In the staff dormitory of Honghai No. 1 middle school, while watching the ball game, Mr. Yang unconsciously touched his head and sometimes scratched with his fingers. I don't know why the scalp is itchy, but it's not that itchy, so Mr. Yang didn't care.

Sitting on the other side of the sofa reading, Xi CHENHONG was a little impatient. "Lao Yang, no wonder you've been scratching your scalp. Look, your head hasn't been cleaned. Can you not itch?"

As soon as I heard that the scalp was not cleaned and dirty, Mr. Yang couldn't sit still. He hurried to the bathroom, picked up the water, touched his head a few times, felt that the touch of his fingers was different from that in the past, so he looked up at the mirror

It doesn't matter. Mr. Yang was stunned. He approached the mirror, adjusted his glasses and looked carefully at the scalp in the mirror!

It's not dirty, but just grow out of the scalp pores, a little, if there's like no hair!

"Chen Hong, come here quickly, come here quickly!" teacher Liang's voice was urgent, and there was an uncontrollable surprise.

Xi CHENHONG heard her husband's cry and stopped reading. She hurried to the bathroom, "I'm not afraid to scare the neighbors by yelling in the daytime! What's the matter? Oh, it seems that your scalp hasn't been cleaned yet. I just bought that kind of good shampoo yesterday..."

Mr. Yang bowed his back slightly, and then his big head appeared in front of Xi CHENHONG. "Wife, look, look, what's on my scalp?"

Seeing that her husband was so eager, Xi CHENHONG smiled, "it's not dirty. Can it be hair?"

"It's hair, new hair from hair follicles!" teacher Yang said in surprise, "look, look..."

Hearing her husband's words, Xi CHENHONG looked carefully with the light, but also stunned, "my God, Lao Yang, you bald head, you really have to grow hair!"

"No wonder the scalp is a little itchy these two days. It turns out that it's growing hair!" teacher Yang was happy. His eyes fell on the bottle of ugly ointment on the washstand. "Morning red, Fu Yingying's ointment is really effective!"

"It seems that this ointment really has some effect!" Xi CHENHONG nodded. "Since it's useful, you can continue to use it. Oh, there's not much in it. You can buy some from your student tomorrow."

Mr. Yang was overjoyed. "Of course, I spent so much money before. Instead of long hair, I hurt my scalp and lost more hair! People look old as soon as they lose their hair. Standing with you, people say I'm several years older than you. In fact, you're two years older than me!"

"Who makes you work too hard and don't pay attention to maintenance!" Xi CHENHONG joked, "it's not easy to grow hair now, but you still have to ask your student what precautions you should pay attention to tomorrow. You should abide by them."

"Uh huh!" Mr. Yang nodded repeatedly, then took a comb and combed it around his head with only a little fluff.

Xi CHENHONG saw her husband's behavior and couldn't cry or laugh. "Well, that's the scalp. You should turn the ground. You think you can grow crops by loosening the soil!"

"What do you know? Science shows that relaxing the scalp can make the hair grow faster, better and darker!" Mr. Yang said triumphantly. At this moment, he has been staring at the top of the head in the mirror for fear of finding that it is a dream in the blink of an eye. Everything is false, and his head is still bare.