At the barbershop entrance hung one of those constantly spinning poles. Posters of the latest hairstyles were taped to the glass.
A tape recorder was playing the song "A Game, A Dream."
Why did we say goodbye
Then speak of being together
Now, though I'm without you
I am still myself
Qin Jiao pursed her lips and pushed the door open to go inside. She was starting to realize that the most popular songs were usually about heartbreak.
'And Shen Yi, who's already been dealt a blow, would only feel worse hearing a sad song like this.'
Mr. Du didn't ask them where they had been or why they had taken so long. When the three of them were done with their haircuts, Qin Jiao said her goodbyes and was about to leave when Shen Yi called out to her.
Mr. Du had already slowly turned his wheelchair and was heading into the courtyard by himself.
Shen Yi looked up at Qin Jiao. Beneath his long lashes, his beautiful, jet-black eyes were filled with a sorrow so thick it couldn't be dispelled.
