Xiaowan likes to go to the street stalls, because the prices of the street stalls are cheap, and you may find rare treasures if you are careful.
One day she fell in love with a wooden comb. The comb is very ordinary, the workmanship is not exquisite, and the style is quite old, but Xiaowan found it in the pile of combs and bought it home when she thought it was good.
After washing her hair at night, Xiaowan sat in front of the mirror and combed her hair with a newly bought wooden comb. It didn’t take a few moments to see a person changed in the mirror. A classical beauty is also combing her hair with her head hanging sideways in the mirror.
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The woman in the mirror is indescribably beautiful, especially the long black hair that is straight and shiny. Xiaowan looked fascinated. Suddenly the woman stopped her movements and straightened her broken hair.
Xiao Wan came back to her senses, she returned to her appearance in the mirror, but she felt itchy in her hands. Xiaowan looked down, holding a handful of broken hair in her hand.
The beauty just now must be the owner of the wooden comb. Xiaowan thought. If you keep using this comb, you might become as beautiful as her and have beautiful hair.
So Xiaowan stayed in front of the mirror for several hours a day, combing her hair while looking at the woman in the mirror.
Gradually wrinkles grew on the woman’s face, her hair became thinner and thinner, and more and more white silk. Finally, a man appeared behind the beautiful woman in the mirror, holding a Insert the scissors from the top of the woman’s head. The woman soon stopped moving, still holding the blood-stained wooden comb tightly in her hand.
The image in the mirror disappeared, Xiao Wan saw herself with wrinkles and white hair, and blood was slowly flowing down her head.