Encounter at the End of the Alley

Qiao Aozhen has long hair, black-rimmed glasses that often slide down to the tip of her nose, and her figure weighs between 140 and 150 pounds. She is soft and beautiful, but she has been trapped in the eyes of others and the shadow of the past for a long time. In junior high school, he was framed for no reason and isolated and bullied for a long time. He was not good at studying and finally chose to leave school. He avoided the noisy crowd and plunged into the art of hairdressing and makeup. Scissors, hair dryers, and fine wigs became a small haven for him to rest in peace. In his spare time, he likes to think about cos wig styling. He is used to hiding in the sparsely populated alleys at the back of the business district, combing his hair quietly to avoid those eyes that can easily make him nervous. Lu Yanshen is an independent architect. He doesn't like to socialize and make noise. He always likes to walk the streets and observe the fireworks hidden in old alleys and small shops. That day, he detoured from the main road and walked through the narrow alley, and bumped into Qiao Aozhen squatting in the shadows, lowering his head to fix his wig. He didn't look at her critically, and he didn't judge at will. He just reminded her gently that the draft could easily mess up her hair, so he had just the right sense of proportion. A chance meeting at the end of the alley, two lives that had little intersection at first gradually began to intersect. One holds the scissors, finds stability in the hair, is used to curling up in corners, and is full of hesitation about himself; the other holds a drawing paper, has seen all kinds of people and buildings, knows how to appreciate the original texture of things, and never asks anyone to cater to the worldly and thin aesthetics. There is no blessing of wealth from heaven, no vigorous and deliberate rush, only a steady stream of companionship and respect. What Lu Yanshen saw was more than just his appearance, it was the enthusiasm in Qiao Aozhen's eyes that lit up when he was holding the scissors and fixing his wig, and the softness and tenacity hidden beneath his sensitivity. In this unprejudiced tenderness, Qiao Aozhen slowly reconciled with the pain of his youth, and gradually let go of the low self-esteem that had haunted him for so long. We met at the corner of the alley for the first time, and the evening breeze lingered. All kinds of eyes in the world come and go, but there will always be someone who sees the real you in the corner, accepts all of you, and is willing to accompany you to slowly reconcile with yourself. Urban Slow Heat｜Reality Healing｜Architectural Designer×Hairdresser｜Self-Acceptance｜Sentimental Love Purpose: You don't have to cater to the judgment of the outside world, accept yourself, and eventually you can meet gentle love that respects who you are.