In the first month of the lunar year, you're not supposed to get a haircut. Regardless of the tradition's origins or its truth, Jiang Che had always followed it since he was a child. His hair had grown a bit long, and although it looked handsome, it was getting out of control. So, Jiang Che dragged Chen Yunsong out of his house to a newly opened, quite nice barbershop nearby.

The barbershop had been extremely busy these days.

Jiang Che asked Chen Yunsong to hold a spot in line for him, planning to take his turn when it came.

Chen Yunsong didn't understand at first until the barber called his name, and Jiang Che walked in just in time, pushing him back into the seat and taking his place in front of the mirror. That's when Chen Yunsong realized what was happening.