A Young Woman's Heart

Li Wanyan nodded, put one in her mouth, and then pinched the small wrapper and put another one in her mouth.

Preserved plums are not a snack that you can eat a lot of because they are very sour. You can only eat them slowly or hold them in your mouth until the sourness fades.

It's precisely because it's so filling that it's perfect for enjoying while walking.

Mo Xueyao put the preserved plum in her left cheek, making her cheeks puff up like a squirrel.

"What if they stop building houses altogether?"

"The plans may have changed."

"Oh, that's possible. Maybe the original owner went bankrupt and ran away, which is why this place was abandoned."

"Ah."

"Does Wanyan think this place is a commercial street or residential buildings?"

"I think so."

"Hmm...that makes sense, there should be a complete set of building facilities."

The two chatted as they walked past the large construction site enclosed by corrugated iron sheets and foam boards.

From afar, you can see that the noodle shop already has quite a few customers.

The convenience store next door was also doing very well, because the vocational school students in the alley had just finished school and couldn't buy the snacks they wanted at the small shop at the school gate, so they all crowded into the convenience store with its wide variety of goods.

Grandma Jin was the one who was entertaining the guests. The young and slightly chubby college student from before had already left. I heard that he went to the neighboring city of S to seek better opportunities there.

Many people are like this; even if you know their name, they are just fleeting passersby in your life, with little interaction between you.

To be honest, Mo Xueyao had even forgotten his name.

After all, the way we greet each other every day is just one or two eye contact.

"Phew—Mom—I'm back!" Mo Xueyao put her violin bag and schoolbag into the small room of the fruit shop and greeted them with a feeling of relief.

She had finished all her homework at school that day, and although she could continue to preview or review, she decided to take a break.

It's about striking a balance between tension and relaxation.

After all, not everyone can devote themselves to their studies with the same single-mindedness as Li Wanyan without getting bored.

Or rather, even if she gets bored, she can control herself.

Mo Xueyao felt that she would never be able to learn such a strong sense of self-discipline in her lifetime.

"Hey Dad, you're at the store today too?"

"Yes, it's almost done. We'll paint the walls later. Let the floor tiles and ceramic tiles dry for now."

"It's almost healed! That's been a long time coming."

This efficiency is already quite high, considering that the father was the only one involved throughout the entire process, only occasionally calling on friends for help when there were things he couldn't do.

Most of those activities are free; at most, you might go out for a beer and dinner in the evening.

"Of course, you don't even know who did the work." The father proudly picked up a Double Happiness cigarette, though he hadn't seemed to be smoking Liqun cigarettes lately.

Has Grandma Jin found a new helper?

"Xiaogong" refers to someone who works for a shop owner. Because it's not a formal job, they are usually called "Xiaogong".

The correct term should be something like employee or cashier.

"Not yet, we probably won't be open in the evenings for the next few days."

"Lianlian can take over for now."

“The girl is frail, and you still make her work all night.” The father exhaled a puff of smoke, this time without blowing smoke rings. “There’s no rush for those few days. Anyway, there’s not much business at night. We can just close a little later.”

"Oh--"

Mo Xueyao strolled leisurely to the shop entrance, sat down on a cardboard box displaying bananas, and casually picked up a rotten banana.

Although the peel is black, the inside is white and tender. This kind of banana is the sweetest, and it's as soft and creamy as room temperature ice cream.

The father placed the cigarette on the ashtray and dusted it off somewhat lazily: "Oh, by the way, there's a letter for you today."

"mine?"

"Yes, he's from Russia. He's probably that Russian friend of yours from last time."

"Oh! Nora!" Mo Xueyao immediately stood up. Indeed, it had been a long time since she had seen her.

Even the correspondence had been delayed for a long time.

Was it a month or two or three months ago that I last sent a letter?

The sun sets late in summer, which means my mother finishes cooking much later than in winter.

It was already 6:30, but my mother was still busy at the back of the fruit shop.

Li Wanyan put down her schoolbag and went to help, while Mo Xueyao was always so leisurely when she came back every day.

She opened the letter and found another thick cardboard envelope inside.

Perhaps they were worried that the writing would get wet on the way here.

Open the second envelope; inside is a photograph and a handwritten letter.

It was written in Chinese, with clear and strong handwriting, and almost no corrections.

The photo was taken at the farm.

In the previous photo, the farm was still barren, with only a dilapidated house.

In this photo, the old house appears to have been repainted, with the red color standing out quite prominently.

A windmill was built behind it, and you can see its huge blades from afar.

If this were an electric fan, it would be so cool in the summer.

Mo Xueyao couldn't help but think this way.

However, she also knew very well that the windmill in the mill wouldn't turn too fast.

—Unless a typhoon hits.

Behind them were lush green wheat fields, and it seemed that many vegetables were also planted in the adjacent farmland.

The photos don't capture the entire farm; they only show a part of it.

The majority of the image is occupied by Nora, who has braided red hair.

The braids were as beautiful as ears of wheat.

Beside her was an Asian man of similar height, with a very rugged, square face, and a hearty smile on his face.

"Mo Xueyao, it's as if we're meeting in person upon reading this:"

This is the first sentence of the letter.

It's significantly better than last time; it seems to have been polished.

"Long time no see! How are you doing? Is life still going well? When are you on vacation? Come visit me!"

"I'm writing to tell you some good news—I'm getting married!"

"The man in the photo is my fiancé; he's from the same country as you."

Upon seeing this, Mo Xueyao couldn't help but pick up the photo and take a closer look.

This time, we finally saw their hands joined together.

I didn't expect Nora to be married.

Was it that she moved too fast, or that time passed too quickly?

Mo Xueyao patted her head in a daze.

marry.

This is something that every woman will encounter.

Of course, there are also unmarried men, but they are very few and far between, at least far fewer than single men.

The thought that she might also face this day made her scalp tingle.

It is resistance, it is fear, and it is confusion.

However, what surprised her the most was the secret Nora told her in the letter.

"Please don't tell anyone else. Only my close friends and family know about this, and of course, my fiancé knows too."

"I was a man for a period of time, but later I underwent surgery to return to my true gender."

"Don't misunderstand, I'm different from those in Thailand, I'm a real woman."

"At first, I wasn't used to it, but gradually I got used to it. I had the surgery when I was in junior high school, and now I can hardly remember what I looked like as a boy."

“Huh—” Mo Xueyao felt that she would definitely include the words “what a coincidence” in her reply.

It's unexpected that people from two different countries would have such similar fates.

One word immediately popped into her head: "kindred spirits"!

True kindred spirits.

They were also like-minded people who had experienced the life of boys.

However, her surgery was performed much earlier.

Perhaps that's why she was able to embrace life and choose to get married at such a young age?

Could there be family factors involved?

The older women you occasionally encounter on the street often urge their children, especially their daughters, to get married.

Find them suitable partners.

However, her fiancé is not from this country. He must have met Nora when she came to Z country.

The following content is roughly about Nora and her fiancé, as well as the current situation on the farm.

After reading it, Mo Xueyao was filled with many thoughts.

Seeing her mother placing dishes on the folding table, she blurted out instinctively, "Mom, will you pressure me to get married in the future?"