Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Soon Han Jimei discovered how outrageous her brain supplement was.

Of course Chu Kuang would not write that kind of plot for the sake of irony.

[In this not-so-rich family, there are two most precious things, one is Mr. A's three-generation ancestral gold watch, and the other is Mrs. A's hair. If a rich and beautiful woman lived in the apartment across from the patio, Mrs. A. would hang her hair out the window to dry one day, dwarfing the lady's jewelry and presents. If a rich man piled all his wealth in the basement, Mr. A would take out his gold watch every time he passed there, so that he would blow his beard and stare with envy. 】

This is a very special way of expression.

Because Blue Star doesn't have the accent of English-Chinese translation, Han Jimei found it difficult to pronounce when reading this kind of expression for the first time, but also found it very interesting.

Well, Han Jimei already knew that Mrs. A was planning to sell her hair.

It was a difficult decision, because this is what Mrs. A loves and is proud of.

[Her beautiful hair is scattered around her body, like a small black waterfall, rushing and shining.

Her hair fell down to her knees, as if it had been spread out for her.

Nervously, she hurriedly combed her hair.

She hesitated for a moment, then stood still, a tear or two splashing on the battered red carpet. 】

The more the words describe how beautiful Mrs. A's hair is,

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

But the woman finally sold her once-proud hair and successfully exchanged it for 20 yuan.

And the gift she bought was a white watch strap, worth twenty-three yuan, which was a huge gain after half an hour of bargaining with the boss.

Mrs. A was overjoyed when she returned home with the only 80 cents left on her body.

turn out to be……

[Although Mr.'s watch is luxurious, but because he only uses an old leather strap instead of the chain, he sometimes just glances at it secretly. 】

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

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

That's when she started to worry.

Mr. will be angry, right?

Will you scold me severely?

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

She hesitated and felt anxious.

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

If there is a Tang Dynasty in this world, Han Jimei will definitely think of the saying that "poor couples are sad for everything", and then worry about it.

But what should come will always come.

The story is still from the perspective of Mrs. A:

[The door opens, and her husband walks in, closing the door behind him. He was thin and very serious. Poor thing, he's only twenty-two--and the burden of the family! He also needs a new coat and doesn't even have gloves. 】

She really loves her husband.

It's not that Chu Kuang has been using words to describe how sincere her love is, but the 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 finally continued to look down:

["Have you cut your hair off?" asked Mr. laboriously, as if, after racking his brains, he had not grasped the obvious fact. 】

Does this count as anger?

Like Mrs. A, Han Jimei was curious about her husband's state of mind at the moment. She didn't know if a big slap would come over her the next moment——

Only a scumbag would do this!

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

【"It was not only cut, but also sold." Madam A asked: "No matter what, do you still like me the same? Although I don't have hair, I'm still me, aren't I?"]

She was so cautious that she was a little humble.

At this point the story has come to an end.

Han Jimei couldn't figure out how the story would end until she saw the following text:

[The gentleman takes a package out of his coat pocket and throws it on the table.

"Don't get me wrong, my dear," he said. "Whether it's a haircut, a shave, or a wash, I'll never be less in love with my girl. But just open that package, and you'll I will understand why you stunned me just now."

White fingers nimbly tore the rope and wrapping paper. Then came a cry of ecstasy; and then, Oops! The sudden transition into female nervous tears and wailing immediately requires the owner of the apartment to do everything possible to comfort her. 】

It's a comb!

In front of you, what Mr. took out was the set of combs inserted into the hair——

A full set of hair combs, for the temples, for the back, everything you expect;

It was originally in a window in the busiest street far from the apartment. Mrs. A had been longing for something for a long time, but it was too expensive, she was reluctant and had no money to buy it.

This is made of pure tortoiseshell! A beautiful comb with jewels on the side!

To match Mrs. A's lost hair, there is no other suitable color.

Madam knew that this set of hair combs was very precious, and she had been fascinated by it for a long time, but she never had any hope of possessing it. It was hers now, but the hair that wore these long-desired ornaments was gone.

"..."

Han Jimmy opened his mouth wide.

She couldn't describe how she felt at the moment.

However, the text faithfully restored Mrs. A's mood with details: [She held this set of hair combs in her arms, and after a long time, she lifted up her misty tearful eyes and said to Mr. A with a smile: "My hair is very long quick!"】

Then Mrs. A took out the strap.

She looked at her husband expectantly and said, "Is it beautiful? I found it after traveling all over the city. Now you have to look at your watch hundreds of times every day. Give me your watch, and I want to see if it fits on the watch." look."]

Han Jimei gradually relieved, and showed a skilled aunt smile.

Although Mrs. A sold her hair, Mr. A was not angry, but sighed that the comb had temporarily lost its usefulness——

very nice.

The ending of the story like this is really full of beautiful imagery, which makes people almost unable to help but want to fall in love, even though Han Jimei is a married woman.

I took a sip of tea.

Han Jimei looked at the last paragraph, she thought it would be a summary text, and short stories like to make a summary at the end.

Like "It was a beautiful love" or something?

But seeing the next paragraph, the tea in her mouth almost sprayed onto the magazine:

【Mr. did not follow her words.

He just fell back on the couch, put his hands on his head and laughed: "We put the Christmas presents aside for the time being. They are so good. It would be a pity to use them now-I sold the gold watch and exchanged it." I paid for your hairbrush."]

The story ends here.

At this moment, Han Jimei was dumbfounded.

Although it will be called "water", I still want to write it like this.

Because the purpose of writing such descriptive plots is not to count words.

understand applause...

Forget it, light spray if you understand.

o(*￣▽￣*)o.