Perhaps the future is someone else's future for Sun Ziqing.

Sun Wukong arched his head on the bed and started to snore.

In sleep, Sun Wukong's soul is quiet, and this is true for everyone in this world.

Sun Wukong still vaguely remembers his habit before he was ten years old. At that time, he was to make his grandfather, Sun Dayong's scissors not so used to it.

Sun Wukong looked vulgar before he was ten years old, but Sun Wukong's personality was absolutely not bad.

Because from the time Sun Wukong was born to the age of ten, Sun Wukong had only cut his head three times.

Because the war was raging and bandits were raging, grandfather Sun Dayong made him shave his head bald because he considered Sun Wukong's safety. Because everyone was a monk at that time. However, Sun Wukong wanted to have long hair like other children.

Although my grandfather often threatened Sun Wukong to cut his hair, he would hang himself with Sun Wukong roaring, which prompted his grandfather to stop his coercion against Sun Wukong.

The first time Sun Wukong cut his head was two years old. At that time, the sores on his head were rotten, so he could not let his grandfather cut his head under the threat of superficial circumstances.

When Sun Wukong cured the rotten sores on his head, it was one morning one summer when Sun Wukong was three years old.

Sun Wukong climbed a tree to dig up a bird egg. When he was laying down the tree, his feet slipped on the trunk, and his body leaned down, turning from the action of descending the tree to the action of landing.

During the landing process, Sun Wukong's head was used as the apex and directly met the hard ground with the stars floating in front of him.

Therefore, Sun Wukong opened the puff. Since it was easy to deal with the wound and his head was so naked that he could successfully bandage his head, so Sun Wukong had a second haircut.

The third time I cut my hair was also the winter when Sun Wukong was three years old.

It was surprisingly cold that winter. The wooden house where Sun Wukong and his grandfather lived was too simple. Even if the heat in the wooden house was fired, the heat leaked out from the cracks that were difficult to fill in without wasting any heat.

At that time, Sun Wukong could only feel a little warmth unless he squatted beside the stove.

At that time, due to such a cold environment, Sun Wukong successfully completed the feat of not daring to wash his hair for more than two months. Two months later, Sun Wukong naturally had lice on his head.

Because this lice is really stubborn and difficult to remove, it is also called Sun Wukong and Sun Wukong have to cut his head for the third time.

From then on, Sun Wukong learned the failed experience of being cut in his head and wisely studied a set of superb secrets to prevent the hair cut. The secret was successfully studied by Sun Wukong at the age of four.

After Sun Wukong was four years old, he held a secret book. Until Sun Wukong was ten years old, he never cut his head again.

So whenever Sun Wukong recalls the age of three, he still keeps crying. Sun Wukong made that year his own eventful year, and his career was twice a year. At that time, it was a great disaster for Sun Wukong.

Speaking of Sun Wukong when he was eight years old, he had long hair, a slender figure, and a very handsome appearance. If he only looked at his back, Sun Wukong was really like a graceful and beautiful little girl at that time.

But Sun Wukong's grandfather, Sun Dayong, did not feel comfortable with the fact that Sun Wukong had long hair. As long as he looked up at Sun Wukong's beautiful hair, he thought in his mind about the scene of a pair of big scissors flying happily on Sun Wukong's beautiful hair.

But Lenovo can only think about it. Sun Wukong never succumbed to grandpa in terms of hair.

No matter how many coercion and inducement Sun Dayong was in vain, he could only turn a blind eye and close his eyes.

Although my grandfather has been looking forward to another rotten sore on Sun Wukong's head, climbing up and opening a scoop, and not washing his hair for two months to produce lice.

However, since Sun Wukong was three years old, Sun Wukong's head has been safe and sound. Apart from a little dandruff, all he had long hair left.

Of course, Sun Dayong's heart was tormented and confused.

But when Sun Wukong was eleven years old and met the fourteen-year-old Sun Ziqing, the idea of ​​growing long hair was immediately eliminated.

Sun Ziqing is called Sun Wukong’s sister.

Although he didn't know how to like a girl when he was a child, Sun Wukong didn't want the girl he liked and called him his sister.

So Sun Wukong made up his mind and asked Grandpa Sun Wukong to cut off his long hair that had been raised by Sun Wukong for many years.

Now Sun Wukong still remembers the feeling of cutting his hair that day. He saw a large chunk of hair falling onto the ground, and Sun Wukong's heart was rubbing back and forth with a rusty iron sword.

That feeling is that even death will make you feel happy.

But grandpa Sun Dayong was particularly happy.

Sun Wukong remembers that while grandfather was cutting Sun Wukong's hair, he repeatedly hummed a cheerful tone.

Before that, we could imagine how much Sun Wukong's grandfather hated Sun Wukong's long hair, but Sun Wukong didn't know that Grandpa had grown from hatred to hatred.

Sun Wukong was desperate inside!

Sun Wukong's grandfather Sun Dayong was only concerned about waving the scissors in his hand, but forgot to leave a good hairstyle for Sun Wukong, even if it was a flat-bottomed person.

Sun Wukong in front of the bronze mirror is a "monk" who does not recite Amitabha Buddha.

Of course, for men, it is normal to keep a bald head.

So Sun Wukong looked for a bald day and confessed to his fourteen-year-old Sun Ziqing.

But unexpectedly, the handsome Sun Wukong was exchanged for Sun Ziqing's words.

"My mother said that monks cannot like girls."

Sun Wukong cried for a long time to Sun Ziqing's answer.

As a result, Sun Wukong regarded his grandfather as air for seven days.

Fortunately, Hua Yin said seven days later that Sun Wukong had a very masculine look, otherwise Sun Wukong would have been planning to ignore his grandfather for seven days.

Because of this little incident, my grandfather had always had a good impression of grandson Qing and Huayin.

......

It was almost noon the next day, when Sun Wukong got up from the bed with difficulty.

After Sun Wukong finished watching the time lazily, he thought about yesterday and realized that he had missed a very valuable farewell.

Sun Wukong's performance was extremely depressed all day long. Sun Wukong could not raise any spirit at all. At that time, there was a very clear feeling, did Sun Wukong belong to this world?

Sun Wukong kept walking by the horse road while smoking a smoke snake that day, fantasizing about the tears of himself and Sun Anmin's separation.

Sun Wukong cried loudly, "Brother Min!"

Sun Anmin cried loudly, "Xiaojun!"

If you miss the time, it will be difficult to make up for it in the future.

Sun Wukong kicked the side track of the horse road hard. Since there was a wooden board at the bottom of Sun Wukong's long boots, the sound made between them was "Dangdang".

Sun Wukong kicked the side rail of the horse road not to vent his vent, but hoped that the voice could pass through the side rail of the horse road to Sun Anmin and Sun Sao who were sitting on the train, so that Sun Wukong would be happy outside and all happiness.

Sun Wukong hopes that Sun Anmin can hear it, and at the same time, he hopes that he is also stomping the carriage board, and then passing through the edge rail of the horse path to Sun Wukong, Sun Wukong, you grandson, wait for your brother Min to come back and beat you up.

Sun Wukong stopped kicking the side rail's foot, and his mind suddenly became congested and he wanted to raise his legs to kick, but Sun Ziqing's voice came from opposite Sun Wukong.
Chapter completed!