A Young Woman's Heart

"Hehe, I'll teach you~" Wang Jiale, who usually couldn't be her teacher, was finally happy now, as she could experience what it was like to be a teacher.

Although her skill level was only average, it was still much better than Mo Xueyao, who had almost forgotten her cross-stitch skills.

While they were doing cross-stitch, Wang Jiale continued to chat with her, but Mo Xueyao usually just listened—because she had to concentrate fully on this, and if she talked, she might prick her finger.

"The day before yesterday, I went out with an idiot and we came across a really big dog. If I had a yard, I'd want to raise one that big too..."

The idiot Wang Jiale was referring to was, of course, Lü Bolun.

The conversation continued slowly, and time passed quietly...

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Chapter 85 Summer News

On the second day of August, a morning shower washed away much of the heat.

Yesterday, Mo Xueyao and Wang Jiale spent the whole day at her house embroidering cross-stitch, but they hadn't finished the simple 'cross' yet. The latter then gave her all the materials she needed, along with a plastic frame to hold the cross.

This unfinished cross-stitch is currently sitting on my desk, along with its materials.

Although the rain had stopped, no one knew if it would start raining again. In addition, Li Wanyan had borrowed three books yesterday, and on this cool morning, she didn't seem to be planning to go to the library.

"Aren't we going to the library today?" Mo Xueyao yawned and staggered into the living room.

"Hmm." Li Wanyan was washing her and Mo Xueyao's underwear in the bathroom. When her mother was busy, she would help with some of the work that her mother would normally do.

"Because of the rain?"

"Because it's cool."

"Oh, just as I thought—how much longer until I'm done showering?"

"Soon." Even the answer was similar to that of Mo Xueyao's mother.

But often, a "quick" can take more than ten minutes.

Since her surgery, her ability to hold her urine seems to have decreased. She used to be able to go without urinating for half an hour after waking up, but now she has to take care of her bodily needs as soon as she gets up.

I'm waking up from gasping for air much more often than before.

"Hurry up." She nodded helplessly, yawned with her legs crossed, and casually turned on the TV in the living room, hoping to distract herself.

It was still early, only seven o'clock, and the morning news was playing on TV.

However, all Mo Xueyao heard was the host's words, "We'll continue broadcasting after the commercial break."

Then came the television commercial segment.

If you want to watch TV, you can't avoid commercials. If you're watching an exciting part and an ad suddenly pops up, that's the most annoying thing ever.

Because of the presence of advertisements, every TV series in the television era felt exceptionally long.

"Very Cola, the cola made by Chinese people! Very Cola, the choice!"

"I love walking in the cool morning breeze... My delicate, ultra-thin, natural panty liner contains refreshing molecules that make unwanted scents disappear~"

"Yinlu, the tempting taste, Yinlu Eight Treasure Porridge".

"...999 Brand Piyanping!"

"Libai toothpaste is truly healthy. Libai toothpaste, Guangzhou Libai Group."

"Yaoyao, it's done."

"Ah, is it finally done?" Mo Xueyao rushed into the bathroom, finally free from having to force herself to watch commercials to distract herself.

When she came out after washing up, the news on TV had just started playing again.

It must have taken at least six or seven minutes, right?

"Continuing with the morning news, yesterday, a sanitation worker collapsed while on duty due to temperatures reaching 39 degrees Celsius. He is now out of danger. Our station urges all businesses in the city not to drive away sanitation workers seeking refuge from the heat in front of their shops. Sanitation workers work hard to clean our city, and we should give them more tolerance and understanding..."

In addition to domestic news, they also broadcast some foreign news, but the timeliness is often very poor. It is normal for it to be a week late, and sometimes it can take up to half a month to report.

"On July 25, Air France Flight 4590 crashed shortly after takeoff from Paris, killing all 109 people on board and 5 on the ground. It is reported that the accident was caused by a fire in the number one engine..."

"Boom!" The sky, which had just brightened up a little, darkened again. A blinding flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, followed by rolling thunder.

It seemed the rain was going to continue, so Mo Xueyao completely gave up on the idea of ​​going to the library to read today.

I just hope the rain will last a little longer today, so the room doesn't get too hot again.

"Let's do our summer homework today. There's still quite a bit left to do—" Mo Xueyao stretched out a big yawn, "Let's finish it all by the beginning of the month!"

"Have breakfast first." After hanging up her underwear, Li Wanyan returned to the living room and glanced at her sideways.

"Okay, Aunt Li!"

“…Mother Li…” Li Wanyan clearly disliked this nickname, her brows furrowing.

"Don't you like it? Cough cough, because Wanyan can be just as nagging as Mom sometimes..."

"It sounds like he's very old."

"Hey, okay, okay, then I won't call you that anymore, right?" Mo Xueyao shrugged.

Summer vacation can't always be fun, of course. During the long summer vacation, the best way to relax is to stay at home.

She really couldn't understand why some people would fill their holidays to the brim and be out and about every day. Wouldn't that be even more tiring than going to work or school?

"What did you do at Lele's house yesterday?" Li Wanyan asked while serving porridge.

Mo Xueyao got home very late yesterday. By the time she finished washing up, it was already 10 o'clock. Li Wanyan, who went to bed early, just squinted at her and then went back to sleep.

Luckily, my parents weren't home when I got back, otherwise I would have definitely gotten a scolding.

In the past, people would ask why children were not home so late, but now they would probably say things like it's dangerous for girls to be out so late.

"When will China be safe enough that my parents won't say things like 'It's dangerous at night'?" Mo Xueyao suddenly remarked, but Li Wanyan found it rather strange.

"Ok?"

"Ah, it's nothing. Yesterday, I talked to Lele about relationship issues. Ah, let me think... we talked a lot about her boyfriend, Lu Bolun, and a lot of gossip about other couples."

"She's always so gossipy."

"She knows a lot of gossip, but I don't think she's ever even met Zhuang Lianlian?"

"What's wrong."

"She actually knew that Chen Cheng's girlfriend was Zhuang Lianlian, and she even said that she heard that Chen Cheng had already been living with his girlfriend and had done all sorts of things with her."

"It's not impossible, but what comes out of her mouth is either hearsay or gossip." Li Wanyan smiled lightly; she knew Wang Jiale's personality quite well.

You could say she's pure, but she knows what's bad. You could say she's not pure, but sometimes her thoughts are really quite simple. But if you say she's simple, then her mind is actually quite complicated.

That's probably just human nature; there are always many seemingly contradictory aspects to our being.

"What else did she say?" Li Wanyan would occasionally gossip about it, as a topic of casual conversation.

"She also said that she thinks An Ruosu likes Li Hongran." Mo Xueyao thought for a moment, then snapped her fingers silently, pleased that she had come up with another piece of gossip.

Li Wanyan shook her head speechlessly: "Has she been having too much contact with Hua Yinyin lately?"

“I also think that An Ruosu and Li Hongran are just brothers. How could a man liking another man happen so easily around us? Such people should be very rare, almost unheard of.” Mo Xueyao nodded matter-of-factly. “Just because brothers are putting their arms around each other, she thinks it means they like each other. I don’t think that’s right.”

"Ah."

"Lele also said it was because An Ruosu looked at Li Hongran differently. She said what was it called again? Uh yeah, that's the look you give someone when you like them." Mo Xueyao deliberately cast a deep, affectionate glance at Li Wanyan. "Then I said, 'Does this look in my eyes count as the look in your eyes when I like you?'"

Li Wanyan glanced at her and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

When the two chatted, Mo Xueyao did most of the talking while Li Wanyan listened. After a while, Mo Xueyao felt like she was about to become a stand-up comedian.

Of course, I learned a lot from my history teacher.

At this moment, a heavy rain began to fall outside the window, and the raindrops pattered against the awning like crisp drumbeats.

"Is that an unfinished cross-stitch on your desk?" Li Wanyan asked again.

"Yes, Wanyan, would you be interested in completing it? It's the simplest thing... cross stitch, but I've only finished half of it."

"Let me take a look later." She nodded gently.

After finishing breakfast, Mo Xueyao skillfully washed her hands of the business, returned to her room, put away her cross-stitch, and then spread out her summer homework on top of it.

The kitchen was filled with the sounds of pots and pans clattering and water splashing, while the television was replaying last night's drama...

The sounds of thunder and rain isolated the house from the outside world, creating a sense of tranquility that transcended the mundane.

Everyone says that libraries are quiet, but even the quietest library is never as quiet as your own home.

After all, one's own home is a private space, completely different from an open library.

The quietness mentioned here is not auditory quietness, but a kind of mental quietness.

The new textbooks for the second year of high school have been distributed, and a significant portion of the summer homework consists of content from those textbooks.

However, there aren't many, so it's okay if you don't write them.

Anyway, the teacher won't check that thoroughly.

But students with good grades naturally have their own reasons. For example, Mo Xueyao likes to challenge herself with questions she can't answer. She will look for relevant content in the textbook and then study on her own until she can solve the problem.

The joy and satisfaction of completing this problem is incomparable to doing problems that you already know by heart.

After washing the dishes, Li Wanyan returned to the room, glanced at her, and asked, "Where's the cross-stitch?"

"On the bookshelf," Mo Xueyao replied, resting her chin on her hand—she had encountered another question with new knowledge points.

Li Wanyan took out the half-finished cross-stitch from the bookshelf, then sat on the bed behind Mo Xueyao and leaned against the wall by the window to start embroidering.

Is it dark?

"A little."

"Then I'll turn on the light." Mo Xueyao said, pulling the light cord, and the whole room instantly became bright, but it also made the outside world seem even darker.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock..." This is the sound of the second hand of a clock ticking away in the stillness.

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