There is a generation gap between you and the barber. What did you have against the barber in those years?

Growing up, I have an indescribable feeling for hairdressers. When I was a child, I was afraid, but when I grew up, I was helpless to play the lute to a cow.

At that time, I was a third-grade pupil, and my friends and I went to the barber shop for a haircut. The hairdresser is a woman of about thirty years old, and her skills are actually not very good, but since there is only one barber shop in the village, everyone has to make do with it. Not to mention poor workmanship for the time being. What makes me most angry is that when I finally checked out, she charged my little friend three dollars, but asked me for six dollars! I naively thought my aunt was wrong, and I specifically asked her if she received the wrong money. As a result, she told me: because you are too big, you have to charge twice as much. I was a child at that time, and I felt particularly embarrassed when I was told that my head was big. I dare not ask any more questions and go home. When I got home, I told my father about it. My dad says she just treats me like a bully. It costs three dollars for an adult to get a haircut. Can I be older than adults when I was a child?

When I grow up, if you ask me what is the farthest distance in the world? Then I'll tell you: the furthest distance in the world is the generation gap between me and the barber!

After college, my sisters and I in the dormitory began to grow long hair. After enduring the embarrassment of not tying for half a semester, I finally made some achievements in the summer vacation, and finally I can tie a ponytail. On my way home, I went to the barber shop and asked Mr. Tony to help me trim the ends of my hair so that it could grow faster. After I sternly refused Mr. Tony's various requirements for perm, dyeing and maintenance, Mr. Tony told me? Cut it less, cut it shorter, I want to keep my hair long? Understand? Cut it less, cut it shorter, I don't want to keep my hair? . That's why I work so hard. Long ponytail here? what's up With what? Have to? In my reading comprehension, I suddenly became a pair of things that I couldn't tie up. I really want to cry. Since then, every time I say this. A little trim? Has become? Long hair all over the floor? .

In order to stay away from Tony's hairdresser, now I basically go to the barber shop once a year, which is when my hair really splits.