A Young Woman's Heart

The store's layout is very ordinary; it's more like a meeting room than a store.

It was all done in no time.

"Tongjue! Can we have a small piece of land in this shop?" Mo Xueyao suddenly asked excitedly, as if she had just thought of something.

Sanhua Tongjue didn't speak, but tilted her head and looked at her with some confusion.

Huang Yuxi, who was next to her, also tilted her head.

"Our band! It feels like there's still so much empty space. If we allocate a space for the band, we can practice on weekends too. Youyou won't have to bring her drum set home and back every week anymore; it'll be much closer to put it here!"

“Hmm…” Sanhua Tongjue was trying to understand what she meant, and after a few seconds she nodded gently, “Well, I have an opinion. You can ask them.”

"Big brother!" Mo Xueyao stretched out her arm and put it on Wu Xiaoping, who was about 1.75 meters tall, not very tall but still more than a head taller than her. "You have so much space, why don't you share it with us? We'll help with the cleaning too!"

"Ah, well, we shouldn't have any problem with that." Wu Xiaoping lowered his head, seemingly not very good at communicating with a girl like Mo Xueyao who looked like a model student. "You don't mind?"

"What do you mind?"

"Well... actually, we were originally just a bunch of petty thugs..."

She interrupted him: "So now you're preparing to start over? Then just say goodbye to your past self."

"Ahem... Okay, then which area do you want? I can fence it off for you."

“No need to fence it off... How about making a small stage? We can also use the space underneath for storage. It’s about this big.” Mo Xueyao walked from one side to the other, measuring the space with her body.

The open space we need isn't as big as a band room, since it's a place someone else rented. As long as we can make sure everyone can put their instruments down, that's fine.

The most space-consuming item is, of course, Mo Zhuyou's drum set, followed by Mo Xueyao's electronic keyboard.

"Then how about we put it right here at the front, with the back and left sides against the wall, and just move the TV cabinet and bookshelf aside?"

"Hmm—! It's really good!"

"What's the name of your band?" Zhou Yufan asked curiously after shaving E Yangxin's head.

"Snow Music Band, oh, the snow of snowfall, the sound of sound!"

“Then let’s just call our studio Xuehui! We can buy a signboard and hang it at the door…” Wu Xiaoping slammed his fist down, and after seeing Mo Xueyao’s puzzled look, he explained, “Originally we were planning to name it Huitou Studio, but now that you’ve joined, we’ll put your names in as well.”

"Is everything alright?"

"no problem!"

Sanhua Tongjue held Huang Yuxi close, watching them chat with great interest. She didn't interrupt, remaining as quiet as if she were watching a TV series.

After exchanging these few words, everyone gradually became familiar with each other.

In addition, Mo Xueyao has a bit of a tomboyish air about her—although you rarely see her like that, you can still show it off when you want to.

What do you do?

"Well, we're planning to try everything right now. Right now, we mainly want to try making videos so we can use everyone's interests."

"Oh--"

"Hey, I'm the only photographer here!" Li Zhixing proudly raised his hand. He did have a bit of a photographer's air about him, but his bald head made him look more like someone taking pictures of porn...

“Tian Yuan is our editor and director.” Since the topic had come up, Wu Xiaoping introduced her to Mo Xueyao.

Seven people isn't a lot, but it's enough for a studio.

Ran Jinfang was chosen as an actor because he was the most handsome among them. He graduated from high school, which was much better than those who didn't attend high school or dropped out halfway through. He also studied fine arts, so he could do some design work.

E Yangxin is good at manual labor—this guy doesn't have any particular skills, and his hobbies are mostly eating, drinking, and having fun.

Zhou Yufan's family owns a shop, and she has a little pocket money, so she is considered an investor. Speaking of which, why does it seem like fat people are more likely to be rich?

Zhu Zhimao doesn't know much; he's currently teaching himself video editing on a beat-up desktop computer.

It always lags when running.

Wu Xiaoping goes without saying; he's the leader.

"You guys are quite interesting..." If she weren't a girl, Mo Xueyao would probably already be arm in arm with Wu Xiaoping. "Why did you suddenly think of opening a studio? If you're really turning over a new leaf, shouldn't you be going to work? At least you'd have a stable salary."

"Well, we're not the kind of people who want to settle down and work, so... it's better this way. At least we're young now and have fewer expenses. Once we have our own families, we won't be so free anymore."

"A prodigal son returns because he has matured."

"Yaoyao, it's getting late."

"Oh, what time is it?"

“It’s 9:30.” Li Wanyan picked up Mo Xueyao’s left hand and glanced at it—because the watch was on her left wrist.

"Okay, see you later, we're going home now!"

"it is good!"

"Bye-bye, we might move the instruments over this weekend!"

"no problem!"

"Bye-bye!" Mo Xueyao was a little reluctant to part, feeling that they hadn't talked enough.

Actually, it's not uncommon for so-called petty thugs to communicate.

……

Chapter 75 Cold Air Arrives

"Hiss—it's so cold..." Mo Xueyao had just stretched one of her delicate white hands out from under the covers when she pulled it back because of the cold.

A layer of something that was hard to tell whether it was fog or frost had formed on the windowpane, and the light from the streetlights outside could only be vaguely seen.

Today is the third day after the start of winter.

If it was only slightly cold a couple of days ago, today the temperature has plummeted.

She touched the cassette player under her pillow, pressed the switch with a 'click', and then pressed it again with a 'click'.

The morning weather forecast was indeed in progress.

Actually, this segment is a recording that was played on a loop on the radio from 4 PM to 6 PM. People who listened to this channel during this time could check the day's weather.

"Today's low in Hangzhou is 2 degrees Celsius, and the high is 5 degrees Celsius. The weather is sunny, and it's a bit chilly in the morning, but the temperature will gradually rise after sunrise..."

"It's only two degrees today..." Mo Xueyao stammered, poking Li Wanyan, who was also still in bed, beside her.

She had her eyes open and seemed quite awake, as if she had been awake for a few minutes, but was still struggling with the warm blankets pressing down on her and hadn't gotten out of bed yet.

"Hmm." Li Wanyan clearly felt the coldness of the air as well; if she opened her mouth and took a deep breath, she would definitely feel her teeth ache.

"Why has it suddenly gotten so cold? It was around 20 degrees Celsius yesterday, wasn't it?"

"It's winter."

"What a merciless winter..." Mo Xueyao reached out again and struggled to grab the pantyhose placed on the edge of the bed.

My mother put it there last night when they were almost asleep.

There's no need to distinguish between their socks; you can tell just by the color.

The white one belongs to Li Wanyan, and the black one belongs to Mo Xueyao.

She quickly dragged her pantyhose into the bed, like a large cat pulling its prey into its den.

The sky was still a hazy gray, as if it were still the dead of night.

The alarm clock on the desk below suddenly went off, and I had to get out of bed to turn it off.

Amidst the jingling and ringing, Mo Xueyao fumbled to put on her pantyhose before cautiously sticking her legs out of the covers.

It's still cold, but at least it's bearable.

Mo Xueyao felt like she wanted to just put on those extra-warm wool socks.

Cycling in this kind of weather is definitely not a fun thing.

So, in winter, the two of them took the bus more often.

"Wanyan, aren't you getting up?"

"You should wash up first," Li Wanyan said, quietly burying half her face under the covers.

"Okay!" Mo Xueyao sat up abruptly, then jumped off the bed and slammed her hand on the alarm clock, making a 'thump' sound.

She shivered as she put on a plain black long-sleeved T-shirt, her upper and lower teeth chattering, and quickly pushed open the door and ran out.

My mother was already busy in the kitchen, making a clanging and banging noise.

"Tap tap tap—whoosh—whoosh—" That was the sound of the gas stove being turned on.

"You're up?"

"Ugh, it's freezing..."

"What's cold? I feel quite warm."

"That's because you've been exercising..." Mo Xueyao moved the mop blocking the bathroom doorway aside and squeezed inside.

"Sizzle, sizzle—" The enticing aroma, accompanied by the sound of frying oil, began to fill the room.

When my mother is busy, she never does just one thing.

She was frying dumplings in front of the stove for a while, then running to wash vegetables. When the pressure cooker making a "beep beep" sound while cooking porridge, she had to go and check it.

"Mom!" Mo Xueyao shuddered at the tap water that seemed ready to freeze at any moment. "Why isn't our water heater producing hot water?"

"I forgot to turn it on, could you turn it on for me?"

"So, does that mean I can't use it now?"

"A cold water wash will help you clear your head."

"Kettle, kettle..."

"The kettle is out of boiling water! It's still boiling!"

"Ah—" Mo Xueyao cried out, but still had to wipe her face with cold water.

She could even feel the presence of water molecules, colder than ice, penetrating beneath her facial skin and seeping into her bones...