Why don't you ask me if I want to apply for a card?

I haven't had my hair cut for four months.

Today, after shooting, I asked my assistant to take the lamp and tripod to the studio, then put the equipment box in the trunk, and drove to get a haircut.

recently, I have been so busy that I haven't had time to get a haircut for four months.

not cutting hair for four months may not be a big deal for people with long hair, but it's distressing for people like me with short hair for ten thousand years.

now, I have tied a pigtail with a hairline, poking it in the back of my head like a sparrow's tail.

the place where I went to get my hair cut this time was recommended by my friend.

the person who cut my hair is a famous hairdresser who cuts the hair of a star. He only accepts appointments from acquaintances, but my friends make an appointment for me.

Who doesn’t want to look better in her favorite sweet sixteen dresses? There are perfect pieces for formal and informal events.

so I went.

this haircut took 57 minutes and 2000 yuan.

the stylist cut it very carefully, and he also analyzed the shape of my face and my previous hairstyle.

although he spoke sincerely and earnestly, he ended up with the hairstyle I was most afraid of, which accidentally blocked my eyes.

in this way, I had a very painful week.

I bowed my head and took the props. Hey, the bangs covered my eyes.

I looked down at the viewfinder frame. Hey, the bangs covered my eyes.

I took a picture with the lens of 50mm, and hey, these awesome bangs can't believe it's still on the camera.

pattern collapse.

this hair is cool and good-looking, but to me, it's not practical at all. The bangs in front of me have no limits.

I woke up in the middle of the night and the damn bangs poked into my nostrils.

how painful.

this reminds me of my college days when my hair was quite long, the dormitory had no air conditioning at night, and it was so hot that it was crazy.

in the early morning of a summer night, I woke up, scratching my sweaty hair and trying to shave my head all night.

"I can't stand it anymore." On the seventh day of 2000 yuan of hair, I said to myself, "I'm going out to get a haircut."

this is where the real story begins.

I remember clearly that it was the second day of September, when I went out and went downstairs, I was surprised to find that it was foggy outside.

at this time, I remembered that my roommate's T-shirt said that a comet was going to approach the earth tonight.

but does the celestial phenomenon have anything to do with my haircut?

I walked through the fog, and the visibility around me was eerily low. Why is it foggy at this time? And it's not haze, and I don't understand it.

in the fog, the light and shadow are blurred, and people's shadows are like oil stains on paper, with no edges and no trace. I think of the sunrise impressions painted by Monet.

the whole world is like an out-of-focus picture.

full of doubts, I walked out of the door of the community, found the nearest barbershop, and went in.

I haven't been to this barbershop in front of my house once, and now I don't care whether their hair looks good or not. My idea is that shaving my head is more convenient than the one I have now.

I walked in and a young hairdresser with curly hair received me.

"What kind of haircut does the girl want?" He asked me.

"be refreshing." I replied, "Don't block your eyes with bangs or flat bangs. If you really can't, just give me a bald head."

"Why would you want to shave your head?"

"My hair feels bad."

"Let me give you a fresh cut, bald head is exaggerating. Like a reform-through-labor convict. "

there is no rebuttal at all.

"that's fine, it's up to you," I said.

the barber named Chekhov began to cut my hair. He didn't say much, he didn't recommend me to dye my hair, and he didn't ask me to apply for a card. I was going to give him a full mark on his service.

"it's done. Take a look. " He finally said.

"awesome." I looked at the mirror, the shape was very good, it didn't cover my eyes at all, and it was pretty cool, in line with my usual style.

"you're such a good barber," I said. "Why don't you ask me if I want a card?"

"whether you want to apply for a card or not depends on fate." He said.

what a straightforward boy.

I didn't apply for a card, so I paid directly and went out to go home.

at the moment, the fog still did not dissipate. I looked up at the sky and the moon seemed to have long hair. I don't know how to describe this night. I always feel like something's wrong. It seems that the whole world is out of touch with reality.

but I don't care much.

September 4th, two days after I had my hair cut. I'm going to the barber's to get a card.

because after two days of shooting, I found that this hairstyle perfectly meets my requirements! And it looks good! Only 68 yuan!

I walked out of the neighborhood and went to the barbershop.

"your barber named Chekhov has a very good haircut. Isn't he here?" I asked the clerk.

"there is no barber named Chekhov." The clerk said.

"what? I came to see him for a haircut on the evening of September 2nd. "

"There has never been a barber named Chekhov." The girl at the front desk showed me the picture of the shop assistant posted on the wall.

No matter what I ask, the other person says there is no such person as Chekhov.

I was vaguely scared, so I hurried home and told my roommate T-shirt.

T-shirt is a science fiction fan.

"are you mistaken?" The shirt repeatedly confirmed with me.

"Not. I also took a picture of the haircut in which stood the barber named Chekhov, but the store insisted that he didn't know him. I asked several shop assistants, but all of them said they didn't know each other. "

the shirt thought for a moment and asked me, "have you seen the night the comet came?" A science-fiction movie. "

"No."

"It is said that on the night when the comet comes, you go out and pass through that dark path, and the world you are heading for is not your world. It's another world. On September 2, you encounter a heavy fog, go through it, get a haircut, and walk to another parallel universe. The barbershop you go to is the barbershop in the parallel universe, and the barber you meet is the barber in that universe. Then you walk home through the fog, and then you go to another parallel universe. "

"didn't I go back to the universe where I was in the first place?"

"the parallel universe is theoretically infinite, and the universe you return to is impossible to be the universe you started in. For example, there are 10000000 forks. Can you go back to the original road? No way. "

"what do I do? how do I get back to the universe I used to be in?"

"Why go back? The universe is fine. Your roommate is still me. " The shirt said.

I went to see the movie that T-shirt said, and after watching it, I felt very frightened. If I am really in another universe, have I handed in my pictures?! Don't tell me that all the films have to be remade.

so I began to send Wechat to editors and advertisers one by one: did you get the picture?

Thank God I handed over the picture in this universe.

I don't think I'm dreaming, because I did have my hair cut, and I even took a picture of the barber named Chekhov.

this wonderful experience still puzzles me.

The T-shirt has gone on a business trip, and I'm still shooting crazily.

she bought me a Star Trek ticket in Beijing to give me time to see it.

there is a meteor shower on the day I go to the cinema, but it can't be seen in the city.

in the film, I saw the barber who cut my hair that day.

although the navigator in the film is a foreigner, he looks like the barber who cut my hair at all.

I didn't send text messages on my shirt. I just finished watching the movie.

I am not a science fiction fan, and this is the first time I have seen the Star Trek movie. I think of the fog, that night, and the blurring of the edges of all objects.

the way I understand the world has always been visual, but at the moment I think there may be more ways.

it suddenly occurred to me that there might be more possibilities in an unknown place.

possibilities that we don't know.

"Why are you called a shirt, not a cedar?" I asked when I picked up my shirt from a business trip at the airport.

"Redshirt." The shirt said, "the name of a novel also represents a color of clothes on Star Trek, so it's hard to explain to you.". "

"What is the novel about?"

"it is said that the works we create form a real world."

that night, I sent Wechat and my co-editor to discuss whether to make a set of sci-fi-themed still life films and put them in the October issue of the magazine. The magazine went to the printing shop on September 17th, and now it is September 13th.

although we were in a hurry, we tried it this way. She reported the topic, and I began to prepare the props.

the spread at the beginning of the still life film shows a scene created in the studio. On a table, there are items and necklaces with a strong sense of science and technology. at the top, we cut the shapes of many planets and hang them up.

on one of the planets, I wrote For Chekhov, and I don't know why I did it.

even though the fog and that night were imaginary, I think they meant something.

and shooting the work itself is also to leave some meaning.

I don't know if I have done this in the parallel universe, nor do I know if this October issue has been put in that barbershop.

has the task of issuing a card this month been completed?

I'd like to ask the barber named Chekhov.

Why didn't you ask me if I had a card?

maybe I got a card and stayed in your universe.

FIN.

to my beloved

Anton Eugene.