He is my regular barber and is 7 years older than me.
It's not an Internet celebrity shop, it's just the humble barber shop at the entrance of the community. He is the boss and the only employee.
The first time I went there was because it was close. He has a steady hand, doesn't talk much, and doesn't know how to sell cards. When washing your hair, the water temperature is just right, and the strength of your fingertips when massaging your scalp is also just right.
Then I got used to it and went there once a month. The more times I went there, the more I gradually learned a few things: he was divorced and his daughter was in elementary school. When the store wasn't busy, he sat at the door smoking and watching people coming and going on the street.
One time I was in a bad mood and suddenly didn't want to talk in the middle of cutting. He didn't ask, he just slowed down his movements and cut more carefully than usual.
After the haircut, he looked at me in the mirror and said, "My hair has been cut short, and my troubles have also been cut off."
I was amused by his earthy comfort.
He said: "Just laugh."
Later I asked him, with so many guests, do you remember everyone's habits? He said, I can't remember, but you sit in that position every time, make your left sideburn a little longer every time, and squint your eyes for a while after washing your hair.
"I know even if you don't tell me."
Intention: Deep in daily life, there is deep emotion.