From when I was a child, I went to the barber shop where the master in the white coat pushed the hair with the hair clippers to the various hair salons now. I have always hated going to the barbershop. When I was very young, I had long hair. I guess that was the only time in my life until now when I was conscious of being a female and was willing to lose my dignity. My most precious thing back then was my long hair. Of course, I didn’t tie it at that time, so I had to let my parents and grandma do it for me every morning. In order to make my hair neat and novel, I needed to get up half an hour earlier than others, but At that time, I went through all kinds of hardships and persevered.
At a certain time in the second grade of elementary school, my parents suddenly said that they didn't have time, so they dragged me to the barbershop at the gate of the community, and said to the master "cut short". I remember that I cried weakly, crying and yelling that I don’t want to cut my hair. That was one of the times I cried the most intensely since I can remember [One time when I was 3 years old, my parents forcibly threw me into the kindergarten. I cried very awesomely for a month+; another time I bought a multifunctional pencil case in the third grade of elementary school. It seemed to be 20 yuan each. There were many buttons and several small boxes. I brought it to school with a terrible ass, but I didn’t expect it. On the first day, I was ruined gorgeously by someone playing-of course, these two things have nothing to do with what I want to say, so I took it], it seems that in the end the whole community can hear my heart-piercing roar, of course It’s not that Loli’s Ewha cried with the rain. My voice was relatively low and dumb at the time. When my parents were still using the BP machine, the voice station would often sign the title of my message as "Mr.". So there was a lot of trouble that time, the uncles and aunts all ran out holding their children and the dog and told the mother why let the child cut her hair. The mother waved her hand very firmly, and the barber took the knife and dropped it. The hair broke with the click of the scissors. All the way home, it seems that my father bought me ice cream or candied haws as a comfort, but I still choked all the way. At the end of the sobbing, almost everyone yelled, "I cut everything and cry a P".
Saying that I was actually a mentally handicapped child back then, after hearing this, it was right to think about it, so I wiped my face and played with it, and continued to build the building blocks to jigsaw puzzles. At that time, I needed to wear a little yellow hat to go to school. When I met classmates on the road, I also said in an extremely stinky tone, "Look, I cut my head." The other party looked disdainful, "I don't believe it, you must be tucked in your hat." I was very excited to take off my hat to show off my short hair to her, and got great satisfaction in the unbelievable look on the other side.
It seems that not long after this, without me realizing it, my life has found a huge change. Before, I was an extremely stinky person who likes to take pictures and can pose in various poses, although singing out of tune. A girl who has a voice but is always happy to show herself to others. Then I became a raunchy Tomboy who fought with boys in the mound and killed him who didn't wear a skirt and hated taking pictures and didn't bother to sing. And I suddenly discovered that the child is a very terrifying creature, and since then I no longer want to hug relatives, the sister whom my brother and I used to hold.
When everyone didn’t want to move, my family suddenly had to move from one end of the city to the other. Of course, it’s popular now to buy a house, and even the original house is no longer living in my family. Of course, this is something.
Before moving, I went to a hairdresser downstairs in the bathing center to get my hair done. The barber is an uncle. He certainly doesn't smoke, but he always has a cigarette in my head. He laughed sly when we walked in.
She greeted me and said , "Cut my head?" My mother pushed me forward and said "She cuts". So I followed a woman who looked unhappy to wash her hair. The woman asked, "Is the water temperature right!" It was actually a bit cold, but it was summer after all, and I didn't dare to raise objections for some reason, so I just said "Oh". I washed my hair with half-cold water and sat down on the chair. The cheap uncle said, "Our new scissors will be delivered tomorrow. Today I can only use this old one. This old one has a little bit of hair. Guess you will be able to hold it back~" Before I could speak, I heard my mother say "just cut it if it's okay." As soon as the scissors touched my hair, I understood what is meant by "a little pinching of hair". Almost every time I cut a lock, I started to squeak again, but I only heard my mother being extremely awkward. He said, "It's okay, cut it shorter."
That haircut completely changed my impression of a haircut. Since then, I have learned that a haircut can hurt you so much that you cry. But at that time, I was not so beeping anymore. I managed to hold the tears in my eye sockets, and faced the mirror in the mirror with almost a few centimeters of hair left on top of my brain, nodded with a smirk, and said, " very good". Then we left the barber shop with satisfaction.
After transferring to another school, I started to have a fresh life. I used to describe myself as "outgoing and cheerful" before, and I began to live a solitary life. Why? Because I don't know anyone. Of course the situation improved after the first semester. Because everyone got acquainted, and after another semester, the taller girls in the class began to play basketball very vigorously. Basketball is a good thing. It can make people forget about sleep and food, can make people skip classes and make people run out of the house secretly. During that time, in the words of a certain teacher, a few big girls and young men were tired of living together without shame or shame. ——Actually, I am not ashamed or embarrassed. The closest contact is that you fell and I pulled you up, or I gave you a sip of the water bottle I had finished drinking. It didn't hurt anyone at all, but the teachers just felt it was an eyesore.
So after I succeeded in taking the last place in a certain exam and was found many times with parents, my mother came to the conclusion that I need to start growing my hair. I was shocked by this decision and repelled from the bottom of my heart. But it seems that from the first haircut or even before that, I didn't have the right to speak at home, so I could only obey silently. Of course I still didn't know how to comb my hair. Our elementary school had a weird requirement that little girls were not allowed to go to school with disheveled hair. [Of course this is insignificant compared to my junior high school's "No wear thin, thin and short" school rules, but it still makes me miserable. Even though my parents ordered me to keep long hair, they treated me Let go of her hairstyle. At the time, I thought that as long as I tied my hair into a bunch, I was considered successful, so I tied a tail at the base of my neck every day. Of course, after many years of this style, it seemed that my primary school student looked like an elderly aunt. But at that time the task was finally completed. On this basis, my family has added access control time, that is, I must hurry home before my parents get off work. This makes me have a dish to catch a chicken. This shows that I can't even play a game of basketball after school. This will make labor and management skills and others The difference is very far, but I quickly found a balance point, because if I go home early, I can secretly play games or watch something that is more slapstick for children of that age. So I accepted it with satisfaction.
The next time I cut my hair, I went to junior high school, and my junior high school didn't allow girls to have long hair. During the summer vacation, my mother was instructing the hairdresser and asked to cut a "girlish" short haircut, so the great barber gave me a haircut that highlighted my big face, forehead It even leaked out. I calmly looked at my face in the mirror that was bigger than the washbasin, shook my head and said, so be it. The barber said how beautiful and energetic. My mother said she liked it very much, so we left with satisfaction.
So everyone saw my big face when I was educating freshmen. Some people may have questions, why I can remember the big face when I say that I don't care about my dignity. The answer is that we took a photo during the freshman education, and that photo has been with me in my file for three years. I still remember when I was wearing a yellow shirt, my face turned into pig liver color because of the heat, and it was dotted with dots of sweat. When we finished taking the photo, the head teacher cleared his throat and told me that your hairstyle is not up to standard, and you should go home and cut it again. It is difficult for me to comment on the mood at the time. But I guess the mother’s mood should be more complicated, because the head teacher’s instruction is "Your hair is not short enough", which shows that I need to cut back the tomboy's head back then, which just goes against her original intention. I don't know why, when my hair was no more than a few inches left, I stood up, smiled triumphantly, and walked out of the barber shop with satisfaction.
I live in high school, go home half a month, and only stop for one day. Every time the hairdresser feels that it is too time-consuming, so every time she instructs the hairdresser to "cut shorter, and then cut shorter." So every time I cut my hair, I have to spend a period of time wearing a hat at school. If I have to say a reason, it is because the hair is too short, which will have a sense of inversion of my gender. But there are also cute girls who come up to take off my hat, and then my hair is exposed to the wind. They are not messy, because they can't even move. So the girl put her hat back on my head and left me satisfied.
Later, I went to college, and I fell back to beeping again from Niubi. I became extremely soft and unassuming. I didn’t know why I became like this, so I quietly pushed the consequences to "Long hair takes up the nutrition of my brain." In this regard. So I tossed and cut my short hair again. This time I kept being recommended various XX during the hair cutting process. In fact, I didn't know what it was, but I was still in a certain mood and didn't refute it. So I spent half a month of living expenses on that haircut. And this is just cutting the hair short. And it's such a hairstyle that is very "girlish" in my mother's words. At that time, I was a little broken, but deep in my heart I felt that I couldn't let people see my discomfort. I wanted to show my pride. So I nodded, swiped the card with a bloody heart, and left with satisfaction.
However, I felt the inconvenience of this hairstyle a long time later, so I paid another 15 yuan and used the knife again in a small barber shop between the various snack bars in front of the school. Ironically, this time I am very satisfied-I guess this price level probably laid the road for me. The leap from 500 to 15 is the gap between me and high-quality women? But I think, I can’t think of it this way, the hair style is obviously very good, can’t you? So I paid the money smartly, and felt the long-lost satisfaction from the barber's "Thank you for your patronage".
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I want to continue my story and say that since then, I really rarely go to the barbershop. Hair always grows strangely to a strange length. At first glance, it seems that the literary and artistic youth is actually a strong stupid bull. Ok? Why is it a cow? I do not know either.
Yes I watched Rewind Life. What a great narrative technique flashback is. Since the elementary school teacher taught this writing technique, I can't help but fall in love with it. Stuart, from death to life, from homeless to little boy, from bruised to intact.
——If you have to choose one thing in your life, what do you want to change?
——How do I choose one of them? That way I can easily blame everything on it, right? ……
——One thing Only.
——The day I discovered violence.
You are too great, aren’t you? You are so great! You are a great person, you are indeed a great person. They say that you are angry with this society and you are angry with this system. They say that if the level of anger is from 0 to 10, then you are 11.
But you are too great. I mean, how do you survive without finding someone to complain about? They separated you from your son. You live on the street. I mean, you have been in jail, and you tried to cut the devil out of your body with a knife or burn it out with a flame.
...I just want to say that you are too great. You are so great. In the midst of misery, you can really survive tenaciously without looking for an enemy. Then say that there is nothing that can completely ruin your life except yourself. You should be so fucking proud, you deserve it.
So if I can stop being afraid of going to the barbershop, what should actually change is the day when I find that compromise seems to be the solution to everything.
The past is a black fog, and the future is at a loss. Where should we go when we stand at this intermediate point. I saw a sentence that day: I always want to die quickly, but I try to live every day.
Thanks to something good, like you singing in the car, like you go to a demonstration together, like walking and holding his hand, like buying a woodcut mushroom and tying it to the roof of the car. The bits and pieces are memories and experiences.
Or, for example, in those rare nights when we are quiet and can avoid worrying about things, sometimes I feel very happy when I chat with you on the keyboard.
After watching the movie, I cried with my head, not because of some European melancholy. Every movie has a story about the protagonist and a story about the audience. I just thought of something, like that question.
Are you afraid to go to the barber shop? ——What is the problem? Do not think that I am going to say something very important, I really just want to ask this question. Well, yes, I have always hated going to the barbershop. Of course, you can say that this is another excuse for my dying procrastination, but I really hate going to the barbershop.
In addition to flashbacks, the teacher has actually taught a writing technique called end-to-end echoing.
Did Stuart really end his life? I just can't believe it, maybe because I fell in love with this character when I first started playing him. I was walking along the train tracks in Cambridge and found that the tracks were very narrow, and Stuart was so weak at the time. I think he may have fallen accidentally or was sucked in by the wind blowing through the train. However, the injuries were the same, and they all showed that they were caused by an accident. No matter how painful Stuart has gone through, his life can be regarded as a gift from heaven. I don't think he will give up himself easily. For me alone, he is a peculiar superhero character. He made me mature, and he also allowed me to see exactly what I want to achieve through this career. ——Tom Hardy on Stuart
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