A Young Woman's Heart

In this sweltering heat, I really should take a shower...

Finally, Hua Yinyin and Li Wanyan were put on the same bed, while Mo Xueyao planned to go back to sleep.

The main problem is that my mother can't take good care of my father on her own; he's now so drunk he can't even pedal the tricycle.

After everyone left, the fruit shop closed an hour earlier than usual.

Mo Xueyao was responsible for taking care of her father on the tricycle, preventing him from jumping off, while her mother struggled to pedal the tricycle, carrying the three of them home.

The reason I'm riding the tricycle back is to make it easier to go to the store tomorrow.

Otherwise, I would have to ride my bike to the fruit shop and then switch to a tricycle.

Later, my father drank with Uncle Xiong and drank another half cup. By this time, he was completely drunk, like a lump of mud.

Mo Xueyao had never felt him so heavy before, but today he was lying on the tricycle, and she was holding his arm to prevent him from putting his hands in the wheels, and even that was a bit difficult.

"Ugh—" The father squinted and opened his mouth. He had been vomiting the whole way, and Mo Xueyao couldn't leave him alone, so she could only endure it.

Several times she almost threw up as well.

“Your dad used to come home drunk when he went gambling.”

"Playing cards and drinking?"

“He doesn’t drink or cheat, how can anyone beat him? Your dad is always bullied because he’s too good at cards.” The mother said irritably, standing up and pedaling the tricycle. “Him, don’t be fooled by his good business. When it comes to social situations, he’s as naive as a child.”

"It can't be that bad."

“He’s much better these past few years. He used to be really stupid.” The mother wiped the sweat from her forehead and spat to the side. “Your uncle went to find him, but he couldn’t be called back at all. Every time, he was persuaded to drink by others. The key is that he’s not much of a drinker himself, but he still insisted on pretending.”

"Actually, my alcohol tolerance isn't that bad..."

"That's compared to people from the South." The mother pulled the handbrake and slowly brought the tricycle to a stop. "He's supposed to be of Russian descent, yet he can't hold his liquor and isn't even that tall. I really don't know what I could have imagined falling for him back then!"

Mo Xueyao chuckled and turned her head away. She remembered her father saying that her mother had pursued him back then.

Well, neither of them will admit it anyway; they'll both say the other pursued them. I don't know what they're competing for.

"Mom, are you tired?"

"Fortunately."

"How about I do it?"

"You want to come? Can you even ride it?" The mother made no attempt to hide her distrust. "A tricycle is very heavy. Don't lead us into a ditch."

"Uh..." Mo Xueyao felt a little guilty after hearing this, "Then forget it... anyway, you're not tired yet."

"Yaoyao."

"what?"

Do you remember this bridge?

"what happened?"

"When you were in first grade, your dad got drunk and was riding his bicycle to take you home when he crashed and fell off this bridge."

Mo Xueyao grabbed her father's arms: "Oh, oh... I remember! This bridge didn't have railings back then!"

"Your dad has always been unreliable."

"Haha, thank goodness, things are much more reliable now, aren't they?"

“If you’re still unreliable at this age, what’s the point of living? Wouldn’t you be regressing as you get older?” the mother said matter-of-factly.

"Oh dear, Dad—don't lean forward like that, okay? You're going to rub your head against the ground!" Mo Xueyao struggled to pull her father back. He had run out of vomit and was now vomiting greenish bile. "When we got to the bridge, I told him not to go up, that we'd push each other across, but he wouldn't believe me and insisted on carrying me across. And just like I said, we both fell into the river. Luckily, someone was there, otherwise, Mom, you'd be a widow."

"Widowed? I'd be more than happy if he died back then." The mother snorted. "Hmph, these past few years have been nothing short of atonement!"

"Cough...you woman...always...saying one thing and meaning another..." the father mumbled drunkenly. He seemed to have heard everything everyone was saying.

It seems he wasn't that extremely drunk.

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Chapter 255 A Morning Alone

For Mo Xueyao, such a quiet morning felt somewhat unfamiliar.

Thinking about it carefully, I realized that I hadn't been a girl for long before I started living with a real girl, and my habits and some of the details of my life had been subtly influenced by her.

She instinctively wanted to see if Li Wanyan had gotten up, but after a few seconds of stunned silence, she remembered that Li Wanyan wasn't home today—she had gotten drunk yesterday and was probably still sleeping with Hua Yinyin in the small room of the fruit shop.

I don't know if she's awake or not.

My father got completely drunk yesterday, and I don't even know when he left the house. It's amazing he can still get up.

His mother, worried about his safety in his half-drunk state, went with him.

I didn't even make breakfast, and the house was so quiet that you could hear the ticking of the second hand.

Although the windows were open, not a breath of wind blew into the room.

"When did the weather suddenly get so hot..." Mo Xueyao looked at the scorching sun in the sky, stuck out her soft tongue, and casually threw off the quilt.

In fact, she was woken up by the heat, and the thin blanket only covered half of her body.

When she came back yesterday, she took a quick shower and went to sleep.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, he was still confused and thought he was a boy. He took out a pair of unisex boxer shorts from the closet, put them on, and fell asleep on the bed.

When she woke up in the morning, she realized that she wasn't wearing anything on her upper body.

Hmm... For some reason, I feel quite comfortable this way, with a sense of freedom from constraints.

She looked at herself in the narrow mirror embedded in the side wardrobe and couldn't help but laugh at her strange outfit.

A pretty girl, wearing only a pair of shorts, stood with her legs spread wide apart, her face full of a comfortable and smug expression.

"Pfft, oh dear... these pants seem too big." Mo Xueyao muttered, taking off her boxer shorts and putting back on the briefs that looked no bigger than her palm.

However, these women's briefs are very elastic; they may not look big, but they always fit well when worn.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and pressed her chest with some curiosity, feeling as if there were two tumors growing there.

"Ouch—that hurts!" She immediately put her finger down. "I think I used too much force..."

As long as it still hurts here, it means that development is not over yet.

Although she didn't want to grow a pair of extra legs, she still really wanted to grow taller.

Maybe it can unleash the genes of our ancestors, and even if we don't say we'll grow to 1.8 meters, we can at least grow to 1.7 meters.

It was just that her mother was so short that Mo Xueyao was worried about whether she could grow that tall.

At 1.62 meters tall, she's not considered short for a girl these days, but she's still not quite satisfied.

"Whoosh—" Mo Xueyao put on the vest, tied the ribbon in a pretty bow around her neck, and then pushed open the door and went out.

She picked up a stool that had fallen to the ground and glanced into the master bedroom.

The bedding on the bed was a messy, crumpled mess, and the small items that were originally on the bedside table were scattered on the floor.

Without a doubt, it must have been caused by my father getting drunk and causing trouble yesterday.

There was a white bucket in the washroom filled with my father's clothes that he had changed out of the night before. Even though they had been soaking all night, you could still smell a strong odor of alcohol when you walked past them.

"How much did Dad vomit yesterday...?" Mo Xueyao poured out the water from the bucket, then put in laundry detergent and clean water again, letting it soak.

As for washing it, she definitely won't wash it. Anyway, she can't clean these clothes properly, and her mother will have to take them back and wash them again. So she might as well just leave them there.

There was no sound downstairs, probably because not many people were out at this time.

The sun is so strong, it really feels like summer.

Outside the window, a bird whose name I don't know is chirping excitedly, as if it's having a lively conversation with its companions.

After washing up, Mo Xueyao didn't want to wear any pants, so she walked into the kitchen wearing only her briefs and a tank top.

She poured a handful of rice into the rice cooker with a "whoosh," intending to cook some porridge.

She wasn't good at cooking, but lately she's been watching her mother or Li Wanyan cook every day after school. After watching so much, she's learned a little bit.

"Fry some eggs..." she muttered to herself, opening the refrigerator and finding that the contents were much more plentiful than before.

There were various kinds of pickled mustard greens and pickled vegetables on the side, the top compartment was full of eggs, and the small drawer contained many salted duck eggs, as well as ingredients such as green peppers, chili peppers, and potatoes.

The largest compartment contains fresh meat, noodles, rice cakes, and other similar items.

Mo Xueyao, who hadn't opened the refrigerator in a long time, even doubted whether the refrigerator she was opening was actually her own.

Let's not even talk about how the refrigerator used to only be opened when it was very hot. Even when it was opened, the refrigerator was only filled with things like pickled vegetables, preserved mustard greens with braised pork, and other foods that didn't spoil easily and went well with rice.

It's also common to find that the refrigerator is completely empty when you open it.

Sometimes finding a few eggs is considered good.

"It seems things are getting better and better at home..." Mo Xueyao murmured to herself with some emotion, taking out two eggs and a bowl of chopped green onions.

"Wanyan, what do you want to eat?" Only after saying this did she suddenly realize that she was home alone today. "That's right, if Wanyan were here, I wouldn't even have a chance to cook..."

It's nice to enjoy this tranquility at home alone occasionally, but she still feels more comfortable in a lively home.

At the beginning of the May Day holiday, she moved the electronic keyboard back home, but now that the holiday is almost over, she has to move it back today.

Moving them around is indeed quite troublesome, but you can't just buy two electronic keyboards, can you?

That would be a bit too extravagant.

As Mo Xueyao cracked the eggs, her thoughts drifted aimlessly into the distance.

I don't know what life was like in my grandparents' or even my great-grandfather's time.

But in any case, it's definitely not as leisurely as living in this peaceful era.

In the old days, there certainly wouldn't have been enough time for her to leisurely make her own breakfast.

“Dad said that my great-grandfather lived through the era of serfdom, and his father was one of the countless people who participated in establishing the Soviet government.” Mo Xueyao pursed her lips. “I wonder if, when they were building it, they ever thought that the ideal country they were building would one day become the country they hated the most?”

In fact, the change in the system made the collapse of the Soviet Union inevitable.