I have opened a barber shop for two years. Although the industry is highly competitive, the cost of my haircut is very low. There are many regular customers who only need to pay taxes occasionally, so my life is pretty smooth.
It is difficult for a woman to fight in the city alone.
But no matter how difficult it is to live.
I am very satisfied with my current life. Every day from 9 to 5, it is no different from an ordinary office worker. Although I can’t afford the clothes and brand-name bags I like, even though I’m not eating too much. But there is no trivial matter to enjoy the happiness of ordinary people.
Until one day, someone wanted to collect my hair.
It was raining outside that day. I was reading a book in the store, He Nan Bunan’s horror novel “The Hair of the Resentful Woman”.
I like watching these horror stories about ordinary people because they are very close to my own life.
In fact, I am an ordinary person and cannot be ordinary.
I watched intently, when the wind chime hung at the door rang and walked into an old lady.
She is wearing a black nylon shirt, black pants, and black shoes. The black umbrella in her hand is dripping with water.
But her face is very white, very pale, not the white that a living person should have, it looks so strange against the white fluorescent lights in the store.
I put down the book in my hand and got up from the rotating chair.
“Madam, do you want a haircut or a perm?” I asked enthusiastically.
“I don’t have a haircut or a perm. May I ask the girl, can you take your hair?” the lady said unhurriedly.
When she spoke, I found her lips were red, as if they were smeared with blood.
“Oh, ma’am, you want to take your hair, long or short?” I asked.
“I don’t understand these, I only need these hairs on the ground!” The old lady pointed to the hair scattered on the ground and said to me.
To be honest, I saw that it was raining outside today and there would be few customers, so I stole a lazy. If in normal times, I would clean up all the broken hair in time.
“Hehe, just want the ground? Okay, I’ll sweep it up for you.” I moved the revolving chair back and picked up the small broom to sweep the hair on the ground Into a small shuttle.
As I sweep, I think about it, what a strange person, what do you want these broken hairs on the ground for?
“Miss, I will find you a small plastic bagBut I know that he is also an ordinary person.
Who rich people live here like us?
Ding Zhe is weird today, I don’t know exactly where it is different from usual.
Maybe he has very few words today. He usually talks for a long time.
Soon, his bald head was finished.
He touched his bald head with satisfaction, and then left happily after dropping ten dollars.
After he left, I decided to go home early today. The weather outside is too noisy, so going home to take a hot bath and watch TV is the best choice.
The third day. Finally the sun is shining. There were a lot of people in the shop, and it was a little too busy for the time. In fact, I should really take some apprentices or workers to the shop to help.
There are too many people. Naturally there will be something to say.
The second child of the fruit shop: Have you heard of it? We had a car accident on the street last night.
Aunt Li from the dry cleaner: I heard that, he is a young man whose body was crushed by the car.
The second wife of the Zhao family: Don’t mention it, I have seen it all, and my heart is still throbbing in shock.
Wang Lao Er: The one who died seems to be ours, it seems to be called Ding Zhe.
Me: Impossible, he came to me for a haircut yesterday.
Aunt Li: When did he come?
Me: About ten o’clock in the evening.
Aunt Li: The car accident was past eight o’clock.
Wang Lao Er: It’s definitely Ding Zhe. Our shop is very close. I heard from the traffic police.
The second wife of the Zhao family: Yes, he, I remember I can see his face, and his bright bald head.
Aunt Li: He should have died a long time ago. I heard that he kicked his mother out of the house, and then his mother disappeared…
Before Aunt Li’s words were finished, I felt that my eyes were dark, and the scissors in my hand fell to the ground.
I lay in the hospital for three days, and the doctor did not find anything wrong, just feel dizzy.
So I went home, and the hospital stay was very expensive.
A few days later, after I felt a little better, I continued to pick up the scissors. After all, I still have to earn money to eat.
Then I told a friend of mine who studied history about this incident. After listening to it, she thought about it and said: “According to legend, in the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, there was a record of ghosts coming to Yangjiansuo. Fate, harvested the night before the birthdayTake that person’s hair and bring it back to the underworld, and in the meantime, there must be a hair cut by the most yin person to be effective, and then the person who was killed by the ghost will suddenly die on the day of his birth. “
After listening to her, I suddenly remembered a sentence: Parents whose bodies are affected by the skin.