Upward tenderness

 　　There is a small barber shop 300 meters away from the community. Compared with the bottom store downstairs in the community, its location is a bit out of the way, and the storefront is smaller - only 4 barber chairs can be placed; there are even fewer staff, only two barbers, one male and one female, and an apprentice. During the peak season, the 3 people were so busy that they didn't even have time for lunch.

　　When I first entered the store, it was because I had a boy in my family, and the little guy kept moving his head involuntarily during the haircut, which gave all the barbers in the store where I got the card a headache.

　　A friend recommended this humble shop after learning that I was looking for a patient hairdresser. She briefly introduced: "Last time my husband cut his hair, the female hairdresser in the shop found out that he had a small amount of gray hair and had no intention of dyeing it, so she took the trouble to find the gray hair one by one and help him cut it off Yes ."

　　Sure enough, the first time I cut my son's hair, the tall female hairdresser with short chestnut hair did not dislike the child's hyperactivity like other colleagues, and cut it very patiently. After cutting and drying her hair, she held my son's head lightly in both hands and held it in place, looking left and right in the mirror, as if an artist was critically admiring her work.

　　If it weren't for the little guy who couldn't sit still, she even wanted to give him a free hair sculpture - for example, a small five-pointed star pattern was shaved on the already well-cut inch head.

　　And that's only $10 in total.

　　With the first satisfaction, our family of three became regular customers there and chatted with the female barber when we cut our hair.

　　She is very talkative and can catch up on everything from funds to vegetable prices. Occasionally mentioning her little son who is in kindergarten, her eyes will laugh into two crescent moons, filled with unspeakable joy and happiness.

　　Over time, I have a general understanding of some of her family conditions. The family of three has no worries about food and clothing. Even though my husband always loses money in business, he only works with low wages and long working hours, but with this barber shop opened in partnership with a friend, the income is acceptable.

　　She has no complaints about life, and is even full of tenderness and sweetness in her heart. The breath of a happy person can please others, and we later became good chat friends during the haircut.

　　I still don't know her name, and when I mention her to others, I only use "female hairdresser" instead. Does she do the same to me?

　　The hurried life has made us accustomed to regard some people and things as the background board of life. Just like the hibiscus and peaches on the roadside, as long as the branches and leaves are lush and the flowers bloom, we will approach and appreciate it unconsciously, but we don’t need to know it.

　　I always thought that female barbers liked to chat, but when she was off at home that day and found a barber shop to do her hair during the most free time, she unexpectedly found that she spoke very little. There are not many customers, she is very focused on watching videos to learn about haircuts.

　　It was supposed to be a video on how to fix broken hair, and she was already watching it when I came in. At that time, the male hairdresser in the store was on the phone, and the worker in charge of shampooing was also looking down and playing with his mobile phone. Seeing me come in, she turned the tablet up to full volume and helped me with my hair while listening.

　　She listened so carefully that when I didn't understand a certain part of what I was talking to her, she would smile and say "sorry" to me, then take off the disposable gloves used for dyeing my hair, play back the video, and listen to it again. again.

　　In the mirror, looking at her who was applying softener to my hair while listening to her class "with one mind and two uses", I was extremely moved. It seems that people who are nearly 40 years old are so serious that they can't bear to be disturbed.

　　Later, when she was not in the store, the male barber cut my hair, and I learned more of her story in the small talk.

　　She is from the mountainous area of ​​southern Shaanxi. She dropped out of school after completing 9 years of compulsory education, and came to work in Xi'an with her fellow villagers. At that time, the male barber was a gold medal barber in a shop, and she was just an apprentice who had not gone through formal hairdressing studies.

　　But she is diligent and eager to learn. Whenever she is free, she stands beside the masters to watch the haircuts. She is also respectful and courteous to the masters, and slowly she has learned a good craft.

　　She started cutting the hair of her family and friends, and then kept improving her haircuts for every customer. In the end, she partnered with the male barber to open this small shop and became a real barber.

　　"It's not easy for her. She has been a hairdresser for several years. She is busy cutting hair for clients in the peak season, and insists on reading books and watching videos to learn in the off-season." The male barber laughed at himself, "However, I I also admire her very much - now more people are looking for her haircut than me!"

　　This sentence gently hit the softest corner of my heart. Yes, as we grow older, we will always find that there are some people who do not start very high, but fly to the front with light wings.

　　They kept accumulating and moving up in time, and finally one day, the accumulation of little by little, formed a gentle but unstoppable force.