A Young Woman's Heart

Bring joy and happiness to others, and blow away all worries and troubles.

She parted the clouds that were blocking the sun and gently stroked the flower buds to make them bloom.

Li Wanyan involuntarily closed her eyes, feeling as if she were lying in a sea of ​​flowers in spring.

To be honest, Mo Xueyao's piano playing skills are not particularly outstanding, but her music has a magical power that can resonate with people.

I suppose that as long as emotions can be stirred, it's good music.

"Oh, Wanyan, you're awake?"

"Well, wake up."

"Why don't you sleep a little longer? It's only ten o'clock, you've only slept for five or six hours, right?" Mo Xueyao stopped playing the piano and gently stroked the keys with her slender fingers. "Anyway, it's the first day of the Lunar New Year, so I can be lazy openly."

Why is Yao Yao up so early?

"Uh...maybe I was in a deep sleep? Anyway, I felt pretty energetic, so I got up." Mo Xueyao said, picking up the teacup on the table and taking a sip of the slightly cool tea.

—Jasmine flowers were placed inside.

"Hmm... I'll lie down for a while longer then." Li Wanyan said, pulling the blanket around herself again and lying down like a silkworm cocoon.

……

(two)

At noon, the long-awaited sunshine returned.

On a normal day, with such a bright sun, my mother would have taken the bedding and clothes out to air them, but today, she just lay in bed, resting her head on my father's arm, watching the New Year's program on TV.

The living room table was piled high with dried fruit shells and food scraps, much of which had fallen to the floor.

Mo Xueyao frowned: "Mom—where's the broom?"

"A broom? It's on the balcony. Are you going to clean it?"

"The living room is so dirty, it should at least be cleaned up."

"No need to clean today, it's the first day of the Lunar New Year, just rest."

"Is this mess okay?"

The father chimed in, "Why bother cleaning on the first day of the Lunar New Year? It'll just sweep away all your good fortune."

"Superstition..."

"Take a day off, Mom will clean tomorrow."

"Whatever you want." Mo Xueyao put her hands in the pockets of her pajamas, went into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water, and then returned to her room.

With the last bit of winter break homework spread out on the desk, Mo Xueyao placed her teacup in the upper left corner.

The frost on the window has disappeared, and the sunlight is gently shining into the room, dividing the desk in two with light and shadow.

The rustling sound of writing is the perfect background music at this moment.

Only at this moment can time slow down, allowing people to enjoy the satisfaction and joy of life's little moments.

A magpie fluttered its wings and landed on the windowsill, gently preening its feathers with its beak before curiously looking at Mo Xueyao, who was engrossed in her homework.

It didn't seem to want to leave; it even lay down like a hen.

A gentle breeze made its feathers sway softly, as if it were searching for the glory of its ancestors.

……

(three)

"Hmm..." Li Wanyan finally got out of bed.

Although it was already one o'clock in the afternoon, she was still a little drowsy, and even looked more sleepy than when she had woken up before.

“Wanyan,” Mo Xueyao pointed to her bare shoulders, “your clothes slipped down.”

She likes to sleep in loose-fitting clothes, as if it makes her feel more free.

"Hmm." Li Wanyan pulled her clothes back up expressionlessly, as if she were dragging iron slippers, and swayed heavily into the bathroom.

Mo Xueyao even had the illusion of seeing her usual self.

"Did Wanyan catch it from me too?" she thought to herself with a self-deprecating smile. She put down the pen that had just finished writing the last word, stood up halfway, opened the window, and then sat down again.

A gentle breeze, warmed by the sun, wafted into the somewhat stuffy room, bringing a refreshing, open-air atmosphere.

When she doesn't need to rush anywhere, Li Wanyan's washing up is always very slow.

It took her a full half hour to return to her room.

She was already dressed in her pajamas, and her hair was neatly combed, just like when they first met, tied in pigtails.

However, she had grown much taller and her face had matured, shedding her childishness, so Mo Xueyao felt that the hairstyle was somewhat unsuitable for her—or perhaps it was just that she hadn't seen her with this hairstyle in a long time and was not used to it.

Like Mo Xueyao, she bent over and sat down at the desk under the bunk bed, rummaging through her schoolbag to take out her winter vacation homework.

"Hey, I've finished writing the 'Elegant Remarks'."

"Yes, did you write it this morning?"

"Yeah, you're planning to finish writing the rest today too?"

"Ah."

"Oh—I plan to write one or two more letters to other classmates."

This was a letter that the two of them had agreed upon beforehand, to be given to other classmates upon graduation.

It's probably just an extended version of a student's evaluation.

I'll just intersperse some things about the other person that left a deep impression on me.

"Whose is it written?"

"I'm planning to write about Susu and Lao Li, what do you think?"

"it is good."

Actually, she really wanted to tell Li Hongran in this letter that An Ruosu had always liked him.

But in the end, it was just a thought in his mind, and he never actually put it into action.

If he really wanted to say it, he would say it himself. There's no need for him to act as a matchmaker, which would only make things awkward.

It's a bit of a shame, isn't it...?

But who knows if speaking out will only lead to more regret and remorse?

Thinking this, she breathed on her pen and began to write seriously on the paper.

The story begins with the impressions other girls had of Li Hongran, this big guy—

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(four)

In this small city, the sky is cloudless, and the sunlight shines on every corner of the earth.

Su Yuqing offered a bouquet of flowers in front of a clean and beautifully restored grave, and then reached out her hand to Mo Kong beside her.

Mo Kong skillfully and naturally handed her the lighter from his pocket.

The fireworks were lit and soared into the sky.

She lowered her head slightly, looking at the tombstone, but a smile played on her lips: "Happy New Year, Sister Xizi! Did you see the fireworks yesterday? If you didn't get enough, I'll set some more for you..."

Mo Kong took a deep drag of his cigarette, and the tip quickly turned to ash.

His deep eyes gazed at the distant sky, his voice low and deep: "It's a pity you don't smoke, otherwise I could offer you a couple of cigarettes right now."

"Do you think Yuuko-neechan has been reincarnated yet?"

"If there is reincarnation."

"I hope she can live a happy and carefree life in her next life, free from the pain of life."

Mo Kong didn't reply, but just let the wind make his scraggly beard even more disheveled.

……

(Fives)

"Hmph hmph hmph~" At Yinshan Cemetery, Hua Yinyin hopped and skipped like a child, bringing a touch of lively vitality to this dull place.

Her parents followed closely behind, carrying a fruit basket and several candles.

The three of them stopped in front of a small grave, a delicate tombstone on which was exquisitely placed.

"Happy New Year, sister! My parents and I have come to visit you again! Open the door!"

Hua Yinyin's words made her parents laugh.

"Alright, Yinyin, stop fooling around. Come on, put the fruit basket up there."

"Okay, sis, have some fruit. I don't know what you like to eat now, but I really like dragon fruit. If you think it's too bland, remember to sprinkle some sugar on it..."

Hua Yinyin laughed to herself, seemingly talking to her sister whom she barely remembered, but rather teasing her parents.

Not many people came to pay respects to their relatives and friends on the first day of the Lunar New Year; most of them were elderly people who were conservative.

Therefore, the young woman who came alone stood out.

Hua Yinyin seemed to have some impression of her, but she was too far away to see clearly and couldn't remember where she had seen her before.

Her hair wasn't very long, just almost reaching her shoulders.

She held a bouquet of plain white flowers in her hands and quietly placed it in front of a tombstone. Then she sat down on the ground, as if she wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with the owner of the tomb.

She was too far away to see her expression clearly. I couldn't tell if she was crying or smiling, or if it was because so much time had passed and everything had faded, so her face didn't show much emotion.

Many of the people who come here to pay their respects to their ancestors are the third type.

It was as if they had come to reminisce with old friends who were still alive; time had taken away the sorrow that had once taken them away.

People can always face the deceased with equanimity.

Time etches away at things, erasing the marks in people's hearts before leaving them on stone.

……