A Young Woman's Heart

After that, they all went to Best Express or Coca-Cola.

"Let's go, let's head back!" After drinking three bottles of beverages, Huang Zhengyang went to the restroom, then let out a satisfied burp, opened the car door, and got in.

Zuo Ziya got into the car without any trouble.

This made him laugh.

"What's wrong?" She turned her head slightly, her beautiful profile appearing particularly striking in the sunlight.

Unlike most women, her features are more angular, but this does not detract from the feminine softness, making her look like a Western sculpture.

"Haha, it's nothing, I just remembered that I always have to carry my little brother when he gets on the bus."

"Your younger brother? How tall is he?"

"Around 1.5 meters tall..."

"Just started junior high, right?"

"Sigh, we're already in our final year of high school..."

Zuo Ziya paused for a moment, then didn't continue the conversation.

However, what puzzled Huang Zhengyang was that there seemed to be a hint of...envy in her eyes?

The truck was returning, and its speed was slightly slower.

It was the same road they had come by, but Huang Zhengyang felt increasingly sleepy as he drove.

He managed to park the truck by the lake where he had come from—the abandoned tollbooth.

You don't have to worry about blocking other people's way here, and the location is quite spacious with shade from the trees.

"I'm sleepy, I'm going to take a nap." Huang Zhengyang pulled the handbrake, didn't even unbuckle his seatbelt, and fell asleep with his head tilted back.

Although he had slept for a while on the farm, he still couldn't shake off his drowsiness.

In fact, when he came back in the morning, he hadn't slept for almost thirty hours in total, and those few hours of sleep were simply not enough.

Otherwise, Uncle Wang wouldn't have let him go back to rest after returning, and would have given him a full day off tomorrow.

Those who work in transportation have a different job than others; they rarely have holidays.

On the contrary, the busier it is during holidays, the more busy we are.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone has to go home for the Spring Festival, some bosses would even prefer to have their employees work overtime during the Spring Festival.

—Because the money you earn now is four or five times more than usual.

Such bosses do exist, but they are not many.

After all, at that point, unless you offer a lot of money, no one would be willing to continue working.

At the end of the year, everyone needs a break, right?

If you don't get a break while working, there's nothing to look forward to in life.

Huang Zhengyang's body became increasingly skewed, almost leaning towards Zuo Ziya.

However, he seemed to wake up from his dream, suddenly raising his head and tilting his body to the other side.

She felt it was a bit hot in the car, so she pushed open the door and got out.

Just a few steps ahead, and you'll be able to see this emerald green lake up close.

When there is no wind or waves, it looks like a huge piece of jade.

On the lake, an old man wearing a straw hat was fishing in a small boat, giving Zuo Ziya the illusion that she had traveled into a martial arts world from a TV series.

The wind blowing across the lake tousled her long purple hair.

Zuo Ziya glanced back at Huang Zhengyang, then suddenly put her hands behind her back, lowered her head, and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

The breeze seemed to be singing, with insects and birds providing accompaniment.

Zuo Ziya couldn't help but hum softly, like a spirit belonging to this lake.

If only there were a piano right now.

That's what she was thinking.

The sun is brighter than ever today.

It was as if it wanted to sweep away all the gloom and illuminate all the paths.

A few ripples appeared on the lake water, and a lake fish flicked its tail and swam away again, splashing a few drops of lake water onto her ankles, which were a little icy.

An osprey swooped across the lake, snatched a shimmering bass, and with a sudden flap of its wings, soared into the higher sky.

—It's going to enjoy the delicious meal it caught.

That fish experienced the feeling of flying for the first time, but it was probably the last time in its life.

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Chapter Thirty-Nine: Amusement Facilities at the Children's Palace

The color of the sky wasn't very clear.

Because the sunlight was too intense.

During holidays, the Hangzhou Children's Palace is always exceptionally lively.

For children, this is the closest amusement park to the city.

The pigeons at the gate were still there, and a few children were scattering corn kernels at them.

They flapped their wings, and several more pure white feathers fell.

However, it's best to just look from a distance and not get too close.

The taste here isn't much different from that of a chicken coop in the countryside.

The Children's Palace is open to the public, and the ticket booth at the entrance is for exchanging tickets.

There are three types of amusement facilities: small, medium, and large, each with its own ticket.

The cheapest option, like the carousel, costs only two yuan per person, while the most expensive option costs five yuan per person, such as the aerial tricycle or the Ferris wheel that offers a panoramic view of the entire Children's Palace.

In fact, even the largest amusement park rides here still seem a bit small for adults.

Everything is scaled down to the size of a normal amusement park, roughly one-third to one-half smaller.

At the entrance of the Children's Palace, there were some simply dressed vendors selling inexpensive trinkets.

There are sunglasses for two yuan a pair, and small whistles that can make bird calls. Of course, the most indispensable item is the bubble machine that children love.

They have all kinds of styles.

The cheapest one yuan—if you were in a less crowded place, fifty cents would be enough.

As Li Wanyan walked by, she couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.

"Yan Yan, do you remember the bubble solution we made together when we were little?" Pan Jiexiang, walking beside her, suddenly asked with a light laugh, "Want to make it again when we get back today?"

"it is good."

"Using soap powder?" Mo Xueyao asked curiously. She had her hair in pigtails today, with a small gray-white pom-pom hanging from each of the two hair ties. Although it was very light, she could still feel some weight hanging on her head, and the two gray-white pom-poms would sway every time she moved slightly.

It was Mo Xueyao's mother who did this.

As for Mo Xueyao herself, she was, of course, forced into it.

Today, my mother had a sudden urge to go to the Children's Palace together, and she specially picked out a very childish outfit for her.

Well, the skirts and clothes are covered with all sorts of lace and bows, and the colors are very pink and bright. The shoes she's wearing are even children's shoes, and they sparkle when she walks!

She wanted to change it, but her mother disagreed, which made her so angry that she almost didn't want to leave the house. In the end, she was comforted by Li Wanyan.

—It's fortunate that her shoe size is too small, otherwise her mother definitely wouldn't have been able to buy these light-up children's shoes.

Look at the shoes Li Wanyan is wearing; they're proper round-toed leather shoes.

As for the clothes she was wearing, they were a new set that Pan Jiexiang had bought for her.

It's a fairly simple, elegant, and sophisticated dress that can be worn on any occasion.

The overall color scheme is black, with a few white stripes.

However, this also made it feel exceptionally hot under the sun, and Li Wanyan's forehead was already sweating.

"Not only that, you also need to add some glue and a little bit of vinegar. The most important thing is the ratio."

"Then let's go back and try it." Dressed up like a doll, Mo Xueyao couldn't help but reach out and pinch the pom-pom on her ponytail. "I remember my elementary school teacher taught us that we can blow a lot of small bubbles in one breath, but we can't blow big bubbles."

“Big bubbles are indeed difficult to make,” Pan Jiexiang smiled, while Li Wanyan stopped in front of the ticket booth.

Mo Xueyao rushed over and squeezed in front of her, taking out a hundred-yuan bill that her father had given her when she left: "Please give me nine small bills, six medium bills, and three large bills!"

This is a shorthand for admission tickets to different facilities.

Although her family was poor when she was a child, her godfather would often bring her here to play, so she is quite familiar with these things.

"That's fifty-one yuan in total."

Li Wanyan, who had been silent, took out a coin: "I have one here."

"Then just give me fifty!" Mo Xueyao shouted into the room. "That probably isn't enough for the three of us, is it?"

"You can buy more if you want to play more," Pan Jiexiang said gently with a smile. She touched her pockets several times, but ultimately did not take out her wallet.

Ultimately, I guess I'm just short of money.

"Okay, little one, hold onto your ticket and don't lose it." The staff member put the cut-out ticket into a simple paper bag and handed it to her.

Mo Xueyao's eyes widened, then she sighed helplessly and covered her cheeks.

She always thought that only people like Wang Jiale or Huang Yuxi would be called "little kid"...

I never thought she would have such a day.

Is it because they're dressed too much like children?

"Auntie, I'm not a child anymore." She couldn't help but pout.