Chapter 20

The post office just opened, and only one service staff member came, lazily playing with their phones behind the service desk.

An old man approached tremblingly and asked, "Comrade, I want to transfer money. How should I..."

The female clerk interrupted him without lifting her eyelids and said, "Fill out the form over there

The old man looked around in confusion and asked cautiously, "Which form should I fill out? How should I fill it out

The female clerk's willow leaf eyebrows, which were hanging high, almost flew out of her forehead. The horizontal knife immediately sprayed out a reversed figure: "Isn't that just an example? I can't read it myself! Are you blind

As soon as she finished speaking, she extended her long arm and tapped the service desk over the old man's shoulder, revealing a fierce beast tattoo on her wrist.

The clerk's gaze paused on the tattoo, startled. He looked up and met a pair of cold gazes. The young man took off his glasses and casually wiped them with his coat corner. His gaze lightly fell on the clerk's badge and he spoke, "Do you speak human language

This man has a handsome appearance with well-defined facial features, which is eye-catching. In normal times, the clerk might look at him a few more times. However, at this moment, his voice is slightly lowered, as if he is suppressing something, coupled with his gaze - his double eyelids are longer than others, horizontal and vertical, like two blades, heavy and pressing on his eyes, making the eyes without glasses appear overly sharp, a bit scary, like the kind of beast on TV who can easily pull out a gun to kill at any time.

The clerk didn't dare to say a word and pulled out the remittance form and sample form in one go. He handed them to the elderly remitter with both hands and said, "Please fill in this form... Do you also handle the remittance later, sir? Do you transfer it in real time

The person behind is Qilian. He put on his glasses and didn't bother anymore. He handed over the bill and cash together and said, "No need

After Qilian and Jiang Xiaoyuan separated that day, I went back and thought for a while. I felt that this current poor person was not as easy to deal with as he had imagined. As a young lady, she was used to being arrogant and allowed herself to receive favors with peace of mind, which the other party may not be able to accept.

For Qilian, if Jiang Xiaoyuan is willing to struggle in adversity and stand firm in this world, of course, it would be nothing better - but he still thinks it's unlikely. Everyone has a temporary ambition, and the question is, how long can she persist after this ambition has passed?

If Jiang Xiaoyuan had a firm will, the virus would not have chosen her.

Despite having a strong sense of self-esteem, she cannot endure hardship. If she is allowed to continue like this, she will still have to follow the old path of her predecessors.

Qilian worried for two or three days, and accidentally remembered how she had waived someone else's debt in the hospital. A flash of inspiration flashed through her mind, and she decided to change her perspective and save the country.

Qilian's prediction is very accurate. Jiang Xiaoyuan's ambition did indeed disappear after falling ill.

In the past, illness was an opportunity for Jiang Xiaoyuan to temper herself. Whenever her body temperature exceeded 38 degrees, she seemed to have accomplished something extraordinary at home. She had to do it a thousand or a hundred times more, so that no one could ignore her for even a minute. She needed someone who strengthened her connections to surround her and ask for warmth, otherwise she would rack her brains and provoke her into a rage.

That morning, the huge gap between the two worlds finally came to light after she lost her health. Jiang Xiaoyuan was sadly tucked in the quilt. No one greeted her, no one coaxed her, no one offered her a mouthful of boiled Congee, no one gave her medicine, and even wanted to drink some water, she had to get up and pour herself.

Beside her pillow was the plastic model's head without facial features, and beneath her feet was a pile of hairstyle explanations and pictures. The room was filled with impenetrable moisture, and the alarm on one side rang for the fourth time, howling hysterically, reminding her to get up and hug her Buddha's feet.

Jiang Xiaoyuan slapped the arrogant aura of the alarm clock and couldn't bear it anymore, so she hugged the blanket and cried loudly.

Halfway through crying, she still struggled to get up - not because she was strong, but because her nose was already congested and she didn't find toilet paper to blow, and then wiped it on the blanket.

She cried and stumbled as she blew her nose, making her mind buzz. She sat on top of a pile of strange hairstyles, empty for five seconds, and then developed an unprecedented hatred towards the barber industry.

She didn't know what the theme of her life was yet, but first she knew what it couldn't be - she definitely didn't want to be a hairdresser, she was so tired of doing laundry, cutting, and blowing.

Jiang Xiaoyuan held onto such a grievance and had nowhere to vent, so she started tearing apart the sketches she had drawn one by one.

When she was completely exhausted from crying and tearing, Jiang Xiaoyuan remembered to call Chen Fangzhou to ask for leave. Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened her phone, she saw two unread messages first.

One is from the mobile phone operator, reminding her that her phone bill balance is less than 15 yuan, and the other is from Qilian.

Qilian: "I gave you and her grandmother 5000 yuan today. You should contact her at least once. If you feel guilty about the money, you can repay me later. I won't charge interest for six months

Afterwards, the contact information of the original owner's family was kindly attached.

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "..."

Does Qilian really want her to stay in this world? He can't be a spy from Mingguang's side. Would he like to force her to die early?

Under the inexplicable foreign debt and the empty phone bill, Jiang Xiaoyuan didn't have the mood to cry anymore. She silently dragged her body, which was somewhat weak due to fever, to wash herself clean, poured a large bucket of water, and walked around the room three times, thinking to herself, "That's not my milk, is it related to me for half a penny

But as she thought about it, she inexplicably reached for her phone and dialed the number Qilian had given her..

Jiang Xiaoyuan has never met her own grandmother. In her time and space, her father lost his mother when he was young and was a child without a mother. He did not receive much warmth from his family when he was a child, so he became even more pampered after having his own child, and eventually raised a bear child alive.

If she is the same as herself in another time and space, then... are the relatives in another time and space also the relatives she has already lost?

After this phone call, Jiang Xiaoyuan felt a little regretful. What should she say to them?

But before she could hang up, the other party had already picked her up when a loud woman inside shouted at her, "Hey, hey, who are you looking for

Jiang Xiaoyuan was stopped and asked, 'My...'

Unexpectedly, she only said three words, and the other party interrupted her like they had opened their eyes. "It's Xiaoyuan, right? Oh! Tell me about you. How long have you been there and haven't called back? Are you trying to kill your grandmother

Jiang Xiaoyuan's ears, which were already ringing in the ears, were buzzing with excitement. She didn't know the other person's identity and didn't dare to speak nonsense, so she had to say with a strong nasal voice, "Something happened here

The woman asked with a drumming sound, "Isn't it easy to find a job? What did I say? I told you to wait for a while, and when your third brother comes back during the Chinese New Year, he will take you out, but he won't listen... Sigh, I'll go call your grandmother and wait for you

Jiang Xiaoyuan responded with a voice and silently listened as the person on the other end of the phone gradually walked away, shouting out for someone. She thought to herself in silence, "Why doesn't the top scholar's family even have a phone call

I don't know how long had passed, but there was a rustling sound on the other end of the phone, including noisy footsteps, whispers from others, and finally the voice of an old lady who lacked vitality. It seemed that the old man couldn't find where to speak for a moment, and the voice was sometimes close and sometimes far away, timid and cautious.

Jiang Xiaoyuan couldn't help but hold her breath. She thought she wouldn't be able to speak, but before she could recover, she had already slipped out with the word "grandma".

The old lady only listened once and asked sensitively, "Did you catch a cold? Why am I listening to you speaking in the wrong voice? If you can't find a job, come back home. It's okay, I still have strength and can help you

Jiang Xiaoyuan took a deep breath and almost continued the unfinished howling and crying business.

She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and held back her tears. Her grandmother, who was connected by blood but had never lived before, became the only person in this time, space, and world who accepted her grievances completely.

Without any resentment.

After a phone call, Jiang Xiaoyuan received a basket of trivial instructions. She wiped away her tears and remembered her debt of over 5000 yuan, knowing that she had no way out.

Jiang Xiaoyuan, who had no way out, did not lie back in bed. She turned around and walked out the door, bought a box of white and black, and spent dozens of yuan to buy a black down jacket from the supermarket. She wore it over her shabby summer clothes, creating her unique and eerie winter look.

She gathered up the sketches that had not yet been poisoned one by one, picked up the set of scissors and combs, put on her battle robe, picked up her long spear, and went to the store.

I will never do this in the future, "soldier Jiang Xiaoyuan wiped her nose clean at the entrance of the hair salon and thought to herself," The profession I hate the most in my life is a hairdresser

The second thing I dislike is the network administrator.

Due to the contagious nature of colds, Jiang Xiaoyuan was ordered by Chen Fangzhou not to interact with customers on this day and was sent to the backend to handle some registration and organization work. It was a working day and there were not many customers in the store during the day.

After seeing off a guest, Chen Fangzhou thought of Jiang Xiaoyuan and felt that she was a little girl in a foreign land, sick and a bit pitiful. So he picked up a can of popcorn on the popcorn machine and brought it to her.

Turning into the backstage, Chen Fangzhou saw Jiang Xiaoyuan lying on the table, possibly suffering from a cold and discomfort in her eyes. Her face was a bit close to the table, as if she was about to launch a fierce attack.

She was holding a piece of toilet paper in one hand and drawing something on it with the other hand, without even noticing when Chen Fangzhou approached.

Mr. Chen, who had a low sense of presence, held a box of popcorn with a poor milk flavor and stretched her neck to watch for a moment. She saw herself drawing a series of comic books behind an abandoned piece of printing paper - she imagined a head out of thin air, added facial features, and then drew every step of a hairstylist step by step. Finally, she arranged a brand new hairstyle for the person in the picture.

Chen Fangzhou felt familiar, but upon closer thought, he realized that the process was a hair cut he had done yesterday. Jiang Xiaoyuan had actually memorized every step!

He looked thoughtfully at Jiang Xiaoyuan, who was fully devoted, and quietly put down the popcorn before turning around and walking away.

Jiang Xiaoyuan relied on a debt of 5000 yuan and a phone call from her grandmother to get through the sickly years. After the first few days, she began to get used to it and found it less difficult to wake up early and stay up late. However, she still hated the job of washing, cutting, and blowing.

While hating and resisting, Jiang Xiaoyuan worked hard and memorized the "recipe" almost completely. She finally couldn't help but take action and cut the hair of the plastic model hidden in the room.

Then Jiang Xiaoyuan discovered a tragic fact - actually getting started and memorizing from a reference book are completely different things, and her brain cannot control her hands at all.

When Jiang Xiaoyuan was a child, she loved dolls, including popular Barbie dolls, BJDs with detachable accessories, cartoon figurines, puppet dolls, and even ceramic dolls collected as art pieces. She would take care of her children's hair and even sew two simple doll clothes - before, Jiang Xiaoyuan had always regarded the barber's practice as playing with dolls, until then she realized that it was not so easy.

Firstly, the head size is too large and the amount of hair is too much.

Secondly, and most importantly - real people are all too ugly.

A doll with flashing big eyes and a yin-yang head may look good, but a real human who stayed in the sea and repaired it slightly crooked or shorter could cry a street in embarrassment. It should be noted that there is only a subtle line between "natural disorder" and "dog gnawing inside and outside".

Jiang Xiaoyuan, a novice, appeared on stage with trembling hands and limping eyes. After completing her masterpiece, she sat down on the bed and looked at the plastic model, as if she had heard their silent accusation - if the plastic model also had limbs and facial features, she must have been shouting that the big bus's paw would be covered.

It's over, "Jiang Xiaoyuan thought," there are less than ten days left, it's impossible to learn