Chapter 385 Do you suffer from hair loss?

   "Then wait for me to find you to play, the time is already set." Fang Yan nodded, and then took the mobile phone to start playing games with Lin Han.

   It’s rare that there is so much time, and someone can win by lying down. Of course, we must seize the opportunity. Fang Yan and Lin Han have played many games together, and I always feel that Lin Han and An Chen play very similarly.

   An Chen was bored sitting on the chair, so he started sending messages to Wei Ze.

   "Grandpa Wei, I'm leaving for Shanghai the day after tomorrow."

   It was agreed to go to the school celebration to help. The score was sent out very early. Wei Ze has led the people selected from the academy to practice for a long time, but Wei Ze still insists on letting An Chen go.

   "You little bastard, I thought you forgot, send me the flight information, and I will pick you up at the airport the day after tomorrow."

   "How could you forget it? I'll just go to the academy to find you. Don't pick me up. It's a shame."

   "It's okay, I'll let Uncle Wei Yang go, he has time, and then let him take you directly to me."

   "What? I'm afraid I'll run away."

   "What do you mean, you haven't done this kind of thing very often." Wei Ze didn't follow the routine at all.

   "Okay, okay, I'll let Brother Jixuan post it later, see you the day after tomorrow, Grandpa bye." An Chen felt that he still had to recognize the form, if he didn't let someone pick him up, it would definitely be another nagging.

  Fu Yanxing was dealing with a little work on the side. The three of them had something to do anyway, and forty minutes would be up soon.

  The hair stylist came in and removed the things on An Chen's head, and then took it to wash his hair. Fu Yanxing also put away his phone and followed.

   "You deal with things, just wash your hair, why not follow me, you can't lose it." An Chen didn't want to waste Fu Yanxing's time.

   "It's already been dealt with, and the rest has been allocated." Fu Yanxing said while stepping forward to help An Chen's waist, lest she stretch out when she lay down.

   "It's almost ready." An Chen obediently closed his eyes, waiting for the hair stylist to wash his hair.

   "Why do you have to close your eyes? You can't even touch the water." Fu Yanxing looked at An Chen like this, it was so obedient, it was very different from some times, but it was cute.

   "I'm used to it." An Chen didn't speak after that, only the sound of splashing water could be heard.

  When An Chen was young, every time her mother washed her hair, she would close her eyes for fear of water or shampoo splashing inside. Although there was no mother to wash her hair afterwards, An Chen was also used to closing her eyes.

   "Okay, we can go in." The hair stylist wrapped An Chen's hair with a towel, then returned to the room and began to dry it.

  In fact, the light yellowish golden color after bleaching is very nice. An Chen struggled for a while when the hair stylist was drying his hair, and then decided to continue dyeing his hair, anyway, the color will fade sooner or later.

   "Brother, do you have wigs here?" An Chen had an idea, and then asked such a question.

   "Yes, I'll take you to see it after applying the hair dye."

   "What's the matter? Little Chenchen, do you suffer from hair loss?" Fang Yan was playing a game when he suddenly heard An Chen asking about the wig, and the question blurted out.

   "You are the one who suffers from hair loss! I have a lot of hair."

  If An Chen hadn't been dyeing his hair, he would have gone to find Fang Yan. He didn't think about what to do, so he planned to quit his game directly and let him feel what suffering in the world is.

   "Do you need to do styling after dyeing?" the hair stylist asked An Chen while applying hair dye.

   "I don't need it for now, but you can cut it a bit."

   "Okay, then I'll fix it for you later." After the hair stylist finished speaking, he continued to focus on the work in hand.

   People in the world are entangled by glory and profit, and they call it the sea of ​​suffering in the world, but they don't know that the clouds are white and the mountains are green, the flowers welcome the birds and laugh, and it is impossible to meditate. --Hong Yingming's "Tale of Vegetable Roots"

  

  

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