A Young Woman's Heart

However, it is precisely because of this history that we can learn from it.

Mo Xueyao poured the beaten eggs into the pan, only to suddenly realize that she hadn't turned on the stove or added any oil.

He then hurriedly turned on the stove and poured in some cold oil.

The oil was poured in last, so the eggs definitely won't fry up properly; they're nowhere near as good as my mother's.

"Never mind, at least it's edible." She muttered as she put the eggs on a plate and then took some jars of pickles from the refrigerator and placed them on the table.

When I opened the rice cooker, I found that... the porridge wasn't cooked, and the rice wasn't cooked either.

It's too thin to be called porridge, and too thick to be called rice.

"At least I can eat..." she said again, purely to comfort herself.

After breakfast, Mo Xueyao rummaged through the closet but couldn't find her old shorts.

Not the kind of tight-fitting shorts, but the kind that just goes up to the knee and is worn on the outside.

"Never mind, I'll just wear a skirt..." This was probably the first time she had chosen to wear a skirt when she had a choice.

Mo Xueyao tried to justify herself by saying, "Wearing a skirt is fine when it's hot. At least it's cool, and the wind will blow all the way in from the bottom."

In reality, there was no one around; she was just explaining it to herself.

Perhaps it was that lingering bit of male pride at play—as a 'boy,' he had to find some reason to wear a skirt, right?

There are actually quite a few clothes in the closet that have been washed but never worn. Ever since I became a girl, my mother seems to have a particular fondness for buying me clothes, as if they were free.

I now buy more clothes, shoes, and socks in six months than I used to in a whole year.

There are different styles, but Mo Xueyao, of course, still prefers the cooler style.

While wearing a skirt is hardly cool, at least you could choose a cool color, right?

She searched in the closet and found a red and black dress that had been washed but never worn.

It's not a red and black checkered pattern, but a red and black gradient.

It's a short skirt.

The kind that shows half of your thigh.

This style was quite avant-garde for its time.

She just casually wore a beige short-sleeved shirt... mainly because she didn't know how to coordinate outfits, and she didn't even know what clothes she had in her own wardrobe.

So I wore it because I felt it was okay.

"I still have to move the keyboard over there..." Mo Xueyao muttered, putting the keyboard into its case and carrying it out the door.

The temperature outside was higher than inside, and the dazzling sunlight made Mo Xueyao squint.

A gentle breeze lifted her skirt slightly—something she was used to, except that her school uniform skirt wasn't this short.

"Ah—so refreshing—so cool!" Mo Xueyao exclaimed with a look of great comfort, even having the urge to lift her skirt and let the wind blow in, though she managed to suppress it.

If I were to do that, people would definitely think I'm mentally ill.

She boarded a not-too-crowded bus and leisurely arrived at the fruit shop.

"It's almost noon and you're only just arriving?" the mother said irritably.

"It's not noon yet, it's only nine o'clock."

"Isn't it almost noon?"

Mo Xueyao was exasperated, completely unwilling to continue arguing with her mother about this topic: "Where is Wanyan?"

“You went to Grandma Jin’s house to take a bath with your classmate Hua Yinyin—didn’t they go to sleep without taking a bath yesterday?”

"Oh~"

"Xiaoyao, your phone is ringing!"

"mine?"

"Yes, it's a girl. I think she called me last time."

"Are you reciting tongue twisters?" Mo Xueyao muttered as she walked over. "Why is everyone asking me for help..."

"That just means you're popular!" the father laughed.

"You make me sound like a mascot..."

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Chapter 256 Lifting the Skirt

"Hello?" Mo Xueyao sat down next to the phone and poked the head of Su Tang, who was sleeping in the middle of the night. The latter twitched its ears and turned its little head to the other side in disgust.

"Xiaoyao~?"

"Hmm...is that Lele? Is something the matter?"

"Didn't we agree that you'd come to my house to play?"

"Oh, when was this agreed upon..."

My parents haven't been home for the past two days.

"Oh..." Mo Xueyao rested her chin on Su Tang's body and gently rubbed her face against it, as if using it as a pillow. "I'm so tired, I don't want to go."

"Come play! I'm so bored by myself."

"Then go out and have some fun. Isn't Luberon with you?"

"Ugh, I don't want him to come to my house."

"Aren't you being too harsh on your boyfriend?"

"Well, anyway, Xiaoyao can come and play, and the class monitor can come too."

"Hmm... but I have a female hooligan with me. Are you sure you want to go? If you go, she'll definitely come with you."

"Hua Yinyin?" Wang Jiale asked without hesitation.

"Yes."

"Well, it doesn't matter, it's more lively with more people."

"Okay, okay... So, are you staying overnight?"

"That would be the best!"

“Then I’ll tell my parents.” Mo Xueyao looked helplessly at her father, “Dad, I…”

"It's okay, you can stay at your classmate's house for the night."

"Holy crap...you're just going to agree like that?"

"What's wrong with that? It's better for children to have some freedom." The father replied leisurely, smoking and reading the newspaper. "Too many restrictions will backfire. True freedom is freedom with some constraints."

"Here we go again with your high-sounding principles..." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes at him, then saw Hua Yinyin and Li Wanyan walking over with two washbasins in the distance.

"Hey, Yinyin, are you wearing my clothes?"

"How is it? Not bad, right?" Hua Yinyin, dressed in Mo Xueyao's casual clothes, twirled around as if she were wearing a dress. "It's just that this place is too small. I feel suffocated in my chest."

Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes, ignoring her implicit 'mockery': "Wanyan, let's go to Lele's house later, she called."

"Okay." Li Wanyan returned to her usual self, as if she hadn't cried at all yesterday.

"I want to go too!"

Do you have a change of clothes? We'll be spending the night here.

"It's okay, I'll just wear Lele's. We're about the same height!" Hua Yinyin looked down at her chest. "Hmm... but hers seems to be smaller."

"Just wait and see how Lele beats you to death." Mo Xueyao muttered with droopy eyelids. "Well, Mom, am I off?"

"You're not bringing your clothes? You're not going to eat lunch?"

"Oh, I forgot, I'm skipping lunch." Mo Xueyao pointed to her clothes. "How's my outfit today? Not bad, right?"

"It's alright." Her mother glanced at her sideways. "You like this kind of dress?"

"Hmm... the color is alright, just don't make it too short," Mo Xueyao said against her will.

It just needs to be shorter so that it feels more comfortable when the wind blows.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself." As expected of my mom, she saw right through me.

"Ahem!" Mo Xueyao coughed lightly, pretending that she hadn't heard anything.

And so, Mo Xueyao left the house with a handbag containing a change of clothes on her back.

The mother even packed an extra set of clothes for the two of them, just in case.

In case another pillow fight breaks out and there are no clothes to change into.

Mo Xueyao wore the clothes she brought back yesterday, and Hua Yinyin's clothes were also packed inside.

The sun was shining brightly, and the thin clothes dried in less than a morning.

Mo Xueyao had barely settled into her seat at the fruit shop when she, along with Li Wanyan and Hua Yinyin, went out again and took a bus to Datieguan Station.

"Ah—it's so hot today." Mo Xueyao stuck out her tongue and jumped off the bus.

There was no air conditioning in the car. Although you could open the windows, you would still sweat profusely if you weren't sitting by the window.

"Let's just treat it like a sauna." Hua Yinyin fanned herself with her hand and looked into the distance. "Which way are we going?"

"Hmm, let me think... I seem to have forgotten how to get there." Mo Xueyao frowned and pondered.

Li Wanyan stood quietly beside her, her gaze fixed on an ice cream shop not far away.

There aren't many shops in Hangzhou that specialize in selling ice cream like this. While the ice cream is delicious, the prices are also quite high.

Even a small cup can sell for ten yuan.

Keep in mind, this was ten yuan back then.