Chapter 978: Haircut (1/2)
”No,” Changsheng Ma is not that kind of person. ”I like small words. Although her face is ruined and her legs are lame, but she is diligent, sensible, and a good boy. I certainly don't miss her, but , She doesn’t seem to mean that to Changsheng.”
They lived together every day, and she was also the one who came over. How could it not be seen, the small words made her an elder, but they regarded the longevity as a relative, not a man. .
”This matter is in no hurry,” Komatsu's mother had married a wife, and she knew a few things. ”This wife must marry a virtuous person. Looking at those families, it's just a bad marriage. What did it look like, it took so much money to marry one, and finally it was good, and went out to work outside, and eventually ran away with others, and now the son is still a bachelor, marry again, everyone is considered married, But don’t marry. This is not a bachelor. She feels that Xiaoyan’s child is good. If she wants to be so beautiful, she will do what she wants.”
However, she thinks about longevity again. The child who is born is also one of the best young men in their village. The person grows up in spirit, tall and diligent. Such a young man does not worry about having a wife to marry. Match him, it seems a little unsuitable.
”That's right,” Komatsu's mother wanted to get to the point. Didn't I know where I went to talk about the business?
”I have something to tell you,” Mamatsu got past this, and said in a whisper.
”Do you want Xiaoyan to get a haircut in our village?”
”Haircut?” Changsheng Ma arrived or did not reach this level.
”It's not just a place to get a haircut,” Xiaosong's mother touched her short hair, but she was quite satisfied with her hair, but Yan Huan had cut her hair. No one was dissatisfied.
”Yes, it was the haircut,” Mamatsu said again
”Look at our village, there are few people, not many people. These are dozens of households. Counting the population, there are hundreds of people. There is a shortage of everything in this village. The most missing is not a craftsman, In the village, only Auntie San had a haircut. Although she didn’t need money, she had to go to her every time, but she didn’t mention anything?”
”Yes,” Changsheng Ma also knows that when she went, she brought rice noodles to people. Those rice noodles were not too few. The village was not big. Everything was lacking, but the most lacking was really like It’s what Komatsu said, but it’s just that a craftsman is missing.
”Look...” Mam Komatsu analyzed it again with Changsheng Ma, ”I just opened a haircut, but I couldn't get anything, just a set of tools. Go get it from Aunt San, anyway, what she is doing now She can’t cut her body anymore. She hasn’t used scissors in two years. She doesn’t want to do this anymore.”
”Wait until your barber shop opens, let's go to you and cut your hair. If you have money, give some money. If you don't, just give something. Just like Aunt San, you can also add some input to the family. Every day I go to collect firewood, and I also have an aspiring child. I don’t want to eat and drink in your home. My heart is not broken. What if I have to do something?”
”Yeah,” the long-lived mother sighed again, ”She has the heart, this I know, otherwise, it is impossible that this is the earliest day up, and everything at home is busy, so that I am an old woman There is nothing to do in a day.”
”I'll talk to her about what I said. If she wants, then it's good. You don't have to go in the snow to pick up firewood in the future. It's a girl's house, it's all frozen into something. That hand turned into a turnip. I looked at it and felt uncomfortable. This child with no mom and no dad is pitiful.”