A Young Woman's Heart

"He's definitely awake. Do you think it's you who can sleep in until noon?"

"When have I ever slept past noon?!"

"Once..."

"Which time!"

The father and daughter bickered as they walked upstairs, attracting envious and curious glances from others.

Families where the father and daughter get along so well are actually quite rare.

Many parents like to put on airs in front of their children, especially those born in the 1950s and 60s.

Perhaps when the post-80s generation grows up, the family atmosphere in society will be better, but certainly not now.

Mo Xueyao pushed open the door to the ward first and found that another guest had arrived, with the bed next to the door.

He was muttering words that no one could understand, and the IV drip bottle had the words "hangover cure" written on it in small print.

It seems this guy was hospitalized because of drinking...

To end up in the hospital from drinking, how much alcohol must one have consumed?

And he was an old man, who looked to be at least seventy or eighty years old.

He drank so much alcohol, and none of his family members accompanied him.

Or rather... to drink so much alcohol and not develop any other symptoms, one's body is truly remarkably healthy.

"Yaoyao, godfather." Li Wanyan was sitting on the hospital bed reading a book, not one of the romance novels Mo Xueyao had brought, but some study materials.

Even when she's not in class, she's still trying to learn on her own.

Mo Xueyao was absolutely certain that her self-study efficiency was not much lower than that of attending classes at school—at least in the short term.

"Wanyan, you're being discharged today! Let me help you pack. We're leaving soon," Mo Xueyao said excitedly. These past few days without Li Wanyan by her side had made her feel like something was missing.

Only children are not incapable of enduring loneliness, but after living with their peers for a year, they find it difficult to adapt to the life where they were the only child in their family.

"okay."

"How's your hand?" the father asked with a smile.

"I feel much better."

"Well, you don't need to wrap it up so tightly now, but you still need to continue applying the medicine and keeping your wrist wrapped." The father touched the cigarette behind his ear. "I'm going to handle the bed cancellation procedures. The driver will have to come over later to give me the money and then take the invoice to the insurance company for reimbursement. It might take a while. You two can wait in the ward for now."

"Ah."

"Then I'll pack my things while I'm at it." Mo Xueyao was rummaging through the drawers.

When I arrived, the bedside tables on both sides were empty, but now they are filled with all sorts of items, mostly gifts from everyone.

For example, the chocolates that Hua Yinyin sent last time are lying here quietly.

Although Li Wanyan is usually very serious and not approachable at all, perhaps because Mo Xueyao is close to her, or perhaps because everyone respects and loves this class monitor, quite a few people came to visit her after they learned about this incident. Almost half of the class came, including both boys and girls.

"How's your week of duty going?" Li Wanyan asked softly as she watched Mo Xueyao tidy up her things.

Mo Xueyao was putting the snacks that wouldn't easily break at the bottom of the bag when she heard Li Wanyan ask. She looked up and thought for a moment before replying, "There shouldn't be any problems with our class's weekly duty, right? Xiaoxue is in charge. It's just that being the appearance inspector is really tiring. Not only do you have to keep an eye on people, but it's also easy to offend others."

"Just focus on your own work, don't worry about anything else."

"Of course I know, but the key is my partner—Duanmu Ji. This guy is like a silent gourd, and also very stubborn. He stops anyone who violates the rules, and then he doesn't say anything. I have to be the one to negotiate... He's like an automatic interception robot."

“That’s very much his style.” Li Wanyan nodded gently and put the textbook in her hand aside.

Mo Xueyao had already packed the snacks into a large bag, and then put items such as textbooks, novels, and cassette tapes into another bag: "Wanyan, have you finished reading these three books?"

"finish watching."

"What kind of story is it? I glanced at it, and it seems to be all about love and romance."

"Well, only one of them is relatively good."

"What did he say?"

"It tells the story of a girl who is about to die and decides to embark on a journey before she dies, but ultimately dies during the journey."

"Oh, is that the book 'The Last Journey of Life'?"

"Ah."

"Hey, is it good? I'll take a look later."

"What that book is trying to express is probably to let readers cherish every day, even the most ordinary and mundane day, because these are the things that only the living can enjoy in life."

"It sounds so depressing, I guess I'd better not watch it..." Mo Xueyao coughed twice. "I prefer stories that are a little happier and lighter, but not the kind that are too mindless."

"Hmm." Li Wanyan didn't offer any comment, but simply watched quietly as she organized the things one by one.

After tidying up, Mo Xueyao chatted with her about recent events at school; it was almost 1 p.m.

Both of them felt a bit hungry when the father pushed open the door and came in. He smelled strongly of smoke, clearly indicating that he had smoked quite a bit while chatting with others.

"Are you done?"

"Alright, alright, I've already asked your mother to cook. Let's go back now, hmm—" The father squinted at the window, "The rain has stopped, let's go."

"Can Wanyan walk by herself?" Mo Xueyao asked with some concern.

"I only hurt my hand." Li Wanyan glanced at her helplessly, implying that her leg was fine!

"Wanyan, sit in the back later. The seats there are spacious."

"it is good."

The van started up again, but this time there was one more person going back.

Li Wanyan awkwardly rolled down the car window with her left hand, letting the breeze outside, carrying a little moisture, brush against her face.

It was the first time she had truly felt how fresh the air was outside and how peaceful and beautiful the world was.

Perhaps only those who have come close to death can truly cherish the seemingly ordinary moments in everyday life.

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Chapter 108 Writing with the Left Hand

During Monday's long break, Hua Yinyin came to find Mo Xueyao to go to the toilet together. Mo Xueyao turned around and was about to call Li Wanyan when she found her writing crookedly with her left hand.

"Wanyan?"

"Ah."

Can you write with your left hand?

"Barely." Li Wanyan looked at the words she had written. "I'll get better with more practice."

"Hmm... this is all we can do until my right hand recovers." Mo Xueyao examined it carefully for a few moments, then couldn't help but laugh, "Pfft, cough..."

"What's wrong."

"Ah, it doesn't feel like Wanyan's handwriting at all."

"Ah."

"Like what Liu Xiaowei wrote."

"Achoo!" Liu Xiaowei, who was standing up at the back of the classroom, sneezed loudly. "Damn it, who's talking about me behind my back?"

"It's crooked and twisted like an earthworm," Hua Yinyin commented.

"There's nothing I can do, it's my left hand after all." But Mo Xueyao defended her, "Wanyan, are you going to the restroom?"

"You guys go ahead, I want to practice some more."

Li Wanyan's seriousness and hard work are beyond doubt.

Perhaps, she still lacks a sense of security.

They were afraid that if their grades dropped, they would no longer receive care from others.

Mo Xueyao kept these words to herself and did not ask them aloud.

Sometimes, playing dumb is the best approach.

Asking too many questions makes things less pleasant.

Although Li Wanyan had no need to worry about this at all.

But even if she said that, it wouldn't make a difference; many things can only be shown through actions—and so is a sense of security.

Time continued to flow, and soon it was the fourth period. With lunch break approaching, many students were looking forward to it, as it was the longest break of the day.

Besides, people always need something to look forward to, whether it's rest or food, otherwise life would be too unbearable.

Even Mo Xueyao would feel a little bit of anticipation as the fourth period was about to end.

"Oh, by the way, your teacher Ye Wen told me that someone is going to the cafeteria early, right?" Wan Jianlei put down the chalk, turned to the students in their seats and asked, "There are still ten minutes until get out of class ends, class monitor, let them go first."

Although Li Wanyan's right hand is temporarily unusable, she still took over Mr. Xue's work after arriving today, and the duty roster was also handed to her.

What surprised Mo Xueyao the most was that she could name those students without even looking at them: "Yes, it's Leng Feng and Fang Wenqing."

"You two can go eat first, you still have to do inspections later, right?" Wan Jianlei waved his hand at them. "Anyway, we won't be talking about anything new, so I'll just tell the others some little political stories."

Wan Jianlei continued his lecture, while Fang Wenqing and Leng Feng left the classroom through the back door.

They are responsible for checking the leftover food in the cafeteria. It's not that throwing away leftover food is not allowed, but if any student throws away leftover food after only a few bites, even if there is nothing wrong with the food, it will be noted and points will be deducted.

This is to avoid excessive waste of food in the cafeteria.

In fact, even if a student eats half of the food, the staff on duty will not make things difficult for them.

The advantage of this job is that I can eat ten minutes earlier, and I don't have to queue or fight for seats with students from other classes.

The most interesting thing about this pair is that Fang Wenqing is a boy, while Leng Feng is a girl, and Leng Feng, being a girl, is even taller than Fang Wenqing...

"You've all heard the saying, 'It doesn't matter if a cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat,' right?" Wan Jianlei asked the students below the stage, leaning leisurely against the blackboard.

"We know—" an enthusiastic student shouted.

"So do you know who said that?"