Chapter 288: White Hair
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
It was time for Chuchu to start writing her essay.
In the past, when she was in the lower grades, an essay could not be called an essay. It should be said that it was writing a description of the pictures. Two to three hundred words were enough. Chuchu felt she couldn’t finish writing and it wasn’t satisfying enough.
Now that the word count had risen to six to seven hundred words, the other children were grimacing in pain while she was the only one who enjoyed it.
The essay that day was about the changes in a family member. It sounded difficult to write, but in fact, it was about the children’s ability to observe and empathize with their loved ones. They were asked to write down their true feelings.
The next day, many people came up with materials. Many students in the class wrote about their mother’s white hair. Why did their mother start to have small wrinkles and white hair when they were still young?
However, Chuchu wrote her father.
She still remembered her father used to have a bad temper. Although he loved her mother, he was still very easily angered sometimes. Her mother said he was under a lot of pressure and that as a family member, she should be more tolerant of him.
But later on, when her mother started a company and became the boss, her father became gentler and gentler. It wasn’t easy for him to shouted anymore. His temper became much better and he even helped her with the housework.
Chuchu’s essay material stood out from the pile of “white hair” and was awarded a rare high score. The language teacher even printed out her essay paper and pasted it next to the grade announcement as a commendation for outstanding homework.
Chuchu didn’t understand why so many children wanted to write white hair. She thought about it carefully. Her mother’s hair was long, black, and very shiny. There was not a single white hair.
When Qu Zhi returned at night, Chuchu stared at her hair for a long time.
“What’s wrong?” Qu Zhi touched her hair, thinking that there was something stuck to it.
“Mommy doesn’t have white hair?” Chuchu asked sincerely, “Many of the children in the class have mothers with white hair.”
Qu Zhi looked at her hair. It was indeed well-groomed and smooth. She flipped through it carefully. There was indeed no white hair. Even if she had just permed and dyed it not long ago, every strand of hair was still very healthy.
This was the result of her meticulous care.
To put it bluntly, hair was the confidence of a woman who loved beauty.
In her previous life, when Chuchu was in third grade, Qu Zhi already had white hair, and it wasn’t rare. She was immersed in all kinds of stress and negative emotions every day. Her white hair came fiercely and in large wisps. In the end, Qu Zhi’s hair turned white at such a young age. In addition, her hair was originally fluffy hair, so she looked like she was in her forties.
At that time, she didn’t know how to take care of herself, so she let her white hair grow. She thought that after a period of hard work, her black hair would grow back. As a result, more and more white hair appeared on her head, and her hair became even grayer.
It wasn’t until Chuchu’s classmates started calling her “Chuchu’s Grandma” that she realized how important it was to take good care of her hair. However, it was too late for her to receive treatment at that time, so she could only dye it black. In addition to the folk recipe, she had to boil sesame paste until Chuchu returned every day. Chuchu would feel nauseous when she smelled it.
She would never let herself become like this again in this life.
She had started to take care of her hair early on. She went to the hair salon regularly to get hair treatment. She also tried not to stay up late as much as possible and did not give herself under too much pressure. She did whatever she was happy with.
She was a little surprised when she looked in the mirror. It turned out that a head of black and beautiful hair could add so many points to her appearance and temperament. Although she was already in her thirties, she still looked like a young girl. Her skin was tight and shiny, and her eyes were sparkling. She was completely in the state of a young girl.
“Chuchu, do you want Mommy to have white hair?” Qu Zhi rubbed her face with a smile.
“No!” Of course, it was different.
Her mother’s hair was like the long hair of a long-haired princess in a fairy tale. It was strong and smooth, like satin.
If she had white hair, she wouldn’t look good.
She suddenly thought of a classmate’s essay that said that her mother’s white hair came of anger.
Chuchu hugged her mother tightly and swore softly, “I definitely won’t make Mommy angry.. Mommy will never have white hair!”