A Young Woman's Heart

At those times, Mo Xueyao would lie comfortably and enjoy the other person's hair-drying service.

“Teacher Qiu brought it in her private car.” Li Wanyan picked up the hairdryer and walked to Mo Xueyao’s side. “Haven’t I told you many times that you should dry your hair properly, otherwise it will split or become dry.”

"Yes, yes, yes... so I'd like to ask a professional hairstylist to help me dry my hair?"

Li Wanyan gently pinched her cheek and plugged in the hairdryer: "Turn your head a little."

"Okay~" Mo Xueyao drawled, lazily squinting her eyes. "I can actually ask Teacher Qiu to help me. I should have brought my electronic keyboard too... I used to practice every night, but I haven't practiced for several nights in the past few nights. Suddenly, I feel a bit itchy to practice..."

Perhaps the hairdryer was too loud, because Li Wanyan didn't hear what she said and therefore didn't respond.

I had just finished drying my hair when there was a knock on the door.

No, someone must have knocked on the door while I was drying my hair, but the sound of the hairdryer drowned it out.

"Xiaoyao~! Class monitor!" Wang Jiale's loud voice came from outside the door, "Aren't you—here—?"

"Squeak—" Li Wanyan put away the hair dryer and opened the door.

"Yes, I'm here to practice with Yinyin." Wang Jiale spun around, carrying his bass bag. "I brought it especially for you."

"You didn't all bring them, did you...?"

"Yes, it seems Youyou also asked Teacher Qiu to help her get the drum set." Wang Jiale blinked. "Didn't Xiaoyao know?"

"What?! How could I possibly know?! You didn't tell me!" Mo Xueyao shouted indignantly. "If you had told me, I definitely would have brought it with me!!"

"Huh? I thought Gin-chan would tell you. Could it be that other people think the same way, and then Gin-chan thought other people would tell you... so...?"

If that were the case, the misunderstanding would be far too ridiculous.

But upon closer reflection, it might not actually be an impossible thing.

"Is Youyou coming over later?"

"Youyou isn't coming over, is she? Her drum set won't fit, will it?" Wang Jiale placed his bass bag against the wall. "Actually, I just didn't want to waste time, so I brought it to practice. Where's Yinyin?"

"Taking a shower." Mo Xueyao pointed to the bathroom. The sound of water seemed to have stopped, but her humming hadn't stopped. If you listened carefully, you could also hear the sound of her pouring shower gel on herself and making foam.

"Yin~ Yin!" Wang Jiale knocked on the door. "Hurry up and take a shower!"

"Lele's here? Wait, almost done." Hua Yinyin replied. A moment later, the sound of water came from inside again. A few minutes later, she came out, drying her hair with a towel and complaining, "There are still a lot of people taking showers, aren't there? The water pressure is so low..."

"It's good enough that we can even wash at all." Mo Xueyao glanced at her sideways. "Yinyin, you didn't even tell me that we could bring musical instruments!"

"Huh? Didn't the others tell you?"

Mo Xueyao slapped Hua Yinyin's forehead, finally confirming that the situation was exactly as she had guessed.

"Let's not practice today? I feel so tired." Hua Yinyin found that there were no empty seats on the sofa, so she plopped down on the armrest, her long hair loose, and gently scratched Mo Xueyao's cheek.

"Let's watch TV together!" Wang Jiale squatted down in front of the somewhat old television and began to ponder.

While Li Wanyan was taking a shower, Hua Yinyin immediately sat down next to Mo Xueyao, taking up the 'best' spot.

"Little Yaoyao, put your legs here." Hua Yinyin patted her thigh. "Put them here, put them here."

"What are you doing..." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes and helplessly put her legs up on it.

This changed her posture from sitting normally to sitting sideways, giving her much more room to stretch out. With Hua Yinyin's thighs as a soft cushion, it was surprisingly comfortable.

"Hehehe~" Hua Yinyin excitedly hugged Mo Xueyao's thigh and rubbed it hard, "So comfortable, so comfortable..."

Faced with her daily 'abnormal' behavior, Mo Xueyao had lost the will to despise her. At this moment, Wang Jiale, who had been fiddling with the TV for a long time, finally found the plug at the bottom. After turning it on, he picked up the remote control and sat down on the sofa with her, and casually tickled the soles of her feet.

"Pfft, Lele, what's wrong!"

"Such pretty little feet, I can't help but want to tickle them! Is Xiaoyao ticklish?"

"It's...okay...stop scratching!"

"Okay, okay, I won't, I'm not Yin Yin." Wang Jiale teased, pressing the 'on' switch on the remote. "Let's see what channels we can receive here..."

This is a television set with an antenna. Unlike closed-circuit television, the clarity of the picture is somewhat related to the weather.

If it's raining heavily outside, the signal might be very poor, resulting in unclear images and even poor sound quality.

This is completely incomparable to CCTV; its only advantage is probably that there's no need to pay CCTV fees.

This type of TV works better in the city, since the signal strength is generally higher there. In rural areas, the quality of the channels received is poor and the number of channels available is also much smaller when you are far from the signal source.

"Sizzle sizzle—" At first, the TV screen was filled with static, producing only noise. Wang Jiale fiddled with the two TV antennas at the back, and the picture and sound gradually became clearer.

"It's similar to the black and white TVs in fruit shops, but it seems like receiving a signal isn't so difficult in the city," Mo Xueyao muttered, stretching her toes and adjusting to a more comfortable position.

"It seems like there aren't many channels..." Wang Jiale tried switching to a few channels, the clearest one was CCTV-1, and then there was a local TV channel from Tonglu.

Other games either have blurry images or stutter, making them feel less smooth.

This TV doesn't seem to serve much practical purpose; it feels more like a decoration.

"Phew... I guess I should practice the pipa after all." Hua Yinyin nestled on Mo Xueyao's lap. "Lele~ can you hold my pipa for me?"

"Can't you stand up by yourself?"

"No, I can't live without Yao Yao's big white legs."

"..."

Mo Xueyao and Wang Jiale exchanged a glance and remained silent for a moment.

The television was still on, and the local radio host spoke in dialect, which was very distinctive. However, the programs he hosted were not very interesting. The news programs were just about trivial matters, and the TV dramas were all about local stories.

Believe it or not, this kind of TV series is probably not easy to find, because it is probably only broadcast locally.

The TV volume was turned down considerably, and Hua Yinyin picked up her pipa and began practicing with Wang Jiale.

Hua Yinyin, who is proficient in stringed instruments, often points out her mistakes or areas where she could not do well enough during practice. Although Hua Yinyin always seems unserious, she can explain things in a simple and easy-to-understand way when she teaches, which greatly improves the efficiency of learning.

"This part only requires finger rolling; the goal is to perfectly convey a simple and profound feeling..."

"Uh-huh."

"And then, just now here..."

Without an electronic keyboard, Mo Xueyao could only watch longingly from the sidelines. At that moment, she wished she could fly home and bring the electronic keyboard over, rather than sit there so bored.

"Have you all finished showering?" Just then, the half-open door was gently pushed open, and Ye Wen peeked out from outside. "Are you practicing?"

"Hey Wen! Want to come over and play?" Wang Jiale waved to her. "Wen, you haven't heard any of our band's original compositions yet, have you?"

"What 'we'? I did it all by myself!" Hua Yinyin said, taking credit for it.

"Okay, by the way, I brought the violin."

"A zither?"

"Mo Xueyao didn't bring her own electronic keyboard, right? So I borrowed your teacher Qiu's, so you can practice together."

"Wow! That super expensive electronic keyboard?!" Mo Xueyao was so shocked that she stood up immediately.

"Yes, that's right, it's the black and red one."

"No...isn't that a bad idea...can I really use it? What if it breaks..." Mo Xueyao felt her legs trembling.

"It's okay, it's not that easy to break. Even if you accidentally break it, you don't have to pay for it." Ye Wen hugged the electronic keyboard from behind to the front. "Here, take it. The stand and the keyboard are in the bag."

"Is...is it really okay?" Mo Xueyao was still extremely nervous and apprehensive. "Um...it's okay if I don't practice these few days..."

"Of course you can!" Hua Yinyin helped Mo Xueyao take the electronic keyboard. "Little Yaoyao, try it out and see what a 'real' electronic keyboard is like!"

"Ugh, are you looking down on my own computer?" Mo Xueyao muttered in dissatisfaction, then quickly bowed slightly to Ye Wen, even her address becoming more respectful, "Thank you, Teacher Ye Wen!"

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Chapter Seventy: The Night Is Beautiful

Young people always have a special curiosity about new places.

The students were especially excited on their first night at the agricultural training base.

It was almost eight o'clock, but the student dormitory was still bustling with activity.

Eight o'clock in the countryside is already as quiet as ten o'clock in the city.

Those who went to bed early had already turned off their lights, and the stray dogs that roamed around during the day had now returned to their homes to guard their owners' houses at night.

The agricultural training base was filled with students strolling around. The security guard at the gate sighed, saying that even during the Spring Festival, it wasn't this lively. On ordinary days, when no one came, it was like a cemetery.

The countryside holds the memories of the older generation's youth.

As more and more young people move to the cities, these older generations seem to be abandoned by the times. Even if they try their best to run forward, they can't catch up with the train that is moving further and further away.

Having just taken a shower, Huang Yuxi sat alone on a bench in the corner, her gaze fixed on the dimly lit convenience store.

Zhou Yong wanted to go out to buy snacks, but found that his familiar classmates had all disappeared. So he simply called Huang Yuxi, who happened to be coming out of the teachers' apartment building to throw out the trash.

After a day's work, Huang Yuxi's frail body was extremely tired. He had originally planned to go to the convenience store with Zhou Yong, but when he got there, he suddenly felt dizzy and his mouth tasted bitter. The air he breathed in had a strange smell of paint.

So he told Zhou Yong that he wasn't feeling well and sat down on the bench to wait.

Perhaps it was because Li Hongran and the other boys had persuaded him to drink a few sips of beer during dinner...

Because Huang Yuxi has never drunk alcohol, and the doctor also said that his health is very poor, it is best not to drink any alcohol.

"Ugh..." He clutched his stomach in discomfort, feeling unwell all over. He couldn't help but clear his throat and slowly spit out a mouthful of thick saliva into the grass beside him.

Time passed, but Zhou Yong still hadn't come out of the convenience store, while Huang Yuxi wanted to lie down on her bed and get some rest.

It should be fine after one night.

His brows were furrowed, and his damp short hair clung to his cheeks.

"Xiao Xi." A surprised voice came, and then he felt a gentle pat on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw Sanhua Tongjue looking at him excitedly. "What a coincidence!"

"Hmm..." Huang Yuxi pinched her throat, swallowed, and gave a very forced smile.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Sanhua Tongjue's Chinese wasn't too bad to begin with, but she wasn't very good at speaking it. After a month, she could speak it quite fluently, but she still had a bit of an accent, and sometimes it felt like her tongue couldn't be completely straightened when she spoke.

"Hmm." Huang Yuxi took a deep breath, too exhausted to even force a smile.

"What happened?"

He really wanted to answer, but since he couldn't speak, he could only communicate by writing.