在床上辗转反侧一个多小时,还是睡不着,百无聊赖,婉儿一咕噜爬了起来,挠挠头皮,望着镜中无精打采的样子,去东尼美发店,把这一头烦恼丝剪掉,就能振奋了。年轻时失恋,她就去剪发,长发一绺一绺被剪掉,好像忧伤也正缕缕飘去,镜中短发的我,不再是那个伤感的旧我了。东尼美发店就在楼下,门半开着,婉儿撩起门帘走进去,一个大男孩从床上一跃而起,姐来了,想怎么做头发?婉儿一屁股坐在靠门的那把椅子上,面无表情地说,剪短发。 Tilted in the bed more than an hour, or sleep, bored, Ms Murr climbed up, scratching the scalp, looking at the listlessness of the mirror, to the Tony Hair salon, the trouble of this cut off the wire, you can inspire It’s Young romance, she went to the haircut, hair cut one by one, was cut off, as if sadness is plumes, the short hair in the mirror, I am no longer the sad old me. Tony hair salon on the downstairs, the door half open, politely lifted the curtain to go in, a big boy jumped from the bed, sister came, want to do the hair? That chair, blankly said, cut short hair.