A Young Woman's Heart

The backgrounds of the photos are mostly snowy, but the girl in the photos is not dressed very warmly. She even dares to stand on the snow with bare legs in a short skirt, which gives her a cool and fierce beauty.

Mo Xueyao's favorite is the last one:

The girl in the photo has long, deep red hair that is blown about by the wind, making the snowflakes look messy. She casually brushes a strand of hair aside and smiles at the camera.

Her serene blue-green eyes paired with fiery deep red hair create a striking contrast, making her appear incredibly alluring.

"So beautiful..." Mo Xueyao realized she was starting to like her.

It wasn't the kind of love at first sight, but rather an appreciation for beautiful things.

She looked at it for a while longer before she started reading the letter properly. While reading, she would always picture a girl with long, flowing red hair sitting at a table writing a letter with a fountain pen.

It's a pity we can't hear her voice.

In the letter, Chenxing expressed her delight at finally receiving a reply after a long wait, and expressed her fondness for this new friend. The beginning consisted of relatively polite words, while the latter part was about her hometown.

"Russia has been getting worse lately. We don't know when Yeltsin will step down, or whether the country will get even worse. But as things stand, the situation hasn't improved much. To be honest, I'm quite disappointed with this country. Sometimes I really envy you. At least you're still trying to move forward, and at least your government is slowly getting better."

Speaking of which, recent news about Russia has indeed been mostly pessimistic. This once powerful country is ultimately unable to escape the fate of rise and fall.

Chinese history tells them that no dynasty lasts forever, and they know how to rise again after a period of decline.

But perhaps that country doesn't have much experience with this.

China is indeed getting better and better. Just before December 20th, Macau returned to China. Although several days have passed, there is still a flood of reports about it. People all over the country are celebrating this event and thinking about when Taiwan will return to the mainland.

Some people even started to think that if we follow the pattern of Hong Kong's return to China in 97 and Macau's return to China in 99, then wouldn't Taiwan be able to return to China in 01?

In short, people can indeed feel that the country is getting better and better, and they can also feel the anticipation and hope for the future.

China and Russia, two neighboring countries, once shared the same aspirations, but now they have embarked on completely different paths.

Mo Xueyao thought about many things for a while before she regained her composure and continued reading.

Morning Star said that going to university is much more tiring than high school, with many things to keep her busy.

She also said that after she graduates from university, she wants to come to China to work. She studied bridge engineering and related fields.

“Build bridges?” Mo Xueyao muttered to herself. “It seems we really need all sorts of bridges. Even a small city like Hangzhou needs several bridges across the river to facilitate transportation. By the way, once Taiwan returns to China, shouldn’t we build a cross-sea bridge that goes directly to Taiwan?”

"Your cat's photos are so cute! I don't like long-haired cats, I prefer short-haired cats like the one you have. It's a pity that pets can't be shipped, otherwise I really hope you could buy a local cat and send it to me."

This refers to the photos of the candies she sent.

"I know China has a lot of delicious food, so after I go there to work, one of my wishes is to eat all the food in China! Can I eat it all in ten years?"

"By the way, I recently bought some military rations that still have a year left on their shelf life. Although they don't taste very good, eating them once in a while is an experience, although I still have to say—they are really awful! Especially the compressed biscuits."

This letter contained much more information than the last one, as if two familiar people had finally opened up to each other.

Chenxing seems to particularly like Japanese animation. She mentioned several times that she wants to go to Japan and hopes to go with Mo Xueyao.

But for her, who is currently in school, this kind of thing can probably only happen during summer or winter vacation.

Morning Star dreams of traveling the world, so she hopes her career can be more flexible.

"Although those who draw design drafts usually have to sit in an office, I think in the future, those who draw drafts may be able to travel freely. As long as they upload the drafts to the internet, they can share them with their colleagues. They can communicate via email on the internet. Everything will become very convenient then. I really hope that era comes soon."

Mo Xueyao also hoped for one, but unfortunately, a computer now costs at least 10,000 yuan, which is beyond the reach of most ordinary people.

"Xiaoxue~ How many more years do you think it will be before we can live a life where computers are widespread and everyone can easily communicate via email?" Mo Xueyao asked, looking at Mr. Xue behind her.

"What do you think?" Mr. Xue smiled.

"Well, I think it will be twenty years from now? I'll be old by then—" Mo Xueyao said dejectedly.

"I don't think it will take that long... ten years should be enough."

"Is it that fast? Computers are so expensive these days, most people can't afford them."

"The expensive part of electronic products right now isn't the materials, it's the technology. Once we can mass-produce them ourselves, these things will definitely become dirt cheap," Mr. Xue said confidently. "Isn't our greatest strength the ability of the Chinese people to mass-produce all the advanced products we learn and digest in a very short time, and then make them affordable for everyone?"

"But it's not that easy."

"So, it'll take ten years," Mr. Xue joked. "Hehe~ Maybe by then even email will be outdated."

“It won’t be obsolete that quickly…” Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes. “We haven’t even used it yet.”

"Perhaps," Mr. Xue smiled. "But these things are already quite common in the United States."

"Of course, after all, they are fifty or even a hundred years ahead of us. When will we be able to catch up with the United States?"

"Perhaps we can catch up in another fifty years."

"I hope so." Mo Xueyao didn't continue the topic; she turned back to reading the letter.

Morning Star jokingly asked her if she had a boyfriend, and also inquired whether "Chinese men are all afraid of their wives".

"If I were to date a man, I wouldn't like the kind who's all muscle. I prefer men with a normal build, a little chubby would be even better, because they'd be warm to hug."

"I don't know why, but I especially like chubby men with squinty eyes and a slightly goofy look, haha. Is my taste different from most people's?"

"What kind of man do you like, Weiguang? Strong, handsome, or perhaps more effeminate?"

man……?

Mo Xueyao's lips twitched downwards; the thought of such a thing sent a chill down her spine.

With a man?

At the very least, she simply cannot accept that kind of thing right now.

She felt more comfortable with men when they were on a brotherly or fraternal basis.

So, do you like women?

It seems he doesn't have a particular inclination to like girls.

Mo Xueyao felt like she was standing at a neutral point, only slightly leaning towards the girl's side.

But if you actually asked her to date a girl, she probably would refuse.

There are factors from all aspects.

"I don't particularly like girls, and I don't want to be with boys, so what do I like?" Mo Xueyao muttered, stroking her chin. "It has nothing to do with gender. Do you think I just like myself?"

Come to think of it, there have been several times when I looked in the mirror and really felt like I was getting an electric shock.

If that can be considered love, could it be that Mo Xueyao has fallen in love with herself?

She scratched her head in frustration, put the letter away, and began writing a new reply on a draft paper.

At the same time, I was also thinking about what to send with the letter this time.

I probably can't send anything too big; I can only send small items, like photos or cards.

How do I send food?

Moreover, it must be the kind that can be stored for a long time and is not easily damaged, otherwise it will break when it arrives.

Although sesame candy is easy to preserve, it is easily crushed.

"I've got it! How about sending some ginger candy?"

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Chapter 153 A Classmate You're Not Very Familiar With

On Thursday morning, the fourth period was physical education class. In order to make it easier to rush into the cafeteria as soon as get out of class ended, many boys simply stuffed their spoons into their pockets. Some of them didn't even put their spoons in plastic bags; they just stuffed them into their pockets.

Aren't you afraid of getting dirty?

The reason for this doubt is that Zhou Yong did exactly that.

Mo Xueyao also planned to bring her own cutlery; at least her chopsticks were in a box...

"Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao, you don't need to run later, right?" Wang Jiale asked, turning his head.

"Yes."

"Then, can you hold this for me?" Wang Jiale handed her the spoon that was in the box.

While others usually put chopsticks in their boxes, she put spoons in hers.

Moreover, she seems to prefer eating with a spoon rather than chopsticks.

"Xiao Yao, help me get mine too~" Mo Xiaoxiao chimed in from behind.

"I understand..." Mo Xueyao nodded helplessly, and suddenly there were three boxes in her shirt pocket, making it look a bit bulging.

"Little Yaoyao~ Could you get this for me too~"

"I refuse." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes at Hua Yinyin and said with disdain.

"Waaah—Little Yaoyao is biased! She was clearly helping others bring them!" Hua Yinyin nestled against Mo Xueyao's chest, rubbing her little face against it. "Huh, Little Yaoyao seems to have gotten a little bigger?"

"I absolutely...would not take it for you!" Mo Xueyao said through gritted teeth.

"Hey, why are you even angrier! You should be happy!" Hua Yinyin hugged Mo Xueyao tightly. "I don't care, I won't let go until you help me carry it! Waaah!"

"I'm really defeated by you... Give it to me." Mo Xueyao said helplessly.

"Xiao Yao lost to Hua Yinyin again." Mo Xiao smiled and covered her mouth, secretly laughing.

"She can never do anything about Hua Yinyin, can she?" Wang Jiale muttered, her eyelids drooping. "I really don't know why she always likes to tease Xiaoyao. Could it be that she's fallen for her?"

"Maybe~" Mo Xiao teased.

"Ugh, that's disgusting." Wang Jiale hugged his arms and shivered, as if he had goosebumps all over his body.

The students in the classroom walked out in twos and threes. Although the fourth period had not yet started, everyone was used to getting to the playground first.

For students who have attended classes for half a day, this is also a rare opportunity to relax.

It rained for several days in a row, and it finally stopped today.

The soft white clouds in the sky blocked some of the sunlight, making the ground not very sunny. As a result, the ground was patchy, with some areas dry and some wet, and some sunken areas still had some puddles.

As soon as I arrived at the playground, the PE teacher was already there. He probably didn't go back to his office this time because he had also taught PE in the previous class.

"What are those two PE teachers doing?" Mo Xueyao tiptoed and looked into the crowd, and saw that the two PE teachers from Yukong High School were striking a martial arts pose like in a kung fu movie.