During the Qing Dynasty, big braids gave birth to barbers who walked the streets in old age. The load that the shaver was carrying was a red painted rectangular stool at one end, the cool end, with three drawers sandwiched between the legs of the stool, respectively for storing money, cloth knives, scissors and other tools; the other end was a long circular cage with a small stove inside, which was the hot end. The master who shaved his head used the "calling head" in his hand to attract customers. The calling head was a rattle made of two iron bars one foot and two inches long. One end was sintered into a handle, and the other end was slightly open, like a big tweezer. The master holds the "big tweezers" in his left hand and a five-inch long nail in his right hand. He picks it up from the middle of the iron bar and makes a "clang--" with a long and profound sound.
Many men and women who are struggling in the sea of love have a calling in their hearts, longing for their sweetheart to look back, thinking passionately about waiting to fall in love, falling in love with him so earth-shatteringly that their souls are shattered, and finally there is no drama behind it.
Most of these stories start like this. They have a general name called "Shave-headed Pickers". They are all hot-headed masters, typical examples of stubbornness, and representatives who will not look back even if they hit the wall. These can be called crazy men and resentful women in the world of mortals, and more of them are resentful. Women and crazy men also think that waiting for one day is just waiting, and waiting for a lifetime is waiting. It is better to wait for a lifetime. Unexpectedly, I have waited for a lifetime, and I didn't expect that I have to wait for another lifetime, so just wait for another lifetime. Wait until the end of the world, and become a legend for generations to come.