Soon Han Jimei discovered how outrageous his imagination was.

Of course, Chu Kuang would not write a kind of plot that is satirical for the sake of satire.

[In this wealthy family, there are two things that are most precious, one is the gold watch handed down by Mr. A and the other is the hair of Dela. If a rich and beautiful woman lives in the apartment opposite the patio, Mrs. A will one day hang her hair outside the window to dry, making the lady's jewelry and gifts dwarf. If a rich man piles all his wealth in the basement, Mr. A will take out his gold watch every time he passes there, so that the other party can be so jealous that he will stare at the beard.]

This is an extremely special way of expression.

Because Lan Xing does not have the English-Chinese accent, the first time I read this kind of text expression, Han Jimei felt it was difficult to speak, but she actually felt a strong sense of interest.

Well, Han Jimei already knows that Mrs. A is planning to sell her hair.

This was a difficult decision, because it was what Mrs. A loved and proud of.

[Her beautiful hair was scattered on her body, like a small black waterfall, swelling and shining.

Her hair was hanging down to the bottom of her knees, as if she had put a piece of clothing on her.

She was nervous and quickly combed her hair.

She hesitated for a while and stood quietly, with one or two tears splashing on the shabby red carpet.]

The more the text describes how beautiful Mrs. A's hair is,

Han Jimei could feel the reluctance and bitterness of this woman.

But this woman finally sold her once proud hair and successfully exchanged it for twenty yuan.

The gift she bought was a white watch strap worth 23 yuan, which was a huge gain after she bargained with her boss for half an hour.

Mrs. A was happy and excited when she returned home with the only 80 cents left.

turn out to be……

【Mr. Although the watch is luxurious, he sometimes just glances at it because he only uses an old leather belt instead of the bracelet.】

When she got home, she looked in the mirror repeatedly.

With short hair, she tied a bandage, like a primary school student who skipped class.

Only then did she start to worry.

Will the sir be angry?

Will you scold me hard?

After all, he has praised his hair countless times. Without his long hair, is he still so beautiful in his heart?

She was worried.

Seeing this, Han Jimei couldn't help but feel sorry for this woman.

If there was a Tang Dynasty in this world, Han Jimei would definitely think of the saying "poor and humble couples are sad" and then worry about it.

But what should come will always come.

The story is still from Mrs. A's perspective:

[The door opened, and her husband walked in and closed it casually. He was thin and very serious. Poor man, he was only twenty-two years old, and he took on the burden of his family! He also needed a new coat, not even gloves.]

She really loves her husband.

It’s not that Chu Kuang has been using words to describe how sincere her love is, but that there are many emotions that can be seen through the details between the lines.

Will sir be angry?

Han Jimei was a little afraid to look down, but she continued to look:

["Did you cut your hair?" asked the gentleman with difficulty, as if he had not figured out the obvious fact after racking his brains.]

Is this considered anger?

Like Mrs. A, Han Jimei was curious about Mr. Yu’s psychology at this moment. She didn’t know if the next moment would be a big slap.

Only scumbags would do this!

If this is the case, she will not read Chu Kuang's novels easily in the future.

["Not only cut it, but also sold it." Mrs. a asked, "Anyway, do you still like me the same way? Although I have no hair, I am still me, aren't I?"]

She was so cautious that she was a little humble.

The story is coming to an end now.

Han Jimei couldn't figure out how this story would end until she saw the next passage:

【The gentleman took out a pack of things from his coat pocket and threw it on the table.

"Don't have any misunderstandings about me, my dear." He said, "Whether it's haircut, face trimming, or washing my hair, my love for my girl will never be reduced. But just by opening the bag, you will understand why you stunned me just now."

The white fingers quickly tore open the ropes and foreskin paper. Then there was a ecstatic shout; then, oh! The tears and crying of the woman suddenly turned into a female neurotic tears and immediately needed the owner of the apartment to comfort her.]

It's a comb!

What the gentleman took out was the comb inserted into his hair—

A complete set of hair combs, for temples and for backs, everything;

It was originally in a window on the busiest street in the far away of the apartment. Mrs. A had longed for something for a long time, but it was too expensive and she couldn't bear to leave it and had no money to buy it.

This is made of pure tortoiseshell! A beautiful hair comb with jewelry on the edge!

I will match Mrs. A's lost hair salon, and the color is really perfect, but it will be gone.

The lady knew that this hair comb was very expensive and she had been fascinated by her for a long time, but she had never had hope of possessing it. Now it was actually owned by her, but the hair that she wore these long-awaited ornaments was gone.

“…”

Han Jimei opened her mouth wide.

She couldn't describe her mood at this moment.

However, the text truthfully restored Mrs. A's mood with details: [She held this hair comb in her arms and kept putting it on her arms. After a long time, she could lift her misty tears and said to the gentleman with a smile: "My hair grows very fast!"]

Then Mrs. A took out her watch strap.

She looked at her husband expectantly and said, "I'm pretty, Jim? I only found it when I traveled all over the city. Now you have to look at the watch hundreds of times every day. Give me your watch, and I want to see how it looks on the watch."

Han Jimei smiled.

Although Mrs. A sold her hair, the gentleman was not angry, but sighed that the comb had temporarily lost its place to use it.

very nice.

The ending of the story is really full of beautiful images, making people almost unable to help but want to fall in love, even though Han Jimi is a married woman.

Have a sip of tea.

Han Jimei looked at the last paragraph of text. She thought it would be a summary paragraph. She liked to summarize the short story at the end.

For example, "This is a beautiful love" or something?

Seeing the next paragraph, the tea she spoke almost sprayed onto the magazine:

[The gentleman did not do as she said.

He just fell on the couch, pillowing his head with his hands on his head and laughed: "We put the Christmas gifts aside and keep them for now. They are so good. It's a pity to use them now - I sold the gold watch and exchanged them for money to buy your hair comb."]

The story comes to an abrupt end here.
Chapter completed!