Diary of going to have a haircut with my brother 300

My brother's hair grows fast. It's only been a month, but his hair has grown a lot, so my parents are going to take my brother to have a haircut.

Coming to a barber shop is like going to a duck farm. The noise and crying of machines are everywhere. We managed to get a seat.

The barber took out scissors and a comb and made a gesture on his brother's head. After about two turns, the barber straightened his brother's head, picked up scissors and gently cut the hair in front of his eyebrows.

At this time, my brother frowned, blushed and burst into tears. The crying tore my heart out, leaving my mother and barber at a loss. Dad said, "I press it."

Stop her. You keep cutting. "The barber had to comb it with a comb and cut it off again. As a result, my brother cried even harder, and his body rolled desperately, trying desperately to break free from his father's bondage. But the harder he pushes, the more he presses.

It's tight In the end, he even lost the strength to struggle and cry, so he had to be at the mercy of the barber.

After the hair was cut, my parents happily passed the "difficult" period. Although I am relieved to watch, my brother will cry quietly from time to time. I don't know if it was because I remembered the scene at that time or because I was not satisfied with this hairstyle.