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. It is crowded with people, some wearing straw hats, some wearing towels, some drinking ice water, some eating popsicles , and it is very lively. The little girl licked her dry lips and swallowed her saliva with her hot and smoking throat. Her eyes were fixed on her grandmother's back in blue clothes. At this moment, she More than ever, I long for a cold ice cream to put in my mouth.
"Have you not come this time yet?" Mrs. Zhang walked to the intersection of and , looked around in disappointment and said such a sentence. The little girl also followed her grandmother's gaze, but she didn't catch anything except her face reddened by the sun, and of course she didn't know what her grandmother was thinking.
I simply bought a few things that were urgently needed at home. Sister-in-law Zhang, who was a little dizzy from the sun, was going home with her little granddaughter. "It's time for us to go back, you have nothing to buy." She looked at the little girl with cloudy eyes. The ice cream, popsicles, and ice cream that had been dancing in her mind for a long time disappeared in line, and the little girl swallowed. After drooling, he said timidly, "No."
And just like that, they started walking back. The narrow path left the grandparents and grandchildren getting smaller and smaller. They went back and gradually merged with the scorching sun, as if the bicycle could ride into the sun all the time, it was amazing.
"Lulu," Mrs. Zhang, who had parked her bicycle in the yard, stopped her little granddaughter, "Is it hot, come and wash your face and eat a piece of watermelon." Sister-in-law Zhang, who was walking in with something, fished it out from the bucket A green-skinned watermelon that had been soaked for almost three hours was cut open. The bright red watermelon flesh instantly defeated the hot weather, as if the whole house was filled with air-conditioning.
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The little girl ate watermelon with her head down and gulps. She collected the spit out watermelon seeds and put them on the window sill to dry them. After they were completely dry, they could eat the watermelon seeds. I learned this from my grandma. At a young age, if I hadn't grown up in such a poor family, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to learn these things.
"You can cut my hair later. It's hot and long, and it's hard to cover it." Sister-in-law Zhang had already wet her hair and was sitting on a chair waiting for her little hairdresser . The little girl lifted her eyes from the watermelon and looked at her grandma in surprise, "Me?" She pointed her index finger at herself, "I can't cut my hair !"
looked at her grandma and didn't answer , She seemed to suddenly understand the way her grandmother was looking at the market just now. It turned out that she was looking for an old man with a haircut who had been setting up a stall at the crossroads. There are several barbershops on street . You don't need to go to the market. There is also one in the village. Why doesn't grandma go to the barbershop for a haircut?
"Isn't there a barber shop?" The little girl couldn't hold back, but she still expressed her doubts. Sister-in-law Zhang tied the apron to her body, which was basically the same as the barber shop. "The barber shop is too expensive. We can just cut a few times, and we can do it ourselves." She looked firmly at her little granddaughter, and it was done Prepare.
"Just use these scissors." She pointed to the scissors that had been used for many years in her daily life, and indicated with her eyes that her little granddaughter could start. The little girl put down the watermelon in her hand. She couldn't care about the watermelon at all. At this moment, she had a more important task - to cut her grandma's hair.
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Although she is still a little girl under ten years old, she still takes on this important task.She ran into the yard to wash her hands, dry them on her trousers, and ran into the house like the wind. Grandma is waiting for her haircut, is this the greatest trust in her among her six grandchildren?
A little surprised, a little apprehensive, the little girl decisively picked up the usual pair of scissors and stared at her customer - her grandmother's long hair - like a real hairdresser. Although it was her first time as a hairdresser, she was very serious, as meticulous as doing math problems in school.
The minutes passed, and sweat dripped from the little girl's forehead. It was hard sweat. She widened her eyes and held her breath, for fear that she might accidentally destroy the artwork in her hand. One point, one point, hair kept falling on the dirty floor covered with only a layer of cement, more and more, more and more.
After about forty minutes, the little girl finally made her debut as a hairdresser. She took two steps back and looked at her grandmother's hairstyle like a work of art. "Yes, yes." She nodded with a smile, put down the scissors in her hand, and let out a sigh of relief.
"Okay, it's much cooler now." Mrs. Zhang took off the green plaid apron tied around her neck, walked to the mirror and looked left and right, "Not bad, really good, same as the first-class barber in the barber shop. The craftsmanship is the same, from now on, grandma's hair will be taken care of by you." Both of them laughed.
