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Who is your long hair for?

Time: 2015-05-06 Source: Reprinted Editor: Xiaozhi Reading: Times

Cleaning on the weekend, my wife found an envelope in my bookcase. Inside the envelope was a bag of hair.

The wife was puzzled, always looking at me with a different kind of eyes for a few days, seeing that I was at a loss. At dinner, I asked my wife, where is it uncomfortable, and why it feels weird these days, and sometimes I do n’t feel good about it.

As long as you don't have a ghost in your heart, you won't be embarrassed to look at it. Tell me, who are those things in your bookcase? I was stunned. Whose things? I asked. Walking downstairs and standing in front of the bookcase, I couldn't remember what had been deliberately concealed from her in the bookcase. The wife was afraid that I would sell the stolen goods, and hurried down the stairs, took out an envelope on the bottom of the bookcase, and smirked in front of me, smirking, you do n’t know if it hurts you seven inches. Looking at the bulging envelope, I almost smiled. In this regard, it will not make you abnormal for such a long time.

It's still a small matter, and in a few years you can get a woman home.

You should thank me for collecting your lost hair so well every day.

Mine, my wife is a little confused and no longer angry. Suddenly I didn't know what to say, and my eyes seemed to be filled with tears. Really mine? So many years, how many years must I keep it?

Remember that night five years ago? That night, your heart hurt so badly that you said you would die, let me call the child and give it to your family. I called 120 and I sent you to the hospital intensive care unit, and I and you were watching you day and night. In those days, I almost didn't get through.

After two surgeries, you seem to feel much older. Look in the mirror for half a day every day. Every time I comb my hair, my hair falls off one by one. You say that when you are old, you are no longer beautiful. Long hair spared your mess, you have to cut it a few times, and you didn't want to for me. Every time you see your hair left in the room, you will always feel too much emotion.

Since that day, I have picked up your hair one by one, arranged it, and put it into the envelope carefully. At first it just made you stop seeing your hair often, and you ca n’t see how old you are if you do n’t see it. Later, I felt that collecting these hair strands was also extremely meaningful. Before you got married, you had short hair. Once you read an article "Who Your Long Hair Was", you know that I like long hair to go. Later, you intentionally left a long hair, although you didn't like it, but you kept it for me. At that time, you also said funnyly, my long hair floats for you.

Every time you comb your hair, you drop a lot of hair every day. I want to pick it up and put it in my memory. Even if one day your hair goes out, I still think you are still the most beautiful in the world.

Thank you, put away my long hair, my wife beat me like a pussy.

Pack it up and let my long hair fly for you forever.

My wife laughed, so did I.

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