A Young Woman's Heart

It was like a school field trip in elementary school.

Autumn outings seem to only happen in elementary school and kindergarten; after junior high school, schools never organize autumn outings again.

This also allowed students to rediscover some of their past memories.

Mo Xueyao sat by the window, with Li Wanyan behind her and Hua Yinyin beside her.

Actually, Li Wanyan should have been sitting next to her, but Hua Yinyin insisted on competing with her, so the 'class monitor' naturally didn't bother arguing with her and gave her the seat.

However, Mo Xueyao wasn't worried. Anyway, Hua Yinyin was only energetic at the beginning. When she sat in the back, she got carsick and wouldn't have time to 'tease' her.

"Little Yaoyao, look, look! There are two dogs mating! They both look like they're both male!" As soon as the car started moving, Hua Yinyin excitedly pointed out the window, just like a primary school student on an autumn outing.

However, her focus is anything but typical of a primary school student.

"Little Yaoyao! Can you open the window a little wider?"

"Little Yaoyao, look over there! Oh dear, it's gone."

"What...?"

"Little Yao Yao's thighs feel so good, hehehe..."

"Ugh...it hurts so much..."

Sure enough, just half an hour into the drive, Hua Yinyin lay pale-faced on her lap, looking like she was about to vomit.

"Please don't throw up on me..."

"Hmm..." She didn't even have the strength to argue anymore. She just blinked weakly and then closed her eyes again.

"By the way, Yinyin, your period should be earlier than mine, right?"

"Um... I... February, Xiaoyao... January."

"Well, so you should be considered my cousin."

"Eek." Hua Yinyin pouted. "Trying to take advantage of me... Little Yaoyao, um... uh..."

"Alright, alright, stop talking and get some sleep," Mo Xueyao quickly said, afraid that she might actually throw up on her the next second.

Falling asleep will greatly alleviate the motion sickness.

Mo Xueyao wasn't very good at riding in a car either. Although she was better than Hua Yinyin, she often had to rely on sleeping or looking at the scenery outside the window to distract herself.

She raised her hand and patted the back of the seat, and Li Wanyan, who was sitting in the back, immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"Wanyan, open the second largest pocket in my backpack and give me the tape recorder."

"Where are the headphones?"

"Ah, yes, I want some too."

After a rustling sound of rummaging, Li Wanyan handed her the tape recorder and headphones.

Mo Xueyao put on her headphones and then pressed the button on the cassette player. A melody with a touch of autumnal melancholy slowly began to play.

This is a new cassette tape; she got it from her godfather.

The music inside is all soothing, mainly cello, with a deep and elegant tone, perfect for listening to while traveling by car. Combined with the colorful fallen leaves outside the window, it adds a touch of autumn charm.

The bus gradually left the city roads and entered the relatively open national highway.

The surrounding scenery began to become monotonous, possessing a hypnotic power that made Mo Xueyao's upper and lower eyelids droop.

A bold sparrow flew right up to the bus window and ran alongside it, seemingly trying to outrun the cold, steel behemoth.

It persisted for a full minute before slowly subsiding, its chirping sounds seeming to express its dissatisfaction.

Mo Xueyao tilted her head and finally fell asleep against the car window.

Li Wanyan was worried that she would stick her head out while sleeping, so she stood up and pulled the car window inward a little, leaving only a gap for ventilation.

"Wanyan is so thoughtful." Sitting next to her, Mo Xiao smiled and covered her mouth with her hand.

Today, Mo Zhuyou unusually didn't sit with her, but went to play with Ai Xiuer instead. No one knows how the two of them became friends; perhaps it was because of their various divination games.

Even knowing that these so-called divinations are only for reference, girls still find it hard to resist the temptation of 'predicting the future'.

When girls buy magazines, they often like to flip to the pages with future predictions or personality tests and spend a lot of time calculating them. If the results are bad, they might actually worry for a while.

Li Wanyan bit her lip, avoiding Mo Xiaoxiao's gaze, and simply gave a faint "hmm".

The location for agricultural training was quite a distance from the school; it took an hour to drive just over halfway there.

The bus was much quieter than it had been at the beginning; many people had fallen asleep, except for a few boys in the front who were still chatting enthusiastically about all sorts of things.

If you listen carefully, you'll find that these high school students are actually seriously discussing international affairs and armed forces.

Indeed, military affairs are something that almost every boy would like.

Strategizing and winning battles from afar—just thinking about it gets my blood pumping—although when they actually go to the battlefield, they're basically just ordinary soldiers charging at the front lines.

Aishuer and Mozhuyou were still whispering to each other, talking about superstitious things. At this moment, they were discussing the topic of 'why the soul becomes a ghost after death'.

The bus seemed to have entered a side road, a road where no other vehicles had been seen for a long time.

Only the buses from Yukong High School formed a long line and slowly drove forward.

Ahead was a low hill.

The bus began its more slow ascent.

They expanded their territory, circling around and around.

The road is not wide; it can only barely allow two cars to pass side by side.

Just then, a car came from the opposite direction, causing the bus to slow down even further, while the car carefully passed by, hugging the edge of the road.

Neat tea fields line both sides of the road, where tea farmers are busy picking the last of the tea leaves, and many young people who have returned home for the holidays are helping out.

Perhaps the reason we weren't able to finish harvesting before was because we didn't have enough manpower?

The bus finally reached the top of the mountain, but this was not the end, because the downhill road was the most difficult to drive.

Mo Xueyao was jolted awake by the series of turns. She squinted and pressed the cassette tape again, letting it continue playing from the other side.

A man picking tea leaves glanced at the bus and was immediately drawn to Mo Xueyao's blue eyes.

He stared blankly until the bus drove away, then suddenly snapped out of his daze.

Mo Xueyao also witnessed this scene. For some reason, she felt a little proud of her charm, and at the same time, she was glad that although she had to have surgery to become a real girl, she was still pretty enough, otherwise she didn't know what kind of problems she would have encountered.

She had heard from the doctor that there are many intersex people who look completely like men on the outside, but are women on the inside, and that surgery is the most painful for these people.

Even after surgery, it's difficult to change one's appearance. Some people have large bone structures, so no matter how much plastic surgery they undergo, they won't look like a woman.

And how can someone with a man's face possibly lead a normal female life?

Someone as lucky as Mo Xueyao is one in a hundred, if not one in ten thousand.

So for a while at the beginning, she kept using this to comfort herself.

At least she's a girl, and a pretty one at that; that alone should be enough.

After waking up in the car, her drowsiness dissipated considerably. She didn't fall asleep for the rest of the journey, and just kept watching the scenery until she reached her destination.

Unlike the place where we went for military training, this is a plain. Although there are mountains in the distance, they all seem very low.

In front of the open space where the bus was parked was a lake reflecting the blue sky, and next to the farmland where we had come from, there was a winding stream.

"Alright, alright, everyone get off the bus!" Ye Wen clapped her hands vigorously in front of the bus. "Wake up, everyone get off the bus!"

"Yaoyao, wake up."

"Hmm, I'm awake." Mo Xueyao responded to Li Wanyan, then tugged at Hua Yinyin's braid, "Yinyin, wake up."

"Mmm... Little Yao Yao's drool... tastes good..."

"..." Mo Xueyao shook her body vigorously with a speechless expression, finally waking her up.

"Ugh... I feel dizzy... I feel like throwing up...!" Hua Yinyin mumbled in a daze.

"You've gotten off the bus."

"Get off the bus... Oh... I'm getting off the bus... Little Yaoyao, pull me up, I can't stand up..."

Mo Xueyao had no choice but to grab her hand and pull her up from her seat, but the latter grabbed her arm and refused to let go.

"Are you a piece of chewing gum... always sticking to me..."

In the end, the two got off the bus together.

Hua Yinyin finally recovered a little, but she felt even worse than when she was in a daze.

When she saw someone vomiting next to the trash can, she couldn't help but run over and vomit as well.

There are about ten students in each grade who get nauseous on buses. Although there are several trash cans available, it's still quite a sight to see them vomiting around them...

Mo Xueyao rubbed her temples and turned her head away. She hadn't felt anything at first, but after seeing it, she felt a little nauseous.

If she kept watching, she probably wouldn't be able to hold back her vomiting.

"Hoo-ha-" After taking a few deep breaths, she finally recovered.

The air here is much fresher than in the city. Although it is a plain with farmland everywhere, there are still quite a few trees.

As you can see, the houses here are built in a very uniform manner, and the surrounding area is also very clean, so it seems to be a place specifically for students to learn about agriculture.

It might be suitable for military training, but training requires a space, and the open space here isn't large enough.

Li Wanyan handed over the water glass, the lid already unscrewed.

Mo Xueyao took a few gulps and then let out a long sigh of relief, looking refreshed: "Ah—that feels so much better!"

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Chapter Sixty-Four: Going to Learn Farming (Part Two)

When talking about learning agriculture, people always think of the educated youth going to the countryside movement of the same era.

At that time, educated youth were sent to the countryside, either voluntarily or involuntarily, and primary and junior high school students were also required to go to the countryside every year to learn farming.

Only after experiencing farming can one truly appreciate the value of food—this is probably the starting point.