Sun Wenqu sat on the chair, and Xiaoji looked around him: "You haven't done your hair well for a year, right? You haven't taken care of it, right? You're a little like a mushroom now."

Before Sun Wenqu could speak, he waved to his assistant again: "Amy helps me bring that bag."

"Three years." Sun Wenqu said.

The hairstylist didn't call tonykevinandypeter...the assistant chose one from lucyselinaamyhellen.

The appearance of this little chi doesn't match his name. She looks very sunny, has a mustache, and her hair is shaved in circles. She tied a braid on the top of her head, her hair is slightly dyed blue, and her eyebrows and ear bones are tied with shiny metal nails.

"Brother Sun," Xiaoji turned to his eyes again, bent down and stared at him for a long time, "You have a good face and a very fashionable look. Do you want to dye it and try a fashionable and ostentatious look?"

Sun Wenqu looked at the blue sky-rushing cannon above his head, and was silent for a while before speaking: "No."

Xiaoji was a little disappointed with this short answer, but it did not affect his service quality. After confirming that Sun Wenqu only needed to cut his hair short and his styling was enough to leave Master Wang at the entrance of the village, he started construction very seriously.

"Although handsome guys who dare to show their foreheads are really handsome guys, it's okay to show your foreheads," Xiaoji introduced his design ideas to him while cutting, "But your face looks better with a little bang..."

"Are you talking to me?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Yes." Xiaoji said.

"Don't tell me, just cut it." Sun Wenqu said.

"Oh," Xiaoji nodded, "but the bangs cannot grow..."

Sun Wenqu looked at him, and he glanced at the assistant next to him: "I'm talking to my amy now."

"Yeah, I'm not energetic." Amy said weakly.

Xiaoji's styling service is very valuable. It took more than three hours to finish it. Sun Wenqu almost fell asleep on his scissors several times in the middle of the way.

"How is it? Are you satisfied?" Xiaoji asked.

Sun Wenqu nodded in the mirror. Although this person talked a lot, his skills were indeed good. The self in the mirror changed suddenly, moving from the countryside to the fashionable metropolis.

"Brother Sun, you're suitable for brighter colors," Xiaoji said while packing things, "Don't always wear black. You can try colorful clothes for your skin."

Sun Wenqu's mind for no reason, he looked like he was wearing a pink shirt and tights, and he coughed: "Oh."

After packing up, Xiaoji stared at him and turned around twice. After going out, he pulled the door frame and added, "Remember to call me if my hair is long and I will come here to repair it for you." Then he went downstairs.

Sun Wenqu was a little sleepy, but he didn't have time to sleep for a while. Li Bowen called half an hour later and said, "I'm at your doorstep. I'll wait for you..."

"I'll go out now." Sun Wenqu stood up and entered the bedroom. He didn't want to let Li Bowen enter his room anymore.

You can try colorful clothes for your skin.

Sun Wenqu thought about Xiaoji's words, looked at the black and gray clothes in the closet and tickled, casually pulled out a black coat and put it on and went out.

After not seeing each other for three years, Li Bowen gained weight a lot, and changed from her original sweater needle to her chopsticks, and nothing else changed much.

When he saw him, he shouted exaggeratedly and ran over and hugged him hard. Sun Wenqu pushed him several times before he broke free. According to Li Bowen's posture, if he didn't push him away, he should kiss him.

"Look, I've lost so much," Li Bowen took a step back and patted his shoulder hard, "I have to eat more to make up for it at night!"

"Get in the car." Sun Wenqu went over and opened the passenger's door, and then was stunned.

A girl was sitting in the passenger seat and was smiling at him awkwardly.

"This is my girlfriend, Zhao He," Li Bowen came over and introduced it, "This is my best buddy I have told you, Sun Wenqu."

"Brother Sun." Zhao He called him.

"Hello." Sun Wenqu greeted her, opened the door of the back seat and got in.

Zhao He looks average, but looks very quiet. He is the one Li Bowen likes, the jasper-shaped one. It is probably hers.

Just when he thought of the miserable use of toiletries that did not match her appearance, he felt a little indescribable.

I was too lazy to talk along the way.

However, his unhappy mood was squeezed apart after arriving at the hotel. He and Li Bowen arrived last. There were about a dozen people in the private room, and they shouted as soon as they pushed the door.

Just as these sounds came to his face, Sun Wenqu found a long-lost sense of inexplicable security mixed with boredom and irritability.

Although when he mentioned this feeling to Ma Liang before, Ma Liang attributed this to his lack of motivation.

If you don’t think about it, don’t think about it.

He didn't know how to count himself as motivated. His family, his elders and friends around him, and his motivated was to follow his father to make pottery.

Because my father is a master, and the master's son happens to have a comprehension that exceeds ordinary people in this regard, he should naturally make progress on this.

Sun Wenqu could no longer remember when he started to hate making pottery. It was very early... Maybe it started with the pot that made everyone think that he was born for pottery when he was ten years old.

The relationship with my dad seemed to have become less good since then.

When he thought of this, he felt a little irritable, especially as soon as he sat down, Luo Peng leaned against him, put his shoulder with one hand, and held the cell phone in front of him with the other: "Ask Qu, look at this..."

"Get out." Sun Wenqu saw the purple clay teapot with no appreciation value on the phone screen and suddenly burst into flames and pushed Luo Peng away.

"Are you an idiot?" Li Bowen came over and took Luo Peng's phone and looked at it and scolded him. "You fucking don't know that he was annoyed by this. As soon as he came back, he put this thing on and let him see it. You're in the water!"

Luo Peng sighed and said a few more times: "Your bad temper has not changed at all."

"You don't have some vision to see you, you're the same as before." Someone continued with a smile.

"Damn." Luo Peng sighed again.

"I'll show you what it means to be able to see," Li Bowen patted his shoulder, turned around the box and asked, "Where is the thing?"

"Where is this!" Someone brought him a long wooden box.

Li Bowen took it and put the box on the chair beside Sun Wenqu: "This is for you."

"What?" Sun Wenqu's finger bounced the box and looked at it. The dark brown wooden box was carved with flowers, and the carving was very good.

"You can't recognize this?" Li Bowen smiled.

Sun Wenqu also smiled: "Thank you."

"Don't thank me, I just mentioned, my dad went to find it, I don't know where to do it," Li Bowen sat next to him and stretched, "You are the real son... I really envy you."

"You go and try to be my father's own son for a few days first, and then you'll be envious." Sun Wenqu said in a muffled voice.

"You don't understand," Li Bowen pulled the corner of his mouth and glanced at him, "You don't understand this feeling."

"I don't understand much," Sun Wenqu said. Li Bowen is not common, but he is too lazy to study. "Then I have to go see my real father. Is your father at home these two days?"

"At home, even if you are not at home, he will come home and wait for you if you call him." Li Bowen raised his head and looked at the light on the top of the private room.

Li Bowen's father and his father are childhood friends, so Li Bowen and him are childhood friends. The two families have always had a good relationship for decades.

With this relationship, even if Sun Wenqu is sometimes unhappy with Li Bowen, he will maintain the same appearance in person. He likes Uncle Li very much. Uncle Li is not as good as his father. He is usually very kind to children and is especially nice to him, so he always likes to chat with Uncle Li very much.

When everyone was here, the waiter started serving the dishes in the private room. The dish Li Bowen chose was quite suitable for his taste, and several dishes were what he usually liked to eat.

Sun Wenqu patted Li Bowen: "I'm sorry."

"Hurry up and eat a few bites of food," said Li Bowen, "You will suffer later."

Sun Wenqu Xiaoxiao, he knew what Li Bowen meant.

Sure enough, after taking a few bites, the group of people came over with wine glasses: "I haven't seen each other for three years, so I have to drink a few drinks!"

Sun Wenqu had average alcohol content and usually drank red wine. Today, all the cups were white. After he poured them all, he felt his stomach burned.

Fortunately, these people all know that they are really anxious. Sun Wenqu can lift the table on the spot. After a round, they all go back to the table and sit down and start eating and chatting.

"Ask the Qu, after eating, go to sober up and sober up." Someone said something from the other side.

"Hmm?" Sun Wenqu was stunned. According to his previous habits, he would change places to drink after eating, or play cards. Usually, it was Li Bowen's bar. Can these things be sober?

"We're changing the game now," Luo Peng waved his hand and pointed at the people on the table. "All of them are people who are about to enter middle age..."

"You are middle-aged!" Zhang Lin, who had been smiling happily beside him, slapped him on the arm, "How do you say it!"

"It's just how to speak!" A group of people followed suit.

"If Zhang Lin wants to put it there, she has to be considered a house flower," Sun Wenqu took a sip of tea, "I'm middle-aged."

"That's..." Zhang Lin looked at him again after saying that, "What does Louhua mean?"

"We are the Flower of the Corridor, there are three households in our Corridor now," Sun Wenqu pointed, "I, a pair of old men and old ladies, and an old widower... If you go, you will definitely be the Flower of the Corridor."

"Sun Wenqu, you bastard, squatted down while squatting!" Zhang Lin pointed at him and cursed.

After a long time of trouble, Sun Wenqu understood that in order to strengthen their bodies, these people now regard the bar KTV as a beast and changed from sensuality to sports. However, the gym is too tiring, and in order to show that they are essentially fashionable and square dance, they usually go to clubs.

"After a while, there is an outdoor club just at the back door of the park. We always go there to play rock climbing," said Li Bowen.

"Rock climbing?" Sun Wenqu immediately leaned on the chair when he heard this, "I won't go."

"No, you'll know when you go, it's quite interesting," Luo Peng said. "I'll go when I'm fine, and sometimes I go out with their outdoor group..."

"I won't go." Sun Wenqu repeated again. He would rather drink in Li Bowen's bar than climbing the wall after dinner.

However, his resistance was ineffective. After dinner, a group of people dragged him to the back door of the park, but the car didn't drive.

This club is very large and is the headquarters. It is said that there are several branches. The headquarters is located on the mountain in the park, so there are also outdoor venues for rock climbing. Compared with those who only have indoor equipment, there are many people coming.

Today is not a weekend, but it is night again, so people are still doing well. As soon as I enter the club gate, I see a few people hanging by the mountain. Inside it is indoors, with seven or eight hanging up and down, and children.

"Oh," Sun Wenqu was a little dizzy. He could go to the gym every day, but he was not very interested in this kind of exercise. "Just hang in five minutes, I can vomit all the food I just had."
To be continued...