What is the special significance of boys combing girls' hair?

In the mood of learning, I checked online, but unfortunately there is no accurate answer, but according to my personal experience, this is nothing. It's just that you comb my hair, there's no such formal agreement. If you comb it with one comb until you are old, you will grow old together; if you comb it with two combs, you will grow old together; if you comb it with two combs, you will reach your eyebrows; if you comb it with three combs, you will have children early. This is all made up, but it means that only by turning this action into a meaningful thing will it have so much meaning. It has its own extraordinary meaning in everyone's heart. Maybe I want to grow old with her, but I think it's just combing my hair. The reason why I emphasize that this is a meaningful thing is because someone has combed my hair. If this is really the case, I will be responsible.

The sun was just right that time (deliberately exaggerated, otherwise I wouldn’t have washed my hair). It was a big class break and everyone went to the dormitory to rest, but I wanted to wash my hair. It's just that my hair is oily. I don't have any other ideas. The next step is to fetch water, but a little girl like me doesn't have that much strength, let alone carrying a bucket of water from the first floor to the fifth floor, so I'm about to finish. With this idea, when I put the bucket back, a boy with whom I had a good relationship said: Do you use water to wash your hair? I smiled and said: Why don’t you go with me? He actually answered yes. Before I could come to my senses, he took the bucket and left, so I caught up quickly. You can't bully me just because you're taller, huh? He is helping me.

It was not easy for us to line up, because there was a boy behind us, who inevitably had physical contact with me. He suddenly called me and I leaned forward. He grabbed me, and then turned sideways, and I When I got in front of him, I didn’t know if I was overthinking it, but he was very attentive. The water was too hot and splashed on my body. I took a breath, and then he said helplessly: When he got behind me, I ran behind him obediently. It felt weird. It felt like his child. Then I was going to help him carry it, and he motioned for me to clear the way in front of me, but I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to carry it. He said that if you carry it, it will make me look ungentlemanly. With your weak appearance, you will cause trouble for me.

I snorted and clattered up the stairs. Here comes the important point. When I washed my hair, I splashed all over myself. You can’t blame me. I was too short at that time. He sighed, so he came over to help me water the water, and then told me where there was any foam. I actually washed it quickly. I was also slow at that time. I didn't refuse when he washed my hair. Then he went too far and wiped my hair with my towel. I wanted to resist, but he actually laughed. I was so angry. I was so cruel to him. It was obvious that one side of the towel was for wiping my hair, but the other side was lint-free and could not be used to wipe my hair. Then he was very obedient and changed the other side. But when he wiped my hair, I didn't. reaction?

My hair was thin, and it dried after leaning against the window sill for a while, but it was a little messy. Then he came over to me, holding the comb of a sissy in our class in his hand, and said: Too much It's messy, I'll comb your hair. I didn't refuse either. I was playing really well with the boys in our class at the time, and I was used to them being nice to me, but this was indeed a bit ambiguous. I turned my back to him, and he gave me a gentle comb. It seemed to me that it was not a comb. When I looked back, he was actually using his hands to comb my hair with his fingers spread out. He said that the comb was too dirty, so he used his hands. Bar. I asked inappropriately at that time: Are your hands clean? He couldn't help but laugh. In fact, I admit that at that time, I thought that picture must be very beautiful. He was half a head taller than me, and he just bent down a little, and meticulously arranged my hair with his hands. After that, his hands were stained with the fragrance of my hair, but It's too late, it's too late to realize. We haven't contacted each other for a long time. I hope the boy who combed my hair is doing well. And you were very gentle when you combed your hair.