A Young Woman's Heart

Unlike those small folding tables, which always wobble when you write and you have to brace the legs with your feet.

Recently, Yukong High School has been assigning more and more homework, and all subjects have entered the review stage.

It is said that some top high schools start reviewing before the end of the second year of high school.

In the senior year of high school, we still had to study until 11 or 12 o'clock every night.

That kind of life is painful just to think about.

It's no wonder that many people start to indulge themselves after graduating from high school and entering university.

After all, they've been holding it in for so long, they need an outlet, right?

As for the saying "Only by enduring hardship can one rise above others"...

If everyone chooses to endure hardship, won't the final result be the same?

It just makes the conditions more stringent.

She leisurely rocked in her chair, writing down answers while letting her mind wander.

The ladder mounted on the wall made a creaking sound.

Li Wanyan climbed up carrying a copper teapot, with a plastic bag full of snacks hanging from her arm.

"Yaoyao, I brought it to you."

"Oh, Wanyan is the best!" Mo Xueyao nodded happily and put away the papers on the table.

Homework can be done anytime, but this warm and comfortable sunshine only comes at this time.

The copper kettle was filled with an orange-yellow liquid, and a faint aroma of wine permeated the air.

"Huh, isn't this tea?"

"Yes, it's rice wine that my godmother just warmed up."

"Such a big pot of rice wine?" Mo Xueyao's eyes widened.

"It was sent by Wu Xiaoping."

"Hey, they delivered it? Hmm... it's that guy, who was it again? Oh well, I forgot, their rice wine was delivered?"

"Yes, so you sent us a jar to try."

"Holy crap, a whole jar?"

Li Wanyan nodded.

"That must have cost a lot of money," Mo Xueyao clicked her tongue. "I didn't expect them to be so loyal..."

Don't be fooled by how many petty thugs always talk about loyalty; when something really happens, most of them will abandon their comrades and run away.

In fact, there aren't many truly loyal petty thugs. It's precisely because of their loyalty that perhaps the fire of yearning for light in their hearts has never been extinguished.

On a dry winter day, dust particles always dance in the golden sunlight.

My mother took a bamboo broom and started sweeping in front of the shop, the sound of which accompanied the passing pedestrians and vehicles—this was the sound of life.

Mo Xueyao squinted her eyes: "If only people didn't have to work, sigh, I really want to travel in the future."

Tourism and travel are different.

Most trips are short, or only a few days long.

Travel, on the other hand, means making the world your home, seeing and exploring everywhere, and it takes much longer.

Most trips are leisurely because people don't care about the passage of time; if the scenery is particularly beautiful, they'll linger a little longer.

But tourism is just a superficial, fleeting experience, as boring as checking off a list of places.

"There will be a chance."

"Oh, Wanyan wants to go too?"

Hearing Mo Xueyao ask this, she relaxed her brows, raised her small face, and gently shook her head: "I'll go earn money to support your travels."

“Oh, that won’t do. You’re not my parents. Even if you were, I’d feel bad spending their money like that.”

“It’s okay, just take pictures of the scenery along the way and send them to me, that will be like bringing my eyes along.”

"If you want to travel, let's go together. Or we can do this: we can travel after we've earned enough money, so we won't have any worries. Hmm—at least enough money to travel for a year."

"That might take ten years, and by then you won't want to travel anymore."

"Ah... life is never as good as you want it to be."

"We are already very happy with our lives."

"Tsk, Wanyan is so easily satisfied."

Li Wanyan moved a small chair and sat down beside her. The wind lifted her straight, jet-black hair, like a brush dipped in ink writing a leisurely poem on the paper of heaven and earth.

……

(three)

"Little Jiji, Christmas is coming soon, is there anything you want as a gift?"

"If you say it out loud, there will be no surprise."

"Hey, how old are you? You still need surprises? How about I give myself to you as a surprise?"

Duanmu Ji was already used to his sister's remarks. He rolled his eyes and continued pouring fries into the oil.

Have you prepared a gift for me?

"...I haven't decided yet."

Duanmu Bi poked her younger brother's head in dissatisfaction: "Ah, I know, you don't care about your sister, do you? You're done for. Today, you'll be punished by washing my clothes."

"It's been so many Christmases, and you still ask for a present every year... I've given you everything you like, okay?"

"Then send me something you think I'll like, or even something I don't like is fine! It's all about the ritual of giving a gift, the surprise, okay?"

Last year I sent you a greeting card, but you thought I was being perfunctory.

"A greeting card isn't really a gift!"

"Let's talk about it when Christmas comes..." Duanmu Ji picked up a piece of freshly fried French fry and put it in his mouth. The crispy texture made him never get tired of eating it.

When my sister and I lived a poor life, we longed to eat French fries every day.

Now that he's opened a burger and fried chicken shop, he can have fries every day if he wants.

"Oh no, little Jiji is stealing fries again! Be careful he doesn't turn into a fat Jiji!"

"..."

……

Chapter Ninety-Two: The So-Called White Makes You Look Fat

Thursday, June 2001, 11.

The midday sun in winter always makes people feel its gentleness and beauty.

Even if you sit in the sun for a long time, it won't feel glaring or scorching.

The gentle, cool breeze prevented the heat from spreading, and everything complemented each other perfectly.

Under a beam of light, dust particles danced freely in the air, like celestial bodies moving through a galaxy.

Mo Xueyao brought her legs together, which were clad in milky white pantyhose, and stared down at them. Then she couldn't help but gently pinch the soft flesh on her thighs.

She didn't know if it was just her imagination, but when she was a boy, her legs weren't so 'fat'. Back then, her mother always said her legs were as thin as bamboo poles.

Fortunately, apart from her legs, she hasn't gained weight anywhere else—as for the baby fat on her face, that's always been there.

Holding a pipa, Hua Yinyin sidled up with a mischievous grin: "What's wrong, little Yaoyao~ Have you gotten fat lately?"

"No!" Mo Xueyao quickly put her hand back on the table, denying it outright. "I just feel that white makes you look fat!"

"Hey—it's okay to be a little chubby, isn't it nice to be a bit plump? It's so comfortable to hug."

"Go and take your pipa, don't hug me—" Mo Xueyao pushed away her small face that was very close to hers, but the latter secretly stuck out her tongue and licked her palm.

"Alas!!"

"Why are you two always making those 'ee-ee' noises?" Wang Jiale picked up his bass guitar and fiddled with it a couple of times. "You finally have some free time at noon, can't you practice properly instead!"

Yu Shu also raised her eyebrows and nodded seriously.

"Oh dear, we'll talk about it on the weekend~" Hua Yinyin waved her arms, hugged her pipa, and slumped into a chair.

Wang Jiale pursed his lips, put on his headphones, and continued playing the bass.

"Does Xiaoyao like white or black?"

"Although I sometimes want to wear white, I think I still prefer black." Mo Xueyao thought seriously. "Wanting to wear white is probably just to change things up and... um... maybe it's a rebellious streak? Actually, black suits me better, it's dirt-resistant... white gets dirty easily and is hard to clean."

"I like white fishnet stockings!"

"Are you a prostitute...?"

"Tsk, those are actually quite pretty, okay? The fishnet stockings are white, and they reveal pinkish skin underneath..."

"Wake up, you're drooling." Mo Xueyao said with droopy eyelids.

"Hehehe, but the pure white one looks really good too! It feels so soft and chewy, it must taste delicious if I take a bite!"

"You think this is ice cream?"

"So the black stuff is chocolate?"

"..." Mo Zhuyou, who was spinning the drumsticks, 'thump'ed the drum set. "If Yinyin were a boy, he would definitely be the kind that all the girls would hate and beat up."

"Oh, if I were a boy, I would definitely tone it down a bit, hmph, but unfortunately, I'm a girl!"

"She's using the girl's name to do all sorts of awful things..." Mo Xueyao glanced sideways at her, who was puffing out her chest.

Hua Yinyin felt no embarrassment at all; on the contrary, she was even more smug.

Mo Xueyao brought her legs together again, the soft flesh on her thighs pressed tightly together, making them look full and elastic.