A Young Woman's Heart

The air in the classroom was still a bit stuffy, and the windows were wide open to let in fresh air. Mo Xueyao was leaning against the window, squinting at the empty playground.

This is the quietest time of day at school. The boarding students have already finished their morning run and gone outside to buy breakfast.

What reached my ears was mostly the gentle sound of the wind.

The wind blew her long, black hair. The sky was cloudless, and the newly risen sun looked so delicate, like a freshly cooked egg, as if the runny yolk would overflow if you poked it with chopsticks.

His sky-blue eyes were particularly striking, like a pair of mirrors reflecting the sky.

As her body developed, the blue color in her eyes became more and more pronounced.

At first, her classmates found it a little strange, but they gradually got used to it.

But students from other classes couldn't help but take a second look when they saw her, marveling at her beauty, which had a touch of exoticism.

Many men have quietly made up their minds to marry a foreign woman and have such a beautiful mixed-race child.

Although in reality, not all mixed-race people are beautiful.

"Here." Just as she was lost in thought, a small, fair, soft, and slightly chubby hand reached out beside her, holding a piece of bread covered in pork floss. "Want some?"

"Hmm, thank you." Mo Xueyao broke off a small piece with her finger and put it in her mouth. After chewing it a couple of times like a hamster, she opened her eyes wide in surprise, "Eh—Hua Yinyin?"

"Why are you shouting so loudly?" Hua Yinyin smiled faintly, resting her chin on her hand. "You missed me after just one night?"

"Uh, I'm a little surprised to see you acting so normally," Mo Xueyao said softly.

"I'm not always that frivolous, am I?" Hua Yinyin said softly, without teasing her. At this moment, her eyes were filled with girlish sorrow, which was quite different from her usual weird uncle-like demeanor. "Time flies so fast."

"Yes, year after year."

Hua Yinyin took a small bite of bread: "Everyone changes unconsciously as time goes by. Only after a long time, when you look back, do you realize how much you have changed."

“Yes…” Mo Xueyao paused, thinking of her past.

In the past, although there were changes, they were not significant. But this year, she experienced the biggest turning point in her life, a turning point that most people cannot experience—she went from being a boy to a girl, and her life as a sixteen-year-old boy was thus rendered useless.

From the day the surgery ended, it was destined that she would continue to live as a girl.

Mo Xueyao wasn't a stubborn person. She knew that everything was beyond change, so she could only try her best to adapt to life as a girl.

But this is not so easy to adapt to.

She still has many things she's not used to, and she sometimes makes some strange mistakes that seem odd to people.

Fortunately, she does look exactly like a girl, so no one doubts her gender; they just think she's sometimes a bit boyish.

Her family and friends also influenced her.

What used to take only a minute to wash my face and brush my teeth now takes more than five minutes.

Previously, when my hands got dirty or wet, I would just wipe them on my pants. Now, I'm also learning to take out a handkerchief to wipe my hands—although I'm not quite used to it yet.

original……

There are also many other small changes.

So--

Does she like being a girl?

It's obvious that they don't like it.

However, there are too many aspects of life that cannot be resisted. Unless one can overturn the entire world, for an ordinary person, the better choice is to accept reality, adapt to society, and adapt to their new identity.

So, do you hate being a girl?

I don't dislike it.

It must be admitted that being a girl, especially a pretty girl, has many advantages.

Besides, she saw herself getting prettier every day in the mirror, so she really couldn't bring herself to dislike her.

So, without disliking or hating it, she passively and slowly accepted reality and adapted to her new identity. Perhaps one day, she will completely become a real girl.

Hmm... or perhaps it's somewhere in between.

"Little Yao Yao must have been very naughty when she was little."

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

"Because I have many boyish habits, I must have been a tomboy when I was little~"

"Uh, more or less," Mo Xueyao replied ambiguously.

"Actually, it's quite cute."

"what?"

“It’s like a rough gem that hasn’t been carved.” Hua Yinyin smiled and stretched. “Phew—this is the last morning of the year! It’s also the last morning of the 90s. After this year, the 2000s generation will be born.”

"Yeah, I remember we're still criticizing the post-80s generation as a lost generation," Mo Xueyao said, resting her chin on her hand. "But they've already started criticizing the post-90s generation, saying they're even worse than the post-80s. And what about when the post-00s generation comes out? Will they continue criticizing them then?"

“That’s normal.” Hua Yinyin licked the meat floss off her fingers. “People always have the habit of relying on their age and thinking that because they’ve lived longer they know more, and that what they think must be correct.”

“However, those born in the 90s are still young, the oldest will only be ten years old next year.” Mo Xueyao couldn’t help but stretch along with Hua Yinyin. “Our era as those born in the 80s is still a long way off.”

"Our new generation will soon be replacing the old ones~ Little Yaoyao, do you ever feel confused and afraid about the future?"

"Me? Uh... I guess I will, but I don't know what to do or what the future holds."

Hua Yinyin smiled slightly, said nothing more, and simply began to hum a song softly.

Her voice became especially charming when she hummed a song. If you closed your eyes, you would feel as if a bright-eyed, gentle older sister was softly humming a song beside you.

But when I opened my eyes, I saw a petite girl. This contrast was quite disappointing.

"The year after next will be the 21st century. In Doraemon's world, time machines were invented in the 21st century."

"No, no." Hua Yinyin shook her head. "Next year is the 21st century! Where did Xiaoyao see the timeline? 2000 is the real 21st century!"

"Huh, is that so?" Mo Xueyao scratched her head awkwardly. "I thought the 21st century wouldn't start until the year after next."

Hua Yinyin nodded and continued humming the song.

As for Mr. Xue's slightly doubtful remark, "It's just a different algorithm," which was made by the person sitting in the back, neither of them heard it.

Mo Xueyao remained leaning against the windowsill, letting the cold wind brush against her face.

Today, she particularly enjoyed this chilly feeling.

It seemed that only the cold wind could clear her mind enough to make her realize that she was herself.

The boy's self, the girl's self.

The former represents the past, and the latter represents the future.

The end of 1999 was, in fact, a formal farewell to our past selves.

In fact, Mo Xueyao had begun to feel that her image as a boy was becoming increasingly blurry in her mind.

It's like a mirror covered in mist, blurry and unclear.

In the grand scheme of life, sixteen years is not much, especially since half of the sixteen years when one is youngest is often a blurry memory.

At the very least, Mo Xueyao could hardly recall any memories of herself before starting school.

Perhaps there was nothing worth remembering, or perhaps nothing at all was remembered.

"Achoo!" Mo Xueyao sneezed loudly, returning to the present from the long river of the past.

"Are you cold? Close the window, just leave it a crack, let's turn on the heating." Li Wanyan's voice rang out.

The heater switch is right next to the podium; anyone could turn it on, but she's usually the one in charge of doing so.

"Ah, okay." Mo Xueyao nodded and returned to her seat.

Today, Hua Yinyin acted unusually, not making any intimate gestures towards Mo Xueyao, but simply giving her a slight smile before leaving.

However, that smile was exceptionally gentle and charming.

Those eyes seemed to have a captivating quality.

In that instant, Mo Xueyao felt an inexplicable urge to pin her down on the bed.

She shook her head, trying to shake the thought out of her mind, but she only managed to shake off Hua Yinyin; her image was replaced by someone else.

It's Li Wanyan.

She quickly shook her head again, this time replacing it with Mr. Xue.

Mr. Xue was pushed onto the bed?

It just feels weird no matter how you look at it.

She shook her head again, and this time, she was replaced by An Ruosu.

Then it became Li Hongran again, but this time she was the one who was pushed down.

She had no choice but to close her eyes and then forcefully open them again.

But this time it was Wang Jiale...

No, why would it be Wang Jiale who pushed her down?

The jumble of thoughts finally shattered the images in her mind, and Mo Xueyao breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing her slightly sore temples.

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Chapter 156 The Final Chapter of the Twentieth Century

Evening at the fruit shop.

The sky is dotted with stars.

The incandescent bulb swayed.

Mo Xueyao didn't do her homework; she just hugged Su Tang and warmed herself in front of a pot of embers.

The so-called embers are the ashes left after the burning material has burned out. If you stir them slightly, there will still be some sparks, and they can provide a warm feeling like a fire for a long time.

Dinner has already been eaten; it's neither too early nor too late.