He came out with his clothes and Yan Luo was thinking. Rong Tangcuo looked at her serious look and did not dare to disturb her. She just glanced at her from time to time and pulled her to prevent her from hitting the wall.

They were going to return to Teacher Tony's barber shop to get the wigs.

Suddenly, Yan Luo stopped and said "tsk" in annoyance.

Rong Tangcuo asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

"I think--" Yan Luo pondered for a while, "I look like a big injustice."

Sugar cluster:?

You have been thinking about it for a long time, just thinking about whether you are a big injustice?

"Why?"

"I spent 400 yuan on clothes for the director's seven hundred yuan, and no more wigs can be spent?" Yan Luo looked stern and looked solemn, "I lost money. Not only did I make money in vain, but I also became a wig."

Free labor.”

Rongtang Cluster: "What seven hundred yuan?"

Yan Luo wanted to speak but stopped:...

Oh, waiver.

Exposed.

Yan Luo pretended not to hear it, suddenly turned his head and frowned to look at the photographer.

The photographer was startled and asked stammered, "What, what's wrong?"

"If Xiao Hu reports this money, I won't be reimbursed? I won't do it if I don't."

Xiao Hu...

The photographer hesitated to look at her, "I'll ask?"

After receiving Yan Luo's nodding response, the photographer called Director Hu, and the opposite side was picked up after beating a few times. He subconsciously shouted: "Xiao Hu..."

Director Hu:?

He took a closer look at the name of the person displayed on his phone: Photographer Xiao Wang.

This was not wrong, he thought he was a leader.

"No, no..." Xiao Wang suddenly realized that he had just called his big boss Xiao Hu, and his heart trembled, "Director Hu."

He felt his arm being poked by something pointed. He looked down and saw that Yan Luo poked him with his fingertips.

Yan Luo pointed to his cell phone and couldn't wait, "I'll do it, I'll do it."

As a former migrant worker, she still knows how humble a social animal is to face a big boss.

Xiao Wang wanted to communicate with Director Hu and handed her the phone.

Yan Luo cleared his throat, "Little Hu."

Director Hu recognized her voice, "Little Luo? Is there anything wrong?"

"I need to spend a lot of money on buying props. Will the program team reimburse you?"

Director Hu began push and pull tactics, "Recently—"

"The show has been in a downturn recently, there are not enough sponsors, the program costs a lot, and there are many staff..." Yan Luo counted his fingers and said, "Xiao Hu, you are such a big director, can't you say such words, right?

?”

Director Hu:...

Damn it, she actually predicted it.

"No, no, no, there is no such evil capitalist director, right?" Yan Luo continued to fan the flames sarcastically.

Director Hu:?

"Okay, okay, reimbursement." Director Hu said in pain, "Then you have to act well."

If you don’t act well, don’t blame him for pulling a banner and shouting “Repay my hard-earned money!!”

Yan Luo had curved eyebrows and eyes, like a little fox who had stolen candy, "Don't worry, I'll mess it up if I leave it to me."

Yan Luo was very happy now. He was afraid that Director Hu would settle the score with her, so he quickly hung up the phone.

Director Hu, who choked in his throat in one breath:...

Someone was reimbursed, Yan Luo became tough and straightened his waist. He waved to Rong Tangcuo with a generous look, "Go, pay."

￥￥

When Yan Luo came over with Rong Tangcuo, Teacher Tony was dyeing his wig and preparing to trim it.

Yan Luo then waited by the side with Rong Tangcuo.

Teacher Tony chatted with them while trimming his wig, "Are you stars? Why are there still photographers taking photos of you?"

Yan Luo waved his hand and said, "It's a documentary."

She still remembered the instructions Director Hu gave her yesterday, and don’t forget that the positioning of this program is-

Youth literary documentary!

"What are you buying these wigs?"

"The village wants to perform a show, this is a performance prop."

Teacher Tony nodded thoughtfully.

They stared at Teacher Tony's flowing movements intently, and did not notice Teacher Tony's eyes, full of regret, glanced at them from time to time, and then sighed.

Rong Tangcuo held Yan Luo's clothes and hid half of her body behind her, her lips pursed straight, staring at the wigs with a serious face.

In fact, this is the normal operation of the sugar cluster.

Since childhood, she has not been popular with some cute creatures, such as small animals and human cubs. Before meeting Yan Luo, she prefers to stay alone in her dim room and look at the crystal ball and

Tarot card.

After meeting Yan Luo, Yan Luo, who couldn't even stay at home, often pulled the little house girl out to wander around, and went around everywhere. When he was outside, Rong Tangcuo, who was unwilling to appear in front of others, would subconsciously hide.

Behind Yan Luo.

In Teacher Tony's eyes, the little girl with twin braids was stern, hiding behind another girl, and wearing... strange clothes.

Today, Yan Luo tied his red hair casually in order to go down the mountain, with his low-key loose black short-sleeved and black pants standing with Rong Tangcun in a black floral suit...

It looks like a sister with a bad family condition, with a bad brain and autistic sister.

Still making a documentary.

It should be a documentary that records the hard life of children in mountain villages?

Parents who go out to work, sisters who stay at home to take care of their younger brothers and sisters, sisters who have brain diseases and autism, and dilapidated houses...

Teacher Tony had a soft heart that could not bear to the sufferings of the world. He put down his scissors and sighed deeply.

Yan Luo looked at the time. It was not until late at night. Why did he start emo time?

She asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Teacher Tony picked up the scissors again and asked indirectly while cutting, "Where do you live?"

Yan Luo pointed to the only sharp mountain in the distance, "Living on the top of the mountain."

Teacher Tony's hands slowed down and his tone was a little heavy, "Are your parents not here?"

Yan Luo nodded.

"How many children do you have?"

Yan Luo thought for a while, "Add seven of us."

They are just six older friends and one younger friend.

"Then did you buy this little girl's clothes for her?"

Although Yan Luo was puzzled, he still answered honestly, "Ah? I'll go to a sister in our village to ask for her."

Teacher Tony's facial features were wrinkled tighter.

Living in the mountains, seven left-behind children were wearing clothes that others didn't want...

As soon as this information appeared, a scene of several children gathering on the dining table, holding more water than rice, and only a piece of porridge with vegetable leaves floating on it, hungry for feeding.

Too miserable.

It's really miserable.

Amid Teacher Tony's sigh, these wigs were finally cut.

Yan Luo thought that Teacher Tony had emote in advance and did not disturb him understandingly.

Teacher Tony took care of these wigs, covered them with a hair net, put them in a bag, and handed them to Yan Luo.

"alright."
To be continued...