Li Yidao's craft

Li Yidao is a famous barber in our street. His unique shaving skills make people in the street flock to him. He often tells his wife proudly that if people have this ability, they will have nothing to eat.

Li Yidao easily refused to talk about his unique skills. If he is a very familiar person, he can't help thinking of his "classics" in operation. He will make you lie down comfortably, and two lukewarm towels will hit you in the face immediately. Then the razor rattled on the canvas. It's a nice voice. You feel your beard is getting soft. It is time. Unconsciously, his razor dragged a long knife on your cheek. He said it was a drag, not a start. Then, the knife in his hand fluttered up and down like a swallow, with various knife techniques such as light, scraping, pointing and pecking, and finally swept the eyebrows lightly. I didn't forget to ask you: Are you comfortable? In barber's jargon, it's seventy-two and a half dollars, which is the most enjoyable part. Indeed, this half knife makes you feel that you have been in a fog for a long time. Unconsciously, there was another beep. Li Yidao's hand quickly picked up the ordinary clam oil and wiped your face warmly, instantly refreshing you and returning to reality.

However, Li Yidao's "eighteen sons" barber shop has been getting colder and colder in the past two years. He often sits at the door and watches people go in and out of beauty salons that have mushroomed. If there are fewer guests, income will naturally be less, and life will not be as smooth as before. His wife often gets angry with him, saying that she should keep pace with the times in her craft and keep a unique skill, so she can't make a living with it. No wonder his wife said it was husband and wife!

One day, Li Yidao went to visit relatives in the provincial capital and stayed at his brother-in-law's house. Uncle lang and his wife blew all morning and drank too much lunch. I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional. In a daze, my brother-in-law took him to a beauty salon. Lying on the massage chair, I felt a naked lady practicing on him. Today, that young lady is very attentive, and seems to have used all her housekeeping skills, pushing, hugging, pinching, cutting, rubbing, rolling, grasping, rubbing, poking and cutting, all meticulous. Li Yidao walked in the clouds for a while, and in Koharu in October, the sun shone brightly on her skin, and she felt as comfortable as a fairy. Meanwhile, the young lady's towering chest seemed to rub against him, and Li Yidao felt drunk.

Soon after coming back, Li Yidao's "Eighteen Sons" beauty salon opened, with unique decoration and unique style. More than a dozen specially recruited young ladies shuttled among them, and the business was full every day. In the bar, Li Yidao's wife is brightly dressed and smiling. I am secretly proud that this kind of on-site education in collusion with my eldest brother is really useful. Otherwise, Li Yidao might still be guarding that stupid barber shop. How can money come like water today?

On the contrary, Li Yidao was a little depressed. From time to time, he holds an Yixing teapot and sits alone at the door of the shop like a snowman in winter, singing in a teasing tone: "I was watching the mountain scenery on the tower, and suddenly I heard the chaos outside the city-"