A bald old man in a white coat hunched his back, staggered, chopped wood, lit a coal stove, inserted an iron bar into the honeycomb coal to heat it, shook down the old faucet chair, called me to sit down, and sharpened the knife on the cowhide, just like killing a pig.

Next, I set foot on the coolest washing and cutting this year.

The Chinese New Year is coming, just in time for a haircut. Tired of Mr Tony's Japanese style, I want to find a reliable retro barber shop to get a greasy head.

A friend said that he knew the most retro barber shop in Wuhan. The barber is very old, hiding in an alley, tall enough.

Follow him across the street and turn from Chongren Road into Hanzheng Street. In the 1970s, dilapidated houses piled up like mountains, and state-owned clothing cities, grocery stores and hardware stores lined up. The street was very narrow, and the rickshaw pullers met in a narrow way, so they were blocked.

I secretly think it's a malicious shop.

Caught off guard, this brother told me: here we are.

Look carefully, this must be one of the most outdated barber shops in Wuhan. Broken signs in traditional Chinese characters, faded red wooden doors, mottled mirrors, old water tanks, some old towels cooked on coal stoves, and a pile of nameless hairdressing tools on the table.

Signboard antique, 60 years old, pure heart barber shop.

It's so old that it can't even be simply summarized as "the old barber shop". 1934 opened, located in Yilie Lane, Hanzheng Street. At that time, it was still the private property of capitalists.

Barber Huang Wenxiang, 90 years old, is the first apprentice of this shop. He has been a hair stylist for 75 years and is definitely the oldest barber in Wuhan.

Everything around me is completely refreshing my three views. My buddy said slyly and proudly, what do you think? Is it retro enough?

Unexpectedly, what happened next was even more exciting.

Sitting on the old faucet chair, the leather texture, to be honest, is more comfortable than the senior chair of the online celebrity barber shop.

Grandpa hunched his back and hobbled over step by step, tied a quilt for me and said politely, please. Out of respect, I didn't refuse, but I still made a request: please go back to the ancients for 37 points.

"Do you want a perm?" I nodded and regretted it immediately.

He took out a rusty black iron bar and inserted it into the honeycomb briquette in the stove. I quickly sneaked a look and found that there was no heating tool for perm and no potion in the shop. I remembered the funny net map.