Chapter forty-five, Mommy takes y*u shopping

After Grandma went in, Bai Jianguo sat on the edge of the door weakly. Li Ruping went up and said something to him. I tried to listen, but my mom pulled me away.

The three of US stood on the sidelines, and it was like watching a play, and then at the end of it, I felt like a kid who didn't want to leave, dragged away by my mother.

On the way back, my mother did not speak, all the way silent, is very strange, I and my brother looked at each other, feel that my mother is something wrong, want to ask closer, my mother is not something, but my mother did not give us the opportunity.

When we took two steps closer, mom took two giant strides, and as soon as we slowed down, mom slowed down. Mom has eyes in the back.

"You two don't bother, mother wants to be alone. " Zhao Xiufen said.

Now my brother and I are afraid to come forward, can only quietly follow in the back of my mother, I do not know why, I always feel that her strange, it is not because I made trouble today.

All the way back home, my mother did not talk to us, back home, put himself a person shut into the house, leaving me and my brother outside the house to look at each other.

"brother, do you know what happened to mom? " I asked.

"Do not know. " The elder brother shook his head, it seems that the elder brother also saw the mother's strange place.

"Did you have a bad day? " I guessed.

"What nonsense, stimulation can have Bai Jianguo to say when the divorce is exciting? " Elder brother rolled his eyes.

After deciding not to recognize the father, my brother changed his name to his own.

"What was that all about? "

My question still got my brother shaking his head.

"today the mid-autumn Festival. " I mean to point to ground to say. The door of the room opened before my brother could speak.

Mother seems to return to normal, not just back to the depression, said to me with a smile.

"Just a little out of control mother's emotions, you do not blame mother, today's mid-autumn Festival, we do not let irrelevant people destroyed the mood. "

I nodded vigorously in agreement.

"Pack it up, Mama's taking you clothes shopping! "

My brother and I, two people look puzzled, my mother's thinking leap is too big, right? This is what happened Ah, why the mid-autumn festival to buy clothes?

My brother said he didn't understand it either, but neither of US dared to refute it.

Mother simply tidied up, went back to the room to get the money bag, and then went out, looked back at me and my brother did not follow up.

"What are you two doing, keep up with it. " Mother looked at me two strange said.

"coming, coming! " I give the elder brother can only tightly follow up.

It's a nice holiday, and it's making both of us nervous.

In this day and age, there is no such thing as a shopping mall or specialty store. The brand also has not arisen, the foreign big brand also has not entered China. So the place of shopping clothes is generally in a similar future wholesale market place, where there are various styles of clothing.

MOM's holding one of us in one hand, and we're not even at the clothing store yet.

Passing a barbershop was a man in his fifties with scissors and one of those electric hair shavers. Around a piece of white cloth, may be because of the mid-autumn festival, no one in front of the stall, old man in cleaning the floor of health.

After mom pulled us over, she stopped again and kept looking at the top of her brother's head.

I thought about the relationship between the two, look at the mother seems to have no intention of going, the subconscious mind is a "bad! "

Sure enough, my mother pulled me and my brother back to the old man's stall.

I looked at my brother this handsome hairstyle, imagine, will be in the uncle's scissors, what will become, inexplicably want to laugh.

Then I wanted to see the look on my brother's face, and I saw the look of desperation on his face as he looked at the razor in GRANDPA's hand.

Although this is all our guess, but the mother still did not live up to our idea, pull brother to that position, let him go on.

"Master, you trim his hair. " Then I saw my brother was held down by his mother closed his eyes, sitting in despair.

Normally, we would have fought back, even talked some sense into my mom, but, uh, today's mom, she was definitely off, so we had to talk about her.

Street stall. It's 30 cents a haircut. If it's a slightly better barbershop, it's 50 cents.

The old man looked at us, also very happy, also said to his brother: "young man so handsome, rest assured, I will give you a handsome cut of hair. "

When the old man was pleased to help my brother off the cloth, I found that, as expected.

Not The most popular sloping fringe, but the crew cut everyone in the village can trim. At this time, the outside of the hair stall, there is no mirror and so on, brother in the old man under the cloth, has been a pair of unrequited appearance.

I looked around and saw a round mirror beside him. I picked it up and sent it to my brother. Then I laughed like a pig in his eyes.

Before I finished laughing, I was scared by my mother's hands and stopped my voice.

"Mom, I don't need a trim. My hair is long. I just need it tied up. "

I do not know whether my laughing brother laughed too hard, even the mother could not watch.

"Girl Home, stay so long hair to do what. " Mother a pair of don't cut don't give to go. Hold me down on the chair in case I leave.

I really want to cry without tears, the mother today is exactly what wrong with. Just my laughing brother, now well, my turn, really is 30 years, 30 years, 30 years.

When my brother saw me being held down by my mother, he looked like a good-looking actor. He just stood in front of me with his arms folded. He seemed to appreciate it, but I knew he was ready to gloat.

Sure enough, as soon as I dropped my scissors, I knew it was gone, all gone, for a few minutes, but it felt like a century.

After my grandfather neatly tidied up, he looked at my hair and smiled with satisfaction,

"Come on, little girl, it looks good on you. "

I listened to my uncle and thought about my brother's hairstyle. He said the same thing. Then I opened my eyes and saw my brother's belly laugh.

I quickly picked up the mirror I had just looked in for my brother, and when I did, I immediately began to cry.

My bangs, shoulder-length hair, and now, have been cut into a broken uncle short hair, is a Tomboy, not as my brother's crew cut it!