Small supermarket welcomes visitors from all directions

Chapter 163 The Road is Long
Song Ji Yang came down quickly, found a chair in the office area, asked the little prince to sit down, covered him with a cloth and was about to start.

"Little Prince, you really have to cut your hair this time." Wang Yue was worried and nagged again.

"Sister Xiaoyue, I know I won't regret it. My hair will really grow longer. Cut it quickly! Otherwise, I'll do it myself." The little prince was anxious.

Song Jiyang straightened Ran Yunchen's body and was about to start. He picked up the scissors, pulled up a strand of hair and started cutting.

"Wait a moment!" Wang Yue called for a stop again.

"What's wrong?" Song Jiyang and Ran Yunchen looked at her in confusion.

"Ayan, don't throw away his hair. Collect it all and send it for processing to make a wig." Wang Yue said.

"This is a good idea." Song Jiyang agreed.

"What is a wig?" Ran Yunchen asked.

"It's made into a wig. Next time you go back to your place, you can wear it. No one else will know that you cut your hair. When you are alone with yourself, you don't need to wear a wig. Isn't it convenient?" Wang Yue explained to Ran Yunchen.

"It's really convenient when you say that. Can I see what it looks like?"

"Let me look for it! Let me show you, this headgear is really convenient. As long as people don't stare at you, ordinary people won't be able to find it."

Wang Yue handed the phone to Ran Yunchen and asked him to look at it himself.

"It really looks like it. I want this one. Please help Sister Xiaoyue."

Having a headgear can solve many problems. I don't have to go back and face the nagging of those old scholars. This is good. Ran Yunchen likes convenience, not being unique and attracting attention.

Seeing that they had agreed, Song Ji Yang started cutting the hair. Wang Yue stood by and acted as a waiter, helping to carry the cut hair.

Because it wasn't in a barbershop, he certainly couldn't wash it, and of course he didn't blow dry it, it was just a simple cut. Song Jiyang was very quick, and it took less than ten minutes to cut it.

"It's okay." Song Jiyang wiped his hair with a towel.

"Very good, very energetic." Wang Yue praised.

"Really?" Without a mirror, the little prince didn't know how the haircut went, and he was a little nervous.

Wang Yue handed him a mirror and said, "Look at it yourself. How is it? Am I handsome?"

Ran Yunchen did not take the mirror. When Song Jiyang took away the cloth around his neck, he jumped out of the chair, twisted his neck, and shook his head.

"Wow! I feel like my head has become several pounds lighter. It feels so relaxed and cool. Wow! It's so comfortable." As he said this, he touched his newly-cut hair.

"You guys should try it too, it's really comfortable." The little prince recommended to the four teenagers.

"No!" The four teenagers refused in unison.

Ran Yunchen didn't care. He took the mirror from Wang Yue's hand and looked at it carefully for a long time. He was surprised at first, and then he looked left and right and couldn't see enough.

Later, his expression changed. First he pouted, and then he frowned.

"What? Are you dissatisfied? I think it looks good! This is how a young boy should have his hair cut, so spirited!"

Wang Yue was not exaggerating. Ran Yunchen did look refreshed with short hair, while his long hair before seemed a bit untidy.

"My clothes no longer match the shape of my head."

"So what do you want to wear?" It doesn't seem to match.

"Is that okay, Principal?"

"No! That's their uniform. You can choose something else. I'll take you upstairs to choose!"

"Do you have any clothes here?" Ran Yunchen didn't see them in the supermarket. "On the second floor, let's go!" Wang Yue took the little prince up to the second floor.

Yan Qianhe had no choice but to wait for them downstairs with a few boys. Fortunately, Ran Qinghua had foresight, otherwise there would not be enough time.

Originally, Wang Yue wanted to go upstairs to give some advice to the little prince, but it turned out that he was not needed at all, so he chose a blue sports suit and white sneakers for himself.

He changed his clothes upstairs, and the one who came downstairs with Wang Yue was a sunny and cheerful boy. If he had a schoolbag on his back, he would have been a handsome middle school student.

When Yan Qianhe saw it, he couldn't help but praise: "Very refreshing and handsome!"

Ran Yunchen also gave a big smile, showing his standard eight teeth.

Wang Yue also thought it looked good, so she took out her cell phone and snapped a few photos.

"Sister Xiaoyue, what are you doing?" Ran Yunchen just saw Wang Yue holding something towards him and making a sound. He thought it should be related to him, so he asked.

"You look very handsome. I'll take some photos of you. When Sister Ran comes, I'll show her that her son is so handsome." Wang Yue showed her cell phone.

"Sister Xiaoyue, can I take a look?" asked the little prince.

Wang Yue handed him the phone. This was the first time that Ran Yunchen saw his own photo.

"It's so similar, just like looking in a mirror, so clear. You can see every strand of my hair. It's much more similar than what the artist drew." Ran Yunchen said as he touched his hair with his hand.

"The painters in your place use brushes to paint. You want to make every hair visible. Isn't that embarrassing?"

"Sister Xiaoyue, can you make a small statue?"

"What is a small statue?"

“It’s just drawn on paper, so I can see it anytime.”

"Just to get your picture on paper, right?"

"That's what I mean. You can only see it on this. It's inconvenient."

Ran Yunchen doesn't understand the lifestyle of modern people who never put down their phones. But the problem of photos is easy to solve, it's just a matter of camera.

"Then I'll get you a camera and you can take pictures."

"Okay! Give it to me quickly, do you have it here?" the little prince asked again.

"Yes! Wait a moment." Then he went to find the camera.

In half a minute, he brought over a Polaroid camera. Wang Yue was about to teach the little prince how to use it when Yan Qianhe pulled her over.

"I'll go back and teach him." Yan Qianhe had already become impatient waiting.

Ran Yunchen had no choice but to follow Principal Yan in dismay. He really liked playing in the supermarket, and he hadn't even finished shopping in such a big supermarket!

Yan Qianhe was originally a member of the army who specialized in doing ideological work for the soldiers. How could he not know what Ran Yunchen was thinking?
"After I settle you guys down, I'll come pick up the others! Apart from today, you can go to the supermarket whenever you have time."

"Really?"

"Just finish your homework."

"Homework? Isn't it just like playing? Can you really go to the supermarket and play after you finish your homework?"

"Okay!" Yan Qianhe now just wanted to send him to the dormitory as soon as possible. The distance from the supermarket to the student dormitory was less than one thousand meters, but he still hadn't arrived after more than an hour of walking. What kind of speed was this?

When Yan Qianhe sent a few people to the dormitory, he actually felt relieved. Who would live in which place had already been decided yesterday, and all he needed to do was to send the people there.