It rained for the first time after winter, and it was very cold.

Student Street, a fashion gallery, Bai Lu, Li Mabi and Zhuge Dafu were wearing aprons, holding paint buckets and brushes in their hands, and painting a wall in the corridor.

Will it be a bit weird to paint the wall into leopard print? But they are just working, and the fashion concept of washing, cutting, and blowing can be understood by ordinary people.

"Xiaobai, we just earned a scholarship yesterday. Can't we have a day off on weekends? Why do we have to work hard?"

"Don't you know how to eat the whole country?"

Zhuge Dafu moved his slightly sore arms and murmured: "I wonder what kind of work Xiong Daxiong Er and the others are doing in the city?"

Bai Lu shrugged and replied, "What I helped them get is the job of unloading goods in the city. This kind of physical work is the best for them. You can't waste their strength."

While the three of them were lazy and chatting, a middle-aged man with slightly gray hair entered the corridor and sat down in front of the control table without saying a word.

"Cut your head."

Li Mabi smiled and said, "Sorry, the boss is not here, we are just working, we can't cut our hair."

The middle-aged uncle said indifferently: "You can just cut it for me."

Zhuge Dafu explained: "Uncle, we are students from the affiliated high school. We really don't know how to cut our heads. We just come to help the owner of the corridor to have a pink wall."

"So that?"

"Well, you go to another house?"

The middle-aged uncle still did not get up and frowned and said, "There are only two shops nearby. I have been to another one just now. I have not opened the door, so I came here."

"You can go farther."

"It's raining now, it's so troublesome."

Li Mabi had a bitter face: "But the boss is not here and we can't cut it?"

"I'm going to attend the wedding today..." The middle-aged uncle pulled the head on his ear in front of the mirror and said stubbornly: "You can just cut it shorter for me, you can cut it if you haven't learned it."

"If you are not afraid of cutting it broken, I will help you cut it."

"noob?"

Bai Lu put down the paint bucket and brush, took off her gloves, looked at Zhuge Dafu, who looked worried, and said calmly: "Don't worry, I have some experience in this area."

"What experience do you have?"

The white deer had a tiger's face: "I shaved the dog."

“(⊙_⊙)”

The middle-aged uncle coughed and thought of getting up a little, but he didn't get up again. Bai Lu walked to the control table, picked up the comb, activated the electric plane, and said confidently: "Uncle, how about I shave a suit head for you?"

"good."

Bai Lu picked up the electric pad and pressed it against the middle-aged uncle's right temple. She shoveled it up in a grand manner. A large strand of hair fell down and immediately turned white...

“-_-!”

"Uncle, I think you are more suitable for flat heads. How about shaving a flat head?"

The middle-aged uncle twitched his lips twice and said helplessly: "Yes."

Bai Lu picked up the electric planer and shaved it. The big strands of head fell off. After a while, it was shaved. Looking at the miserable figure in the mirror, the middle-aged uncle was almost crying.

After peeking at each other for a while, Bai Lu pinched her chin and said with a tiger face: "Uncle, I think a man as powerful and domineering as you is more suitable for bald heads. I'll give you a bald head?"

“-_-!”

His current shape is like terraced fields in hilly areas, with high and low speeds and ravines everywhere. When his old wife saw it, she could laugh out loud. The middle-aged uncle cried and agreed to Bai Lu's proposal.

Bai Lu started the electric plane again, and soon the middle-aged uncle changed from me to me.

The cold wind blows, the drizzle is blurred, a bare head walks into the rain, bleak, lonely, sad, and a touch of inexplicable joy...

After seeing off the guests, Bai Lu put a ten-dollar bill in her hand into her pocket and said intoxicatedly: "I am such a genius. I have learned to learn without a teacher."

Li Mabi gave him a look of contempt and snorted: "Can you even be a bald head be called a reason?"

Zhuge Dafu shook his head and sighed: "I didn't grab your neck and ask for compensation. I'm already magnanimous. Are you embarrassed to ask for money from me?"

"Why don't you want money? I have paid my labor, isn't it natural to collect money?"

"I'm afraid of you."

Bai Lu looked at Li Mabi and said happily: "Mabi, you have a little long head. Do you want me to help you with it?"

"roll."

Bai Lu raised her face and taught: "Anyway, you have to cut it. Take advantage of the free tools now, don't waste opportunities. We are tight on our hands, save as much as possible, and don't waste money to cut your hair."

Li Mabi glanced at Bai Lu and said angrily: "Your head is longer than a woman, why don't you cut it?"

“Mine can’t be cut.”

"Why?"

Bai Lu had a tiger's face: "Xiaoye likes to pull my braids. If I cut my head off and she can't pull the braids on me, she may pull the braids on me below, and that's going to be troublesome."

“(⊙_⊙)”

The three of them were chasing and painting the walls. During the period, there were guests coming to the door to cut their heads and make them. Zhuge Dafu and Li Mabi tried their best to stop Bai Lu, who was eager to try, and dig a bald man into a middle-aged uncle. It was already considered a good temper if they didn't have a hot temper. It would be strange if you want to dig a bald woman into a bald man, and it would be strange if they didn't chase you with scissors.

At noon, after a simple meal, the three of them started to brush the ceiling.

Li Mabi sat on the elevated stand, dipped the paint, raised his head and raised his hand before he could brush it, but suddenly sneezes, his hand shook, and the butter paint on the brush splashed everywhere.

Zhuge Dafu, who was adjusting the paint below, was also splashed a few times and exclaimed: "Ma Bi, can you be careful?"

"Sorry, this paint is a bit choked."

After brushing a bucket of paint, Li Mabi's head was splashed with a lump of paint. The paint cannot be washed with water. If you want to wash it, you can only use the gasoline left by the boss to clean the floor.

"It's better to shave off the one that is stained with paint than just washing it."

Bai Lu’s proposal was simple and crude. Li Ma Bi thought about it for a while, and felt that he couldn’t stand the smell of gasoline. He accepted his fate and said, “I can only shave it.”

"I'll shave you."

"Go on the way!" Li Mabi refused directly and shouted: "Dafu, please help me shave."

"Ah?" Zhuge Dafu was slightly stunned and said strangely: "I haven't even shaved my dog ​​hair. Are you sure I'll let me shave it?"

Li Mabi said sure, "Xiaobai is not responsible for his actions, I'm not at ease."

"All right."

Zhuge Dafu took off his gloves, wiped his hands, and picked up the electric plane. When he heard the sound of the electric plane turning, Li Mabi's scalp numb and said carefully: "Dafu, be careful. Just shave off a small part of the paint and repair it a little."

"I know, I shaved?"

"good."

Zhuge Dafu pressed Li Mabi's head, digged neatly, and screamed in surprise: "Oh!"

Li Mabi's face turned green: "What's wrong? Don't scare me."

"Ma must?"

"what?"

"Are you consider cutting a bald head?"

“(⊙_⊙)”

Looking at the Mediterranean Sea that appeared on the back of Li Mabi's head, Bai Lu smiled so hard that her stomach hurt. She picked up a mirror and refracted it to Li Mabi. Li Mabi immediately burst into tears, and she had a heart that was about to die...
Chapter completed!