A Young Woman's Heart

"But I didn't write everything down, and some stories might have to be made up on the spot," Mo Xueyao muttered softly.

"I'll give it a try." Li Wanyan seemed genuinely interested; otherwise, she wouldn't have been so proactive.

"Hmm... alright." Mo Xueyao couldn't bear to dampen her enthusiasm, so she pushed the draft notebook with a lot of game plot written in front of her.

Then, Li Wanyan slowly read it aloud in a detached tone, while also polishing the simpler and more dry words and phrases.

“On the rippling blue sea, a cargo ship bobs up and down. As travelers, you are about to disembark, but the disembarkation passage is blocked by a person with his back to you. He leans on the railing, looking at the ocean below, without saying a word.” Li Wanyan paused for a moment. “Your choices now are—A, tap him on the shoulder, B, ask him to make way, C, walk through the gap next to him.”

"Go over there!" As the creator of this game, Mo Xueyao knew exactly how things would develop, so she chose the correct answer without hesitation.

"Give him a pat on the shoulder!" That was Hua Yinyin's suggestion.

“…Then I’ll choose to make him move aside.” Wang Jiale hesitated for a moment before making another choice.

The story continues in this way. Because it was written on the spot, the choices are not complicated, and the plot progresses quickly.

But everyone still played with great interest. It was Hua Yinyin's turn to roll the dice, and both dice showed a sum of two.

"Oh no!" Hua Yinyin covered the dice. "You didn't see anything! Can I roll it again?"

"As you can see, the two points are the biggest bad luck." Li Wanyan continued reading expressionlessly, "Hua Yinyin put on black-rimmed glasses, the corners of her mouth suddenly turned up slightly, picked up a dozen black-rimmed glasses from the vendor's stall, and began to sell them to the people around her—Sir, would you like a pair of black-rimmed glasses? They're very cheap."

"At this point, Hua Yinyin lost control of her character, which is almost equivalent to her being dead."

"Wow! It's over already! How was I supposed to know glasses would be so scary! I thought black-rimmed glasses were a good thing!"

“It was hinted at from the beginning…” Mo Xueyao glanced at her sideways, “Many people look strange when they wear black-rimmed glasses, and the person on the bow of that ship is also wearing black-rimmed glasses.”

"Damn it!" Hua Yinyin slammed her hand on the table in a spoiled manner. "I still want to play!"

"Let's talk about it after this is over," Mo Xueyao said, looking at Li Wanyan to indicate that she could continue.

The game continued, and Li Wanyan even altered the plot midway through. Since Mo Xueyao knew the entire plot, the game would be meaningless if it continued as written.

Mo Xueyao, on the contrary, became even more involved as a result, making every decision with exceptional care and caution.

Although it's just a game on paper, once you get into it, you can still feel the tension and excitement.

Later on, the required number of points to roll the dice increased, and even a rock-paper-scissors element was introduced.

"Finally, the pork noodle vendor led you through a trail of headless monsters, until you reached the sea and were put on a ship." Li Wanyan closed her notebook. "The ship of the God of War will protect you."

"Wait, the God of War?" Mo Xueyao was taken aback. "Huh, isn't it broken?"

Li Wanyan's lips curled up slightly as she pushed up her black-rimmed glasses. Before she could even speak, Mo Xueyao and the other two couldn't help but shiver and lean back a few feet.

The black-rimmed glasses in the story were really terrifying.

Originally, Mo Xueyao was set up as a cult, but Li Wanyan changed her to be like a contagious virus.

Every person who is assimilated will have one thing in common – that is, to put on black-rimmed glasses.

Wipe the black-rimmed glasses clean, then put them on.

At the same time, he also had to show that eerie smile.

“The story isn’t over yet,” Li Wanyan said softly, clearly not intending to continue.

"Phew... Squad leader, don't scare me, okay..." Wang Jiale patted his chest. "I almost thought you had become one of the characters in the story."

“Although I know it’s impossible, it’s really a bit strange…” Mo Xueyao nodded in agreement.

"Well, that's it, that's it! I'm getting hungry watching this, I want pork noodles too!" Hua Yinyin slammed her hand on the table and shouted.

"Okay, let's go downstairs for dinner." Wang Jiale reached into her pocket and felt for the hundred yuan her father had given her. "We can eat whatever we want today."

"No need to eat anything too expensive." Mo Xueyao habitually tries to save money for others.

"I just want noodles! I want noodles right now. The pork noodles the class monitor described smelled so good, all I can think about now is tonkotsu ramen." Hua Yinyin stood up abruptly. "I want noodles!"

"It seems like there are only Lanzhou beef noodle shops nearby, no pork noodle shops." Wang Jiale touched his cheek. "Never mind, let's go out and take a look."

"Let's go!" Mo Xueyao's stomach growled at just the right moment.

Li Wanyan pushed up her glasses with her little finger, seemingly still immersed in the story she had just heard.

Mo Xueyao was quite surprised that she would be interested in such a game.

Near Wang Jiale's home, there are many restaurants. After wandering around for a long time, they finally found the pork noodle shop that Hua Yinyin insisted on eating at.

The signboard reads "True Feelings Pork Noodles" in large characters.

It gives one the strange feeling that it's mocking the halal beef noodle shop across the street.

The subtitle next to it also gives the impression that it's either criticizing itself or its customers.

— "Be a good pig."

This is such a strange shop, yet it's incredibly popular and the prices are very reasonable. A big bowl of pork bone noodles only costs four yuan.

You should know that there's a whole bone inside.

"It smells so good!" Hua Yinyin's tongue was already drooling. "Boss, give me a bowl of pork bone noodles!"

"Alright, what would the other three like?"

"Hmm... then I'll... what is this pigskin noodles?"

"It's like cooking noodles and then adding freshly fried pork skin and some scraps of meat."

"Oh, then this one will do." Mo Xueyao had never seen this kind of noodle before, and she nodded with great interest.

"Um... I'll... I'll..." Wang Jiale was caught in a dilemma.

Li Wanyan glanced at the menu briefly and calmly ordered a bowl of pork liver noodles.

"I'll have the pork kidney noodles, okay? Go for it, Zha!"

"Huh, this shop has fried pork cracklings?" Now it was Mo Xueyao's turn to drool.

"Hmm, isn't it written on the menu?" Wang Jiale pointed to the lower right corner of the menu on the wall.

"Oh, I want some too! Pork cracklings!"

"Okay, do you want both portions of pork cracklings? Or all of them?"

"All of them!" Wang Jiale answered loudly, then went to the cashier to pay.

Mo Xueyao originally wanted to be polite, but she was a little reluctant to part with the money in her pocket, so she stuck her bottom to the chair and didn't get up.

Moreover, this kind of insincere politeness is actually quite embarrassing...

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Chapter 260 Old Chen

"Oh, this photo album is actually here?" Mo Wenli, who had just taken a shower, sat on the ground shirtless, wearing only boxer shorts. His body was covered in well-defined muscles, which, while not particularly graceful or attractive, exuded a sense of power.

"What photo album?" Mo Xueyao's mother, Yang Xiaoyu, asked as she dried her hair and sat down on the bedside.

"This old photo album." It was a photo album, but it wasn't full of photos. In fact, cameras were still expensive in 2000, and developing photos wasn't cheap either. When you went to a scenic spot, if you wanted someone to take a few photos for you, it could cost more than ten yuan to develop them.

Of course, this is a premium for tourist attractions; ordinary places are far less expensive.

"Where did this photo album come from? I've never seen it before." Yang Xiaoyu lay on the bed, put her arm on Mo Wenli's shoulder, and rested her head on her arm.

“Under the bed, I don’t know how I put them in here.” Mo Wenli said, flipping through the photo album. “These are from when I first came to Hangzhou, before I met you. I haven’t been able to find them for a long time.”

How did you end up putting it under the bed?

“I don’t know either. Maybe it was moved here and then fell under the bed while I was tidying up.” Mo Wenli pointed to the first photo. “Haha, this is me when I was young. Sigh, I’m old now.”

"You're only in your forties, what's so old about you?" Yang Xiaoyu glanced at him sideways. "But your skin wasn't as good as it is now when you were young."

“Yes, they’re all pimples.” Mo Wenli continued flipping through the pages; some were black and white photos, and some were in color.

Even the colored ones have yellowed, and the colors aren't vibrant anymore; they can't compare to photos from recent years.

Who is this woman?

“The woman my parents arranged for me to marry was someone who wanted me to be a live-in son-in-law.”

"Oh? You still have those kinds of times?" Yang Xiaoyu seemed to find it too tiring to prop her head up with her arm, so she rested her chin on Mo Wenli's head. "Then why didn't you get married later?"

"Am I the kind of person who likes to marry into a woman's family? I have pride, okay? If you become a son-in-law who marries into a woman's family, you have to listen to her in everything. You have no dignity at all, and they even complain that I have body odor."

"Isn't the last sentence the key point?"

"Actually, they did give me money for medical treatment and surgery back then," Mo Wenli chuckled. "But I took the money and ran away to do business. Anyway, I never liked their family."

"Why wouldn't you like it? You've been quite good to me, haven't you?" Yang Xiaoyu asked curiously. "At least you got money for the surgery."

"You're using me as a stud, aren't you?" Mo Wenli rolled her eyes at her. "And so what if I have body odor? That's called manliness!"

"Tsk, stop being disgusting," Yang Xiaoyu said irritably. "Luckily, our daughter didn't inherit this trait from you, otherwise, it would be terrible for a girl to have body odor."

"Is this daughter even her biological daughter? She didn't even inherit the body odor."

"How can someone who isn't biologically related still have Russian characteristics?"

"That's not necessarily true. What if it was born to you and another Russian? Besides, her mixed-race features are more obvious than mine. Maybe it was born to you and a first-generation Russian."

"Do you want to start a fight?" Yang Xiaoyu pinched his ear. "Don't you know whether she's your daughter or not? Who else have I spent my life with besides you?"

"Tsk... Yu Liang..."

I consider him my older brother.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"Don't give me that 'tsk'. Back when you were newly married, you used to go to roadside brothels for fun. Do you think I didn't know?"

“Cough, ha, hahaha…” Mo Wenli chuckled dryly and continued scrolling down, “These are all friends I used to know. We had a good relationship, but unfortunately, we’ve lost touch over time.”

"That's such a pity. After entering society, you rarely make friends with people you can truly confide in."

"Ah, time is so merciless." Mo Wenli chuckled a few times. "Oh my, this is you when you were young."

"Let me see? When was this...when was this filmed? I don't remember it?"

"That year... do you remember, Old Chen?"