Cousin fierce

Taking Fan Tongtong out is like taking a five-year-old child to go shopping. You must always pay attention to whether she leaves your side to see interesting things, and occasionally you will not find this person when you look back.

Shu Jie put away the parasol, put it in the shopping bag, looked up to find her in the crowd.

That golden head has its unique use at this time, even in a sea of ​​people, it can be spotted at a glance.

The golden light is shining, and it is a typical landmark from a distance.

Shu Jie walked towards the head quickly, while Fan Tongtong was teasing a foreign child, only one or two years old, who was hugged by her Chinese nanny. The child had blond hair and blue eyes, profound features, and slightly curly long hair, like a doll.

Fan Tongtong seemed to have never seen such a cute child, and said to her there: "Hello, welcome to China."

The child ignored her at all.

Fan Tongtong showed a wounded expression, but he was defeated and fought repeatedly, and with a harmless smile on his face, he moved in front of the child, exaggerated his expression, and said, "Hello."

Fool.Shu Jie walked behind Fan Tongtong, but Fan Tongtong didn't notice, she just showed off her English to the kid.

The nanny grabbed the child's hand and said in Hangzhou dialect, "Come on, say hello to Auntie."

The authentic Hangzhou dialect came out of the doll's mouth: "Hello, Auntie."

Fan Tongtong instantly became a wooden pillar.

After the children were gone, Fan Tongtong remembered that he must have come out with someone, but he looked around and saw no familiar person, panicked, turned around and saw Shu Jie standing behind her.

"Why this expression? Isn't that kid cute?"

Fan Tongtong nodded and said, "It was just a shock."

"Hmph." Shu Jie couldn't hold back her smile, and the corners of her mouth naturally lifted.

Shu Jie took Fan Tongtong to a nearby supermarket and bought a lot of things according to the plan on the shopping list. Fan Tongtong just arrived in Hangzhou and didn't bring all the things he brought, so he walked around with her for a while.

Fan Tongtong just came here and didn't know anything. He said that he didn't need to buy it, but at the same time he said that he also needed it. Fortunately, Shu Jie was more patient than others. Maybe it was because he had been facing complicated and cumbersome procedures for a long time, and his thinking became routine.I can't wait to write a program in Fan Tongtong's head to sum up her thinking process, and when I get here, I find that Fan Tongtong doesn't know what I want to buy.

Fan Tongtong glanced at Shu Jie's face, seeing that her expression was beginning to get impatient, so he hastily took a pack of sanitary napkins, stuffed them into the shopping basket, and secretly buried the pack under the things he bought earlier .

Shu Jie wished she could slap this person to death.

From Drop Box

The gay parade last December...

Chapter 7

7.

On the way back, I turned around and turned to a barber shop.

The decoration of the store is very modern, but when you enter the door, you will see a huge poster on the wall with pictures of several beautiful men. At first glance, you may think you have entered a duck shop.

Fan Tongtong always got his hair cut in a small shop like his hometown. The people who did the surgery were people he knew. Basically, it was a room facing the street. They are all washed and faded hair yellow.There are only two or three types of hair in the barber shop, short hair, student hair, or all shaved.

But it's cheap, three yuan a time, plus [-] cents for you to wash with Head & Shoulders.

Seeing such a posture for the first time, Fan Tongtong couldn't get used to it, Shu Jie's foot stepped into the glass door, and Fan Tongtong started to back away.

"Come in." Shu Jie told Fan Tongtong, Fan Tongtong shook his head and said, "I'm here to cut my hair."

"Here's the haircut."

"It's like a duck shop here." Of course, the word was muttered in his mouth, Fan Tongtong suppressed his voice so that the people next to him could not hear, otherwise the standing barbers would have to hold scissors and shave their heads The knife he used rushed out and repaired Fan Tongtong.

Shu Jie heard it, smiled lightly, and said, "Where do you think you should get your hair cut? Good hair is ruined like straw. You still have the guts to go out and meet people."

"What's so shameful, the master also said that this is very popular in Shanghai." Fan Tongtong looked in the mirror, stroked his hair a few times, what he said made Shu Jie and the people around him laugh out loud.

"That was popular hundreds of years ago." Shu Jie pushed Fan Tongtong on the chair, a little white-faced barber dressed in a black shirt came over, but Shu Jie blocked him and called his name, saying that a friend needed his help.

The man nodded and walked back.

Fan Tongtong sat on the chair, blinking his eyes, not knowing which play it was.

"Will it be expensive?" Fan Tongtong whispered in Shu Jie's ear.

Shu Jie patted her on the head and said, "It's not expensive, around two hundred."

Fan Tongtong's eyes widened, and he said, "It's not expensive, and a murderer doesn't ask for such a price. Don't do it, I'll just go back and cut it with the scissors. My hair isn't even worth 200 yuan."

Fan Tongtong was about to get up, but was pushed down by a big hand. Judging from the appearance of that hand, it was a man's. Looking up his wrist, he saw an ordinary man's face.

Holding scissors in his hands, he looks like a barber, but he is not as good-looking as those on the poster.