flstandardbreds Chapter 109 Cut your hair short
Chapter 109 Cut your hair short
Anjiu looked up at him.
Brother Wang's eyes were much warmer than when he came in the morning, and it seemed like a friendly reminder.
"I understand, Brother Wang." There was a hint of sincerity in her tone.
Every bit of kindness in the beehive is hard-earned. If you want to have a bright future, sincerity with a bottom line is definitely a must-have.
After leaving the oil press, Anjiu's ears were still filled with the roar of the machines.
After high-intensity work, my relaxed body felt tired, my feet hurt, my calves were sore, my fingers were numb, and my head felt a little dizzy (because of the noise).
After entering the elevator, Anjiu grabbed the railing, leaned his head on his hands and closed his eyes to rest.
Wow, as soon as I close my eyes, I see the mechanical image of a person holding grass seeds.
With the buzzing sound in my ears, I really have the illusion that I am still at work.
As a last resort, she rested with her eyes half open.
There were fewer people taking the elevator today than usual, so it was almost unobstructed all the way, and we reached the 48th floor in no time.
Compared to the dim lights in the corridor on the 30th floor, the 48th floor looked like a haunted house.
Not only was the small light bulb yellow, it was also flickering, the ceiling was rumbling as rain washed it, and the resident sitting alone nearby with sunken eyes would stare at passers-by, creating a terrifying atmosphere.
After all, Anjiu was someone who had experienced a different world, so he walked through it calmly.
But after sensing a different kind of malicious intent from wanting to take someone's life, she couldn't help but frown, turned her head and glared back at him until the man restrained himself.
She put on a hood to conceal her female identity, and thought about cutting her long yellow hair short.
The arrival of the rainy season means that the men on the 48th floor don't have to worry about work problems for the time being. After lying at home for a day and a night, they can't stand the depression anymore, so they sit in the aisle, trying to find some fun, even if it's just to watch.
Anjiu went out early in the morning. There was basically no one on the road at that time, and he didn't consider this. Now, no wonder there was no woman on the road.
After putting on the hat, she received fewer looks like that. In addition, she was mentally prepared, and she was also annoyed by such stares. She would actively catch their gazes, and glare at them fiercely whenever they made eye contact.
Without exception, those men always pretended to look away casually.
When she got home, her grandmother understood what was going on when she saw her wearing a hood.
An Jiu didn't hide it from her, but he didn't say it bluntly. He just said, "I want to cut my hair short."
Although it's a stupid way, it's better than doing nothing.
"That's fine," Grandma measured her hair with her fingers. "The family that had the scissors is gone, and everything in the house was blown away. I have to go ask the neighbors to see if anyone still has them."
Anjiu took off his wet coat and spread it on the stool. The work clothes in the oil press were not breathable, and the sweat from his busy body soaked the clothes.
She fanned herself by the collar of her vest, feeling the warm, moist air against her chin.
"No, I have it here."
Anjiu brought a stool and placed it in the middle of the room. Then he took out a fruit knife from the space and handed it to grandma with the handle facing outward.
"Use this."
She managed to free up a plastic bag, tore it open and wrapped it around her neck.
"Give me the cut hair. I'll keep it in the space and throw it outside later." She paused, "Or you can burn it."
Grandma was worried that she wouldn't be able to see clearly and might cut her, so she grabbed a lock of hair and cut from the bottom to the top.
Dry hair is caused by lack of nutrition, and it is easy to treat.
After a while, she reached out and felt the length and found it was okay.
Grandma shook her head slowly, frowned and said, "It's just not very good-looking, like a tomboy."
She had no skills and she had her hair cut in all sorts of different lengths. Apart from a pair of eyes, she didn't look like a girl at all.
An Jiu disagreed, "This is exactly the effect we want."
Put the fruit knife into the space, put the broken hair in a plastic bag and stuff it into the pile of dry firewood, waiting to be dealt with later when making a fire.
She picked up the glass of water on the table, drank all the water in one breath, and then fell on the bed.
The moment I lay down, my spine crackled and a comfortable feeling emerged from between my bones.
The work in the oil press is too tiring.
Grandma sat next to her, asked her to lie on the bed, and gave her a gentle massage to help her relax her muscles.
Anjiu fell asleep without realizing it.
I woke up again because I was hungry.
The room was very dark. She checked the time. It was four o'clock in the afternoon.
The rain outside the window was a little lighter, gathering into streams on the glass.
Grandma was sleeping soundly beside her.
Anjiu turned over and got out of bed. Suddenly, he wanted to eat some hot noodles with soup. If that didn't work, a bowl of hot porridge would be fine.
Now that she had some time, she planned to make a fire and boil some water to test the elasticity of space - if space can be stretched, then it must be able to be stretched flat and rolled into a tube, right?
After closing the curtain on the iron door, she walked to the window with a simple stove and dry firewood.
Before lighting the fire, she tried to manipulate the space.
After this period of effort, the space has expanded to three cubic meters. The blue light that was summoned out is much brighter than the first time, and has changed from being extremely thin to being as thick as a small capillary tube.
Its color is very clear and pure.
A feeling of intimacy arises spontaneously, a sense of closeness that cannot be separated.
Anjiu controlled it with her consciousness, and the blue light was very obedient, allowing her to flatten and round it, and it was easy to make it into a cylindrical shape.
After connecting one end to the flue hole and narrowing and fixing it, she stood up and opened the window, leaving a gap of one or two centimeters.
Thick water vapor rushed in and was immediately intercepted by the approaching blue light. It was like a big trumpet, with flattened edges, covering the entire window and keeping the rain out.
Anjiu took out a lighter, placed the firewood on the table and lit it.
A stream of gray-black smoke gushed out from the small red flame, passed through the flue hole, and floated outside along the pipe formed by the space.
There is no smell of smoke in the house.
Looking at the blazing flames in the stove and feeling the scorching heat in the air, she moved a stool and hung up the wet clothes to dry slowly.
Then she walked to the bedside and gently woke her grandmother up. "I've made a fire. Come down and warm yourself."
My grandmother is frail and has a cold body. Her favorite thing to do on weekdays is to bask in the sun. Now that she can't see the sun, her hands and feet are always cold.
The other stool at home was a bit high, so Anjiu simply folded the mattress and spread it on the ground and let grandma sit on it so that her knees and hands could be warmed.
After making arrangements for grandma, Anjiu took out the lunch box and poured the water that grandma had stored in the bowl into it and brought it to a boil.
"I was originally thinking of making some porridge, but then I thought the smell would spread out, so I decided to just boil some hot water and mix it with the porridge and drink it."
When Anjiu was about to take out the thermos from the space, he saw the steamed buns and dumplings placed next to it.
Yes, you can bake steamed buns and you can also bake dumplings!
This has no taste! It is good for your stomach!
She immediately took out a few and put them on the stove, roasting them slowly over the open fire.