A Young Woman's Heart

Chapter 239 Coin Knife

Ink-black raindrops fell from the gloomy sky.

It was yesterday when we went to the farm for a spring outing.

To be honest, yesterday really exhausted Mo Xueyao. She was full of energy while at the farm, with so many things she wanted to do and so many things she wanted to play. She was even a little reluctant to leave.

But when I got home, I was so tired that I didn't want to move at all. I even had to drag myself to take a shower.

I didn't use hot water, but forced myself to take a cold shower.

Although the weather is gradually getting warmer, it's still a bit chilly to take a cold shower at this time.

After washing up, she went back to her room and fell asleep immediately. When she woke up, it was already noon the next day.

Although the sky was so dark that it was impossible to tell that it was noon.

The rain was pouring down, like a curtain of rain that shut out everything from the outside world.

Her father and mother had already left, leaving only Li Wanyan and Mo Xueyao at home.

Sunday is the last day of the weekend.

Because tomorrow is Monday again, today feels especially precious.

Mo Xueyao wanted to stay in bed all day, but she was afraid of wasting her time, so she struggled to get up and stared blankly at her childhood crayon drawings on the wall.

Those were all the results of my scribbling when I was a child; almost no part of the walls in my house were intact.

Although she has almost no recollection of her scribbling.

"Ah—get up, get up." Mo Xueyao stretched and sat up in bed. The dark sky really made her want to go back to sleep.

But she still managed to get out of bed.

A good student usually possesses a strong sense of self-discipline.

Pushing open the door, the living room was quiet, and Li Wanyan was nowhere to be seen. There were only a few plates of food covered with a lid on the dining table.

Several spring flies and mosquitoes buzzed outside the net, but they couldn't get in and were only tormented by the aroma of the food.

Mo Xueyao, who had just woken up, was not hungry at all and had no interest in food. She just glanced at it and went into the bathroom to wash up.

Because I didn't have to go to school, my washing up was especially leisurely today, and it took me a full fifteen minutes to finally finish.

For her, this amount of time is equivalent to the time she would spend washing up if she had serious business to attend to before going out.

She looked at herself in the mirror and realized she was now a complete girl.

Her straight, long hair cascaded over her shoulders. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't pure black; it had a subtle hint of pale gold, or perhaps it was just an effect of light reflection.

The boy with the poor memory had almost forgotten that his mother had put away all the old photo albums, so much so that Mo Xueyao herself could hardly remember what she looked like in the past.

And this is only half a year later.

Time truly is the greatest force in the world.

She sighed inwardly, combing her hair neatly. Since she wasn't going out, she was too lazy to braid it and just left it loose.

"Wanyan? Wanyan? Isn't she home?" Mo Xueyao muttered in confusion, glancing at the kitchen, then at the bedroom, before finally walking through the master bedroom to the balcony.

Li Wanyan moved a small chair and sat by the window. The window was slightly ajar, and a cool breeze carrying a few raindrops would fall in.

"What are you doing?" Mo Xueyao glanced at her. "Hmm... I see you've been reading 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' for quite a while now. Haven't you finished it yet?"

“Classics always need to be read multiple times.” Li Wanyan folded a corner of the book. “Every time I read it, I have new feelings.”

"By the way, the books we borrowed this time should be due soon, right? If you still want to read them, we should go and renew them after school tomorrow."

"Okay." Li Wanyan closed the book. "Would you like lunch?"

"No, I'm not hungry yet." Mo Xueyao yawned dramatically, as if she was about to stretch her mouth to her ears like a hippopotamus. "On rainy days, does Wanyan prefer to be at home or at the fruit shop?"

"At home," Li Wanyan replied.

"Why?" Mo Xueyao sat on a small stool, stretched out her legs, and gave a big yawn.

"Quiet."

"Hmm, that's true. It's definitely more comfortable at home on rainy days, mainly because it's a completely private space." Mo Xueyao muttered and nodded, then stood by the window and shouted at the roof of the house across the street, "Awooo—!"

Mo Xueyao's home is in a proper residential area, while across the street are rows of farmers' houses.

The buildings in the neighborhood are always taller, and her apartment happens to be on the top floor, the sixth floor.

The farmer's house across the street only has four floors in total.

The two are separated by an ordinary street, which should be considered a pedestrian street. Although vehicles occasionally pass by, they must slow down when they meet.

Otherwise, it's easy for someone to scratch someone else's rearview mirror.

On the rooftop of that house, a flock of pigeons was kept, and every day a lead bird would lead the other pigeons to soar in the air over this area.

To be precise, it should be described as going around in circles.

Sometimes a few would fly up to Mo Xueyao's clothesline and peer inside curiously.

However, it's raining today, so these pigeons probably won't fly out.

To be honest, pigeons are animals you can just look at; don't even think about keeping them as pets...

You should know that the roof of the house across the street, which used to be a cement floor, is now almost completely white from pigeon droppings.

There is a small grain and oil shop downstairs, right below Mo Xueyao's balcony.

She remembers when she was little, her mother would go downstairs to buy rice, and she would move a small stool and stand on the balcony to peek at her. At that time, she really scared her mother.

The store next door is a two-dollar store.

This is what is known as the full house price of two dollars.

That being said, there are actually a few items that cost more than two yuan...

The sign hanging at the entrance is probably just a gimmick.

"Chirp chirp chirp—!" Mo Xueyao had just opened the window, wanting to breathe in the moist air of the rain, when she saw a bird with a few raindrops on its feathers land on her clothesline, taking shelter from the continuous rain under the awning.

"Hmm, this bird... looks like a parrot, right?" Mo Xueyao muttered, looking at the small bird with a pale yellow base color and its wings.

Li Wanyan looked up at the window a few times and said uncertainly, "It should be a budgie."

"Hey? Little parrot, can you talk?" Mo Xueyao asked from the windowsill, not daring to get too close, afraid that the parrot would fly away out of fear.

"I can't speak," the little yellow parrot said in a broadcast-like tone, with a hint of mechanical stiffness.

"Pfft, you can't speak, so what are you saying? Is that a bird call?" Mo Xueyao said curiously. "This must be someone's pet parrot that flew out."

"Yes, parrots need to be taught to talk."

"Who are you?" Mo Xueyao asked, cupping her face in her hands.

"I am your grandpa," the little parrot replied after a slight pause, puffing out its chest with considerable pride.

"This silly bird is taking advantage of me..." Mo Xueyao reached out her hand, both amused and exasperated, but the latter immediately jumped lightly and dodged her palm.

"Hey? Where are you coming from? Go back quickly, or your master will worry."

"What time is it?" the little parrot asked, tilting its head and giving an irrelevant answer.

“...10:30 a.m..” Mo Xueyao actually answered it seriously.

"Time to eat, time to eat!" The little parrot immediately flapped its wings and flew up, disappearing around a corner through the misty rain.

"What an interesting parrot..." Mo Xueyao said with a silly grin, "Does it really understand human speech?"

"They probably don't understand the meaning; it's just a conditioned reflex developed through training."

"But I feel that raising birds is quite troublesome, unlike cats which can take care of themselves." Mo Xueyao sighed.

"By the way, when I opened the mailbox today, I found a letter from you. It was from Nora."

"Ah, you're here?" Mo Xueyao's eyes immediately lit up. "Where are you?"

"At the dining table."

Mo Xueyao immediately ran excitedly to find the letter, which was noticeably heavier than the last one.

I have no idea what's inside.

Inside was a thick letter with several pages, and a coin.

However, the material is somewhat special, and it seems to have some kind of mechanism on it.

She skimmed through it; it was mostly about Russia's new president, saying that Putin had been chosen and would officially take office in May.

Another split did not occur, and the situation in their country gradually began to stabilize.

The economy is also showing an upward trend, and everything seems to be developing in a positive direction.

Nora has recently learned some Chinese, and in this letter, the information about the coin was described in Chinese.

Although the word order looks a bit strange:

"Hello, Yao."

"The coin is a gift for you, and I'm sending it to you."

"It's a military-grade knife."

"To be precise, it's a weapon typically used by special agents."

"One type of coin is shaped like a folding knife."

Mo Xueyao read it twice before she understood what it meant. To be honest, it would have been easier to understand if it had been written in English...

Basically, it means that this is a folding knife.

A coin-shaped folding knife.

It's about the same size as a regular game coin and feels great in your hand. Mo Xueyao flipped it over and saw the folded blade. You just need to unfold it like a folding knife.

It's quite sharp; at least cutting fruit shouldn't be a problem.

This is really a very interesting little gift.

Although it's so small, the workmanship is very exquisite. I guess it must be expensive.