comb and mirror, and smiled faintly, "It's a small matter. I used to help my mother comb her hair. I will help you in the future. You don't have to think about cutting your hair anymore."

Jiang Ning said "hmm", and suddenly felt something. She turned her head and looked out the window. A young girl was walking towards this side with a basket. Judging from her movement trajectory, she should be looking for Liu Mingan.

The girl happened to look at Jiang Ning at this time. Jiang Ning reacted quickly, stood up and moved to the other side in an instant, avoiding her gaze.

"Jiang Ning?" Liu Mingan looked at the person who was sitting there, puzzled.

Jiang Ning signaled him to look out the window with her eyes. Liu Mingan looked at He Yiyi standing outside the yard and understood.

"Is this to see you? Don't let her see me." Jiang Ning said in a low voice.

Liu Ming'an nodded, opened the door and went out, letting Jiang Ning stay in the house.

"Brother Ming'an!" The girl's crisp voice rang out, and one could easily hear her joy.

"Yiyi, are you looking for me? What's the matter?" Liu Ming'an's gentle voice followed.

Jiang Ning stood sideways by the window, observing the situation outside without exposing herself.

"My mother asked me to come to you to write a letter, telling my eldest brother to come back on the 15th of this month, and to buy some wine, meat, candy and snacks when he comes back."

"Are there going to be guests at home?" Liu Ming'an asked casually.

Jiang Ning saw the girl named "Yiyi" smiling with her eyes curved, and replied: "A matchmaker has found a marriage for my brother. She is from Taohua Village next door. On the 16th, their family will come to see the house."

"Is that so? Congratulations!"

As they talked, the two walked to the door, just a few steps away from Jiang Ning.

Liu Ming'an stopped and looked at He Yiyi and said: "Yiyi, I won't invite you in. Wait outside. I will write it and bring it out to you."

He Yiyi was slightly startled, and the smile on her face faded a lot. She asked Liu Ming'an: "Is it because of that poor girl?"

Liu Ming'an said "um" and didn't say much. He just said "it will be done soon" and pushed the door open and went in. After entering the house, he closed the door again to prevent He Yiyi from seeing the situation inside the house.

Inside the house, Jiang Ning leaned against the wall and looked at him quietly. Liu Mingan smiled at her, walked to the other side to get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and spread them on the table, then took a small bottle into the kitchen to get a bottle of water and began to prepare to write a letter.

Jiang Ning watched Liu Ming'an's movements, thought for a moment, walked over to sit beside him, took the bottle from his hand, poured some water into the inkstone, and then picked up the ink stick and slowly ground the ink. Liu

Ming'an stared at Jiang Ning in a daze. Her movements were neither hurried nor slow, and her posture was calm and skillful. It was obvious that she was not a novice.

How many women from ordinary families know how to grind ink? Jiang Ning's speech and behavior did not sound like someone who had never been educated. What was her identity? And her injuries? Can someone's wounds really heal so quickly?

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Liu Ming'an watched the ink stick oozing thick black ink under Jiang Ning's hands, and was a little dazed for a moment.

Jiang Ning noticed his gaze, raised his eyes and looked back at him indifferently, wondering what he was hesitating about. After a while, Liu Ming'an was still staring at the ink in a daze, so Jiang Ning had to tap the table with his fingers.

"Ding! Ding!"

The voice brought Liu Ming'an back to his senses. Jiang Ning's clear and bright eyes looked at him without any sadness or joy. Her red lips moved slightly, and she reminded him softly: "People are still waiting outside."

Liu Ming'an smiled embarrassedly, sat on the stool, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the letter paper.