She loosened Changsheng’s mother’s hair after grabbing the scissors. She knew a little about hairdressing. She longed to be a good wife and a loving mother during her previous life. That was why she went for a hairdressing course. Since then, she would do Lu Qin’s hair by herself. This could be considered as a part of her profession. Of course, she did Lu Yi’s hair too. She would make him look clean and tidy every single day. Hence, the image of Prosecutor Lu had always been excellent, as he never once looked scruffy.
She took the scissors and found that it was quite unhandy. However, after having a few attempts, she felt that it was easy to use, at the very least, the scissors were quite sharp.
Snip, snip. She guided the scissors with her hands as strands of hair fell to the ground. To be honest, Changsheng’s mother did not know how Yan Huan cut her hair. All she knew was that Yan Huan walked to-and-fro from time to time, accompanied by the snipping sound of the scissors. As there was no mirror so she had no idea what she looked like.
“Okay, it’s done.” Yan Huan kept the scissors and did the final touches on her hair. Changsheng’s mother caressed her hair, feeling joyful in her heart.
Luckily, her hair was still intact. Her worries of turning bald from Yan Huan’s cutting seeped away. Hmm, this should be presentable. Moreover, she was getting a bit old, so she paid no heed to her image. It did not matter whether the haircut was stylish to her, as long as it was practical.
Therefore, she did not pay much attention to how she looked. Anyhow, her hair was trimmed short and her head felt lighter right then. She felt that she was more clear-headed and not top-heavy like before.
Consequently, just as she took one step out of the door, she felt that all eyes were on her head. It was no big deal if there were only one or two people boring into her, but Changsheng’s mother felt embarrassed when the gazes came from a crowd.
“Changsheng’s mother, where did you get your hair done? Was it by Third Aunt?”
An aunt with a loose tongue quickly came forward and asked Changsheng’s mother.
“What’s wrong, Xiao Song’s mother? Does it look hideous?” Changsheng’s mother caressed her short hair once more, she genuinely wished that she could cover her head.
“No, no.” Xiao Song’s mother hurriedly shook her head. “How can it be hideous? You look amazing as if you’ve become ten years younger with this hairstyle. Can you tell me who was the one that had cut your hair. Was it the Third Aunt? But isn’t she sick? How could she cut your hair then, or has she recovered? If it was so, I would like to ask her to cut my hair right at this instant. I want to have the same hairstyle as yours.”
Xiao Song’s mother was going to head back and get her scissors after she finished speaking, but then Changsheng’s mother grabbed hold of her frantically.
“Please don’t go and look for Third Aunt.”
“What?” Xiao Song’s mother snapped her head back, “Why? I want to ask her to do this haircut for me. Your hair is cut so well, I like it so much.”
Changsheng’s mother gently stroked her hair again. “My hair wasn’t cut by Third Aunt. She is still bedridden.”
“Your hair wasn’t cut by Third Aunt?” Xiao Song’s mother asked with eyes wide open. “If it wasn’t Third Aunt, then who was it that cut your hair? Please bring me to her now.”
“My hair was cut by the lady staying in my house,” Changsheng’s mother was suddenly pleased with herself. “Alright, I would like to find a mirror and have a look at my hair. I haven’t got the chance to see it after having a cut. Your compliment makes me even more eager to look at it.”
She did not dare to look at her hair after the haircut. She thought that if it was hideous, then so be it, as long as it was comfortable. However, when Xiao Song’s mother complimented her hair, it made her even more impatient to glimpse at her new hairstyle.
Yan Huan was out when she came back, but she knew that Yan Huan went to collect firewood. This girl was stubborn. She had told her that there was already enough firewood in the house, but she still went out to search for more every day. Her house was almost filled with firewood, there were no other houses that had more firewood than hers.
She entered her room briskly. Then, she took out a mirror and placed it in front of her.
Oh? She was dumbfounded when she saw her image in the mirror. No, she was absolutely stunned.
No wonder Xiao Song’s mother wished to have the same hairstyle as hers. It was absolutely amazing. Her layered hair was longer in the upper part and shorter at the bottom. Besides, it laid smoothly on her scalp. It looked wonderful from any perspective, and she looked ten years younger with this hairstyle. She was totally satisfied with her new look. It was many times better than her previous one.
However, she could not understand why Yan Huan’s hair was unsightly although she had great skills in hairdressing.
She almost forgot that Yan Huan would be cutting her own hair, not the hair of others. How could she cut her hair when she could not see it? Moreover, her hair had grown into such a mess so even the comb could not save it. Hence, in the end, she ended her misery with a snip of the scissors, chopping off all of her hair, and that was why the back of her head was in this state.
The sky was getting dark when Yan Huan returned. That day was a rewarding day for her. She came across some black fungus in the mountains. That was why she came back later than usual. Her big harvest could be their meals for several days.
However, when she arrived, she found that Changsheng’s house was crowded with people consisting of not only middle-aged women but males and females of all ages.
“You are back, Little Yan. Come over here, quick.” Changsheng’s mother waved to Yan Huan once she saw her. On the other hand, all of the by-standers had their eyes fixed on her as if they carved for a slice of flesh from her body.
Yan Huan put aside the firewood and came to her side, but the people never shifted their gaze away from her. The feeling was similar to the time when she had met with her fans before. However, she caressed her face, thinking to herself. How could it be possible that I still have fans when my appearance is not as presentable as it used to be?
After a short while, she realized that they were not fans, but a group of fans.
“Little Yan, can I have the same hairstyle as Changsheng’s mother, can I?”
Xiao Song’s mother was the first one to arrive at the house. Of course, she wanted to be the first one for her hair to be done. She wanted nothing else but the exact same look that Changsheng’s mother had. That was the best hairdo, and it looked amazing. It could make her feel like a typical city girl.
In addition, it was better to have short hair. She did not need to comb it anymore. This could save her a lot of time in a day.
“Yes, you can.” Yan Huan took the scissors. She did not even have the time to change her clothes, as her clothes would be dirtied again even if she changed to a new one. She took the scissors skillfully as her hand glided in a swift motion. Yan Huan promised her the same hairstyle as Changsheng’s mother, but it would not be identical.
Changsheng’s mother had a hatchet face, so that hairstyle suited her. However, Xiao Song’s mother had a typical round type of face. Therefore, that hairstyle was not quite suitable for her. She cut her hair longer and fluffier than Changsheng’s mother, or else, her face would turn out like a watermelon.
