Chapter 6 My son may be stupid, but he lives as long as a tortoise

Chapter 6 My son may be stupid, but he lives as long as a tortoise

Chapter 6 My son may be stupid, but he lives as long as a tortoise

Come to the barber shop.

After Fan Wumian sat down, he talked to the middle-aged barber for a long time. The barber showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and then brought a photo of Andy Lau with a 3:7 haircut and asked him if he wanted to have it cut like this.

Although cheap products are not necessarily bad, Fan Wumian is basically certain that it will be difficult for him to get the "side-parted, back-combed" hairstyle he wants in this store.

This made him miss the era of smartphones. He could use Baidu to search for Huang Zezong's photo and show it to Tony. The barber would then understand that what he wanted was a handsome side-parted hairstyle, not the 70-30 split that middle-aged people like.

Just as he was about to leave, a female clerk in her twenties came down from the upstairs bedroom, dozing off. She asked, "What's going on? How come we haven't started cutting hair after discussing for so long? Uncle Wang is still waiting to dye his hair black."

The barber shop owner said helplessly:
"This handsome guy is difficult to deal with. I'm going to dye Uncle Wang's hair. Please explain clearly to my daughter what kind of hairstyle she wants."

Even though Fan Wumian kept nagging the other party for a long time, the barber shop owner still called him a handsome boy. This shows that he is indeed handsome and there is nothing to find fault with him.

When Fan Wumian first saw the female clerk wearing a tank top, a short skirt and black stockings, he thought that this barber shop with rooms on the second floor was not that serious. But when he heard the boss call her "daughter", he realized that he had been mistaken.

He looked at the pretty female clerk and said:

"Give me a piece of paper and a pen, I'll draw it myself. I'm going to make a living with my face, so I must not mess up my hairstyle, or I'll leave a black mark on my history."

The female clerk came up behind him and said with a smile, "My name is Shanni. Handsome, what do you do? You are so handsome, even if you don't work and lie at home, I can support you."

"I'm still in high school, thank you."

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Shanni was stunned on the spot, and was embarrassed for a while because of her ambiguous words. She finally managed to say: "Young people nowadays are so well-nourished."

Although he was not good at drawing, he was able to use a stick figure as a model to help Sunny understand what kind of hairstyle Fan Wumian wanted.

The girl touched Fan Wumian's long hair and said it was a pity, then she used the scissors without hesitation.

After his long hair was cut short, Fan Wumian didn’t know if it was a psychological effect, but he suddenly felt that his neck was instantly a lot more relaxed.

He is having his hair cut.

On the other side, Silly Old Fan was playing mahjong in the mahjong parlor. At this moment, he slapped his forehead and said, "Oh! My son was discharged from the hospital today, and I forgot to pick him up!"

After saying this, he stood up.

Fortunately, there was a silver-haired lady nearby who quickly grabbed his arm and said in a contemptuous tone:
"You want to run away after winning some money? This is only the fifth round. You are not allowed to leave until you finish eight rounds, even if the house is on fire. It's almost the same whether your stupid son who always ranks last in the exams has a brain injury caused by alcohol or not."

There was a veiled tone in her words because her grandson had been beaten by Fan Wumian.

Hearing this, Silly Old Fan instantly became angry, put his hands on his waist and shouted:

"My son may be stupid, but he lives as long as a turtle! He's been lying in the hospital for more than a week, and even the doctors didn't know what to do. But after waking up, isn't he full of energy? Come on! Let's keep fighting. Today, I'll make you, an old bitch, lose your pants!"

The silver-haired old lady whom he called a gossip was not angry at all when she heard this. As long as silly old Fan didn't run away early, her goal would be achieved.

The mahjong game ended early in the middle of the game. It was okay if I won money, but it was too painful if I lost money. I couldn't even sleep well at night when I got home.

A middle-aged man next to him changed the subject and asked:

"Old Fan, your son Amian will graduate next year, right? Have you decided what to do in the future?" "My disappointing youngest son was admitted to Columbia University in the United States this year. He is studying medicine, which is the most expensive major. I am afraid I have to sell the house to pay for his tuition."

"But there is no other way. It doesn't matter if I don't have the opportunity to study. Since there is a chance, I must support myself. Even if I return to Hong Kong to be a doctor, the starting salary is more than 50,000 yuan."

A mahjong friend next to him also boasted about his son who was doing an internship at a law firm, saying that once he was hired as a full-time employee, his annual salary would be at least HK$45.

This is clearly a mutual flattery.

They complain openly, but secretly show off how outstanding their own children are. They are so Versailles.

Silly old Fan, however, acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He held a piece of Furongwang that he had asked someone to buy between his lips, and played mahjong with one hand in a very experienced manner. He said with emotion:
"My children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. I can barely protect myself, so how can I care about him?"

"Fortunately, my son looks like his mother. Even if he works as a PR guy, he can easily earn a million dollars a year. If that doesn't work out, he can just find a rich woman to marry into the family and give me some of her pocket money to support me in my old age."

"Whether you are a doctor or a lawyer, you are ordered around by your boss all day long. How can you be as comfortable as marrying into the wife's family? You can just stretch out your hand to get clothes and open your mouth to get food. It's like a fairy-like life."

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Not enough words to speculate.

Other parents were busy pushing their children to succeed, but after hearing what Silly Old Fan said, they just felt that having him as their son was the worst possible luck.

If Silly Old Fan cared about what others thought, he wouldn't be living like this. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he added:

"Oh! That's right. A few days ago, the director mentioned in the crew that there is a pornographic film that is looking for handsome actors. Don't be fooled by my appearance, my son's figure is amazing. Maybe he will have a chance to film a sex scene with the director's 20-year-old new girlfriend. She has long legs and a thin waist, and she is so young. It's a great deal. When I tell him this news, he will definitely be very happy. He will have the opportunity to become a celebrity in the school and appear on the screen of the cinema."

The silver-haired lady next to him had a gloomy face and threw out a nine-piece cake and said:

"It's hard for a protagonist in a pornographic film to not be famous in school. Fortunately, I still have a fish ball shop. Even if my grandson can't get into a good school in the future, at least he won't starve to death at home, and he won't have to expose his butt in the cinema."

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Fan Wumian had no idea that because of his father, he had already lost all his image in the eyes of his neighbors.

Even many of the small vendors at the night market would not agree to let their decent daughters or granddaughters get to know and date him, let alone get married.

He had just had his hair cut, which was almost the style he wanted. Paired with a simple black short-sleeved shirt and jeans, he looked like a very energetic young man from any angle. His temperament was completely different from the long-haired guy just now.

Shanni, the female clerk who was helping Fan Wumian cut his hair, stared at him in the mirror again and again, and subconsciously said with emotion: "Brother, you are so handsome, it doesn't matter if I stay single and wait for you for a few years. Do you have a girlfriend?"

Her father was dyeing someone's hair black. He glanced over at her and said angrily, "What are you doing here? Just talk, why are you reaching out to touch this customer's face?"

Fan Wumian didn't care about it at all and said jokingly:
"Hey? Your fingertips touched my face. If you don't give me a discount on the price of my haircut, I'm not done with you, sister."

Shanni ignored her father, smiled and patted Fan Wumian's shoulder, saying:
"Brother, you are so good at talking. Others charge 40 yuan for a haircut, so I'll charge you 20 yuan. Remember to come and play more often in the future~"

Hearing these words that sounded like Feng Jie soliciting customers, her father was so angry that he rolled his eyes. He felt sad that he lost 20 yuan in profit, which was enough for him to buy a bowl of cart noodles.

He immediately muttered that a girl cannot be kept at home when she grows up, and he should find a man to marry her off as soon as possible, so that she would not be obsessed with him all day long.
(End of this chapter)