Hairstyle Mini-Theater
Time: A weekend morning
Location: Yu Yan and Fan Jinci's home
Scene:
Yu Yan had just finished showering and came out of the bathroom with his hair still wet when he saw Fan Jinci sitting on the living room sofa reading a book. The morning light shone through the window onto his meticulously styled short hair.
Yu Yan (leaning closer, grinning mischievously): "Brother Fan, your hairstyle has remained unchanged for ten years, just like your expression—completely unchanging. How about trying a different look?" As he spoke, he reached out to ruffle Fan Jinci's hair.
Fan Jinci (without raising his head, not even shaking the pages of the book in his hand, his voice icy): "If you don't want your hand anymore, just say so, and I'll dissect it for you."
Yu Yan's hand froze in mid-air, and he reluctantly withdrew it, but his mouth still taunted, "Tsk, I'm doing this for your own good. Look at Wen Lin, he's always messing with his hair, he looks like a golden lion king. And Jiang Zhaoyan, his hairstyle is probably more complicated than his investment portfolio."
Fan Jinci (finally raising his eyes, his gray-blue pupils sweeping over Yu Yan's still dripping messy hair): "Your hairstyle is quite in line with the structure of your brain."
Yu Yan (it took him two seconds to realize that he was being called simple-minded, but instead of getting angry, he laughed and plopped down on the sofa, leaning his wet head on Fan Jinci's shoulder): "That's perfect, simple with complex, a match made in heaven!"
Fan Jinci (his body tensed instantly, looking at the water stains spreading rapidly on his shoulder and the fluffy, messy head in front of him, he took a deep breath): "...Get up."
Yu Yan (rubbed against him, taking advantage of the situation): "No, unless you agree to let me comb your hair? Just once!"
Fan Jinci (after a moment of silence, just as Yu Yan thought he was about to use a scalpel, he heard a very soft voice): "...Whatever you want."
Yu Yan jumped up instantly, his eyes shining as if he had received some great blessing, and rushed into the room to rummage through drawers and cabinets looking for a comb.
Five minutes later.
Yu Yan held a comb, staring at Fan Jinci's short hair, which seemed simple but exuded an aura of "keep away," and didn't know where to begin. He tried combing it once, and the hair immediately returned to its original state.
Yu Yan (frowning): "What's wrong with your hair? How much hairspray did you use?"
Fan Jinci (calmly): "The natural state."
Yu Yan (unwilling to give up, suddenly had a brilliant idea): "How about... I braid your hair into a little pigtail?" Imagining the aloof forensic doctor with a little pigtail on his head, Yu Yan almost burst out laughing.
Fan Jinci (slowly closes the book, picks up the fruit knife beside him, and begins to slowly peel an apple): "You can try it."
The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
Yu Yan (swallowed hard, decisively put down the comb, put his hands on Fan Jinci's shoulders, and said with a serious expression): "I think you look best like this! Perfect! It suits your temperament perfectly!"
Fan Jinci (after peeling the apple, cut off a small piece and stuffed it into Yu Yan's still-chattering mouth): "Shut up."
ending:
Yu Yan, with his hair haphazardly ruffled with a towel and resembling a bird's nest, happily chewed on an apple. Looking at his family's forensic doctor's neat and tidy hairstyle, he thought it would be wonderful to live like this for the rest of his life.
When Yu Yan couldn't see, Fan Jinci raised his hand and gently tidied his temples, which had been ruffled by the brush, his fingertips lingering on them for a second longer.
(End of mini-theater)
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