Infinite Possession of Beauty

"It should be here."

Stopped in front of a slightly old store.

Li Ran looked at the barbershop in front of him, making judgments based on his vague memories.

"Hey, boy, this is not the place for people like you to come."

A kind black old man wearing a straw hat walked behind Li Ran and came to the door of the barbershop: "Although the law and order in Harlem is much better than in the past, Asians like you are still very tall on the road. The chances of being robbed may be the object of robbery, especially those punks who don’t do business all day long."

"I have seen it."

Regarding this, Li Ran couldn't help but nodded, and replied with the expression of a person coming over.

He did see the gangsters in the old man's mouth, but the final result was slightly different from what the other party said. The gangsters did not rob him, but he successfully robbed the gangsters.

"is it?"

The black old man turned his head and glanced at Li Ran, looking at the sloppy appearance of his pair of sweatshirts and ragged sneakers.

"I'm sorry, kid, I'm sorry that you encountered this kind of thing in Harlem." The old man obviously misunderstood something, and comforted Li Ran: "But this is life, isn't it? You can't always be smooth sailing, occasionally encounter something. Frustration will make you grateful when happiness comes."

After a rap full of chicken soup, the old man turned around and took out the key to open the shop.

After a pause, he turned around and invited Li Ran, who was standing in front of the store, to invite: "Let’s do it, kid, come in. Although the old man cannot change your experience, he can at least change your hairstyle. Of course, the most important point is no Toll."

Although the contact process was different from what Li Ran thought, since the other party had sent an invitation, he naturally followed the old man's invitation and walked into the barber shop.

"I generally don't cut my hair for free, so, at least in Dad's barbershop, you are already at the same level as Ali and Jordan."

Pointing to the end of the paper on the wall, the old man turned his head and joked at Li Ran.

Li Ran looked in the direction of the old man’s fingers, and he saw many names like Muhammad Ali, Nelson Mandela, and Richard Landette were printed on the paper. They were all famous black figures. .

Let Li Ran do it in front of the mirror in the barbershop. The old man turned to open the curtains in the shop and turned on the TV to tune in to the basketball show. Only then did he step forward to Li Ran and look at his long hair: "Say, kid, What kind of hairstyle do you want? Explain in advance that although I have done haircuts for countless people, Dad, this is the first time for an Asian."

Sitting in the chair of the barbershop, Li Ran suddenly became a little uneasy when hearing the black old man's words.

Although the face he is currently facing is not his own, if the cut hairstyle is too frustrated, it will also affect the image of the role.

"Or, can I just simply wash my hair?"

Thinking of this, Li Ran couldn't help asking the old man cautiously.

"..."

Standing behind, watching Li Ran silently for a while, the old man suddenly clapped his hands and laughed a few times before shook his head: "Haha~ Lie to your child, believe in the old man’s craftsmanship, I will definitely give you a cool idea. The dazzling hairstyle makes all the girls on the street move you."

Hearing what the old man said, instead of letting go of Li Ran's heart, he panicked even more.

...

"Hey, Henry."

Carrying a chessboard into the barbershop, Bobby Fish, a regular customer with a goatee, looked up at Li Ran, who was sitting in the barbershop.

Although there are many Asians in New York, it is still a rare thing to see a yellow race with a different skin in a black gathering place like Harlem, especially a new face that has never been seen before. In a barbershop with obvious black activities like Papa Henry Hunt.

Because, generally speaking, ethnic groups with different skins have their own areas of activity.

"Hey, Bobby." The old man replied while holding scissors around Li Ran to cut his hair.

"Have you heard?" Placing the chessboard in his hand near the window in front of the barber shop, Bobby asked Henry in the shop immediately.

"what?"

"Martin and the others were beaten."

In front of the mirror of the barbershop, Li Ran couldn't help but raised his eyebrows when he heard this. If he remembers correctly, it seems that one of the black people he beaten before is called Martin.

"Really." Turning the chair and adjusting Li Ran in front of him to a direction to cut his hair, the old man named Henry shrugged immediately, but he was not surprised at all: "I have already warned Martin and the others. You can't exceed it too much, or you will have bitter results sooner or later. Unfortunately, they have never listened to me."

"Times are different, Henry, your set is outdated." Picking up a chess piece casually, Bobby replied casually.

"The rules are never out of date, because the rules are the rules."

Obviously, the old man did not agree with this.

"Well, you will always be right, Henry." Shrugging, Bobby replied with a pawn.

"That's because I have made enough mistakes."

"Hey, old man."

A black guy walked into the barbershop.

"Chico, you're late." Looking up at the time on the wall, Henry turned his head and said to the black guy.

"Sorry, old man."

"So, go and change your clothes now."

"You are always so soft-hearted, Henry."

"I have been ruthless for most of my life, and even went to jail for it."

Although it was only a half-knowledge conversation, Li Ran still noticed a clue from the conversation between the two in the barbershop.

Obviously, the old man is also a person with a story.

"Father, I need one..."

The barber shop opened by the old man is obviously a popular shop, and it only opens tomorrow morning, and many customers will already visit it.

Here, Li Ran sat in the chair and looked at his shorter and shorter hair, and heard a slightly noisy sound from behind him.

Immediately afterwards, I saw that a black man walking swayingly came to Li Ran, who was cutting his hair in his father's hand, and looked at the guy on the chair who was very different from the barbershop.

"Holyshit, how could this be? I actually saw one in the barber shop..."

"Ahem, Shamik, you know the rules, swear words are not allowed in the old man's shop." Henry said, pointing to the swearing bucket of barber table money.

"I know, but daddy, isn't the situation in front of you a little too strange, a yellow... Asian would actually cut hair in your shop?!"

"What's weird about it, Shamek, how many years have passed since the liberation of black people, we can all be presidents, why can't there be Asians in Dad's barbershop?"

"Daddy is right. Mrs. Connie's Chinese restaurant is the best proof."

"Luke, you are late too."

"Daddy, you know, I have been sleep deprived recently."