我是一个理发师,二战前经营着一家男士理发店。但有一天,一个女孩却突然出现在我的理发店里。女孩皮肤黝黑,但很有光泽,一双绿色的大眼睛晶莹闪亮,特别是那条又粗又长的辫子正好端端正正地垂在了后背的两个肩胛骨之间。“把辫子剪掉!”女孩大概是因为什么事正在赌气,所以话说得飞快,而且还带着一点外地口音。“你叫什么名字?”我试探 I am a hairdresser who ran a men’s hairdresser before World War II. But one day, a girl suddenly appeared in my barber shop. The girl’s skin is dark, but shiny, a pair of green eyes sparkling, especially the long, thick braid that hung directly between the two shoulder blades in the back. “Cut out the braids! ” Girl probably because something is pique, so fast words, but also with a little accent in the field. “What’s your name? ” I tempted