A Young Woman's Heart

"So, do you like it? There's a little bell here too. You can hang it up if you like, or string a red string through it for Yaoyao to wear if you don't."

"Ugh, I don't want to wear anything."

"Yan Yan hasn't even said she'd wear it for you yet!" the mother said irritably. "You're such a chatterbox."

"whispering sound--"

Li Wanyan smiled slightly and said, "Let Yaoyao wear it."

"Ugh? This is so annoying."

"This bell is also pure silver, so don't lose it," her mother instructed. "I'll string it on with a red string for you later. If you don't like wearing it, keep it safe yourself. My friend had it blessed by a master at Lingyin Temple."

"Oh dear, Lingyin Temple again? I'm going to be Ji Gong again!"

"Are you looking for a beating?" The mother made a gesture as if to take out her slippers, but the latter made a face and immediately ran away.

"Thank you, godmother."

"I'm glad you like it."

"I really like it." Li Wanyan smiled so brightly in front of Mo Xueyao's mother for the first time. She smiled and then lowered her head, wiping the corner of her eye. "Can I wear it now?"

"Of course you can. Come on, Yan Yan, stretch out your right hand and I'll put it on for you."

"Hmm... my right hand?"

"Yes, it should be worn on the right hand."

"Don't make her wound worse," her father's voice came through the phone.

"Don't worry, wearing a bracelet wouldn't reopen the wound! Besides, Yan Yan's injury has already healed." The mother glanced at the father with a hint of annoyance, then turned to Li Wan Yan and said gently, "Let me tell you, Yan Yan, this bracelet is very special. First, the silver was obtained by my mother, who is Yao Yao's maternal grandmother. Then I took it to a professional silversmith to be made into a bracelet. After that, I took it to the temple and had the master place it in front of the Buddha statue and chant sutras every morning for seven consecutive days to be considered successfully consecrated..."

"Why do you always do such superstitious things?" the father teased.

"What do you know? This is just for good luck, okay?" The mother rolled her eyes. "You and your daughter are the same. Keep quiet. Nobody thinks you're mute!"

"Dad, it seems we've formed a united front again."

"Hey, when did we stop being on the same side?"

"Hehe!" The father and daughter smiled at each other, filling the entire fruit shop with a cheerful atmosphere.

"In short, wearing the bracelet can protect you and keep you safe. Wearing it on your right hand can also prevent the injury from recurring. In short, it's not that I'm superstitious, I just want good luck."

“I know,” Li Wanyan said understandingly.

"Anyway, if you feel uncomfortable, just put it away like Yao Yao did. Here, this box is perfect for you to put your bracelet in."

"Yes, I will wear it."

"Sigh, look at you, Yaoyao, Yanyan is so much better. Why don't I have such a well-behaved and sensible daughter!"

"Tch, how could someone like you possibly raise a well-behaved and sensible daughter?"

What do you mean?

"It's nothing special~" Mo Xueyao snorted, and her father next to her whistled for her.

"What are you two doing, ganging up on me? Are you trying to bully me? Let me tell you, Yan Yan is also on my side!"

“That’s perfect, two against two, you won’t be at a disadvantage.” Mo Xueyao nodded.

Her mother raised her eyelids and glared at her, then strung the bell on the red string and put it in the small cloth bag that originally held the bell: "Take it, if you don't like wearing it, just put it away yourself."

"Can I hang it up?"

"Hang it up? Where do you want to hang it?"

"For example, hanging it on... a backpack? An electronic keyboard? Something like that..."

"This is pure silver, you spendthrift girl, don't mess with it."

"Yes, yes, yes... I understand—then I'll wear it on my ankle." Mo Xueyao suddenly had a whimsical idea, and the image of Hua Yinyin instantly popped into her mind.

"You want to wear it on your ankle? That's fine too." Her mother glanced at her sideways.

"What, do you think I don't know how to wear it?"

"If you actually wore it, you might be even more—"

Before her mother could finish speaking, Mo Xueyao took off her shoes, hung the red string around her ankle, and then tightened it with an elastic band to make it fit perfectly.

"What else do you want?" she asked smugly, swinging her left foot.

"...It's going to be boring." The mother chuckled. "Alright, I'm not going to waste any more time with you. I have to cook."

"I'll help."

"No need, Yan Yan, you should rest. Yao Yao, come and help!"

"I'm not helping you, you go do it yourself!"

"You brat!"

"Anyway, you'll complain that I'm more of a hindrance than a help when I come."

"You're quite self-aware, aren't you?"

"Of course." Mo Xueyao straightened her chest and then bent down to put on her shoes.

This is a real bell, the kind that makes a sound. As Mo Xueyao moves, it emits a clear, not noisy, sound.

Su Tang seemed to find it interesting and came over to fiddle with it a few times.

"Sutang, stop fooling around, go play somewhere else—" Mo Xueyao pushed away its chubby cat face, "If you fall, Mom will stew you and eat you!"

"Is your mother a female demon?" the mother asked, both amused and exasperated.

"Hmm, more or less?"

Amidst the laughter and chatter, the sound of bells jingling on Mo Xueyao's ankles could also be heard.

The sound of gently shaking the bell is surprisingly addictive...

At dinner, Lu Chengyuan also came over for a visit. She brought a large bowl of lamb spine hot pot, saying that she had cooked too much at home and couldn't finish it, so she brought it over to share.

"Cheng Yuan, have you eaten yet?" her mother asked politely.

"Of course I've eaten... You guys eat, I can't eat anymore." Lu Chengyuan avoided the adults' gazes, darted to Mo Xueyao's side, and whispered in her ear, "Xiaoyao, have you done your homework?"

"What homework?"

"A weekly journal."

“…Weekly journal?” Mo Xueyao was taken aback. “When will we have weekly journals?”

"Hmm... is it homework assigned the day before the school sports meet?"

"Huh—" Mo Xueyao hurriedly rummaged through Li Wanyan's schoolbag, because only she was still recording every assignment the teacher had given.

After opening the home-school communication book, Mo Xueyao indeed found the content about the weekly journal in the Chinese homework.

Write three weekly journal entries, any topic, at least 800 words each.

"Ah...! Oh no, I didn't write a single word!" Mo Xueyao scratched her head.

"Hey, Xiaoyao didn't write either?" Lu Chengyuan exclaimed as if she had found her people. "Are you going to write or not?"

"I need to write 2,400 words... I... wait, I have my Crispy Sugar Diary to hand in..." In a sudden turn of events, Mo Xueyao smiled broadly.

"Huh?" Lu Chengyuan, on the other hand, had probably lost a comrade-in-arms. "Let me copy this~!"

"Ah... well, that probably won't work, right? It's obviously plagiarized..."

"why?"

"Hmm...look..."

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Chapter 133 Individual Seating Changes

November 6, 2000. The weekend was over, and it was Monday morning again.

The Monday morning meeting had just ended, and Mo Xueyao had barely settled into her seat when Ye Wen knocked on the window next to her.

"Awen, what's wrong?" Mo Xueyao asked first.

"Xiaoyao, you and Lu Bolun switch places."

"Huh?" She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered something: Wang Jiale had said that she had broken up with Lü Bolun.

One of them must have gone to Ye Wen to tell her they wanted to change seats, otherwise a teacher like Ye Wen, who doesn't oppose students dating early, wouldn't actively break up a couple—unless both of their grades have dropped significantly.

"You can just move the table and chairs over there; that would be more convenient."

"Uh... now?"

"Yes, hurry up, the first class is about to start."

"Okay, okay..." Mo Xueyao quickly put her schoolbag on her back and stuffed the textbooks on her desk back into the drawer.

"What's wrong?" Lu Chengyuan, who was sitting diagonally behind Mo Xueyao, poked her back.

“Awen asked me to switch places with Lu Bolun.”

"Huh—? Is she finally going to break up this couple?"

"Uh...you didn't know?"

"what?"

"They've already broken up..."

"Oh, no wonder." Lu Chengyuan nodded thoughtfully.

Mo Xueyao slapped her forehead, feeling like she might have said something wrong. Lu Chengyuan didn't know about this, did that mean Wang Jiale and Lü Bolun didn't want to tell anyone?

But... eventually everyone will find out.

After speaking with Mo Xueyao, Ye Wen went to tell Lü Bolun the same thing. He glanced back and immediately started packing his things.

Wang Jiale breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Mo Xueyao, and winked playfully.