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Liang Xizheng was still worried about the uneven bangs in the mirror, but she didn't expect to see a pair of eyes that were clearer than ice-cold soda. The young man Jiang Yuan was wearing a clean white shirt, with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, revealing the smooth lines of his forearms. He didn't sell cards like other barbers. He just stood quietly behind her, gently picked up the broken hair on her forehead with his fingers, and said in a voice like mint, "I'll try to help you make it more natural." The scissors swished in his hair, and the sunlight cast mottled light and shadow on his face through the blinds. Liang Xizheng peeked at his focused profile through the mirror. His eyelashes were long and dense, the bridge of his nose was straight, and even the knuckles holding the scissors were beautifully curved. She suddenly remembered how she was busy cutting her bangs at home just now, and her cheeks burned badly. He seemed to be aware of her embarrassment, and curved his lips into a slight smile: "Actually, it takes courage to cut it yourself, but remember to use professional scissors next time." When my hair was cut, the sunset had already dyed half of the sky red. Jiang Yu'an helped her brush away the broken hair that fell on her shoulders, and his fingertips inadvertently brushed her earlobe, as if electricity was flowing through her. Liang Xizheng paid the money and wanted to say thank you, but he only said "goodbye" awkwardly. He smiled and nodded: "Be careful on the road." After that summer, Liang Xizheng became a regular customer of that barber shop. Sometimes it's a haircut, sometimes it's just an excuse to stop by to buy a bottle of water and sneak a peek at him. They talked about their favorite bands, interesting things about school, and their dreams for the future. She knew that his name was Jiang Yuan, and that he liked to go for a walk by the river in the evening...
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