Chapter 55 Buy a wig
What hit Antu was a new newspaper. It didn't hurt, but it was embarrassing.
After looking around sheepishly, Antu also became angry.
"An Ran, Dad is tolerant of you, but you can't lie to Dad." He angrily accused An Ran, "You told me that your hand was injured and it was inconvenient to wash your hair. You wanted to cut your hair to make it easier to wash, so I allowed it. You cut it.”
——"But you didn't tell me that you would cut your hair like this."
"I thought you would know." An Ran looked at An Tu confidently.
Mrs. An was angry with Antu, but that didn't mean she wasn't angry with Anran.
"An Ran, don't pretend to be stupid for me!"
Turning her head, she aimed the fire at An Ran.
"I'm not as easy to deceive as your dad! Tell me, have you wanted to cut your hair short for a long time, and you were always afraid that I wouldn't agree, so you deceived your dad into agreeing to cut your hair yesterday when he drank too much?"
"Mom, whatever you think, but I only need to know if I lied to my father." An Ran lowered her head sadly.
"We are all women, who doesn't know who is who? As for your little scheming, it's not your father who spoils you. Who can't understand?" Mrs. An looked at her unrepentance and felt that she had been wronged. Angry, "There are so many girls in your school who cut their hair like boys. Aren't they just trying to imitate so-and-so from "Super Girl"? You also want to follow their example, do you think I don't know?!"
Turning her head, she continued to scold Antu, "She wanted to cut it off a few months ago, but I didn't agree, and she still hasn't given up. Are you stupid? You can't even tell!"
"I don't know." Antu woke up from a hangover and was confused when he saw his adopted daughter's head changed.
To be honest, he could not accept his adopted daughter becoming like this even more than his wife.
"I wonder if you dare to agree randomly?"
An Ran raised his head and glanced at Mrs. An, whose face was ashen, and thought in surprise:
It turns out that before I was reborn, I had thought about shortening my hair?
It turns out that when I was fifteen or sixteen years old, I had been a corn farmer? How come she forgot everything later?
The couple was scolding and arguing, and the restaurant was noisy.
An Jing stood beside An Ran, feeling helpless, "Mom and Dad, it's meaningless for you to say this now."
An Jing remained silent. The noise in the restaurant had nothing to do with him.
As soon as he spoke, he inevitably fell into the flames of war.
Mrs. An got angry. Grumpy never recognized anyone at home. "It doesn't make sense for us to say these things. Does it make sense for An Ran to cut her hair like this?!"
Turning her head, she gritted her teeth and asked An Ran, "Tell me, why did you cut your hair like this? What's the point of doing this? Is it embarrassing?"
"Doing this makes me happy."
"Is your happiness just to make yourself look like a crazy woman?"
"I don't think this is a crazy woman."
"you……"
"Mom, I want to cut my hair. When I cut my hair, I feel satisfied. When I am satisfied, I feel happy. I want to be happy."
Mrs. An really couldn't accept that her always well-behaved daughter suddenly became like a tomboy with an irregular hairstyle, "An Ran, you are crazy!" The morning wind blew into the restaurant, An Ran let go of her curled palms, He smiled lightly, "Yeah, you're right, I'm crazy!"
The smile was very shallow, but relaxed and wanton.
An Jing was shocked by An Ran's expression. He suddenly felt that he couldn't see through her.
"Okay, okay, let's eat." Antu saw that the mother and daughter were in a tense confrontation. The war was about to escalate, and he felt his head hurt even more. "We'll talk about this later tonight. The quarrel now makes me have a headache."
Mrs. An stood up, glared at An Ran and An Tu fiercely, turned around and left, "Eat whatever you want. I can't eat her like this."
She is gone, but everyone present knows that this is just the beginning.
Looking at Mrs. An going away, An Tu sat down and discussed with An Ran, "Of course, you see, even if your hair is cut, it won't grow longer, but your mother is so angry, we can't just do nothing and let her be angry. Yes, right?"
"She can choose to accept it and not be angry." An Ran said calmly.
"How can she not be angry? Think about your mother, why is she so angry?" An Tu scolded An Ran with a stern face, "I'm not worried that you will learn bad things like other children."
He felt that An Ran was really becoming less and less like before, and her character was becoming more and more perverse and unpredictable.
He felt that he could not understand her behavior and way of thinking, and it was inevitable that he would have other thoughts.
"Instead of worrying that I will be a bad student, it is better to think about how you can give me more time to study hard." An Ran looked at An Tu calmly, "I just cut my hair, don't think too much about it. All right."
"What are you thinking about?" An Tu looked at An Ran, his expression becoming more and more majestic, "You are so disobedient!"
"I cut my hair but I'm not obedient. So dad, tell me, what does obedience mean?"
"Of course you can obey and follow our teachings, instead of following outside trends and learning evil practices."
"Everything outside is evil, isn't it yours?" An Ran raised his head and looked directly at Antu with his bright eyes.
"An Ran!" An Tu was aggrieved and angry at An Ran's reclusive attitude, so he said scornfully, "What kind of people can there be outside? Who else will be nice to you besides us? If you don't listen to us, what will happen to you?" Who can I listen to?"
He huffed and reached out to the helper next to him, "Bring me my coat."
Soon, the servant handed him the suit jacket he was holding in his hand.
Antu took it and took out a wallet from his pocket, and took out a few banknotes, "Take these five hundred and go buy a wig outside in the afternoon and wear it, so that your mother won't see it." Happy."
"My head will itch when I wear a wig."
"Where does it itch?" An Tu looked at An Ran and was puzzled. "So many people wear wigs. It really itch. Can the wig shop still do business?"
"I don't know about others." An Ran looked at An Ran and said firmly, "But I feel itchy when I wear a wig."
"Don't talk nonsense." An Tu stuffed 500 yuan into An Ran's hand, "You haven't even worn it!"
"I've worn it." An Ran stepped back and refused to accept An Tu's money.
"Anran, do you really want me to be angry too?" Antu looked at Anran angrily, "I don't know whether you have worn a wig or not?"
"You do not know."
In my previous life, when I was wearing a wig, you were having sex with your grandson at home. How did you know? "You kid, why are you so stubborn? Why can't I explain to you?" An Tu anxiously looked at the time displayed on the watch on his wrist, then turned around and put the money on the table, and said to An Jing, "Wait later After dinner later, take your sister to the barber shop to have her hair trimmed, and then buy her a wig to wear." 1314 (End of this chapter)