Today, the weather is itchy, so I grabbed my wallet and keys and went to a beauty salon called ehl:fa near my home. As soon as I entered the door, it was a clean and bright hall. A male shop assistant received me and asked me what kind of service I wanted. I named Miss Yuko, who was introduced by my classmates. The clerk greeted me, and Miss Yuko walked from there with a relaxed step.
She wore a floral tunic dress, and the high-top converse on her feet was washed white. At first glance, she knew that it was only after soaking for a long time that she could fit her feet loosely and comfortably, but it was not too fashionable, which made people hold out their chests and abdomen under pressure. But clean and neat, with a touch of Japanese tenderness.
after sitting down, I briefly exchanged a few pleasantries with her and said that I wanted to have my hair cut short. She took my hair and pinched it slightly against my face, showing a slightly embarrassed expression. I caught her dilemma and said to myself, "It seems that a girl with a round face like me can't cut it too short, and it will look big, right?"
She gestured my hair a few times in front of the mirror, then took a magazine with Japanese hairstyle and pointed to a picture of a girl with short hair and said to me, "Girls with maruyan (round face) will be cuter with short hair! How about this? " The girl in the magazine winked at the stars and wore a fluffy Japanese curly hair. "It's really cute, but I hope my hair can make my face look smaller." I looked at her.
"no problem!" She laughed, led me to the place where I washed my hair, and motioned me to lie down, only to find that it was her who washed my hair. After lying down, the delicacy of Japanese service industry began to impress me, a new foreigner: < P > 1; I covered my thigh with a blanket to keep warm and prevent exposure. 2； I covered my face with a soft white gauze. It doesn't affect breathing at all, but also prevents the makeup on the face from being splashed by water, and most importantly, it doesn't have to be seen by others, thus eliminating the most taboo embarrassment of Japanese people.
When I lie down and wash my hair in China, I often feel a little at a loss, because when my shampoo brother starts stroking my scalp, my expression doesn't know how to put it, my eyes don't know whether to close or open, and there is always a kind of embarrassment that I am being raped by my shampoo brother. After covering the gauze, my eyes can blink happily and even cross-eyed inside: this is a kind of happiness to regain privacy protection.
Her hands flitted through my hair briskly. Although her skills were not as professional as those of 72 top shampoo players in China who scratched their scalp in fancy, she was very gentle and efficient, and she quickly washed away my fatigue in about ten minutes.
After washing my hair, I went back to the mirror. When I took off my glasses, I lost my sight. With my eyes open, all I could see in the mirror was her roaring hands and her rustling black hair. After we chatted, knowing that I was from China, she praised me for my good Japanese, and began to talk with me enthusiastically and rhythmically about the relationship between China, and South Korea, among which there were many insightful answers, and I was very adept.
I can't help thinking that 9% of the barbers I meet in China will be extremely greasy and ask personal questions such as whether they have boyfriends or girlfriends, what do they do at home, and sometimes even get to the bottom of their guests. Listening to Miss Yuko's gentle voice, I secretly felt: Maybe Japanese hairdressers' professional schools also include the compulsory course "Talking to make guests comfortable".
She tinkered back and forth, polished my head, and asked my colleagues to bring me a hair wax and a straight hair stick, and lifted my hair to straighten it and bend it. When I put it down, the hair stuck to my face brought a slight heat from the straight hair stick. When I put on my glasses again and have eyesight, I was shocked. I felt that this fairy could change clothes and shoot the new spring and summer styles of Japanese fashion magazines. The following is the renderings.
Miss Yuko took pictures of all sides of my hairstyle seriously, told me how to take care of it on weekdays, and my colleagues praised my hair for being super kawaii.
After a haircut, I can understand why there are so many beauty salons in a small residential area.
In such a quiet and lonely country, the population is gradually decreasing and getting old, people keep a cautious and polite distance; ? But in the beauty room, you and the hairdresser spend hours with each other in a small space, having a relaxed and happy conversation, which is what a happy thing for people who are lonely in the depths.
wearing a Japanese-style wave head with inner buckle and outer buckle and waxing, I happily bathed in the praise of the clerk, paid the money and walked out of the store. After a few steps, I turned around and found that Miss Yuko was bowing to me at the door, and the sun was shining on her golden hair and the flower-shaped earrings on the right.