My sister was eight years old in 1994. That year she was called bald for a year. Because the man who did the haircut was so bad, he cut my sister's hair directly close to her scalp. . .
In our rural areas, peanut seeds for the second year must be prepared at the end of each year. At that time, there were no peanut growers for sale, and there was no automatic peanut peeling machine.
My father took us children and sat at the door peeling peanuts. After eating every morning, it’s time to start work. Everyone gets their portion, mine was half a bag of peanuts. The second brother got half a bag, and the elder sister got a whole bag of peanuts.
Basically, my sister has to work for a day.
That day, we were peeling peanuts. Suddenly, the person doing the braiding at the door came again and shouted, "Putting your hair in braids, braiding your hair."
My dad looked at my sister's big braids, which should have reached her waist at that time.
My dad just glanced at my sister, and my sister was so frightened that she quickly ran to the back room. My second brother and I were shocked. We didn’t know what was going on. Why did my sister run away?
After a while, my dad carried my sister out and shouted, "Come back, hair collector."
My sister was led out of the door by my dad, and my second brother and I trotted after her.
The person who was tying her hair saw my sister’s eyes light up. I quickly said, "Come, come, are you selling it?"
My dad asked, "How much does her hair cost?"
"It depends on how you cut it. If you keep it longer, it's 35 cheaper, if you keep it shorter, it's 50. !”
My dad looked at my sister’s hair and said, “50 is fine.”
My sister wanted to leave, but my dad held her down on the stool and couldn’t move.
The person who was tying the hair took out the glowing scissors, and his eyes were shining along with it. Because my sister’s hair is very thick, with a lot of volume, and she has big braids.
My sister was trembling with fear. The man smiled and said, "Don't move, girl, the scissors are very fast."
The man was really good at using scissors. He cut close to my sister's scalp and cut her hair in handfuls. fall.
My sister was crying and watching her hair fall out. . .
After a while, my sister’s braid disappeared.
When we saw our sister, who was almost bald, we couldn't stop laughing.
My dad kicked us hard and we were kicked away.
My sister touched her head and started crying. The person who trimmed the hair said, "My dear, don't cry, don't cry. I'll fix it for you. It's okay. It's still growing, but it's not like it's stopped growing, right."
Because when the braids were cut, there were bumps, and this kind of trimming was even more serious. short.
At this time, mothers from other families also came over with their children, and those who heard about braiding also came running over. When I saw my sister's appearance, I couldn't stop laughing.
Several naughty children all laughed at my sister for having a bald head. Because my sister has a big head, otherwise why would she have big braids?
My sister ran home crying, and my second brother and I were secretly having fun at the same time. As a child, what do you know at the age of five or six? Thinking about it now, it was so stupid. . .
My dad also came home. When my second brother and I saw my dad coming back, we were so scared that we sat down and peeled peanuts.
My dad also sat down and started peeling peanuts.
My second brother and I saw my sister crying in the house and had a problem with not working. The second brother asked, "Dad, why don't my sister come over to work?"
When my father heard what the second brother said, he glared at him. The second brother was so frightened that he hurried to work, and I didn't dare to look around.
In the afternoon, my dad pulled my sister out to work. After all, you can’t cry all the time, you still have to work.
We can't help but peek at my sister and want to laugh when we see her bald head. And when my sister sees us smiling, she cries. . .
My dad couldn't stand the two of us anymore, so he just went up and slapped each of us. We both cried profusely, and we were trembling with fear when my dad stood up and raised his arms.
"Kneel down there!"
We couldn't escape after all, we still had to kneel down.
We looked at each other and knelt down obediently.
But my sister was still crying. After a while, my dad said, "Which of you two dares to get up and see if I don't break your legs? Just look at them here and tell me who moves."
My sister cried and nodded. . .
My dad is gone and I don’t know what to do.
It didn’t take long before we both couldn’t hold on any longer. Our knees hurt while we were kneeling. But I didn't dare to get up because I was too scared of my dad.
"Sister, my legs hurt, , sister..." I begged my sister in a crying voice. The second brother also quickly followed me and said, "Sister, I feel pain too. My legs hurt so much that I can't stand it anymore."
My sister glared at both of us, but she still softened her heart and said, "Get up, our dad will kneel down as soon as he comes back."
Me My second brother and I were so happy that we quickly got up.
We were sitting and playing together, but we still glanced at my sister's head from time to time. After reading it, they looked at each other and wanted to laugh but had to hold it in. Because I don’t dare to make my sister angry anymore. If she cries again, we will really kneel until dark.
My sister doesn’t know whether she noticed us or not. She just peeled the peanuts in her hands with tears from time to time.
After a long time, my dad came back. My sister quickly said, "Hurry up, our dad is back..."
We both rolled and crawled, and hurriedly went to kneel down.
My dad came back with a lot of things in his hand. Because there is a new girl in Uncle Wu’s family, I should buy flowers for her.
As soon as we saw Dad buying something, we hurried over to pick up what Dad was holding and take a look at what he was buying. My dad was stunned for a moment and said nothing when he saw how enthusiastic we two were.
Then my dad took one to my sister and said, "It's for you."
My sister was so happy when she saw with on the head. Because every year, the flowers given to my sister by others are given to other people’s children by my father. That way you don't have to spend money to buy it.
But when she was about to put it on her head, she suddenly remembered that she had no hair. . .
then started to cry again, crying while looking at the flowers on his head.
"Don't cry, they will grow next year. Hide your flowers and don't lose them again. This is the only one you have for the New Year this year." When my sister heard this, she quickly got up and went to hide the flowers on her head. Get up and go.
From then on, whenever my sister went out, she would be laughed at by naughty children, saying she was bald and a tomboy. She would always run home crying. When my second brother and I saw it, we would pick up stones on the roadside and hit those guys who laughed at my sister.
But that year, my sister finally got her own hair. On New Year's Day, she took her own flowers and made countless gestures on her head. Although it fell off as soon as she put it on, she smiled so happily and sweetly. . .
