In the apocalypse of natural disasters, she has a universal APP

Pushing open the glass door, the black short-sleeved male clerk behind the counter greeted: "Welcome, do you want a haircut or something else?"

Wei Jiao nodded, took two steps closer and said, "Hello, I want to shave my head."

The other party was stunned: "Huh?"

Wei Jiao patiently added: "I want to shave off my hair."

When the young man heard this, his eyes widened and he asked like a repeater: "Shave your head off!?"

Wei Jiao frowned: "Can you shave? I think this is a barber shop."

"No, you can shave it, you can shave it," the person on the other side hurriedly walked around to meet her and walked in, "That's right, you said you want...?"

Wei Jiao stopped and looked at him strangely, a little impatiently: "Can I shave it? Don't waste people's time!"

"Yes, come in!" A female voice suddenly came from the store. Wei Jiao subconsciously turned her head, and a short woman with short hair walked out of it. She had a round face, a fair face, round eyes and a round nose.

The woman smiled at her and said, "I'll cut it for you. Just sit down."

Wei Jiao followed the direction of her finger and sat in front of the mirror. The barber motioned for her to take off her glasses, then neatly put a towel on her neck, put paper around her neck, and then put a huge scarf on her neck, and checked the position of her neck. After tightening it, he took off the rubber band that tied the ponytail on the back of her head, carefully opened the opening of the scarf and handed it to her hand.

Then she gently put her fingers on the top of her head and asked with a smile: "What kind of shave do you want?"

Wei Jiao's myopia was a bit high, and she couldn't see faces clearly in the mirror. She subconsciously squinted her eyes, and her ears couldn't function even after taking off her glasses. When she heard the question, she unconsciously understood it, and then answered slowly. : "Just shave it short, just a normal buzz cut."

At this time, she heard the barber's reply of "Okay" overlapped with another male voice, which seemed to be the one who brought her in just now. She saw a black figure walking over in the mirror, and his voice was full of surprise: "Really shaved?"

Wei Jiao was already getting annoyed. She heard the barber say calmly behind her head. As if the black figure had no eyesight, he came over again and said in a few twists and turns: "Why should a good girl shave her head? "

Tsk, annoying. Wei Jiao thought that if she wasn't already in full armor, she would have turned around and left.

The barber's voice came from the back of my head again: "This is a barber shop. I'm here to shave my head, not behead it."

Wei Jiao couldn't help laughing. This was really unexpected, and her tone was very calm, as if she was saying something ordinary like drinking water when thirsty and eating when hungry.

The music playing in the shop sang quietly for a while. Wei Jiao saw the barber bring a bottle over and put a hand in front of her forehead. She heard a few "chichi" sounds and sprayed something on her hair. , you can feel a cool, fine mist falling on your ears.

Then combing her hair, Wei Jiao relaxed her facial muscles, stopped squinting her eyes, and her vision became hazier.

The sound of combing hair was interrupted by human voices again. It was still the same person, but the voice was much softer, and it sounded a little aggrieved: "No, I just want to ask, why?"

Wei Jiao clicked her tongue lightly and had no intention of replying. The music sang alone for a few more seconds, and the barber's calm voice came again: "Hair grows on other people's heads, and it doesn't do other people's business."

Wei Jiao smiled again. She said this in a comfortable manner and was not led by others at all. She accused the other party in a very decent manner.

The barber spoke again calmly, but this time he said to her: "I won't cut it too short first. We can adjust the specific length according to the situation, how about?"

She responded, and felt her hair being pulled back behind her head, and then there was a pleasant "click" sound, which was the sound of scissors cutting her hair. She saw the barber lift a handful of black hair in his hand, and looked in the mirror. He showed it to her and asked, "Do you want to take this hair away?"

Wei Jiao said no, and as soon as the barber loosened his grip, her hair fell and fell to the floor.

The black figure next to him moved, but he made no sound.

The barber brought a razor over, plugged it in, turned it on, made a buzzing sound, and then pushed it smoothly along the temples from back to front.

Her hair fell down, and Wei Jiao didn't know if it was an illusion, her head seemed lighter.

The sound of the clippers came closer and further away. The barber's hands were very steady and his movements were very neat. He shaved from the right side to the left side almost quickly.

The buzzing sound was turned off, and Wei Jiao could feel that the hair on her head had not yet been shaved. She saw the barber pull out another pair of scissors and comb and begin to cut the hair in front of her.

The black figure in the mirror moved again, and said "Hey" to himself for some unknown reason. Wei Jiao frowned, took in a heavy breath and exhaled, her shoulders rising and falling.

The "click-click" sound of haircuts was still heard, and the barber hummed and spoke again: "New here, I'm sorry to give you such a bad haircut experience."

Wei Jiao also hummed, raised her eyes and glanced at the black figure in the mirror - in fact, she couldn't see the facial expression clearly at all, but the figure shrank away from the mirror.

She thought for a moment and said curiously: "I thought you people in this business wouldn't care. Anyway, you can make money no matter what you do."

Her tone was also very calm, and it didn't sound like she was asking a question, but she was indeed a little curious. Since she eats this rice and makes a living, isn't it possible to get paid for any job? How can she be a barber? Are you concerned about women getting a crew cut?

The barber chuckled softly, his hands were steady while he was cutting, and his tone was also calm: "It's all the same, only newcomers will say it in front of you, while those with some experience will gather in a group and say it behind your back, If it’s older, I really don’t mention it specifically, but when I think of it when I’m chatting with others, I treat it as a new thing to enrich the conversation.”

When she said the last part, she sounded a little smiley, paused for a few seconds, and then said: "I don't know what's so interesting about it. As soon as a woman's hair is short, it grows up like a ruler. The shorter she pinches it, the more she keeps saying it over and over again. The Spring Festival still has to be warm."

Wei Jiao was made to laugh, and until the end, there was only the sound of the scissors, the buzz of the clippers, and the background music of singing to herself. The black shadow had already hidden in the mirror, and she didn't know where it was. , even the faint voices that could be heard from inside were gone. Wei Jiao spent this hair cutting trip quite comfortably.

The hairdresser had confirmed the length with her. She originally had her hair quite long, and the comb that was thicker than her fingers was buried in her hair. If it had been a little longer, it would probably collapse.

Wei Jiao wanted to make it shorter, but then she thought about it, that’s okay. She could shave it herself when she got home and try it out. Anyway, she would have to take care of it by herself after the end of the world, so she just wore it like this on her head. Walking out of the lush lawn with brisk steps.