Back to the year before the end of the world (MTL)

Chapter 7

    Men are very well-behaved and have good comprehension skills.

    Even if Lin Luo could obviously feel him startled when he turned on the hair dryer, the man did not leave his seat, but motionless, stiff like a stone.

    The old house had Father Lin's spare razor, Lin Luo collected all these things in one place, and found it easily when he looked for it.

    "I'm going to hang up your beard, don't move, or it will hurt you."

    Seeing the man's gaze is always on the thing in his hand, Lin Luo comforted, and as expected, after she finished speaking, her gaze was straight. To the front.

    Putting his hands on his legs obediently, with his straight sitting posture, it is almost...like a schoolboy.

    Lin Luo held back his smile and took a rubber band to tie up the half-length hair that was basically dry behind him, so as not to wait to make trouble.

    His hair is very hard, and Lin Luo seems to be able to feel the uncomfortableness of that piece of skin when he touches the back of the man's neck with his fingers.

    "Luo, Lolo." The

    man didn't know what was going on, he didn't know what to say, so he could only call these two words helplessly.

    "Yeah, I'm here."

    Lin Luo answered . After tying his hair, he picked up the razor on the side and looked at the face in front of him intently.

    She hadn't used this thing before, but she had a strong ability to control her body. As the messy beard fell a little bit, the man's face gradually became clear.

    Sword eyebrows and star eyes, nose high.

    The light-colored thin lips are pressed tightly, and the man has a very handsome but at the same time very ugly appearance.

    However, a person with this appearance has a pair of clear eyes like Chaolu, which dilutes the coldness of his appearance a bit.

    "Huh—"

    Lin Luo subconsciously breathed out at the end, blowing off some of the tiny beards that remained on the man's face.

    "Okay, you can move."

    The man blinked and shouted "Lolo" again.

    It doesn't have any meaning, and it's not that Lin Luo has something to do. It seems that I just want to use these two words to give myself confidence.

    Lin Luo responded seriously, "By the way," she seemed to remember, "Do you have a name?" I can't call "Hey".

    "Name..." The man repeated these two words again, his eyes blinked quickly, as if he was thinking and remembering.

    "Yun, Yun Shu." He nodded, "Name, mine."

    Lin Luo moved for a while, subconsciously looking at a calligraphy and painting hanging behind the sofa in the living room.

    It was written by Grandpa Luo, and it is also his favorite.

    There are two lines of poem above.

    Do not be surprised, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court leisurely;

    leave or stay unintentionally, all over the sky. (Note 1)

    Hearing the two words "Yun Shu", Lin Luo understood who got his name.

    "...A very nice name." Lin Luo didn't know why Grandpa didn't bring people back since he was willing to give him this name.