A Young Woman's Heart

There are symmetrical gardens on both sides, where many osmanthus trees are planted, and the rich fragrance of osmanthus can be smelled in the air right now.

The nursing home itself doesn't have any performance halls or similar venues; the only screening room is the kind without a stage—and its size is about the same as a regular classroom.

So a temporary stage was set up at the entrance.

A banner was hung at the top that read: "Welcome the Rain Sky High School Band to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day for the elderly."

Unlike last time, it seems that only students from Yukong High School came this time.

But with just two bands, how could they possibly carry the entire show?

When we were notified beforehand, they didn't say that we needed to prepare songs that could be played for several hours.

Mo Xueyao scratched her head in confusion and looked at Hua Yinyin beside her, who looked eager to try: "Can we sing for a long time today?"

"Ugh, let's forget it. Last time I performed at the night market, my voice was hoarse when I got back. If I had to do it again for such a long time..." Mo Xueyao shook her head vigorously and didn't finish her sentence.

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Chapter Thirty-Two: Spending the Holiday Together at a Nursing Home (Part 1)

Although the orphanage was dilapidated, it was full of new vitality and vigor.

Even though this nursing home is relatively new and has more complete facilities, looking at all those white heads still gives one a sense of the approaching sunset.

Large parasols blocked the sun, but the situation on the stage was not so pleasant, as the sun was directly overhead.

It seems that we are still in the preparation stage. The chairs under the parasols are not full yet, and some middle-aged people wearing 'volunteer' armbands are working with the staff, busy going back and forth.

The students at Yukong High School were assigned six parasols, making it a little crowded.

The school band received four crowns, while the Snow Band received two.

"Class Two, come this way!" Ye Wen shouted, waving the red flag in her hand. Her tone made Mo Xueyao feel like a primary school student...

The parasol was simply inserted into a plastic table, passed through a hole in the middle, and secured with a plastic bucket filled with water.

Mo Xueyao had just sat down with her electronic keyboard when staff members quickly walked over carrying large and small bags.

"What kind of dishes do the children like to eat?" the middle-aged woman wearing a red hat asked with a smile.

The hat was printed with the five-star red flag, and on the left and right sides were two large Chinese characters.

“Little friend…” Mo Xueyao’s lips twitched involuntarily. Now she felt like a kindergartener.

They're getting younger as they get older.

Although in the eyes of these older people, they may indeed be considered children.

There's no way to compare teenagers and people in their forties.

"I love shrimp!" Hua Yinyin raised her hand high, her tone becoming like that of a kindergarten child.

She seemed to have naturally immersed herself in the role.

"Shrimp? Yes, we have them."

Mo Xueyao sensed that the staff member turned to look at her, seemingly very interested in her blue eyes.

Her smiling face made it impossible to refuse her question: "Little blue-eyed child, what about you?"

“…Sweet and sour pork, please.” Mo Xueyao could only pretend that she really was a 'kid'.

“I like sweet and sour pork too!” Wang Jiale chimed in.

"Spare ribs! Spare ribs!!" Mo Zhuyou shouted excitedly.

The Snow Music Band was making a ruckus; although there were only a few of them, they were even noisier than the school band over there.

The school band sent a representative to gather feedback.

"Is this lunch?" Mo Xueyao asked, puzzled.

"There's definitely no time to make lunch, so it's dinner."

"Huh, all day?"

"Okay, we'll have dinner in the evening before we leave."

"All day long... are there that many programs?"

"Haha, don't worry about that, little one!"

"Don't worry, little one~" Hua Yinyin said jokingly, putting her hand on the staff member's shoulder as she watched her leave.

"Go away, go away—" Mo Xueyao waved her hand impatiently.

The table was covered with various snacks, including sunflower seeds, peanuts, pistachios, and some snacks more geared towards children, such as jelly, dried plums, and puffed biscuits...

For girls who are afraid of gaining weight, jelly is a snack they absolutely avoid.

Of course, the girls are also strange. They are afraid of eating sweets, but they like to eat them. Every time school is over, some of them can't help but buy an ice cream or milk tea for a dollar and eat it on the way home...

The two parasols were almost touching, so the two tables were also very close together. Hua Yinyin took all the snacks from the other table and moved them to this side, then put her pipa bag on top of them.

Others followed suit, but of course, Mo Zhuyou's drum set couldn't fit in it. His large suitcase, which was more than half a person's height, could only be placed quietly next to the table.

"Little Yaoyao, don't you want some sunflower seeds?" Hua Yinyin couldn't help but ask when she saw Mo Xueyao peeling a peanut for a long time. "Eating sunflower seeds is much easier than eating peanuts!"

"Peeling sunflower seeds is more troublesome, and it takes half a day to get a small piece of meat."

"Just pop them in!" Wang Jiale said, grabbing a small handful and popping them quickly like a squirrel.

"……I won't."

"Oh dear, little Yaoyao doesn't know how, pfft~" Hua Yinyin laughed teasingly, "How about I eat it and feed it to you mouth-to-mouth?"

"Not interested." She leaned to the side and grabbed a jelly to moisten her throat.

"Xiaoyao, don't eat jelly! It's easy to gain weight!" Wang Jiale quickly reminded her.

However, Mo Zhuyou had no such worries at all, and had already eaten two.

Looking at the two of them, Mo Xueyao felt that they should have a fight to settle the score before making any decisions.

"I don't usually eat that much, I don't get fat that easily!" Mo Zhuyou seemed to notice her gaze and quickly defended herself.

Mo Xueyao was speechless.

Because Grandma Jin often gives her and Li Wanyan snacks.

In addition, fruit shops also sell a variety of fruits with high sugar content...

She subconsciously pinched her stomach; thankfully, she didn't have a little belly yet.

"Little Yaoyao~ Have you been getting up early for morning exercise lately?"

"...Starting tomorrow, I'll do morning exercises!"

"It's started again."

"What do you mean 'again'?!"

"You guys are so relaxed, you'll be fine going on stage later, right?" Ye Wen sat down with a freshly washed apple in her hand—since there were no seats available, she simply squeezed into the same chair as Hua Yinyin.

This wide chair could easily accommodate two petite women.

But he could only manage to sit down with difficulty.

"Ah—Wen, it's so hot."

"I see you're always sticking together with Mo Xueyao, how come you're not hot?"

"Little Yaoyao is different~ She's an innocent young girl, with a sweet scent!"

"What do you mean?" Ye Wen grabbed Hua Yinyin's cheek, playfully tugging at it. "You mean I smell bad, right?"

"No, no—"

"As the band's leader, have you taken the lead in practicing diligently?"

"Cough—of course..."

As soon as Hua Yinyin finished speaking, everyone, including Yu Shu, shook their heads vigorously and said in unison, "No—!"

"Hey!!"

As we chatted, the open space in front of the door became increasingly noisy, and when we looked back, almost everyone was already seated.

Even the volunteers temporarily stopped what they were doing and sat down to rest in the shade of a nearby tree.

The person hosting on the makeshift stage was none other than Jingdie, a math teacher from Yukong High School.

Her usually cold tone softened slightly at this moment, and she even had a smile on her face—albeit a slightly stiff one.

Her partner was a woman Mo Xueyao had never seen before. She was much taller than her, about 1.75 meters, with long hair, but still looked very capable.

It's probably another host arranged by the nursing home itself.

The opening remarks were, of course, quite cliché.

However, this is understandable, since everyone present was elderly.

The atmosphere is relaxed; just don't be too loud when the host is speaking.

The nursing home is well-equipped, with sound systems everywhere. The sound emitted through the microphone can be heard throughout the entire nursing home and is quite clear.

Luckily, Mo Xueyao and the others weren't sitting near the speakers, otherwise they would have had terrible headaches from the vibrations.

And presumably to accommodate elderly people with hearing problems, the speaker volume was turned up very high...

"We are delighted to have students from Yukong High School with us today. The students sitting in the first two rows are their school band, and the ones in the back are Yukong High School's unique pop band—the Snow Music Band!"

"Popular?" Mo Xueyao tilted her head to look at Hua Yinyin.

"Ahem, to be precise, it's just light music... or rock music that's not too loud..."

“From an adult’s perspective, this is what’s trendy, right?” Wang Jiale interjected.

"That's probably it..."

A sudden gust of wind blew the melon seeds on the table into a frenzy. Mo Zhuyou quickly spread her arms to stop them, but many still fell to the ground.

Mr. Xue immediately got up and brought a broom and a dustpan.