剃    头    大    师   

 我    的    表    弟    小    沙    天    生    胆    小   , 他    怕    鬼   , 怕    喝    中    药   , 怕    做    噩    梦   , 还    怕    剃    头   
 小    沙    每    次    都    是    被    姑    父    押    进    理    发    店    的   , 而    且   , 姑    父    还    得     执    一    把    木    尺    在    一    旁    监    督   , 否    则   , 小    沙    准    会    夺    门    而    逃   
 店    里    的    剃    头    师    傅    都    不    欢    迎    小    沙    这    样    的    顾    客   , 因    为    谁    给    他    剃    头   , 他    就    骂    谁    害    人    精   , 还    用    看    仇    人    一    样    的    目    光    怒    视    对    方   
 总    是    一    个    老    剃    头    师    傅    来    做    小    沙    的    冤    家   。 老    师    傅    耳    朵    不    好   , 听    不    清    小    沙    的    抗    议   , 而    且   , 他    有    一    把    磨    得    锃    亮    的    剃    刀   , 所    以   , 小    沙    只    得    规    规    矩    矩    由    老    师    傅    摆    布   
 最    痛    苦    的    是   , 老    师    傅    习    惯    用    一    把    老    掉    牙    的    推    剪   , 它    常    常    会    咬    住    一    绺    头    发    不    放   , 让    小    沙    吃    尽    苦    头   。 这    还    不    算   , 老    师    傅    眼    神    差    了    点    儿   , 总    把    碎    头    发    掉    在    小    沙    的    脖    子    里   , 痒    得    小    沙    哧    哧    笑   。 你    想    想   , 这    一    会    儿    痛    一    会    儿    痒    的   , 跟    受    刑    一    样   
 最    让    小    沙    耿    耿    于    怀    的    是   , 每    次    剃    完    头   , 姑    父    还    要    付    双    倍    的    钱    给    害    人    精   
 本    文    作    者    秦    文    君   ,  选    作    课    文    时    有    改    动   
 这    次   , 小    沙    的    头    发    很    长    了   。 他    知    道    姑    父    绝    对    不    肯    让    他     这    样    过    年   , 可    他    又    怕    再    去    理    发    店    受    折    磨   , 就    央    求    我    替    他    剪     头    发   , 并    答    应    剪    完    后    付    给    我    五    块    钱   
 其    实   , 不    给    钱    我    也    愿    意   , 因    为    从    来    没    有    人    肯    把    头    交    给    我     症    候    处    置   。 我    一    连    在    他    肩    上    拍    了    三    下   , 表    示   : 有    你    的   , 老    弟   
 小    沙    坐    在    凳    子    上   , 看    我    找    出    剪    刀   , 才    有    些    慌   , 说   : 别    剪    破    耳    朵   , 你    得    发    誓   !
 虽    然    以    前    没    有    干    过    这    一    行   , 可    我    好    像    有    剃    头    的    天    分   。  我    先    把    姑    父    的    大    睡    衣    给    他    围    上   , 再    摆    出    剃    头    师    傅    的    架    势   ,  嚓    嚓    两    剪    刀   , 就    剪    下    一    堆    头    发   
 嗬   ! 小    沙    高    兴    了   , 你    真    把    头    发    剪    下    来    了   !
 我    觉    得    自    己    像    个    剃    头    大    师   , 剪    刀    所    到    之    处   , 头    发    纷    纷    飘    落   , 真    比    那    老    剃    头    师    傅    还    熟    练   。 这    儿    一    剪    刀   , 那    儿    一    剪    刀   , 不    一    会    儿   , 姑    父    的    睡    衣    就    像    一    张    熊    皮   , 上    面    落    满    了    黑    头    发   
 很    快   , 我    就    发    现    自    己    闯    了    祸   。 因    为    这    样    随    意    乱    剪   , 头     发    长    长    短    短   , 这    儿    翘    起   , 那    儿    却    短    得    不    到    一    厘    米   
 哎    呀   ! 我    叫    起    来   , 坏    了   !
 小    沙    连    忙    摸    耳    朵   , 看    它    们    还    在   , 就    无    所    谓    了   。 我    敢    说   , 世    界    上    再    也    没    有    比    他    更    优    秀    的    顾    客    了   
 我    剪    掉    了    几    根    翘    起    的    长    发   , 又    把    头    发    修    了    修   , 可    惜    越    修    越    糟   , 一    些    头    发    越    剪    越    短   , 甚    至    露    出    了    头    皮   。 一    眼    望    去   ,
 整    个    头    上    坑    坑    洼    洼   ,  耳    朵    边    剪    得    小    心   ,  却    像    层    层    梯    田   
 我    想    稳    住    小    沙   , 告    诉    他    这    是    最    时    髦    的    发    式   , 可    他    一    照     镜    子   , 大    叫    一    声   , 像    见    了    鬼    一    样   
 当    然   , 我    没    得    到    那    五    块    钱   。 这    还    不    算    倒    霉   , 最    倒    霉    的    是    小    沙    父    子   : 小    沙    被    迫    去    理    发    店    剃    了    个    和    电    灯    泡    一    样    的    光    头   ; 姑    父    呢   , 那    件    睡    衣    上    的    头    发    怎    么    也    清    除    不    干    净   , 他    每    天    夜    里    都    要    爬    起    来    两    三    次   , 捉    跳    蚤    一    样    找    身    上    的    碎    头    发   
 剃    执    否    骂    仇    惯    刑    替    厘    摸   
 小    的    时    候   , 游    戏    的    种    类    很    多   , 其    中    我    最    爱    玩    的    是    吹    肥    皂    泡   
 下    雨    的    时    节   , 不    能    到    山    上    海    边    去    玩   , 母    亲    总    教    我    们    在     廊    子    上    吹    肥    皂    泡   。 她    说    阴    雨    时    节    天    气    潮    湿   , 肥    皂    泡    不    容    易     破    裂   
 方    法    是    把    用    剩    的    碎    肥    皂    放    在    一    只    小    木    碗    里   , 加    上    点    儿    水   , 和    弄    和    弄   , 使    它    溶    化   , 然    后    用    一    支    竹    笔    套    管   , 蘸    上    那    黏    稠    的    肥    皂    水   , 慢    慢    地    吹    起   , 吹    成    一    个    轻    圆    的    网    球    大    小    的    泡    儿   , 再    轻    轻    地    一    提   , 那    轻    圆    的    球    儿    便    从    管    上    落    了    下    来   , 软    悠    悠    地    在    空    中    飘    游   。 若    用    扇    子    在    下    面    轻    轻    地    扇    送   , 有    时    能    飞    得    很    高    很    高   
 这    肥    皂    泡   , 吹    起    来    很    美    丽   , 五    色    的    浮    光   , 在    那    轻    清    透    明    的    球    面    上    乱    转   。 若    是    扇    得    好   , 一    个    大    球    会    分    裂    成    两    三    个    珍    珑    娇    软    的    小    球   , 四    散    分    飞   。 有    时    吹    得    太    大    了   , 扇    得    太    急    了   , 这    脆    薄    的    球   , 会    扯    成    长    圆    的    形    式   , 颤    巍    巍    的   , 光    影    零    乱   。 这    时    大    家    都    悬    着    心   , 仰    着    头   , 屏    住    呼    吸   ,—— 不    久   , 这    光    丽    的    薄    球    就    无    声    地    散    裂    了   , 肥    皂    水    落    了    下    来   , 洒    到    眼    睛    里   , 大    家    都    忽    然    低    了    头   , 揉    出    了    眼    泪   
 那    一    个    个    轻    清    脆    丽    的    小    球   , 像    一    串    美    丽    的    梦   , 是    我    们    自    己    小    心    地    轻    轻    吹    起    的   , 吹    了    起    来   , 又    轻    轻    地    飞    起   , 是    那    么    圆    满   , 那    么    自    由   , 那    么    透    明   , 那    么    美    丽   。 借    着    扇    子    的    轻    风   , 把    她    们    一    个    个    送    上    天    去    送    过    海    去   。 到    天    上   , 轻    轻    地    挨    着    明    月   , 渡    过    天    河    跟    着    夕    阳    西    去   。 或    者    轻    悠    悠    地    飘    过    大    海   , 飞    越    山    巅   , 又    低    低    地    落    下   , 落    到    一    个    熟    睡    中    的    婴    儿    的    头    发    上   …… 目    送    着    她    们   , 我    心    里    充    满    了    快    乐   、 骄    傲    与    希    望   

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