A Young Woman's Heart

But to outsiders, it just looks like a man and a woman whispering to each other.

How ambiguous this is!

It's no wonder people are having wild thoughts.

But is it really impossible for boys and girls to have a pure friendship?

At least Mo Xueyao didn't think it was impossible; after all, she always treated herself as a boy when she was around boys.

In her opinion, it was just two boys discussing a script, which was normal and nothing strange about it.

Furthermore, Mr. Xue and Mo Xueyao, the two people involved, were completely immersed in writing the script and did not pay any attention to the gazes of others.

"Then let's set the scene on an island. That way, the island can be very large, but it can also isolate us from the outside world," Mr. Xue suggested.

“Okay, then we should add a few more stories about treating patients, otherwise the story will be too one-dimensional.” Mo Xueyao stroked her chin.

Mr. Xue pondered for a moment, then frowned: "But that would take longer."

"The longest play can be half an hour, but our school's New Year's Day performance lasts all day."

"Half an hour is still quite tight," Mr. Xue thought for a moment. "But we should definitely add a few more, which can be skipped as short segments."

"Let's write about riding a bike to see patients. It doesn't need to be anything serious, just something like a cold or fever. The last patient will have a heart condition. That's the theme of the play." Mo Xueyao was saying when she suddenly remembered someone. "And also, let's have Hua Yinyin write the script. Isn't she the top student in Chinese? We'll make an outline, and she can write it. What do you think?"

"Of course, but will she agree? It's a troublesome matter after all."

"No problem." Mo Xueyao nodded vigorously, full of confidence.

Although she sometimes found it annoying that Hua Yinyin was always clinging to her and touching her, given their good 'relationship,' she was sure that Hua Yinyin wouldn't refuse if she asked her for a favor now, right?

Just then, Hua Yinyin walked into the classroom with her schoolbag on her back.

When she's normal, she looks like an innocent little child, especially her chubby little round face, which still looks very childish, like a girl who doesn't understand anything.

Who would have thought that she might know more than most adults?

"Hua Yinyin!" Mo Xueyao rushed over immediately. Before she could react, she saw Hua Yinyin's expression change from calm to surprise, and then she suddenly hugged her.

The two lovely young girls embraced tightly, a truly delightful sight.

If Hua Yinyin didn't writhe like she was in heat, it would be fine; right now, she seems a bit greasy...

"What... are you doing... ah... hey...!" Mo Xueyao wanted to push Hua Yinyin away, but she didn't know where to start. If the other party had a flat chest, it would be fine, but the other party had a hidden huge bust. If she pushed her away with her hand, she would definitely touch there.

Out of habitual gentlemanly manners, Mo Xueyao ultimately did nothing, only complaining helplessly.

"Waaah, this is the first time Xiaoyao has greeted me in the morning. I'm so touched!"

"You're exaggerating too much..."

"It's alright, after all, that's love!"

"Love you my foot!" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes. "Let go, let go, I have something important to tell you."

"Hmm? What is it?" Hua Yinyin was as obedient as a loyal puppy at this moment.

"You... uh, for our New Year's Day performance, we've already chosen a program, which is a play. Could you help us write the script? After all, you were the top student in Chinese in the whole grade."

"Such a small matter? Of course, no problem!" Hua Yinyin patted her chest, the soft mass bouncing with her clothes, creating wavy wrinkles. "Write it now?"

"Don't... rush." ​​Mo Xueyao wiped away her sweat, not expecting Hua Yinyin to be so proactive. "Let's discuss the outline first, and then I'll give it to you to write."

"No problem! But there's one small request."

"What?" Mo Xueyao had an expression that said, "I knew it."

"Can Haruka say good morning to me every morning?"

"That's...?"

"Yes."

"Can……"

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Chapter 140 Teresa Teng's Songs

Silently I ascend the western tower alone; the moon hangs like a hook.

As soon as she returned to the fruit shop, Mo Xueyao heard her father pruning the flower branches while listening to Teresa Teng's songs on a cassette player.

This is a song adapted from an ancient Chinese poem.

Simply put, it's about singing poems.

When Teresa Teng passed away, Mo Xueyao was still a primary school student, but she already had an impression of her.

I remember when the newspapers officially reported her death, it caused a sensation. Almost every adult was talking about it, and even my elementary school classmates were talking about it.

Teresa Teng's songs are played continuously on the streets in remembrance of her.

I also remember that day, my father bought a lot of Teresa Teng's cassette tapes. For several nights in a row, he would hold the cassette player, wear headphones, and not go to sleep until the early hours of the morning.

His cronies laughed and mocked him, saying, "You probably wouldn't be this heartbroken even if your wife died."

But everything eventually passes. By 1999, many new pop singers had emerged, and many talented singers were being praised.

But there was only one Teresa Teng. If people wanted to hear her sweet voice, they could only listen to her old songs.

"Sweet, sweet smile~" The father sang along, but his skill was far inferior, which was also related to his voice not being suitable.

If Teresa Teng's songs are always as sweet as various kinds of fruit, then Mo Xueyao's father's singing of Teresa Teng's songs is probably like a fruit-flavored cigarette...?

"Stop singing, Dad. You're not suited to singing this kind of song," Mo Xueyao said jokingly.

"What's wrong? Does it mean I can't sing if it's not suitable? I just like it, okay?" The father rolled his eyes, twisting his body as he sang even more energetically.

"Take a look~ Tell a story~ The stories of this small town are really good~" The father lit a cigarette, which seemed to be stuck to his lips, and no matter how he sang, it wouldn't fall off. He looked surprisingly dashing.

"Hey, Mom, what brings you here today?" Mo Xueyao was just about to put her schoolbag into Li Wanyan's room when she bumped into her mother, who was coming out with a mop.

"What's wrong, little rabbit... little girl, you don't welcome me?" the mother asked, deliberately putting on a stern face.

"Of course you're welcome!"

"The fruit shop is gradually getting on track, and it's getting busier and busier here, so I have to help out. Otherwise, your dad would have to buy groceries, cook, and take care of the business all at once, how could he manage?" the mother explained simply.

"So Mom's making dinner tonight?"

"Ah."

"Eh—?" Mo Xueyao looked disappointed.

"What, you're complaining about your mother's cooking?"

"I think my dad cooks better."

The mother raised an eyebrow, put her hands on her hips, and shouted at the father who was pruning the flowers, "Ali, your daughter thinks my cooking is bad! You're cooking for yourself tonight!"

"Oh dear, what's wrong with her? If she doesn't like it, then she shouldn't eat it. This little... girl! Why do you care about her? As long as I like it, that's fine!"

"Cough cough, I didn't say I wouldn't eat..." Mo Xueyao coughed twice, took her homework to the folding table, and sat down. "I'm going to do my homework."

"Hello, Auntie." Li Wanyan finally took a moment to greet her mother.

"Hmm, Wanyan, you're so good~" Her mother's expression changed instantly, and she gently stroked Wanyan's hair as she spoke.

This almost made Mo Xueyao doubt whether she was really her biological child.

For a fleeting moment, Li Wanyan seemed to show a cat-like expression of enjoyment, but it vanished instantly the next second, making Mo Xueyao wonder if she had seen it wrong.

"Dad, why do you like Teresa Teng's songs so much?"

"Of course it's because it's sweet and sounds nice."

"That's it?"

“Yeah, why ask so many questions?” The father waved his hand. “Hey, speaking of which, her songs were banned in mainland China back then. We couldn’t listen to them because the authorities said they were ‘decadent music,’ and that listening to them would lead us astray into a life of pleasure.”

"Then how come they are so famous?"

“Haha, truly beautiful things can’t be forbidden no matter what. What do those people know? But later it was allowed, or rather, it was tacitly allowed to listen to them.” The father said indignantly, “How can a few people represent a group of people? I remember when I was a child, I would secretly listen to it on a tape recorder. Back then, the sound quality was very poor, there were no headphones, and I didn’t dare to play it too loudly. But no matter how much it was forbidden, I could never forget that sweetness.”

“Here we go again.” His mother glanced at him sideways. “Your dad can’t stop talking about Teresa Teng.”

“If I don’t tell you, and you don’t tell you, then who will remember the beautiful things of the past? Of course I have to tell you!” The father insisted on continuing, “Back then, Teresa Teng really wanted to come to the mainland to hold a concert. Originally, with the gradual opening up, there was an opportunity. Alas, it’s a pity that beautiful women have always had short lives!”

"No wonder she's a middle school student, she can even recite a few lines of poetry." Mo Xueyao didn't know whether she was mocking her mother or her father. "However, I've seen some of her photos, and I don't think she's very pretty, and she's a little chubby."

“That’s not fat, that’s voluptuous. What’s attractive about being skinny like a skeleton?” The father’s voice rose. “Besides, that’s the most natural beauty, the most unpretentious beauty, sweet but not cloying…”

"Selling fruit?" The mother rolled her eyes. "Business is coming in, let's get to business."

"Oh, guest, what would you like to order?" The father immediately changed the subject.

Li Wanyan sat at the same table as Mo Xueyao with her homework in her hand, which brought her thoughts back to her homework.

I don't know when it started, but the two of them were doing their homework at the same table.

Perhaps Li Wanyan felt too lonely in the small room, or perhaps the light in the small room was too dim?

However, it's easier for the two of them to communicate while doing homework, and they can discuss some questions together.

This has made many customers who come to buy fruit very envious of her parents.

They all thought these were their two daughters!

As time went on, Mo Xueyao's parents seemed to genuinely treat Li Wanyan as their daughter, sometimes even treating her better than Mo Xueyao.

This makes Mo Xueyao occasionally a little jealous.

"Wanyan, have you been getting used to living at my house for over a month?" Mo Xueyao whispered in Li Wanyan's ear.

"It's great, this place makes me feel right at home," Li Wanyan said, half-jokingly and half-seriously. "I'd love to stay here forever."

"Then don't leave," Mo Xueyao said casually. "You can live in my house for the rest of your life."

“It’s not that simple,” Li Wanyan shook her head.

"Oh right, speaking of which, that house Gao Yuan wanted to build... wasn't it for you?"