Please keep the secret for me

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It is the very next day of the new school at three o'clock in the afternoon, fat Logistics Department of Changan Delve got third batch of children. There is a total of 12, just can fill our small barber shop. School will begin tomorrow, the military training, military command of this newly introduced new rules: each small soldiers on their caps, seen from behind is best not distinguish gender. They let the L4 year-old children experience a month without men and women of other military life. The children twitters, as if their will on the front like excited. They also dare to show preferences, especially handsome tall and wearing fashionable Beek, the children into a barber shop put eyes on him, Beek is our shop the most provoking girl like barber. But there is a girl, that has a cute curly red hair, wearing a white bubbles princess dress girl, she looks not happy at all.
She is reluctant to cut off her head and shoulder and red hair, dark blue eyes filled with tears.
But Beek just took a fancy to her, he gave a loud whistle, and she beckoned: " little angel, can I help you? " Girl students started heckling, the envious eyes on her, but she took a step backward, say coldly: " thank you! I'm afraid I don't believe you craft! " Her remark shop people laugh, when children are selected by their barber. The fast 50 years old swivel chair but no one. I'm not sure that red hair girl will not come to me, but I was walking towards her. Reach out to touch her hair that moment, she quickly jumped screaming, her hands tightly holding the hair at the look of horror on my.
With my 20 years as a barber's experience, I know that girl, why did not choose their own barber reason. The other 11 children began to complain that she delay all the time, Ann Delve also went to her. I reached out to her, she hesitated a second half, finally hand timidly handed over.
In the bathroom to wash my hair, I found the girl's shoulder in the trembling slightly, along with her three classmates. My hand gently touched her hair, the other hand carefully watering, washing oil squeeze. Give her wet hair bag big towel, I smiled she smiled, " Oh, pretty baby. "
The other children were finished, some of the girls went to Lana with my scissors. Lana nervously to they don't wait for her to go back. So I smiled and told them: " you around I hurt Lana to do? " The children quietly stand aside.
I began to carefully to Lana barber. Red wig volume continuously from my scissors fly out, like a flying dragonfly. I never took such a long time -- is very long, I spent one and a half hour for a 14 year old girl cut a simple Qier bob. But all of Lana's classmates all say, Bob Lana is more lovely. Lana jumped off the chair to stand in front of a mirror, I see her heart is filled with joy, seems to have something to say to me. When they reached the door, she seems very big determination, running back, timidly said: " Grandpa, you squat down, I have a word with you. " I smiled at her, squat down. She came to my ears, gently said: " can you help me ... ... Keep it a secret? " I looked at her, out of my little finger ... ...
This a few years later, Lana would often accompany her classmate comes to our shop to cut hair. In recent years she has been a beautiful red hair, always so long, always so charming artful beautiful, three years just trim off a red hair. Sometimes she would say: " Uncle Sam, the day before yesterday I to cut hair when you wear the black shirt looks really good! " I just smiled and replied: " I was almost put her your forehead hair cut out. " In fact, she was not the second cut her hair, and I was willing to work for her protection of the secret, because Lana is so beautiful and clever a child, then I will help her to hide the secret not to let others know good.
Lana graduated from the day before came to my barber shop, she said: " thank you, uncle Sam, because you make me perfect happy times of middle school. " I patted her shoulder and said: " no matter how many difficulties encountered in the future, please believe that you are the one and only. "
Time went on, I put the barber shop to take care of Lana son, the girl also gradually fade from memory. But one day, the son suddenly to me a parcel from Paris. I opened, Paris is a famous fashion magazine, the cover is a tall, beautiful head model. I turned to the directory, a title: " Lana: head models beautiful life legend ". My tears slowly fall, Lana, the 10 years to come to our shop to cut hair girl, she is now famous Paris model. During the interview she said: " in those I still have no hair was eager to long hair flying days, there is a kind-hearted uncle Sam to protect me the hypocrisy of the secret. But when I really want to head show and therefore fame, I want to thank most is still you, my dearest uncle Sam ... ... "