Among the tourist attractions of Huaxia Film and Television City is a rare folklore performance base program.

The show was performed by an old man from a minority ethnic group whose show was shaving his head with a sickle.

The old man held a fast-gried sickle every day to shout at the folklore show, inviting tourists to cooperate with his shaved stunts.

But his scythe in his hand is really scary, there are really few tourists who dare to test the knife with their own body, and the old man in the folk performance group, the least money.

But today, the head of the performance troupe told him that a big deal needed him to do it, so the old man carried the burden and followed the head to a palace in the film and television city with the fellow.

"Oh, Chen broke his sleeve, I asked you to find a man who shaves his head, how do you find an old man who cuts wheat?"

Guo Dalu looked at the old ethnic minority who was holding a flat load and wondered with a face, “Your family’s shaving head with a sickle?”

Chen Ruihu called Qu: "Oh, I searched the nearby barber hall, these hairdressers, what stylists, one will shave the head without!"I can't help but find an old uncle of folklore show?"

The road is standing, isn’t it?If this hairdresser doesn't even scratch the head, then open a shit?Close the door as soon as possible!”

Chen Ruihu said: "You don't say that the business of these barbering halls is still very good, because they occupy the light of the film and television city, the land is expensive, and the fees are high, so it is said that they are first-class in the shape of Huaxia, and even a lot of film and television actors go to their barbershops."

Guo Dalu said, “Just the fucking movie circle has more moths!”This is in the countryside, you don't open a barbershop to shave your head, then you don't laugh and piss?"

He looked at the grandfather of the minority, "I said, this old uncle can shave his head?"Then he will not shake his hand, and pull down the man's ear in a sickle."

Chen Ruihu said, "It's okay, this old man's hand is stable, and then he pulls his ears down, it's not too much to go into the hospital and pick it up, anyway, he can't get out of life."

The actors standing next to him heard the dialogue between the two of them, and they all scolded themselves, “ paralyzed, is there such a thing to say?”

The old man in the scene put down his shoulder shoulder, took out the sharpening stone, polished the sickle "brush brush" for a while, and tried the test blade with his finger belly, which nodded with satisfaction, just in the kung fu of his sharpening knife, the small stove he had picked up the stove had been boiled on a pot of water sitting on the stove.

The old man took out from the other end of the picker, the basin, the towel, the knife cloth, and said a few words to the head of the group around him, and his eyes were aimed at the people at the scene.

Guo Da Road saw the old man picked up the two sides, one is a small stove, the other is a guy style, even an ancient shaved head for the life, not by the wonder, "sleeping groove, how can there be this craft now?"Shaving your head is rare now!”

Chen Ruihu said: "This is not a folklore performance, and now this has been retained, and you can't see it at all."It was then that I saw the old man who shaved his head, and I knew how the phrase "shaving his head is hot."

Guo Dalu laughed, "Well, try this old man's craft."

The man standing next to the old man asked, “Uncle said, you can start, who will shave first?”

Guo Dalu reached out and pointed to Chu Tiange, “You come first!”

Chu Tiange's frightened body trembling, a face of fear to look at Guo Da Road, "Guo ... Guo ... Guo Master, shaved head can also, can not use a sickle?"Is that too scary?”

Guo Dao Road: “What are you afraid of?Can they kill you?”

Small fresh meat like Chu Tiange, their own skin sacs are very important, they earn money is the skin sac, in order to maintain their so-called perfect shape, what to eat every day, how much to eat, the company has strict arrangements.Even the shape of the film and television, there are teams to deal with, fear that they suddenly become ugly, causing fans to be disgusted, thus causing the occurrence of powdering.

This kind of so-called business supported by a single skin can be described as a beautiful castle built on the beach, although beautiful, but fragile and vulnerable, any small flaw, is enough to destroy their perfect image, thus causing a large number of fans dissatisfied, loss of a large number of viewers.

Now Guo Da Road let Chu Tiange shave his head here, he naturally 120 are not happy, but even his own boss has agreed, what is the way he can do it?

Resignation without?

Don't say he doesn't have this courage, even if he has this courage, it must have this strength.

Cyclone company single-handedly made him a popular star, the amount of material and manpower spent is not ordinary, so the contract is not the general harsh, he wants to leave the whirlwind company, the amount to be compensated is an astronomical number.

These small fresh meats are god-like existence in front of fans, but in fact, they are only the company's money-making tools, not only are they squandered by the company's boss, but even their peers are despised, and they are reluctant to maintain the glamour of the front of the people.

Now even the boss Shi Haiping in front of Guo Da Road is a little trembling, how dare he dare not obey Chu Tiange?

Chu Tiange looked at Guo Da Road a few eyes, and then looked at Shi Haiping a few eyes, and finally hesitated to grind and grind to the old man to slowly sit down next to the old man, allowing the old man to rub his head in the basin, until the old man will grind the sting fast sickle on his forehead, Chu Tiange's frightened head of the head of the pinch is up.

Looking at the ice-ice sickle attached to the hairline, Chu Tiange's skin trembled, closed his eyes, and did not dare to look at anything.

After a moment, the scalp suddenly cooled, "brush" a soft sound, this coolness from the hairline to the top of the head, and then a strand of hair fell from the front, attached to their own face.

Chu Tiange's "Ah" screamed, and the whole heart was frightened to fly out of his throat's eyes.

Then the scalp tightened, and the old man with the sickle scythe slammed a few times on his scalp, and he said a few words.

The translator next to him said, "Brother, old man said to make you honest, if you call again, what if he slips his hand and cuts your head?"

Chu Tiange did not dare to say anything more, closed his lips, and his body trembled slightly.

He only felt his scalp loosen for a while, and the sickle, hoarded it back and forth, as if after a century of so long, the old man once again put his head into the basin and washed it, and finally wiped his whole head clean with the hot towel, and took a picture of his head without a heavy pat on his head, and groaned in a word.

The man next to him, who was the translator, smiled and said, “Okay, shaved, open your eyes, next one!”

Chu Tiange slowly spit out a breath, slowly opened his eyes, thinking of giving up the position, but his whole body was soft, and he could not stand up for a while.

He was terrified!