A Young Woman's Heart

"Then this should be cheaper, right?"

"Okay, I'll sell it to you for half price."

"No wonder he's in business, always thinking about making money, tsk tsk." Hua Yinyin curled her lips, watching Wang Jiale pick up the pineapple bun.

It's almost always crowded when I come to the convenience store.

Especially at noon, it's incredibly difficult to get a table.

She had been dragged here by other girls a few times, and just standing at the door made her feel an urge to go back to the cafeteria and properly queue for food.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the variety of goods in the glass display case was quite comprehensive.

You can find all sorts of common snacks, as well as a lot of basic stationery that you can use every day.

Unlike the small shops near the entrance, this place mainly sells products from well-known brands.

And the price won't be too cheap.

If you don't have much money in your pocket, it's more cost-effective to buy those snacks that cost a few cents a bag at the door.

Wang Jiale and Hua Yinyin started picking out snacks, while Yu Shu gently nudged Mo Xueyao's arm and whispered, "Xiaoyao, aren't you going to buy anything?"

"Uh... I'm short on allowance lately... I'll just mooch off Lele and Yinyin."

"Little Yaoyao always gets things from others for free!"

"Really? Never, right?" Mo Xueyao pretended to be naive. "You were the one who insisted on treating me to meals, weren't you?"

"Then I won't treat Xiaoyao to a meal today!" Hua Yinyin blinked. "Look, I bought Xiaoyao's favorite—pork floss bread!"

"...I'm already full from the oden. By the way, did you guys not eat? Why do you keep wanting to eat snacks?" Mo Xueyao raised an eyebrow expressionlessly. If you got emotional at this moment, you would fall into her trap.

"Snacks are stored in another stomach!" Hua Yinyin brought the bread close to her little face and shook it vigorously. "Hehe, if Xiao Yaoyao wants to eat some later, just come and snatch it from my mouth!"

Mo Xueyao, with drooping eyelids, pushed her forehead away with her palm: "Please don't make such strange remarks in public, thank you."

After buying a lot of snacks that were close to their expiration date, everyone excitedly carried the snacks into the band classroom in the laboratory building.

Mo Xueyao also helped carry them, since Hua Yinyin had bought far too many.

"Eat the ones that are about to expire first, and leave the rest in the classroom to eat next time we have tea!" Hua Yinyin sorted a large pile of snacks into two categories, and stuffed the ones with longer shelf lives into her desk drawer one by one.

"Ah, my cassette player is here! No wonder I couldn't find it all day." Mo Xueyao ran to the window with surprise, picked up the cassette player she had placed on the windowsill while listening to music, pressed the button with a 'click', and the soft, sweet singing voice began to play.

"That voice sounds so familiar." Wang Jiale unpacked the pineapple bun and sat down next to Mo Xueyao.

"Pineapple bun...is it delicious?" Yu Shu asked curiously.

"Hmm, want to try some?" Wang Jiale broke off a piece and handed it to her. "But it seems a little sour, is it really spoiled?"

“Pineapple buns are supposed to have a slightly sour taste.” Hua Yinyin moved a chair over and squeezed past Wang Jiale to sit next to Mo Xueyao.

"Huh, this looks like... Ah." Mo Xueyao turned off the tape player, took out the tape inside, and glanced at it.

Sure enough, it was a blank new cassette tape.

I originally planned to use CDs to record songs, but not everyone has a computer at home.

After considering all the factors, I finally decided to record it onto a tape.

However, although Mo Xueyao's tape recorder was imported, it was still not very professional as a tape recorder, so the plan was temporarily postponed.

And these are the test recordings.

To be precise, it should be a part of it.

Moreover, this segment appears to have been recorded unintentionally.

At that time, Hua Yinyin seemed to be lying by the window sunbathing, lazily humming a few lines.

The soft, languid feeling, combined with the sound of the rain, makes one feel sleepy.

"Aren't any other students coming to school today?" Hua Yinyin stretched out a big yawn and insisted on getting very close to Mo Xueyao.

Wang Jiale took a sip of milk and said lazily, "Who else would come besides us? It's raining today, and it's raining quite heavily."

"Here, feel free to eat all the snacks here, they're going to expire soon anyway," Hua Yinyin said to Yu Shu, pointing to the snacks piled on the table. "They're here for everyone to eat, so take as much as you like."

"I suddenly remembered that some people argue over sharing snacks," Mo Xueyao said, leaning against the windowsill as she listened to Hua Yinyin's meowing from the cassette player.

"That depends on how good the relationship is, how high the emotional intelligence is, and by the way... um, how much money the person treating is."

"If you want to say you're rich, just say so."

"Hmm, tomato-flavored potato chips...can I eat them?"

"Of course, of course, eat up!" Hua Yinyin helped Yu Shu unpack the package and handed it to her so she wouldn't feel embarrassed.

When snacks are distributed, everyone usually drags her over to eat them.

Is it a comfortable way for friends to get along when someone with thick skin takes care of someone with thin skin?

For a moment, in the classroom where the sound of rain blocked out the outside noise, only the sound of everyone eating snacks could be heard.

The desk drawer is filled with various comics and magazines that everyone brought. Although I've read most of them, it's still nice to take them out to pass the time.

There were four people in the classroom, yet it was as quiet as if only a few mice had entered.

"Hey, let's talk about something interesting?" Hua Yinyin nestled into Mo Xueyao's arms and took a deep breath. "Phew, Xiao Yaoyao always smells so good, like fruit-flavored milk."

"Why can't I smell it myself?"

"Of course I can't smell it myself, tsk tsk, if boys could smell Xiaoyao's fragrance, they would be completely infatuated with her, so it's definitely not good. Xiaoyao should be with girls, so her scent won't be contaminated!"

"Don't think so badly of boys, okay?"

"Exactly, isn't Xiaoxue quite clean? She has a sunny scent about her."

Mo Xueyao yawned: "The Sun God, huh..."

What does Xiaoxi smell like?

"Hmm...the scent of a girl?"

"What do girls taste like?"

"Sweet and fragrant?" Hua Yinyin suddenly looked at Yu Shu. "Speaking of which, Xiao Xi and Yu Shu seem to be quite a good match, their personalities are a bit similar!"

Wang Jiale rolled her eyes at her, not very happy: "Don't even think about it! Xiaoxi has a girlfriend."

Can cross-cultural relationships last?

Can't you say something nice?

……

Chapter Fifty-Seven already feels like summer.

Sparrows chirped and hopped on the branches. Although the door to the small fruit shop was tightly closed, the various noises coming from outside could still be clearly heard.

It was only 7:30 in the morning.

In winter, the sky would probably not be fully bright yet, but in May, in late spring, the sun shines brightly early.

Mo Xueyao was awakened by the heat.

The temperature seemed to have risen suddenly. The blankets that were just right a few days ago were now too thick, making her sweat profusely.

The chirping of crickets rose and fell with the gradually spreading heat, and perhaps in a few days, we would hear the noisy chirping of cicadas.

"Hoo..." She turned over and almost rolled off the edge of the bed. In her half-awake state, she kept forgetting that this was not the big Simmons bed at home, but just a wire bed that was barely big enough for two people to sleep on.

Outside the small window, Su Tang was sleeping peacefully on the windowsill, with sunlight and shadow drawing a very clear dividing line on its body.

"Knock knock." Mo Xueyao knocked on the window, but the latter didn't even look up. She just patted the window with her fluffy tail as a greeting.

The fruit shop wasn't busy at this time of day because most of the tidying-up items had already been arranged, and there weren't many customers, mostly just casual customers buying some fruit.

Those who bring fruit or flowers to the patient usually arrive after 8 or 9 o'clock.

For a fruit shop built next to a cancer hospital, the more lively the place, the better. By "lively," I mean the more patients, the better.

This way, more people will visit the patient, and more flowers and fruits will be sold.

Mo Xueyao shook her head, reflecting on the selfish thought that had just flashed through her mind. She carefully put on the black dress embroidered with lotus flowers that her mother had placed by her bedside yesterday, then pushed open the door and went out.

That's the trouble with not living at home; you have to be properly dressed whenever you leave your small room.

At home, if it's hot, it's okay to run around in just a pair of boxer shorts.

—As long as my parents aren't home, it's fine; otherwise, their nagging can be a bit of a headache.

"Screech—hiss." The sound of the truck brakes came from the doorway. With a slight sway, it stopped. Then Huang Zhengyang, whose skin was tanned dark by the sun, jumped out of the driver's seat, climbed onto the back of the truck, unloaded a heavy wooden box, quickly walked up the steps, and put it down with a 'thud'.

"I took the wooden crate from yesterday," Huang Zhengyang said loudly to Mo Xueyao's mother as he bent down to pick up the empty crate next to him.

Okay! Are the bananas fresh today?

"Absolutely fresh."

"We were a little too familiar with each other yesterday."

"We probably bumped into each other on the way." Huang Zhengyang scratched his head, smiled, and greeted Mo Xueyao, "Hi!"

"Xiao Xi's brother." Mo Xueyao wasn't unfamiliar with him, after all, she often saw him delivering fruit when she was working at the fruit shop.

She tiptoed and looked into the passenger seat; it was empty, not a soul in sight.

"Didn't Xiaoxi come out with you today?"

"Hmm, no, he went to bed too late yesterday, he probably hasn't gotten up yet."

Mo Xueyao, who had just gotten up, coughed lightly, picked up her toothbrush and cup a little embarrassedly, and started washing up at the door.

The mother walked over, lifted the wooden box onto the electronic scale, and only after confirming the weight was correct did she hand the money to Huang Zhengyang.

Huang Zhengyang quickly took out the invoice he had already written and placed it on the counter.

"Just one case today?"

"We haven't sold out from yesterday yet, so let's order less." Compared to her father, the mother's purchasing strategy was much more conservative.

Huang Zhengyang nodded, not even having time to wipe the sweat off his body, before climbing back into the driver's seat of the truck. The truck drove forward to the fruit shop owned by Lu Chengyuan's family, unloaded several boxes of bananas, and then smoothly made a U-turn, driving away from the long downhill road leading to the cancer hospital.