A Young Woman's Heart

That night, Nora and her father got completely drunk, and they almost missed their evening train the next day.

"Dad, I'm leaving!" Nora leaned out of the train window and waved vigorously at her father.

She used her connections to get on this special train that transported mail. To deliver mail to more places, it wouldn't take the shortest route but would instead take a detour and give way to faster trains.

The front of the car was also very old, and it moved very slowly.

There was no air conditioning in the carriage, but the windows could be opened, allowing one to feel a gentle breeze.

This can be considered a form of nostalgia.

"Hey—be careful on the road!" the father shouted from the platform. The train slowly started moving, and he ran along with it. "Tell Dad if you're sad or having any difficulties. You can come back anytime you want! Remember, only Dad will always love you!"

“Daddy!” Nora leaned against the window, waving her hand frantically, tears streaming down her face. “You are the only one in this world!”

This was just a long journey, not a promise of never returning, but it gave both of them the illusion that they had said goodbye forever.

After all, we've never been apart since childhood, and we even went to university in the same familiar city, but this time, we're going to a foreign country...

An unfamiliar culture, an unfamiliar language, an unfamiliar script, and unfamiliar people.

Nora wiped away her tears, watching her father's figure gradually fall behind the accelerating train, and watching his figure gradually disappear into the distance.

This is the end of the train, and also where the letters are stored.

There is only one single room with a washroom, which is reserved as a spare.

The staff lived in rooms in the front carriage.

Because there were few passengers, there weren't many staff members on the bus either.

There are only six people in total, working in three shifts.

They would stop at major station entrances to unload mail belonging to these cities.

If there are any new letters along the way, they will be moved up, sorted, and then the journey continues.

Nora gradually calmed down, braided her long red hair into a neat bun, and took out her camera to capture the scenery she liked and take pictures of it.

However, we don't have that much film, so we have to use it sparingly.

More often than not, she simply writes down her feelings about the scenery she sees in her open diary.

It won't be too complicated; it will just be described using simple words.

The train moved forward at a leisurely pace. As it passed through the mountains and forests, several sika deer could be seen chasing after the train, as if they were competing with each other.

But most of them can't chase for long before they gradually stop.

Birds would sometimes fly to Nora's window, land there, tilt their heads, and stare at her, but would fly away again after a while—it seemed that even birds didn't want to go to places they weren't familiar with.

It's daytime now, and apart from the two people working the night shift, the other four are awake.

This includes the train conductor.

"Nora, won't it be too monotonous for you to sit here all by yourself for half a month?" The train conductor with thick hair walked to the door and greeted her.

"No, thank you for the ride." Nora forced a smile. "Thank you so much for letting me ride in this car."

Why take such a slow bus?

"So that I can really enjoy the scenery along the way."

"Haha, what's so interesting about the scenery along the way?" The train conductor shook his head.

The car has only been out for an hour, but its speed is gradually decreasing.

"Are we almost there?"

"No, it's to switch routes at the railway crossing ahead to make way for the express train."

"Then reverse and continue driving?"

Yes, so it will stop for a while.

"Hmm." Nora nodded. The train conductor, who knew her father, hadn't been to her house for many years. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he had nothing more to say and went back to the conductor's office.

About twenty minutes later, an express train roared past.

The postal train then slowly reversed back to its original route, before finally starting to move along like an eighty-year-old man, 'huffing and puffing'.

Having grown somewhat tired of the scenery along the way, Nora put down her diary and took out a Chinese book to study on her own.

She has now learned to pronounce Mo Xueyao's name correctly.

As far as the name is concerned, the pronunciation is already quite standard.

The book had barely been opened when her Russian-made cell phone rang.

The phone is thick and heavy, but it is sturdy and durable. The battery can guarantee more than a month of standby time. If you don't make calls for long periods of time, then half a month of battery life is definitely not a problem.

However, the downside of this phone is that the screen is extremely small, about the size of a calculator screen, which makes it somewhat difficult to read.

"Hello? Dad?"

Where are we?

"We've only been out for a little over an hour, and we haven't gone very far yet."

"Oh……"

"Haha, Dad, you can't be serious, can you?" Nora, who had been carrying a hint of sadness, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Are you getting used to living in the car?

"well enough."

"Call me before you go abroad."

"Okay, Dad."

"Then I'll hang up."

"Okay." Nora hung up the phone, her sadness having lessened considerably.

Thankfully, we have telephones. Even if we can't meet in person, at least we can hear each other's voices.

"Clang, clang..." The train continued its journey at a steady pace, and Nora's thoughts drifted away with the eagles soaring in the sky.

"I'll wait downstairs when she gets her mail, and give her a surprise. Hmm... even if she doesn't check the mailbox, she'll definitely come home, right?" Nora muttered to herself. "Won't Mo Xueyao be pleasantly surprised?"

"Well, we still need to find a place to rent a house, or can we stay at her place? If not, we can find a small hotel to stay in. It shouldn't be too expensive if we rent for three months in a row."

Meanwhile, far away in Hangzhou, China, Mo Xueyao sneezed loudly.

"Achoo! Who's cursing me?"

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Chapter 294 "Candy Diary" - Enjoying the girls' affection at school

My name is Crispy Sugar.

A native tabby cat.

This morning, I saw a woman carrying a foreign purebred cat hurrying past the fruit shop.

The person next to her said that the cat had caught a cold and needed to be taken to the vet.

Putting aside the fact that most pet hospitals are probably closed right now, it's too delicate for a pet to get sick like this.

I felt an overwhelming sense of superiority.

And we express our contempt for those who look down on us country cats.

There are hardly any rats left in the fruit shop. After all, with me around, who would dare to cause trouble?

Oh dear, tonight is the final battle.

From here to the area near Xiaoyao's master's house, I will completely take over.

I'm not interested in places any further away, since traveling that far is just too tiring.

With the Black Emperor that Miss Milk Candy lent me, conquering cities and territories is a piece of cake.

Ah ho...

Let's go to school with Xiaoyao's owner today!

Hmm... why did she zip up her backpack?

Forget it, I won't go with her. I'll set off on my own first.

It was still early, and a refreshing breeze was blowing in from outside the window.

I jumped out of the window, breathing in the surrounding air, and saw several stray cats standing up on the eaves not far away, stretching out their tails and greeting me.

"Hello, boss!"

"Yeah, thanks for keeping watch," I replied lazily. "Things should have been fine last night, right?"

"Reporting, boss, no! But Big Eyes got bitten by a mouse while he was catching mice last night!"

I almost burst out laughing, but remembering that this was my underling, I couldn't show it in such a mocking way.

An excellent leader should not intimidate subordinates, but rather be approachable.

Conquering with force is just a means; what truly wins over those cats is their charismatic personality.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be very annoying to be constantly on guard against others challenging my authority?

With that thought in mind, I suddenly leaped onto the roof and leisurely strolled over to Big Eyes.

This is a cat that is entirely black except for its white chin and one eye.

It looks like one eye is bigger than the other, but they should actually be the same size.

"What happened? Was that rat very big?"

"Yes, yes! Boss, it's really not that my skills aren't good enough, it's just that the mouse was really big, about the size of a six-month-old cat!"

"Such a big rat?" I was a little surprised. "What does it look like?"