A Young Woman's Heart

In the days before commercial complexes were very common, a large supermarket often resembled a bustling market in the city.

The difference between it and the countryside is probably that it looks relatively cleaner and tidier, and the things sold there are also more trendy.

Of course—the price is also higher.

"Want to eat KFC?" Hua Yinyin pointed to the KFC next door, which was half full, with a child licking an ice cream cone as they walked out.

This is a favorite spot for children. However, because of the high prices, many parents, even if they reluctantly take their children in to buy some food, will only choose the cheapest option, and—most likely, they won't buy anything for themselves.

If children ask, they often say they don't like it.

But Mo Xueyao was quite certain that her father really liked eating this stuff. When she was a child, he was still working at the company, and once or twice a year he would use the excuse of buying Mo Xueyao a children's meal to buy her a chicken nugget or a hamburger.

"No, no, I won't eat—" Wang Jiale shook her head quickly, "I'll get fat!"

"Hey, Lele's so skinny, she should gain some weight, right?" Hua Yinyin glanced at her sideways. "Otherwise, some parts won't develop, you know?"

"I don't want to be a dairy cow."

"Cough cough—" Mo Xueyao switched the bag to her other hand and shook her reddened little hand. "I said, what exactly do you want? If you're going to take the bus, go to the bus stop, otherwise you'll miss another bus."

"Of course we're going to KFC! I want corn and mashed potatoes!"

"Can't we just make that kind of thing at home..." Although her family became wealthy because of the shop, Mo Xueyao still felt that buying food that she could make herself and that wasn't complicated was a huge waste.

"Compared to that, what's all that commotion over there? Shall we go take a look?" Mo Zhuyou tiptoed, shielding her eyes from the sunlight, and peered into the distance.

"It's probably some kind of giveaway where you can win a phone by topping up your phone credit, right?" Mo Xueyao muttered, switching the bag to the other hand.

"Have you...have you noticed anything?" Yu Shu suddenly asked weakly, "Have you noticed anything..."

"What did you find?"

"Hmm... Mr. Xue is missing..."

"Huh? Xiaoxue?"

Everyone immediately looked around and then discovered that Mr. Xue, wearing the Yukong High School uniform, had already blended into the crowd, as if he had gone to join in the fun.

"What are you doing, Xiaoxue?"

"Maybe it's something interesting?"

"Let's go take a look!"

“You guys go ahead—” Mo Xueyao finally couldn’t help but put the bag on the stone bench by the roadside. “I’m going to rest for a while.”

"Yaoyao and I will be waiting for you here," Li Wanyan nodded and said.

The others, however, didn't stand on ceremony at all and rushed over in a swarm. A moment later, Hua Yinyin rushed out and waved vigorously at Mo Xueyao: "Little Yaoyao—come over here—!"

"Oh dear, what's wrong?" Mo Xueyao felt like she was going shopping with her mother and then insisting on carrying all the bags herself.

"Let it go far away, I'll be here watching."

"Phew, okay."

……

(three)

The place that Mr. Xue and the others were gathered around was actually a small stall.

A row of simple folding tables was arranged.

The shelves behind displayed hoodies of the same style, but with completely different patterns and colors.

The background color is uniformly white.

"What's going on, buying clothes?"

"No, look at the poster—" Wang Jiale pointed to the huge poster next to her that was even taller than her.

"Hmm... a custom hoodie... you can draw on it with a special brush, and the design will be permanent and won't wash off..."

"How about we each buy one as costumes for the Snow Music Band?"

"ha--?"

“I think it really can be done.” Wang Jiale was very excited, and on this point she and Hua Yinyin agreed.

"Hmm...it's a bit expensive." Mo Zhuyou was clearly also considering doing it, but the price made her a little short of money.

"No problem, buy five items and get one free, isn't that perfect!"

"Uh—Yu Shu, you—"

"Buy it!" Yu Shu's face was flushed. She grabbed Mo Xueyao's arm and hopped lightly on her tiptoes.

"Wait, wait, after we buy them, do we need to use the same pattern?"

"The design... doesn't need to be uniform, right? As long as it has the band's logo, that's fine? One on the front and one on the back, hmm, that's it!" Hua Yinyin was very satisfied with her decision.

She touched her wallet and finally nodded.

Seventy yuan per person was not cheap in those days, and she felt a pang of regret as several bills disappeared from her wallet.

Fortunately, the seventy yuan includes the cost of using paintbrushes, which you can use until you are satisfied with your drawing. So theoretically, you can earn it back by drawing more patterns.

—Of course, we also have to consider whether it will look good.

So what is the logo?

"Let's use the design we had before, snowflakes and musical notes—stacked together, ice-blue snowflakes, and then put a red and blue musical note on top?"

"Yinyin, I think you should design a unified logo?"

"It's not impossible, but what about the location?"

"I want it drawn on my shoulder here!" Wang Jiale immediately handed over his shirt.

"I'll just draw my chest and back."

"Hmm—I'll just draw a really big logo on the back, and then I'll just do whatever I want on the front," Mo Zhuyou said excitedly.

Hua Yinyin then looked at Yu Shu and Mr. Xue.

"Um, I, I'm just like Haruka..."

"I'll just put a big logo on the front of mine."

"Okay, I'll take care of it. Let's draw Lele's first—"

Hua Yinyin didn't find it troublesome at all; on the contrary, she felt a sense of enjoyment in it.

The others excitedly discussed what logos they should put on their clothes.

"I want to draw... a picture of my sister and me swinging on a swing."

"Can Youyou draw?"

"I know a little bit, just a little bit, um... um—Haruka, can you help me?"

"Hey, let your sister draw it for you. Xiaoxiao helped me draw the blackboard bulletin board a few times before."

"Yeah, sis!"

"Why do you suddenly start calling me 'older sister' at times like this?"

……

(four)

While everyone was excitedly drawing patterns at the stall, Li Wanyan was also attracted by something else at the stall next to her.

Most of the people sitting here are children. Their hands are all dirty, but their eyes are very focused.

……

Chapter 227 Hoodies, Powder Paintings, and Photo Booths (Part 2)

(One)

As Hua Yinyin finished drawing each symbol, everyone sat on small plastic stools and began their own creations.

There's also draft paper provided by the vendor, which you can use to brainstorm ideas beforehand to avoid regretting your work later.

Even so, people who don't usually draw still hesitate when they actually put pen to paper.

After all, even if you make a mistake in drawing a stroke, you can't erase it.

Even Mr. Xue sketched a few lines to get a feel for it.

As for Hua Yinyin, she didn't hesitate at all and quickly started drawing on the front of the hoodie.

"Yinyin, what are you planning to draw?"

"Let's connect the smaller symbols to make a bigger one! What does Yao Yao plan to draw?"

"Uh, um... well, I'll draw an electronic keyboard... after all, I'm the keyboardist in the team."

"Uh, uh... then, am I considered a keyboard player?"

"Theoretically speaking, it counts?" Mo Xueyao scratched her head.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter. Being in the crowd and being exposed to the sun gives you the illusion that summer has already arrived.

In fact, the cool and comfortable weather in Hangzhou didn't seem to last long at all, which always made people think of the saying, "There is only summer and winter here."

Mo Xiaoxiao was so hot that she was almost soaked in sweat. She greeted her younger sister and walked out of the crowd.

The crisp, clean air outside made her breathe a sigh of relief. She glanced around and saw Li Wanyan standing alone behind several children, intently looking at something.

……

(two)

The clothes with the designs drawn on were handed over to the store and put into a special machine. I don't know if it was blow-dried or oven-dried, but when they were taken out, they really didn't fade even when they got wet.

If it weren't inconvenient to change clothes right now, Hua Yinyin would probably have already put on this hoodie.

"Ta-da! This is so unique! We'll wear these to the performance, and we'll look like a real band!"

"Mmm--at least I don't have to wear the school uniform anymore." Wang Jiale nodded in agreement.