A Young Woman's Heart

"Huh, why are you suddenly smoking cheap cigarettes?"

"We just spent so much money, we need to save some!"

“You’re the cheapest one if you don’t smoke! The money you spend on fireworks in a year could buy another car!” the mother said irritably.

"It's not that exaggerated," the father said with a sheepish smile.

"Dad, get me a red one! The kind of red that looks like blood."

"Oh, red? Just pure red?"

"Why not?"

"How about making it red and white? It would look more layered."

“Wow, even the sense of layering, Dad, you know quite a lot.” Mo Xueyao said with a hint of teasing.

The father took a proud drag on his cigarette: "That's right, I studied painting back in the day, you know?"

"Where's Wanyan?" Mo Xueyao nudged Li Wanyan's arm. She was watching Sutang to make sure it didn't actually kill the fish.

"..."

"Please don't say 'whatever'," Mo Xueyao said before she could speak.

This left Li Wanyan speechless for a moment. After a long silence, she replied, "The same as Yaoyao's."

“That’s no fun at all.” The father shook his head. “How about we make it silver-gray? I think it would suit Wanyan better.”

“Okay.” Li Wanyan had no objections.

"Okay, I'll go buy the paint now. The tools are already in the car, I'll be right back!"

My father was quite efficient; he returned shortly afterward with several cans of spray paint. In addition, he took a lot of old newspapers and cardboard boxes from the grocery store to use as padding or shielding to prevent paint from being sprayed everywhere.

A bicycle tends to look old after being ridden for a long time.

Many of the marks are difficult to remove even with water.

Some are scratches, which are even less likely to be washed off.

But the car body still needs to be washed again before it can be painted.

Mo Xueyao, who always thought her car was pretty clean, was surprised to find that it was actually very dirty.

"Wow—it's all muddy water." Mo Xueyao felt like she had nowhere to stand, so she stood a little further away and grabbed the hose to spray water towards her father.

"What are you doing? You've sprayed it all over me! Get closer! After washing it clean, wipe it dry with a clean cloth, then wash the other one. After washing the other one, you can start preparing to paint the first one!"

"Know--"

Li Wanyan was also helping out, mainly by washing the rags.

A few sparrows fly by in the sky every now and then; they are probably the most common birds in the city.

Some of them perched on the branches, while the bolder ones even landed on the ground, hopping and skipping towards this side, as if they wanted to take a bath.

The most daring one even flew into the air and pooped, almost landing on his father's head. Enraged, the father picked up a stone and threw it into the air, but the nimble little guy dodged it.

"Damn, these stinky birds! Next time I'll borrow a slingshot from Uncle Bear and kill them all!"

Mo Xueyao suppressed a laugh: "Dad, is it really necessary to be so angry?"

"Didn't you see? It almost hit me!"

"Cough, pfft, hahaha—" Mo Xueyao couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Anyway, it wasn't me!"

"That's going too far with the schadenfreude!"

"Um, by the way, Dad, why do you paint bicycles? Have you ever done it yourself before?"

“I’ve said it before, I used to really enjoy tinkering with bicycles. Back then, tinkering with bicycles was pretty much like tinkering with cars. We modified them ourselves, which was a lot of fun,” the father chuckled. “Hey, but there were times when we broke them.”

"Then you mustn't break it for me."

"Pshaw, don't worry, don't worry. You think spraying paint can ruin it? That would be a huge joke!"

"I feel like even if you opened a car repair shop, Dad, the business would probably be pretty good."

“I had this idea before we opened the fruit shop.” The father said, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he sprayed paint. “You two should go further away, or the wind might blow paint onto you.”

"A car repair shop is also a good option; the storefront is small, so the costs are low."

"But it's better now."

“I mean, if we don’t meet someone as nice as Grandma Jin, then a car repair shop is still a good option.” Mo Xueyao pulled Li Wanyan to a tree nearby, watching her father spray paint from a distance.

It seems there are two cans of the same color spray paint, and another can of spray paint that looks like water.

I thought it was just a matter of spraying paint directly over the surface, but I didn't expect the process to be so complicated.

Because Mo Xueyao's car was to be red and white, the parts that were to be painted white had to be covered with cardboard first, and the other parts were painted red. After the red parts dried, the red parts were covered up, and then the pre-ordered white parts were painted with white paint.

The painting wasn't done continuously. They stopped for a while around noon because someone wanted to order a custom fruit basket. My mother didn't know how, so my father took off his old clothes from the painting job and busied himself arranging the flowers...

The paint also takes time to dry, and by the time all the painting was finished, it was already evening and the sun was about to set.

In summer, that's equivalent to a little past six o'clock.

"Alright, it's finally done. Let's put the two cars under the eaves in the back and wait for the paint to dry."

"How many days will it take?" Mo Xueyao tugged at Su Tang's mustache and asked.

"If it doesn't rain, it should be fine tomorrow, but if you're going to ride it, you should let it air dry for a few more days, otherwise the smell is unbearable..."

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Chapter 136 Hair Dyed Back to Black

Although Yukong High School doesn't have many restrictions on hairstyles, as long as the hairstyle isn't overly 'trendy', it's acceptable.

However, the hair color must be black, unless it is naturally that color.

At this moment, Aisha was sitting in a quiet hair salon, which was a large barbershop with three floors.

Each level caters to different groups of people.

She is currently sitting on the third floor.

There are no other customers on this floor besides her and Su Yuqing, who came with her.

"Aishier, your test results were great! You passed the test and can go to the second year of high school now." Su Yuqing held a stack of test papers and smiled as she squeezed her hand.

She is dyeing her hair back to black, so she can only sit and cannot move around for the time being.

"Hmm...that's great." She returned a smile.

"Your learning ability is amazing! I wish I were as smart as you."

"Sister Xiaoqing... I'm not that amazing."

"Look, after being in a coma for so many years, he was able to complete the remaining third of junior high school courses and the entire first year of high school courses in one summer vacation. What else could he be but a genius?"

"But it's just passing the test."

"Passing is good enough. Passing means you can go to the second year of high school. Besides, you're not a native Chinese, so it's really impressive that you've reached this level."

Aisha couldn't help but bite her lip and chuckle to herself, "Yeah, I think so too, it's already pretty good."

"You have a special talent for languages, so I had Kong arrange for you to be in Class 2, which is the best humanities class in the grade. You have to study hard!"

"Yes, thank you, Sister Qing."

"Speaking of which, do you still remember that dream you had all this time?"

“I still remember some things.” Ashleigh blinked, her dark blue eyes shifting slightly. “I’ve already said it, in my dreams, I am the Dream Witch.”

"Hmm, so you really want to be a witch in real life? Are you omnipotent in your dreams?" Su Yuqing joked.

“No…on the contrary, there are many things I can’t do.” Ashley pursed her lips, her voice gradually fading. “There are many people I can’t save either…”

"Alright, alright, you're still just a child, how could you possibly save others?"

"Hmm..."

"Um...we are very sorry about what happened to your parents."

“It’s alright…you’re not gods, and you can’t save everyone.” Ashley smiled, her dark blue eyes appearing particularly deep in the sunlight.

Unlike Mo Xueyao's clear sky-blue eyes—although both of their eyes are considered 'blue'.

Even within the same color, there can be significant color variations.

Light blue, sky blue, royal blue, lake blue, dark blue, blackish blue...

"Pfft, Aisha has even learned how to comfort people now."

"Yes, because I've grown up."

"Who said that? He's still just a child."

"Then... when I go to college, can I dye my hair black or blue again?"

"Of course you can."

"Mmm!" Ashley nodded happily, her legs swaying gently involuntarily.

Her Chinese is already very good, with almost no accent. At most, it's a southern accent she learned from Su Yuqing, and she has a slight inability to distinguish between 'ci' and 'chi'.

Before falling into that vegetative state, Aisha's Chinese was already quite good.

I wasn't in China back then.

She speaks not only Chinese, but also English, the local dialect of her hometown, and Japanese.

Even disregarding dialects, she's a little genius who speaks three languages.

Of course, my Japanese is not very fluent yet; it's only enough for ordinary daily communication.

"Hey, Sister Xiaoqing." Aishuer grabbed Su Yuqing's little hand, "Can we go get some snacks later?"

"Of course! Which restaurant's pastries would you like?"

"Hmm... I want to eat Chinese food."