A Young Woman's Heart

That night, she sang several songs in a row, just like a real lead singer.

But without exception, they all seemed to carry a touch of melancholy.

Mo Xueyao instinctively felt that Li Wanyan was hiding something, but seeing her somewhat lost and dejected appearance, she ultimately didn't ask.

She turned her head, glanced at Yi, opened her mouth and closed it several times, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything.

The atmosphere became lively again in the last segment when Hua Yinyin played the pipa, producing sounds of different instruments, which drew a round of applause.

It was already 9 p.m. when I finished watching the video.

Mo Xueyao felt no sleepiness at all, as if staying up a little later would delay the start of her senior year of high school.

"Phew—uh… never mind, let's go back to the room." Yi stood up, put the disc back in its place, turned off the TV, and finally stood in front of the living room light switch. "Wanyan? Wanyan! Aren't you going back to your room?"

"Huh? Huh." She suddenly came to her senses, and somewhat overreacted, quickly stood up and followed Yi back to their bedroom.

The dim yellow light from the streetlights shone into the room through the window, making it not pitch black even without the lights on.

Mo Xueyao staggered to the desk under the bed and slumped onto it: "Sleeping now? It feels like such a waste..."

"Ok?"

"Because you're thinking, after today is the official start of school! You have to do something, right?"

"What does Yaoyao want to do?" Li Wanyan sat down with her, hesitated for a few seconds, and then followed her example and lay down on the table.

"Pfft, Wanyan, what are you doing? Haha..." Mo Xueyao couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Why are you copying me?"

Li Wanyan didn't answer, seemingly deep in thought, then suddenly turned her gaze back to Yi's face: "Let's each write down a wish."

"desire?"

"Okay, after you finish writing it, put it away. You can't look at it now. You can open it when you graduate."

"Well, isn't one not enough? By the way, how many months is it from September to July when the college entrance exam is?"

"Eleven months."

"Then let's each write down eleven wishes! And at the beginning of each month, we'll open them up and look at them. Today, we can open the first wish first!"

"okay."

……

"I've finished writing. What is Wanyan's first wish? Mine is—I hope I won't be too tired at the beginning of the semester."

Li Wanyan folded the slips of paper with ten wishes and put them into a metal cookie box. Then she opened the one she had left and spread it out in front of Mo Xueyao.

"I hope Yaoyao can cope well with the pressure of starting school."

"Alas--"

……

Volume 8: The Time I Want to Seize - Chapter 1: Senior Year of High School!

The first day of September.

Almost all the schools in the city will be revitalized from their desolation.

Last night's rain washed away the summer heat and truly brought a touch of autumn.

A few slightly withered leaves were blown to the ground by the strong wind. Sanitation workers were busy sweeping them up. The brooms, fallen leaves, and the ground collided with each other, making a 'rustling' sound.

The dark clouds in the sky had dispersed, leaving behind the deep blue of dawn.

The sun wasn't shining very brightly.

It was actually not even five o'clock yet.

Mo Xueyao walked alone on the loose brick sidewalk, with Su Tang following closely beside her. Su Tang had just jumped onto the wall and was now walking slowly with elegant cat-like steps.

Ahead, Li Wanyan, who was walking faster, had already bought breakfast by the roadside and was standing there looking back at her with a bit of helplessness, shaking the two bags she was carrying.

This is the inlaid cake sold in this shop.

You probably won't find another one like it in the entire city of Hangzhou.

Because the people in this city don't like to eat this kind of snack.

The "Shop for Sale" sign posted at the entrance of the shop indicates that this breakfast shop is barely surviving and the owner no longer wants to continue.

Someone closes down, and someone else takes over.

This is normal.

In this city, things like that happen every moment.

"Hurry up," Li Wanyan finally couldn't help but urge softly.

Mo Xueyao snapped out of her daze and subconsciously quickened her pace: "Coming, coming."

Taking a leisurely stroll while leisurely enjoying breakfast is a wonderful experience that can only be enjoyed by those who get up early.

Su Tang accompanied the two to the school gate, then turned and sauntered away.

"Su Tang—go home early!" Mo Xueyao called out to it jokingly. The latter seemed to understand, turning back to glance at her indifferently, as if blaming her for meddling.

It was too early; even the security guard wasn't at school.

The small door was still unlocked; you could open it by simply reaching in and pulling out the latch.

The deep blue sky gradually brightened, and the color faded a little.

Mo Xueyao casually tossed the plastic bag into the nearby trash can and walked briskly past Li Wanyan.

"Does Wanyan have the key to the new classroom?"

"I didn't get it." Li Wanyan shook her head.

"Then let's go to the band room!" She changed direction and walked towards another teaching building.

Li Wanyan neither agreed nor disagreed, but simply followed her quietly, casually tossing the trash bag into the same trash can she had just thrown it into.

The school was so quiet that no other sounds could be heard, and even the light footsteps of the two could be heard from afar.

“We should be the first ones to arrive at school this semester, right? The first ones on the first day?” Mo Xueyao suddenly thought of something and asked with a light laugh.

"Ah."

This wasn't anything particularly unusual, so Li Wanyan's mood didn't change or fluctuate at all.

"Da da da—"

"Da da da—"

The sound of footsteps gradually quickened.

Then came the sound of a key turning in the lock.

"Click, creak—" That was the sound of the classroom door being pushed open.

"Cough cough..." Mo Xueyao fanned herself, feeling that there was a lot of dust in the deep breath she had just taken.

After all, no one had opened the door for ventilation for two months, so the classroom smelled particularly stuffy, and it even felt like something was moldy.

She strode into the classroom, placed the electronic keyboard and its bag on the table, and immediately spotted the rotten mop lying in the corner, now covered in mushrooms.

Li Wanyan noticed it even earlier than her, and had already walked over to the mop and taken it out of the classroom.

"Throw it away?" Mo Xueyao asked.

"Let's wash it and see if it's still usable," Li Wanyan shook her head.

"I think we should just throw it away. It's completely rotten..." Mo Xueyao didn't want to walk on sticky ground. "We can just apply for another one later."

Li Wanyan hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly and temporarily placing it at the door.

Mo Xueyao quickly pushed open all the windows in the classroom.

The air began to circulate again.

The stuffy smell dissipated quickly.

The school at a little past five o'clock has a captivating tranquility.

A faint fragrance of an unknown flower wafted in the air.

It was accompanied by the fragrance of soil.

Of course, it still has some of the feel of reinforced concrete.

"Yaoyao." Li Wanyan was about to say something when she saw Mo Xueyao suddenly staring intently at her violin case, then taking a deep breath, taking it out, and placing it on the violin stand.

She sat in front of the keyboard, seemingly oblivious to everything else; the keyboard before her was the only thing in her world.

"Da, dong dong dong, dong dong dong..." The sound of the zither rang out, and the melodious and crisp tinkling sound seemed to shake off the dust on the top of the wall.

They danced in the sunlight that gradually streamed into the classroom.

Mo Xueyao sat at the intersection of light and darkness.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, but you could still see those sky-blue eyes.

Li Wanyan found a seat, rested her chin on her hand, and quietly watched her play.

It sounds like classical music, but some parts have their own subtle adaptations.

Sometimes, the entire piece will be completely different from what you remember hearing.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, yet it also seemed to be passing by rapidly.

Li Wanyan's eyes were open, but she felt as if she had fallen asleep.

A series of hurried footsteps interrupted the idyllic atmosphere that seemed to float in a sea of ​​clouds, and the music classroom door was suddenly pushed open.

"Crack-!"

"call--"

"call……"

"Hahoo..."