What 99% of boys don't like to do.

Speaking of haircuts, it is estimated that six out of ten boys don't want haircuts, and the other four just like going to hair salons (you know), so as far as I know, 99% of boys don't like haircuts,/kloc-one in 0/00 people really likes haircuts, because he is a barber himself!

When I talk about haircut, I think of the fierce master, pale shroud, scary mirror, shiny black scraper cloth, and, uh, a barber chair like an operating table.

Countless nights, I will enter a familiar nightmare.

I dreamed that I was tied to a huge flat barber chair. I'm skinny and shivering under a white cloth. An old master with a mask and bright eyes came up to me with a shiny scraper.

He spread out the long sharpening cloth next to the barber chair, and repeatedly scraped the scraper on it, and the harsh voice echoed in my ears. Then he picked up a brush covered with white shaving cream and covered my face, grinning and holding up the scraper. I lay flat, watching the scraper slowly approaching on my head, and my throat seemed to be caught. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't until I was surprised by my dream. This is not a haircut. You clearly entered the operating room!

Why do you have such a dream? Now come back and analyze my heart at that time. It should be a teacher with a bad temper when I was a child, and the damage caused to me is deeply imprinted in my mind.

Children always turn around and don't want to be quiet, so the barber can only keep a straight face, "head up, head down, tilt left and right", and press his head hard to fix the angle when something is wrong. But, master, let me know when you're finished! Often cut in one direction, I don't say stop. My head tilted for a few minutes, and my neck was almost broken! But it was immediately pushed in the other direction.

When I was a child, I almost became a "hairy thief" because I was afraid of cutting my hair, and I was dragged into the barber shop by my father. Once I met an old aunt, and she was filled with joy when she saw my long curly hair (you know, it was extravagant and time-consuming to send electricity at that time).

While combing slowly with a comb, she stifled her smile and said, "This big wave is really beautiful, like a girl." Since then, my heart has been deeply hurt, and I don't want to walk into the barber shop.

When I grew up, I finally got rid of the shadow of my old aunt, but I fell into another kind of gender fear.

I just came to the south after graduating from college, and I was dizzy by the little girls' thighs at the entrance of the hair salon, so I was afraid to go in. I haven't had a haircut for several months, and I really can't see anyone, so I have to summon up courage and walk into a hair salon.

After the haircut, the shampoo lady whispered in her ear, "handsome boy, do you want to wash your face?"

"How to wash it?" No, make a fool of yourself.

"Go upstairs, it's very comfortable."

Instantly understand, scared me to sit up smartly, threw down the money and ran away. Later, I found that I gave someone fifty dollars without asking the price, so I didn't have the courage to go back and ask for it.

As I grow older, I am no longer afraid of getting a haircut, but I still can't stand the ugliness after a haircut.

Because of high myopia, I took off my glasses when I had a haircut. I was in a fog and couldn't see the length of my hair at all. Enthusiastic hairdressers will say, "Look, is this length ok?" I can only cope and say yes. Because of poor communication, I can only get a haircut by luck. When I entered the barber shop, I resigned myself to my fate.

But a good barber is really hard to find, or every boy feels this way. After cutting his hair, he felt super ugly. Everyone asked, "I got a haircut!" " It takes at least a few days to get back to normal every time.

Later, I summed up an experience and said when I entered the door, "Just cut it short according to my current hairstyle." After cutting, comb the hair cut by the barber from the left part to the right part, or comb the hair cut from the right part to the left part, but it looks better.

Now that I have a child of my own, Xiao Ya, I inherited my genes. A little curly hair wriggles around, and everyone loves it.

Long hair is too difficult to take care of, so the kindergarten teacher instilled Xiao Ya's idea that "short hair is more beautiful". Xiao Ya was successfully brainwashed and pestered her mother to cut her hair short every day, but she hasn't had a haircut for two or three years.

But smiles send us light also inherited my fear of cutting hair. Maya bought a child hair clipper from the Internet. Although it is the first time to cut, after all, girls' hair is easy to cut. A few rubs are not bad!

My eyes lit up as if I saw the hope of life. "Leadership, you also cut for me!"

Mom flatly refused. "That won't do. I can't cut adults' hair well. "

I didn't give up. I followed every day.

Finally, after I massaged my neck, shoulders, back, calves and feet for half an hour, my mother was in a good mood, or she really looked ridiculous when she saw my hair. My mother let go. "Go, bring me a haircut clipper, elder sister. I want to practice my hands. "

I'll get the chairs right away-two! Bring scissors, combs, hair clippers, and consciously put the baby's saliva towel around you, full of expectation, "Leader, let's get started!"

"I can say yes, this is my first haircut, and I will bear the consequences." Damn it, declare your interests first

"Yes, madam!" I'm passionate and ambitious, and I'm dying.

Electric propeller, let's go! My long hair is starting to fall out, not bad!

Don't take off your glasses and see my beauty clearly!

Beauty is on the side, touch it if you want, no longer embarrassed, and talk and laugh freely!

The barber is careful and respectful, I am the owner of my site!

"bow your head!" My head was awakened by his mother. "Okay, okay, the leadership has worked hard!"

Only two pushes, hair clipper gave an ugly squeak.

"Ouch, it hurts, my hair is caught." My scalp is tight.

"Be patient!" Hair clipper finally stopped, no response at all.

"There can't be no electricity, just charged." Ya mama a full face of doubt.

With a long comb on my head and a saliva towel around my neck, I quickly found a screwdriver to tear down hair clipper. The original cutter head rusted. What should I do?

"Just drop two drops of sesame oil!" Despite my suspicious eyes, my mother dropped two drops of sesame oil, and hair clipper magically started.

"Great leadership!" But what about the smell of sesame oil on my head?

"What if the cut is not good?" His mama asked while cutting?

My heart thumped, "Nothing, then don't cut it separately, cut it flat."

"What about the crew cut?" Ya mama asked carefully.

My heart is a little cold, as if I saw the potholes on my head. "Nothing, then go to the barber shop to continue cutting." People asked, I said to practice my hands for my wife. "

"That won't do, people will laugh at me." Maya is not satisfied. "Well, just say you made a mistake and your wife punished you!" "

My heart is bitter. Who told you to be stingy and who told you to save money? "Good, good, the leader is too smart!" "

"Why don't you go bald? I'm good at this. The big deal is to shave with a razor! " Maya said excitedly.

My heart is full of tears. I think of a classmate in college. Because he was lovelorn and shaved his head, several students in our dormitory took turns to go on stage and shave their heads around him. That's cool! Now it finally pays off.

I'd better take off my glasses, hazy beauty is the most beautiful.

The top of the head is busy, and it feels like a century has passed.

"Well, put on your glasses and have a look!" Ya Ma said with satisfaction.

My heart is always waiting, and my hands are always shaking! "Hurry up!"

Calm and open-minded. "Oh, not bad!"

I'm surprised and happy. "Handsome people just can't help it. Anyone can get a haircut. "

"What?"

"Oh, I'm so excited. I am incoherent. Look at your skill. I am a handsome old man! " I have to keep a clear head, but seriously, the effect is no different from that of a first-class hairdresser outside.

"Leadership, you are great. You are a genius. You can learn everything at once." At this time, the most stingy thing is praise.

"Your curly hair is quite easy to cut, and it is not easy to see if it is uneven." "Leadership, you are modest."

I strike while the iron is hot. "I will leave this end to you in the future!"

"According to the 60 yuan calculation of each haircut, 1 year 12 times saves 720, and the whole family can save more than 2,000 yuan!" I quickly give full play to the advantages of accounting and solidify my income.

"That's more than that. You take Sassoon shampoo 70 and a first-class hairdresser 90! " Damn quick response.

"Yes, I can save 3,000 yuan a year, and I can get a haircut every half month, so we can double it!" I drew a blueprint for my mother's future.

"That's six thousand dollars a year, thirty years …" Maya seems to have found a way to make money immediately.

"Just one hundred and eighty thousand. Come on, lick my ear with a cotton swab and then give me a head massage. I'm a little thirsty, pour a glass of water. " I seem to have returned to the hair salon and closed my eyes with satisfaction.

"What did you say?" There was a roar in my ear.

"Oh, I said, are you tired? Do you want to press it again and have a glass of water? " I suddenly woke up.

After cutting my hair, I wandered around in front of my daughter.

"Dad, you are so handsome!" Or the youngest daughter is honest,

"Are you, are you? So is it handsome or mom's hairstyle? "

"Well, Babashuai and Mama also cut well!" I got you, baby!

Suddenly I remembered an advertisement in hair clipper.

Day 6 of 90-day training camp without abstinence