Wukong grinned: "Same guilt, same guilt! We are brothers and sisters, live and die together!"
Helen burst out laughing, seeing the strand of hair on top of Wukong's head stand up again. She reached out to press it down, "Why is this hair standing up again?"
Wukong's face fell, and he sighed: "My mom cut my hair, messed it up here, it always sticks up on its own, there's nothing I can do."
Helen's eyes lit up: "Then let me cut it again, if I trim it shorter it won't stick up!"
Wukong protected his head and darted around: "No, no, stay away from me!"
Helen chased after him with a pair of scissors.
Tom held his forehead: "Helen, that's dangerous, put the scissors down!"
Helen ran after Wukong laughing loudly: "I want to cut Wukong's hair—oh!" Helen stopped abruptly, the scissors fell to the ground, and she clutched her chest with her small hand.
"Helen, what's wrong?" Tom rushed over to help her.
Wukong stopped running too, and turned back to assist.
