A Young Woman's Heart

"Wow, so many photos!" Wu Shanshan exclaimed excitedly and enviously. "There must be forty or fifty of them, right? And they're all laminated!"

"Um……"

Yu Shu poured out the photos and spread them out on the table.

Jiang Yuruo and Wu Shanshan curiously picked up the papers one by one to look at them.

She, however, read the letter first.

This is a letter, but it was written by everyone together.

It's less like a letter and more like a collection of messages written by each person.

People used different colored pens to write different words, sending their longing from afar to this place.

Perhaps only things written on paper can evoke such profound feelings.

Of course, if a letter could arrive quickly, the feeling wouldn't be so strong.

Some things are just like that; they are precious because they are rare.

"Mo Xueyao: Yu Shu! By the time you receive this letter, we should be almost finished with our training camp! Ah, the schedule here is much tighter than at school, but we still managed to take some photos during our breaks. If Awen is not mistaken, they should all be in the same letter, right? We originally planned to write the time, background, and what happened at the time on the back of each photo, but since only Awen can print the photos, we had to give up on that. Just make do with what you have. If you have any questions or are interested in anything, just send us a text message! Yinyin and the others should have already texted you to exchange contact information, right?"

"Wow, is this where the senior students went? It's such a big park, so magnificent!"

"Hmm, the underground dragon palace..."

"Wow, Ruoruo Ruoruo, look! This dragon is so realistic, it actually got photographed!"

"Little White Dragon!!"

"Li Wanyan: It's like seeing you in person. How are you doing? How have you been lately? During the time Yaoyao and the others are away, don't let loneliness affect your studies. Spend quality time with your friends."

"Wow, Shuer's senior is so pretty, with blue eyes. Sigh, I'm so envious..."

"Long black hair! Looks good too!"

"I don't seem to know this senior very well. She's wearing jeans and standing next to... that really fair-skinned senior? They seem to get along really well, are they a couple?"

"……no!"

How did Ruoruo know?

"Intuition!" Jiang Yuruo poked her head.

Hua Yinyin: Shuer~! I wonder when you received the letter? You saw the photos, right? We'll bring you the gift when we get back! I don't know if you'll like it, but it should be quite new.

"Oh dear, apart from the first three days, it's been absolutely agonizing here. I hope this will really improve my grades. It would be great if I could get into Ginkgo Women's University. By the way, Shuer, why don't you take the exam with us too!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, I've already talked to Xiaoyaoyao! She'll be there too!"

"Oh right, we also went to see a local opera later, but unfortunately I didn't bring my camera that day and didn't take any pictures. You can go see it yourself when you go on your school trip next time, it's quite exciting."

"Hehe, when I get back, I'll give you a big hug! I've missed you so much! And please, keep the band room in mind, don't let it fall into disrepair. Feel free to bring anyone in, consider it training new members, okay?"

The letter paper contained not only messages from the band members, but also messages from other upperclassmen who frequently visited the band room.

There are Xuan Anyi's, Mo Xiaoxiao's, and even Cha Li wrote one.

"Wow, what a high mountain! Is that a cable car?"

"Yes! A cable car! Hangzhou has one too!"

"Beigaofeng? Hmm, I heard that the seniors organized a trip there, so it should be our turn next year, right?"

Jiang Yu didn't answer, but tilted her head and picked up another photo.

The photo shows all the members of the Snow Music Band, with a space seemingly reserved for Yu Shu in front of them.

Wang Jiale: Everyone's already said everything I wanted to say, so I have nothing left to say. Oh, by the way, Shuer, could you check my drawer for a box of cookies? If they're expired, just throw them away; if they're not, you can eat them~

At this point, all the comments had been read, except for Mr. Xue's, which was somewhat incomprehensible because it consisted entirely of numbers.

It was like Morse code, but no matter how hard Yu Shu looked at it, she couldn't figure out what it meant.

"Wow! It's numbered musical notation!" Jiang Yuruo leaned over for a look and exclaimed excitedly.

"Huh? Simplified musical notation?" It only has numbers and no symbols. Even if it is simplified musical notation, it is quite incomplete.

Yu Shu tried to sing along silently with the numbers in her mind.

I discovered that this is indeed a song.

Moreover, because they are so familiar with it, they can immediately guess which song it is even without the exact notes.

"Katyusha..."

"Katyusha!"

Yu Shu and Jiang Yu Ruo spoke in unison.

At that moment, she suddenly felt that Jiang Yuruo and Mr. Xue might get along very well, and their thought processes seemed to overlap.

In fact, they do look somewhat alike.

It's just that Mr. Xue doesn't always seem to be so eccentric.

But Jiang Yuruo... she's probably only abnormal when she's not acting out of line, right?

……

(four)

"Should we reply?"

"No need, sending them...it's too slow." Yu Shu tidied up the scattered photos on the table. "They'll be back in a few days."

"Oh yeah, by the way, the senior students are back. Do you want to surprise them or something?"

"Huh? A surprise?"

"It's a welcome ceremony, after all, we haven't seen each other for a month."

"W-what do I do..." Yu Shu looked at Wu Shanshan blankly.

"Should we decorate the house with lanterns and decorations? Or write a song for them to play? Or, um... give them some gifts?"

"Huh? I feel... there's no need for that."

"Hide and scare them!" Jiang Yuruo raised her hands high.

"Ruo Ruo, stop causing trouble." Wu Shanshan pulled her left hand and made her let go, but she still insisted on holding up her right hand, which was not being held.

"Hmm...I think so." Yu Shu smiled and shook her head, pursing her lips. "No need, just a simple welcome back for them, that's fine."

……

Chapter 270 Adult Matters

(One)

The gentle rays of the rising sun streamed into the clear and bright French windows.

A sliver of light touched the split-level bedsheets on the second floor, making the jade-like foot that was sticking out of the blankets feel hot and burning.

"Hmm..." Zuo Ziya squinted her eyes, rested her head on Huang Zhengyang's chest, and her right hand restlessly reached into the quilt.

"You really have a lot of energy..." Huang Zhengyang chuckled dryly, gently moving her restless hand away. "I can't take it anymore, it's been three days in a row, I'm going to be completely drained if this continues."

"Phew, I was just kidding. I'm exhausted myself." Zuo Ziya's face was flushed, and her long purple hair was spread out on the bed, with a few strands falling on Huang Zhengyang's face and gently scratching his cheek.

Huang Zhengyang put his hand on Zuo Ziya's body and leaned against her.

The two were pressed close together, exchanging body heat.

"Hands, getting restless again, aren't you? Want to be drained dry?"

"Can't I even touch it without doing anything?"

"No—no—it feels so good, it's killing me."

"Alright, alright." Huang Zhengyang turned around, threw back the covers, and sat up abruptly. "Then get up?"

"Hmm, hasn't your brother come back yet?"

"Xiao Xi won't be back until the end of the month."

"It's such a pity that he's so cute but is a boy."

"Ahem, don't try to cram any weird knowledge into him," Huang Zhengyang coughed twice. "He has a girlfriend."

"Huh, really?"

"Of course, she's quite pretty, a young lady from Japan."

"Is there some kind of genetic predisposition in your family that makes you manage to hook up with only rich young ladies?"

"Huh? Haha... I don't know either, Miss."

Zuo Ziya slowly sat up, a few strands of hair falling to her chest. She looked at Huang Zhengyang with her lazy and dreamy eyes, "Bring me my clothes."

"Here."

"Hmm... I'm hungry, let's go eat later."

How's the fire going at home?

"You cook?"

"You can try it if you want." Huang Zhengyang, this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, had a mischievous glint in his eyes, and a slightly unpleasant grin appeared on his honest face. "How about cooking while just wearing an apron?"

"Dream on." Zuo Ziya glanced at him sideways and slapped his firm thigh hard. "Let's go out to eat. I'll be starving by the time you finish cooking."

"Okay, okay, let's go out to eat!"

……

(two)

It's getting late, and cars are coming and going on the street downstairs.

As time went by, the area around this neighborhood, which was originally on the edge of the city, gradually began to become lively.

Huang Zhengyang rarely gets a break, so he took all the vacation days he hadn't taken this month.