A Young Woman's Heart

"Of course."

Zhou Yong hesitated for a long time, typing out a sentence several times, only to delete it quickly.

In the end, he still chose to base his image on Mo Xueyao: "Black hair, sky blue eyes, a young girl, of Russian mixed race, with a baby face and a bit of baby fat."

The person on the other end sent a string of ellipses.

"Little Yao Yao?"

This made his heart seem to stop for a second, then he hurriedly pretended to be dumb to cover it up: "What?"

"Oh, maybe I'm overthinking it. I just feel like the person you're talking about looks a lot like one of my classmates."

"Haha...you have mixed-race kids in your class?"

"yes."

Zhou Yong felt that the world was really small; the artist was actually an acquaintance.

Moreover, this kind of title... seems to be used only by Hua Yinyin, right?

Combined with her nickname, the answer becomes obvious.

Luckily, the other person didn't know who he was, otherwise it would have been incredibly awkward when they met again on Monday.

"This won't do."

"what?"

"Change it, change it."

"Oh... then..." Zhou Yong used a lot of words to describe the appearance of Tian Tingchan to the other party.

"Okay, leave it to me!"

"Thanks for your hard work."

After that, I received no reply to my private messages.

Zhou Yong played the game while occasionally checking the forum, but the other party did not reply for a long time.

But thinking about it carefully, it makes sense, since it can't possibly happen that quickly.

Just as night fell, the other party suddenly sent him a link to a post. He clicked on it and saw that it was the character design he had asked to draw.

It does bear some resemblance to "The Cicada in the Sky," but since it's a comic book, the differences are quite significant.

The main thing is that the temperament was very well expressed.

The pose and clothing are very alluring...

Although it wasn't colored.

but……

Just as Zhou Yong was about to ask a question, he saw a message from the other party: "I felt like something was missing, so I added a cute one in the end. How about it, not bad, right?"

"..." Zhou Yong's eyelids twitched. "This isn't a girl anymore!"

"What does it matter? As long as we look alike, that's fine."

"Don't worry, don't worry, scroll down, there's another version for women."

"Thanks..." Zhou Yong replied helplessly.

He thought about it and finally saved both the male and female versions of the picture on his computer. Just then, the door to his room, which he hadn't locked after taking a shower, was suddenly pushed open.

"Zhou Yong..."

"Ah!!!" He was startled instantly. This time, his heart seemed to skip a beat. His hand almost instinctively closed the webpage and showed the desktop to him.

"What's wrong? You scared me."

"You're the one who startled me..."

"It's already dark and you still haven't turned on the lights," Zhou Yong's mother said irritably. "You're playing on the computer again. It's been a whole day. Can't you take a break? You shouldn't have let your dad bring the computer back in the first place."

"Okay—" Zhou Yong said impatiently, turning off the computer and standing up as if nothing had happened.

He was blocking the screen just now, so logically his mother shouldn't have been able to see anything.

"You've already taken a shower?"

"Yes."

"They won't even wash their own clothes, yet they expect me to do it."

"...I'm afraid I won't get it clean."

"You just want to slack off. If you really wanted to, what couldn't you do well?"

"I'm not that good..."

"Washing clothes doesn't require much skill."

"I know, I know... I mean, it's impossible for me to do everything well."

"Who said that? You're not stupid."

"I'm not smart either."

"How could he not be smart? He's just lazy."

"...I'm just an ordinary person, Mom."

"You're just complacent. You need to work harder. How could things be like this now?"

Zhou Yong, unable to refute, lowered his hands and slumped onto the balcony to get some fresh air.

……

Chapter Thirty-One: Hua Yinyin's Morning

"Shh—" Rain began to fall from the sky, and lightning flashed in the dark clouds. Hua Yinyin pressed the button on the silver-white long-handled automatic umbrella and stepped out of the elevator.

"Hmph...hmph...hmph hmph hmph~" She hummed a song, glanced at the bicycle parked at the door, and finally decided to take the bus to school on such a rainy day.

The buses departing from the city's outskirts were still quite empty, with only a few people on board, and some water droplets dripping from umbrellas on the ground.

She found a seat by the window, opened the window halfway, and hung the long-handled umbrella that she had folded up by the window.

Although it's only a short walk from home to the station, the umbrella is already soaked, and clear raindrops are falling one by one.

Hua Yinyin placed her schoolbag against the side of the car wall, then hugged the pipa behind her to her chest: "La la la la da da... ding ding ding dong dong~ hum hum... um hum hum~"

"Click—" The car paused slightly, and then both the front and rear doors slowly closed.

In the rain and mist, the left turn signal flickered leisurely, and with the slow movement of the wipers, the bus entered the main road and slowly drove forward.

It was a peaceful morning.

Hua Yinyin didn't wear her usual double braids; instead, she let her long, black hair fall loose, covering half of her chest.

At this moment, Hua Yinyin was completely different from her usual carefree self, appearing very serene, like a literary young woman with great temperament.

Her slightly chubby, baby-faced features also made her appear more approachable.

Actually, Mo Xueyao had a chubby, oval face, while Hua Yinyin had a truly chubby, baby-faced appearance.

Although they both have a bit of baby fat, you can still see many differences if you look closely.

Whenever she's in a car, a melody that matches her mood will pop into her mind.

Some are original compositions, while others are a mix of other tunes, but they are all very simple, just a few notes repeated over and over. Although they cannot be turned into a song, they are quite nice little tunes to hum when you are bored.

The bus driver always drives slowly on this route. In fact, buses can't go fast even if they want to, so it's better to drive slowly than to brake suddenly all the time.

After all, you have to stop at almost every intersection.

It stopped at a station again, and the sound of umbrellas being closed came from the doorway. A boy with an ordinary appearance walked up. He looked to be only in the second or third grade, and he was already riding the bus by himself.

Perhaps the parents aren't unconcerned, but they're just too busy with work to do anything about it.

He sat down in the seat in front of Hua Yinyin, holding a plastic bag of fried dumplings in one hand and disposable chopsticks in the other. Later, he seemed to find it troublesome, so he simply threw away the chopsticks and ate the dumplings directly from the bag.

However, the consequence of this is that the little hands get all oily.

However, he didn't seem to care much; he simply wiped it on his school uniform pants and considered it clean.

"Sister, what was that tune you were humming just now? It was so nice." The overly friendly little boy turned around and leaned on the back of the chair to ask.

"Just now?"

"Yeah, it's that one with the 'humming' sound."

"It's hmm~ umm hmm... la la la la da da..."

"Yes, yes."

"I created it myself." Hua Yinyin smiled at him, looking like a gentle and kind older sister.

"Oh, Auntie, you're amazing! That was so beautiful!"

A vein throbbed on Hua Yinyin's forehead: "It's my older sister, I'm only in high school too."

"Oh, sister!" The little boy's gaze lingered on her chest for a moment, as if to say that he had only made a mistake because of her bust size, which was comparable to his mother's.

"Sister, what are you holding in your arms?"

"lute."

"Loquats? So many? Are you bringing them to school to share with others?"

"It's a pipa, a musical instrument."

"oh oh……"

Hua Yinyin pouted, took out a pack of wet wipes from her schoolbag, pulled one out and handed it to him: "Here, wipe your hands."

"Thank you sister."

"Want some candy?" Hua Yinyin took out another chocolate lollipop.

"My mom told me not to accept food from strangers, but the lady didn't seem like a bad person, so... thank you!" The little boy eagerly tore open the packaging and put it in his mouth, then said enviously, "Actually, I also want to learn a musical instrument, but my mom said we don't have the money, so I can't learn."