Seeing Gao Kun's appearance, Jiang Tong lowered his head and bit the inner side of his lip, slapped it in sign language a few times, looked up at him, and then tried hard to explain, "The haircut outside... is expensive."

"How expensive can it be." Gao Kun threw the mop to the ground, reached into his pocket, and after touching it for a long time, he couldn't find any money. He grabbed the back of his head and saw the scissors on the TV cabinet, "Yes, I'll cut it for you."

Jiang Tong thought he had heard it wrong, so he repeated his words in a questioning tone.

"That's right," Gao Kun walked up, drove him with his hands through the air, drove him to the sofa, "Sit down." He got into the bedroom again, took out an old bed sheet from somewhere, wrapped it around Jiang Tong, and tied a knot on his neck.

Jiang Tong grabbed the knot and tried to untie it, looked up at Gao Kun, and shook his head desperately.

The lymph on Gao Kun's neck was swollen and his throat hurt. He still endured the pain and smiled at Jiang Tong, "Obe. I used to be an apprentice in a barber shop outside. Don't worry, just after saying a few words, Gao Kun ran away again. After struggling for a long time, he shouted loudly in the room, "Tongtong, do you still have a mirror at home?"

Tongtong?

Jiang Tong looked like a frightened little rabbit, her shoulders shook slightly, and she lowered her head quickly.

He can't remember how long it took for this name to be called.

Gao Kun came out of the room and choked, "I'm asking you, are there any mirrors at home?"

"Ah?...well." Jiang Tong raised his head, lowered his head quickly, got up from the sofa around a fancy old bed sheet, walked to the bedroom wardrobe, squatted on the ground and searched for a while, and found an old mirror the size of a plate from the inside of the wardrobe drawer. He put a red plastic mirror holder on the outside, which changed color, but the mirror was wiped very clean.

Gao Kun took the mirror and placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa, adjusted the angle, and asked casually, "Why do you have such a girlish thing?"

Jiang Tong lowered his head halfway and made a sign language.

Gao Kun didn't learn sign language well, but he understood it this time. This is a very basic and simple word.

Mother.

It turned out to be the mirror left by his mother.

Gao Kun's eyes darkened a little, his throat was so sharp that he was so angry that he coughed twice, put on gloves and happily walked around the back of Jiang Tong, and used a comb to comb his soft hair a few times, "Everyone says that people with weak hair have a good temper, it seems that they are real."

Jiang Tong didn't say anything, just lowered his head slightly, but Gao Kun's glove-wearing hand held his chin up and said, "It's right."

The face was quite decent, but Gao Kun was just slapped and pretended to be fat. He forgot to wash his hair first and then cut it wet. But they didn't have a hair dryer, so they could only put it in. He clamped a lock of hair with his index finger and middle finger. Gao Kun looked at Jiang Tong in the mirror, looking pitiful as if he didn't even dare to open his eyes. He gritted his teeth and murmured in a low voice, "Isn't it just a haircut..."

Click and cut it.

Jiang Tong quietly opened his eyes and saw a small handful of cut hair swaying in front of his eyes. He reached out and grabbed it, and Gao Kun took it away again, as if he was deliberately teasing him. Jiang Tong was about to turn his head, but Gao Kun held his head, "Don't move around. Be careful that I'll cut you bald."

When it comes to this point, Jiang Tong can only be slaughtered. He simply looks in the mirror and hides timidly at the beginning, but slowly, he begins to participate in his haircut career.

"This, here... is long..."

"Know, know."

"This, this one, give..."

"Hey, don't move, ancestor."

Looking at Gao Kun's busyness in the mirror, cutting his hair for a while and then pulling away the broken hair for him, Jiang Tong couldn't help laughing, with a faint smile. This smile scared Gao Kun and his hands stopped.

Jiang Tong turned his head to look at him in confusion, and Gao Kun then realized, "What are you looking at, turn around."

He picked up the back of his neck with scissors and trimmed the ends of his hair neatly as much as he could.

"Pass!"

As soon as the director finished speaking, Xia Xiqing immediately raised one hand and called the stylist, "Teacher Aming! Sister Yue! Come and save me!"

The entire crew laughed, and Zhou Ziheng stood beside him with scissors, "I think I cut it well, and the length is just right."

Teacher Aming jogged over with a smile and specially sold Zhou Ziheng for face, "It's OK, it's much better than I thought." He took a set of his own equipment, spread it on the sofa, and quickly practiced Xia Xiqing.

This hair is actually not too short, similar to the hairstyle that Zhou Ziheng left before starting the machine. Kuncheng also specifically explained before, asking Zhou Ziheng to keep it a little and not cut it too short, which does not match the feeling that Jiang Tong gave people.

Seeing his hair return to spring in the hands of the stylist, Xia Xiqing's heart was hanging down, "Thank you, thank you."

"Why don't you thank me?" Zhou Ziheng pursed his mouth, "I watched a video of my hair cutting in the hotel all night last night."

"I thank you all the family."

After rebooting the camera, the camera was added. It was over. I had been filming for several days and nights in a row and I had not rested. The night scenes at night may be all night. Kuncheng specially left them an extra hour of meal time to rest well, and wait for the big night scene at night.

Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing and Yang Bo went out for dinner together. The three of them wore hats to cover up their looks, afraid of having paparazzi take pictures of spoilers. After dinner, they even came back from a community and passed by a basketball court.

Xia Xiqing felt very uncomfortable and stretched his hand to the back of his neck to touch it.

"Xi Qing's short hair looks very good. It's refreshing." Yang Bo thought that he was not satisfied with Zhou Ziheng's skills and deliberately smoothed out the situation for him. In fact, it was really good-looking. The long hair that had reached the neck before always felt too delicate and looked too much like a beautiful girl. Now that he has cut his hair short, the youth's aura has increased sharply.

"I just don't get used to it," Xia Xiqing put his hands in his pocket, "but he also saved the braids and it was cooler."

Zhou Ziheng walked beside him, a basketball bounced onto the ground in front of them, and then rolled to their feet.

Just as he was about to bend down to pick it up, Xia Xiqing grabbed it first, and he reached out and grabbed the ball in his hand.

Not far away, there were two children standing under the basket, looking like a high school student, and were wearing school uniforms. "Brother, let's throw the ball over for us."

Xia Xiqing pressed the brim of the hat and slapped the ball on the ground two or three times, dribbling the ball and walking a few steps towards the court.

“It’s done.”

With his heels exerted force, Xia Xiqing was as quick as a cheetah, and his body leaned back slightly and threw the ball far into the ball frame.

At that moment, Zhou Ziheng could almost see the tight muscle lines of his body, which were smooth and beautiful.

With both feet landing, the ball also fell steadily into the basket along the parabola.

"Yes, Xi Qing, hollow three-pointer." Yang Bot gave face, Xia Xiqing also turned around, took off the hat and pulled her hair and put it on again, revealing a row of beautiful and neat teeth, smiling like a child of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Zhou Ziheng had an illusion inexplicably, as if there was no difference between him and Xia Xiqing for those five years.

In a trance, he seemed to see Xia Xiqing's proud and dazzling youth.

"Why are you stupid?" Xia Xiqing bumped his shoulder, and Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and smiled, "I think you were very well-behaved when you were filming just now."

In fact, his mind was full of fantasy about Xia Xiqing in high school, sitting in a bright and spacious classroom, being lazy or listening carefully.

Run freely in the stadium and sweat on the basketball court.

All of Xia Xiqing, whom he had missed, can only be remembered in his heart, after all, time cannot be reversed.

It happened that Yang Bo answered a call and walked forward alone. Xia Xiqing grabbed Zhou Ziheng, "Oh, I still like that kind of well-behaved little angel for a long time." Xia Xiqing raised his lips and smiled, "It's okay, I can play it. If you like me, I will play it for you every day, and you will be tired of it."

Zhou Ziheng shook his head, "Forget it, I still like you."

Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, "Which one?"

I saw him curl the corner of his mouth and hold his shoulders in a slight manner.
Chapter completed!