When I was young, dyeing my hair was very popular in the city where I worked. One noon in summer, I went to the biggest beauty salon on a whim. I gave the main barber in the shop a black hair. He took a swatch watch and asked for advice. I nodded at random and handed it to him. Two and a half hours later, I received the task of shooting in the afternoon during my nap, only to find a red-haired monster standing in the mirror. Suddenly collapsed, trying to calm the madness in my heart, looking at the main scissors and saying nothing.
"What you said goes well with your complexion, so I chose this chestnut red. How has it changed? " The main barber also wondered how the maroon he chose became fiery red. "It may be because of your hair quality. Some customers will fade, but basically it will be fine to wash it several times." "Don't have time to discuss this problem with you. Borrow your hat. I'll come back after work and see how to solve the problem. " Grabbed his sun hat, stuffed all his long hair in, rushed out of the store and galloped away. The meeting room was full of people, so I carried my camera on my back and tried to avoid the positive shooting of the company leaders. Today, the feeling of being at home is still very clear.
After work, I went straight to the barber shop. Ying, the shopkeeper, is already waiting. She has only been an apprentice for ten years, and there are many versions of legends in this city. Every day, I seldom come to the store. So, seeing her in person, I feel more beautiful and quieter than the person on the storefront poster. Ying said sorry, rubbed my hair tip with her hand and said, "Your hair is too soft, and it's easy to get out of shape when dyed. Let's fade first and make some repairs. Shall I help you choose the color paste for dyeing in a couple of days? " Only in this way, I nodded.
Three days later, my waist-length hair shone with golden light, lining a white face, depicting a touch of exotic customs. I like this. The next day, I had an interview task, so I went to the construction site happily and made a record. What an honor!
My mother firmly rejected me. "Don't go into the house until you dye your hair back." In her mind, all abnormal behaviors do not conform to traditional cultural standards.
After quarreling with my mother for a week, I moved in to help and invited my mother's best friend Li Yi to make peace. I naturally used the words that children's lives are up to them to resolve their mother's dissatisfaction.
So, when I came back from my business trip again, my mother accepted my eating at the dinner table with an extremely low enthusiasm and said, "Eat slowly, choke." Good hair is dyed like this, and I'm not afraid of people pointing fingers. "
"Everyone is used to it. Does not affect my life and work. " I put down my chopsticks, looked at my mother and smiled: "It's not like Aunt Li came to intercede. Are you really going to keep me from going home? " Mother also smiled, "that's not hungry for you. I just looked at it, and this blonde hair is not difficult to accept. "
Oh, smell it, my heart is finally settled. After nearly ten years, I was blonde and sunny.
A few days ago, I was on a business trip for this project and met Qiao Yu. "You always do your best at the best age. It is open when it is open. " She looked at me and smiled and said, "I remember your blonde shawl best, the way you ran around the construction site, your chic and your personality."
"It's all over," I said with a smile. "Now I dare not stay blonde, I just want to be quiet."
"This is another state of you. When you want to be quiet, you will suddenly become quiet. Although we rarely meet, every time we update in cyberspace, people can always see the beauty of life in your eyes. There seems to be nothing you can't get through and let go. " Qiao Yu said seriously.
"That's true, life has always been very good to me and has always given me the best gift. For example, work, such as friendship, such as understanding the world. " Qiao Yu's words made me instantly understand the meaning of life.
I know Qiao Yu, my family base in Xinyang. I went to visit a child, Mei Lan, for a hundred days. "This is Qiao Yu, whose daughter is one day older than mine." When Mei Lan spoke, she introduced Qiao Yu to us. "Hello, welcome to my home." Qiao Yu loves to laugh. Her round face, big eyes and Zhu Shazhi on her forehead left a deep impression on me.
A few years later, she successfully completed her postgraduate studies in Chinese language and literature, was hired by the unit, worked in the office for a period of time, went to the first-line project and engaged in office business. Internal sorting, uploading and distributing, information submission, graphic compilation, logistics support and other work are orderly. There are often essays about life and work.
"I don't have much ambition, I just want to use what I have learned." Qiao Yu has moved six or seven projects, and the office work has not made the leaders in charge manage too much energy.
"This epidemic, the school has not resumed classes, and the children have been following us on the project." Qiao Yu's daughter is a graduate student at school. Her hard-working words and deeds set an example for her children. "Mei Lan's family already has a job, right?"
"Yes, I work in a hospital in Wenzhou." I nodded. Mei Lan was killed in a car accident for more than 20 years. Her children went to work in Zhejiang after graduating from college.
"How fast, don't blame the years for getting old." Qiao Yu felt that his sideburns were white. She hopes that in three or two years, when her children settle down after school, they can study again. "After all, the project is trivial, and they can't wander in the sea of books to explore their hearts."
I can't agree with you more. At the stage when social progress and impetuousness cannot be completely abandoned, reading is undoubtedly still the best way to guide us to listen to our own voices.
Similarly, my cognition also determines my perspective on things. When I arrived at the construction site when I was young, my eyes were full of towering and solid reinforced concrete structures. Now it seems to be the warmth of the building. Time has infiltrated everything into peace.
In the construction site, I took a group of films about the bridge construction, accompanied by pictures of me trying on cheongsam, and made a circle to print the pictures. A message caught my attention, but it was Zhao Ying. She said: "I still remember the first time I saw Sister Mao, her hair was waist-high and her black skirt was gorgeous. Nowadays, the style is different and adds more meaning. "
Seeing a face-like text, the memory of her gradually emerged, and I replied to her: "Thank you. I still remember your back in the office on a snowy night. "
She is the ex-wife of my former colleague, who believes in Buddhism. She teaches Chinese in an adult university in the city and goes to the temple to help the host do something within her power every day.
Seeing my reply, she left a sentence: "A part of our life is in other people's lives. The longer we stay elsewhere, the wider we will be and the more complete we will be. "
Yes, I said to myself, life is always composed of ordinary fireworks in life, and a person's inner growth will be smoked until you are confused and silent. For example, love is not an end, but right is life. For example, some people obviously look friendly, but in fact they just like being alone. Being friendly to others is self-cultivation, and being alone is personality.
After all, when we accept the gift of life, we should respect life.