A Young Woman's Heart

But there's no time when you can rest all the time.

When there are fewer people around, we need to prune the flower branches and wipe the fruit.

For example, the gloss of an apple that has been wiped and an apple that hasn't been wiped are completely different.

Although the shelf life will be shorter, this will attract customers. As long as the fruit is sold as quickly as possible, there is no need to worry about it not keeping well.

"You're back?" Grandma Jin asked cheerfully as she stood at the entrance of the grocery store.

"Hello, Grandma Jin."

"Hello, Grandma." Li Wanyan gave a half-bow.

"Is Zhuang Lianlian not here?" Mo Xueyao peeked into the shop.

"She's been taking a few days off to rest; after all, she hasn't had a break in months." Grandma Jin's wrinkles were deeply etched on her face, and when she smiled, her eyes were almost invisible.

"Oh, oh..." Mo Xueyao nodded, looked towards the entrance of the fruit shop, and finally saw who was flying a kite.

It turned out to be my mother, who was always busy with "serious matters" and whose only form of entertainment was watching TV.

"Hey, Mom's out of the hospital!?" Mo Xueyao exclaimed in surprise, waving vigorously, "Mom—!"

"You're back?" The mother, sitting leisurely on a stool flying a kite, touched the little glutinous rice ball nestled in her arms. "Have you not been eating well these past few days?"

"No, I ate quite well." Mo Xueyao handed her schoolbag to Li Wanyan, asking her to put it in her small room—it was a tacit understanding, requiring no words at all. "Wanyan has been cooking dinner for the past few days."

"Really? So, do you want me to make it today, or does Yan Yan make it?"

"Let's just eat what Wanyan makes..." Mo Xueyao really had no interest in her mother's 'nutritious meals'.

Foods that prioritize nutrition are usually not very tasty.

Moreover, she especially liked to add all sorts of random, so-called 'nutritional' things to it.

For example, she adds American ginseng slices to her porridge.

If you get bitten, then it's all over.

That taste would completely kill your appetite...

"Mom, you're so good at flying kites!" Mo Xueyao quickly changed the subject before her mother could speak, otherwise she would definitely be scolded for complaining about her mother's cooking.

“Yes, when we were little, we made our own kites. When I came back at noon today, I saw this kite lying there, so I picked it up and tried flying it.” The mother sat on the bamboo chair and rocked back and forth, making a creaking sound. “When we were little, we didn’t have many things to play with. Kites were probably the most fun one, but we could only play with them if the weather was right.”

"I want to try!" Mo Xueyao clung to her. "I've never flown a kite before!"

"Of course you can't put it down. Your hands are clumsier than your feet, how could you possibly put it down?" the mother said with a laugh. "Take it, but be quick to put it back before it falls, so it doesn't hit anyone or a car."

"I know, I know!" Mo Xueyao eagerly took the kite string and asked nervously, "What should I do?"

"Just hold it and move it slightly according to the wind direction."

"That doesn't sound simple..." Mo Xueyao looked at the kite flying higher than a house in the sky, gently shook it, and made it fly a little higher, which gave her a small sense of accomplishment.

It was still early, and the sun was still high in the sky. Mo Xueyao looked up at the kite in the sky and felt that it matched the blue sky and white clouds quite well.

The square kite soared freely in the sky, and the entire vast sky belonged to it.

Just as Mo Xueyao was thinking this, she suddenly realized that its sky was actually only a small part.

Because the line is only so long, you can see other places, but you can't fly over them.

But if the string breaks, it won't be able to fly in the air for long and will soon be blown to the ground.

Are kites free?

It should be free, even though it is partially bound, it is still free.

Freedom without constraints is not true freedom.

Mo Xueyao thought to herself.

However, she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Although she wanted to transform into a philosopher and articulate a coherent and philosophical argument, she could only rely on her gut feeling to believe that she was right.

"By the way, Mom, is everything alright now?"

"It's alright now. Besides, being hospitalized would be too wasteful of money. Let's stay home if we can." The mother said, then suddenly frowned, then gently adjusted her posture, and it took a while for her brows to relax again.

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Chapter 235 The Farm (Part 1)

Huang Zhengyang's truck only has two seats, namely the driver's seat and the passenger seat.

However, the advantage of a truck is that it has a large cargo bed, so if the distance isn't too far, you can still make do with a ride.

Today is Saturday, the day we agreed to go to the farm together.

Everyone gathered at the school gate and then boarded the bus together.

By this time, the truck had already entered the suburban highway, and rows of roadside trees were slowly falling backward.

Huang Zhengyang thoughtfully placed a few small stools in the truck bed so that everyone could sit comfortably.

"The wind feels so good..." Mo Xueyao squinted her eyes, letting the wind blow her hair, making it flutter like a flag.

Neither she nor Li Wanyan tied their hair up today; their long, black hair was casually draped over their shoulders, exuding a sense of laziness and ease.

If you look closely, you'll notice that Li Wanyan's hair is darker, while Mo Xueyao's hair has a faint golden sheen in the sunlight.

Sunlight shone through the thin clouds, illuminating the earth and making the green leaves and grass appear even more vibrant, and the colorful flowers even more vivid.

The truck swayed and rocked as it moved forward, the wind blowing gently, making one squint and feel a little sleepy, but unwilling to fall asleep just like that, because the scenery along the way was just as beautiful.

The meaning of a journey is never just about the destination.

A journey that skips the process in one's sleep is incomplete.

"Thump!" Suddenly, the truck shook, making the people inside feel as if it had jumped up.

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't avoid that pothole!" Huang Zhengyang's cheerful voice came from the driver's seat with the window open.

"Hmm—" Hua Yinyin fell silent. She had just been savoring the milk in the carton...

And now, the milk is all spilled on her.

Now her hair, face, and clothes are covered in this white liquid.

After a full two seconds of silence, she hurriedly pulled a napkin from her pocket and began wiping herself.

"Ugh, this is the first time I've ever worn this dress!" Hua Yinyin complained indignantly. "I specifically bought a country-style dress beforehand because I was going to the farm..."

"Who told you to drink milk while riding in the car... and with such a wide opening?" Mo Xueyao said, adding insult to injury. "Serves you right, I asked you to give me a sip just now and you wouldn't give me one."

"It's not that I didn't want to give it to Xiaoyao!" Hua Yinyin explained. "Well, the milk actually expired today, so I ate it all by myself to avoid giving you diarrhea!"

Mo Xueyao made a face: "Tch, you stingy person!"

"Little Yaoyao is so childish." Hua Yinyin wasn't angry at all, and deliberately patted her chest as she retorted, "Hmph, anyway, I'm older than you, so be envious."

"...The topic suddenly went off track, okay?" Mo Xueyao said, speechless.

"Shut up, shut up, you stinky Yinyin, you always bring this up!" Feeling like she had been indirectly attacked, Wang Jiale angrily punched Hua Yinyin's chest.

"It doesn't hurt at all, because I have plenty of fat!" But Hua Yinyin became even more smug.

Everyone else laughed along. For the girls, as long as Hua Yinyin was around, they wouldn't be bored along the way—provided that the person she was bothering wasn't themselves.

The truck bed carried five people: Mo Xueyao, Li Wanyan, Hua Yinyin, Wang Jiale, and Cha Li.

Ye Banxia and the Mo sisters were originally invited, but the former had to attend a tutoring class and the latter had to go to work, so neither of them could come.

With so many people, it was lively enough.

Mo Xueyao lazily rested her head on Li Wanyan's lap. Today she was wearing cartoon stockings that her mother had bought for her. To be honest, the quality wasn't as comfortable as ordinary pure cotton stockings—the cartoon ones had a strange feel that leaned towards nylon.

Li Wanyan was already wearing cartoon-themed stockings, so Mo Xueyao couldn't escape it either.

They were both wearing dresses with a touch of European classical style, giving them the air of aristocratic young ladies.

However, in Mo Xueyao's opinion, this kind of dress is still too childish. With so many fancy patterns on it, only children would like it in this day and age!

Wang Jiale was also wearing similar clothes, but she wore them voluntarily... These were also a gift from Teacher Wang Qianyu last time.

It is much more expensive than what Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan have.

Mo Xueyao felt that the clothes that Wang Jiale called Lolita were indeed more suitable for petite girls like Wang Jiale. Anyway, she looked like a junior high school student, so there was no problem for her to wear this outfit.

Wearing jeans and a white shirt, Cha Li was talking to Li Wanyan about their studies. They weren't discussing specific areas they didn't understand, but rather sharing their learning experiences.

You'll never learn well if you just study by rote.

Those who have become foolish from reading are actually the real minority.

Mo Xueyao listened leisurely without offering any opinions.

However, in reality, her grades were even better than those of the class monitor, Cha Li. Most of the time, she was the third-ranked student overall.

The truck started driving down a side road, and after passing through a village, it came to a relatively smooth and wide road—but it was only wide enough for two-way traffic to barely pass each other.

The roadsides here are lined with lush ginkgo trees, their fan-shaped leaves looking quite unique.

"These ginkgo trees are very valuable, you know," Huang Zhengyang said leisurely to the girls in the truck bed, placing his hand on the window. "They were planted by the state, and if you damage them, you'll be fined."

"Ginkgo trees are living fossils," Wang Jiale tilted his head. "I know that much!"

The country lanes were even bumpier than the highways. Mo Xueyao stood up, grabbed the handrail on the roof, and swayed along with the car.

A truck came from the other direction. As they passed each other, the other driver rolled down his window and greeted Huang Zhengyang: "Hey, Zhengyang, aren't you on break?"

"I brought my brother and his classmates to visit the farm."

"So dashing, huh? Oh my, all girls? Hahaha—" As the truck drove past the bed, the middle-aged driver also saw the girls in the truck. "You wouldn't happen to have brought them here for blind dates, would you?"

"That depends on whether they like me or not!" Huang Zhengyang joked.

The latter said something else, but his voice had already faded into the distance and was no longer clearly audible.

That was clearly a delivery truck, which also meant that the farm wasn't far away.

Sure enough, less than five minutes later, the truck slowly came to a stop in the parking lot in front of the farm.