A Young Woman's Heart

The set of clothes on the bedside table was brand new. Although it was indeed men's clothing, the color scheme leaned more towards women's.

This wasn't the brother's bad taste, but rather Huang Yuxi's preference.

It was during a shopping trip to a clothing store that my brother noticed unintentionally, and afterwards, buying him pink and orange clothes became a very natural thing to do.

Yes, Huang Yuxi likes pink and orange, but that doesn't mean he likes girls' clothes—it's just a simple love for colors.

The color scheme of this outfit is quite fashionable, proving that Huang Zhengyang's aesthetic sense is not outdated.

The top is a pink-to-orange gradient sweatshirt made of cotton, which is soft and of moderate thickness, making it perfect for Huang Yuxi who is afraid of the cold.

The pants were a pair of dark black cropped jeans. There was no need to worry about getting cold from exposed ankles, because the pink socks could be pulled up to just above the ankles, which would cover them perfectly.

However, in reality, wearing short socks would definitely look better...

There was also a black cross necklace made of tungsten gold on the side. After putting it on, he opened the full-length mirror hidden behind the cabinet and looked at himself. He thought it was pretty good.

In fact, Huang Zhengyang's aesthetic sense was taught by Huang Yuxi...

You have to understand, his previous pairings were absolutely terrible.

He shuffled down the stairs in his oversized slippers and playfully tapped his brother's cardboard box.

"Xiao Xi? Stop fooling around, I'm cooking, cough cough..." Huang Zhengyang's voice came from inside.

He worried that the open kitchen would make the room full of cooking fumes, so he used cardboard boxes to enclose the open kitchen area.

However, because the range hood's smoke extraction function is not very good, and it has become a small, enclosed space, people often cough from the fumes when cooking inside.

Although it's uncomfortable, it's better than making the whole house greasy.

Although her brother couldn't see, Huang Yuxi still mischievously stuck out her tongue, went into the bathroom, and stood on the small stool placed to the side.

That stool was for his use; he needed it when washing up or sitting on the toilet.

The former is to make it easier to see one's whole body in the mirror, while the latter is to avoid the numbness in one's legs when sitting on the toilet because they can't reach the ground...

Today, Huang Yuxi didn't comb her hair neatly like she usually does when she goes to school. Instead, she deliberately messed it up and even sprayed some water on it.

A handsome young man with slightly messy hair but a strangely refreshing look suddenly appeared in the mirror.

The only drawback is probably his short stature...

After washing up, Huang Zhengyang was already serving breakfast.

It's plain congee with homemade fried dough sticks and crisp, tangy pickled cucumbers.

After getting into the small truck whose fuel costs could be reimbursed, Huang Zhengyang drove Huang Yuxi toward the cancer hospital.

At this time of day on Saturday, there were actually fewer cars on the road than usual. Except for traffic lights, the road was almost constantly moving, and we arrived at the Cancer Hospital very smoothly.

Drive up this slope and you'll reach the hospital entrance.

However, Huang Zhengyang stopped the car: "Xiaoxi, I'm going down to buy fruit. You wait for me in the car."

"Mmm." Huang Yuxi swung her legs obediently while waiting for her brother to go buy things.

He looked at the fruit shop's signboard with eyes that were always full of curiosity. It was a very ordinary fruit shop called "Colorful Orchard".

"Boss—" Huang Zhengyang looked around, "What should we give the doctor as a thank you gift?"

"Thank you for recommending this fruit gift box to the doctor. Sending a fruit basket might seem a bit like sending it to a patient, so this kind of gift box is the best choice." The middle-aged man with a cigarette always dangling from his lips is the owner of the place. "This gift box is actually similar to a fruit basket, and it also has many different kinds of fruit, it's just packaged in a gift box. You can see some of the fruit inside through this transparent plastic bottle. If you're not comfortable with that, you can pick some fruit yourself, and I'll pack it for you."

"Haha, I'm not worried at all."

"What's up? Going to see a doctor today? Do you know anyone here? When I saw your car drive by, I thought you were delivering fruit. I thought today's fruit had already been delivered." The fruit shop owner was none other than Mo Wenli. He chuckled and naturally offered him a cigarette.

"No, no, my brother's here, and he doesn't like me smoking." Huang Zhengyang refused the cigarettes firmly. "Are all these gift sets the same price?"

“Yes, the prices are the same. The fruits are different, but the total price is the same, and it’s more cost-effective than buying them separately.” Mo Wenli said, opening a gift box. “Look, the fruits inside are all very fresh. And since you deliver to me often, we’ll see each other eventually. I would never cheat you.”

"Okay, then I'll buy one box... uh, this one will do."

“Eighty-nine,” Mo Wenli immediately quoted.

"That's really expensive."

"Of course, you want the fruit in the gift box to be of a higher quality, otherwise how can you give it as a present?"

"Yeah, that's true." Huang Zhengyang nodded, then picked up a fallen banana. "Can I have this banana?"

Mo Wenli generously picked up two more bananas that had fallen off due to overripeness and stuffed them into his hand: "Take more if you're going to, don't make me seem stingy."

"Haha, no need, two are enough."

"Let me wrap it with ribbons for you, make it look nicer—hey, is it for a male doctor or a female doctor?"

"Is there any difference?" Huang Zhengyang asked, peeling a banana and stuffing it into his mouth.

"A female doctor might just be your future girlfriend."

"Huh? No, no, it's just a simple gift to thank the doctor. He's a male doctor."

“OK, then let’s use blue, it’ll look more sophisticated.” Mo Wenli rewrapped the gift box, then handed it to Huang Zhengyang, taking the eighty-nine yuan the latter gave him. “Perfect.”

"Yes, no need to look anymore." Huang Zhengyang put the gift box in the car, then climbed into the driver's seat. "Goodbye!"

"Come again next time!" Mo Wenli waved with a smile, and before he could stop, several more guests arrived.

In comparison, the fruit shop mentioned above is much less busy.

When the fruit shop first opened, it did attract a lot of business from Mo Wenli, but when it comes to running a business, you always need repeat customers.

Even if it's located below a hospital, you can't just do business that involves ripping people off once and then leaving them there, right?

People who are too greedy will find it difficult to grow their business.

However, they have recently been learning from Mo Wenli's business practices, even imitating the fruit shop's layout exactly.

But Mo Wenli wasn't worried.

On the contrary, they looked down on them somewhat.

"Brother, what did you buy?" Huang Yuxi held up the whiteboard.

"I bought a fruit gift box. What do you think? Isn't it pretty?"

"not bad."

"Hey, I'll bring it to you when I go for my follow-up appointment with the doctor."

"There shouldn't be any problems, right?"

"Yes, of course there won't be any problems. This is just to be on the safe side, isn't it? After all, it's a major operation..."

Upon hearing this, Huang Yuxi frowned slightly: "Does the money still need to be returned...?"

Huang Zhengyang restarted the car and slowly drove uphill towards the cancer hospital. It wasn't until he stopped at the entrance that he saw the words his younger brother had written on the whiteboard.

He smiled easily and pinched Huang Yuxi's cheek: "Don't worry, the interest isn't very high. You can pay it off slowly every month, and it will be paid off in seven years."

"So expensive."

"The price is already very cheap since the tumor can be removed."

"Well……"

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Chapter 136 Other People's Saturday

Zhou Yong sat by the window, enjoying the gentle afternoon breeze.

As usual, on Saturdays, he locked himself in his room and immersed himself in the world of the internet.

Some things are strange. If a person often watches pornography, they will develop immunity to it, as if they have antibodies, and will no longer feel much impulse because of it.

At the very least, a stronger stimulus is needed.

Over time, he began to treat this place as an ordinary forum, only with fewer restrictions.

He often browses other people's posts here, talking about everything under the sun, almost without any taboos.

However, everyone gets along very harmoniously, and there are very few people who curse. Even if they have completely opposite views, they can have a peaceful exchange of ideas.

"Hmm... cicadas in winter..." The mouse pointer landed on her newly posted thread.

It was sent this morning.

Since she posted a new thread, it proves that she's alright.

Zhou Yong couldn't help but smile, feeling like a hero who did good deeds anonymously—even though he had only done a trivial thing, he was still quite satisfied.

The new post is a drawing of a girl wearing a pink nurse's uniform.

On such a website, the clean and innocent style is so pure that nothing is shown except for arms and thighs.

"Is everything alright now?" Zhou Yong skillfully saved his favorite pictures to a separate folder and then sent them via private message.

Private chat is a bit like a simplified email. He didn't expect to get a reply immediately, but then the private chat window popped up.

"Hmm, it's you?"

"Haha, you guessed it?"

"...I saw the fever reducer you brought." Tian Tingchan paused for a moment, and before Zhou Yong could reply, she sent another message, "And snacks too."

"My friend bought it."

Tian Tingchan was silent for a while, perhaps she left the computer again.

However, at this moment, Tian Tingchan was sitting in front of a computer in the far corner of the internet cafe, with cigarette butts scattered all over the ground and a terrible stench permeating the air.

Many of the people around were playing Counter-Strike, while a few were working or browsing forums and watching videos.

The main reason I watch videos here is that the download speed at internet cafes is much faster—at least much faster than dial-up internet at most homes.

Tian Tingchan sat quietly in the chair, seemingly quite used to the environment. She stared at the private message Zhou Yong sent, remaining silent for a full three minutes. She bit her finger, typed a message, and then deleted it.

That "thank you" was never sent.

She gently bit her lip and lightly pressed the keys: "I'm planning to change my major."