A Young Woman's Heart

"How about making it cylindrical?"

"No, no, round shapes waste space. Polygons would be better, but I'll think about it later."

"Oh right, Dad, do you need some design drawings?"

“Design drawings? Hah—cough—pui!” The father spat on the trash can next to him, which landed on a stray dog ​​rummaging through the trash. The dog was so angry that it barked and chased after the dog for dozens of meters.

"Yes, I can draw with my classmates at school."

"Hey, this is pretty good."

"Dad, don't come over here, or I'll throw up all over myself."

"Hi hi hi."

Why imitate the Japanese?

"You've watched too many anti-Japanese war films," Father chuckled playfully. "Pretty girls, really pretty!"

"How much is the budget?"

"Of course, the cheaper the better, let's save some money... Hmm, the living room should be tiled, and the large and small rooms should be wooden. This is the most popular decorating style right now."

"It must be very expensive."

"There should be some cheaper options... I'll ask how to lay the wooden planks later—I know how to lay tiles, it's pretty much the same as laying marble anyway."

"You seem much more awake now?"

"With the wind blowing like this, how could I not be sober... Ah? Haha..." the father laughed loudly, "We won't replace the furniture at home, let's save some money."

"Yes, a simple renovation will suffice. Most of the furniture in the house, like the bed and the table, is fine and there's no need to replace them."

Should we get a sofa in the living room?

Can you let it go?

"Why can't I fit it in? Hmm... I'll buy a smaller one... or just get a new LCD TV that can be mounted on the wall to save space."

"A waste of money."

"You're just like your mother."

"Why replace it if it's still usable? We can just renovate and buy these things later."

"Hahaha, you say the exact same thing, no wonder you're mother and daughter!" the father laughed, patting the tricycle.

Mo Xueyao glanced at him sideways: "Then, can I choose the color of the room's wall paint?"

"Wall paint color? Of course." The father shifted his position, now basically lying down. "What color do you want?"

"Hmm... how about the blue one?"

"Blue? That's too cold."

"What color is it?"

"Green?"

"Green? Do you think it's a mailbox?"

"It's not that dark green, it's a light green, like the color of grass. Hey, this one must be good."

"How about the walls are green, and the ceiling is painted blue?"

Why don't you just say you'll get the whole starry sky?

"Sure!" Mo Xueyao readily agreed. "If you can make it, I'll take it!"

"Hey, you've got a lot of requirements. Okay, I'll see if I can get one for you."

I guess every child dreams of being able to choose the color of their own room's walls.

Mo Xueyao had a dream since she was a child: she wanted her room's ceiling to have a starry sky pattern so that she could look up and see a sky full of stars, which would be especially beautiful.

White walls are just too monotonous...

When she was little, she even used crayons to paint a large section of her room blue so that she could 'DIY' her own room. Her parents gave her a severe beating when they came home that day, and she still remembers it vividly.

It seems inevitable that a child's room will have some scribbles or graffiti on the walls from the time they grow up.

"By the way, how about making my room Japanese-style, with tatami mats? That way I can put more things there, sleep in it, and it'll be more spacious. But it'll probably cost a lot of money, right? After all, it has to be custom-made..."

Before Mo Xueyao could finish speaking, she heard her father snoring beside her.

"Hey, hey, no way, Dad, you're just asleep like that?"

This time, he was truly asleep.

Li Wanyan turned her head and glanced at the scene, then said softly, "We're almost there."

"Yes, Wanyan, you've worked hard."

"Doesn't Yaoyao dislike such formalities?"

"Hehe...cough...this isn't just being polite, it's called...concern!"

Li Wanyan pursed her lips, keeping what she wanted to say to herself.

The three of them arrived at their apartment building, and the two girls worked together to carry the grown man upstairs.

Because he was already asleep, he couldn't take a shower. Fortunately, he didn't vomit today and his clothes weren't dirty, so Mo Xueyao laid out a blanket for him and put him on the living room floor.

"Wanyan, will our class be putting on a performance for the New Year's Day arts festival?"

"Yes, it is necessary."

"You'll take responsibility?"

“Of course it wasn’t me.” Li Wanyan shook her head, then suddenly frowned. “It was you.”

"Huh? I need to practice!"

"We'll see what the teacher says then." She covered her mouth and yawned. "Go take a bath."

"You seem much more tired than me, you go ahead and take a shower."

"Then let's shower together."

"Alas--?"

Li Wanyan lowered her head, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Alright, I'll go wash up first."

"Hmm, hurry up and wash, haha..." Mo Xueyao, who rarely stays up late, also yawned and sat down in the living room chair to wait.

The sound of running water in the bathroom had a hypnotic effect, causing her to yawn several times in a row. Luckily, she didn't fall asleep before Li Wanyan came out.

By the time the two of them finished washing up and returned to bed, it was already past 1 a.m.

The starry sky outside the window was still dazzling. Two soft white clouds embraced each other, merging into one and becoming a larger cloud.

The cloud obscured the moonlight, prompting Mo Xueyao to wave her hand as if a strong wind would blow it away.

Li Wanyan moved closer to Mo Xueyao and pulled her right hand out from under her.

"Oops, I pressed on it again?"

"Hmm, it's okay, go to sleep..." Her voice was so sleepy that Mo Xueyao didn't even hear the last "go"—or perhaps she wasn't asleep, but Mo Xueyao had fallen asleep first and therefore didn't hear what came after.

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Chapter 181 The Last Day of November (Part 1)

2000 11 Month 30 Day.

After today, we will enter the last month of this year—according to the Gregorian calendar.

However, today is just an ordinary Thursday. The only thing that makes people feel a little hopeful is that "tomorrow is Friday."

It was an ordinary morning. Mo Xueyao held a cup of pine needle tea and sipped it slowly, feeling as if she had already entered old age ahead of time.

She wasn't the only one in the band room; Wang Jiale and Yu Shu were also there.

The former was tending to his pink bass, while the latter was uploading videos from his camera's memory card to his computer's hard drive.

Yes, the band room now has computers too. We applied for this through the homeroom teacher, and after a long approval process, it was finally approved yesterday. We moved in a somewhat old and bulky desktop computer.

The computers in the school's computer lab weren't replaced all at once, but in batches. This one is from the oldest batch and is still the one that hasn't been replaced yet.

Next year, it will also be removed from the school's computer lab, which is why it was able to be approved and transferred to the Snow Music Band for use.

It originally used Windows 95, but now it's 2000. Although its hardware configuration hasn't been upgraded, the system has been updated to Windows 98. It seems to run smoothly, only occasionally becoming sluggish.

However, it's sufficient for storing videos and doing some simple editing.

Since video editing is involved, sound is essential, so two brand-new speakers were placed on either side of the monitor. The band members pooled their money to buy them; the sound quality didn't matter, as long as it was clear.

Mo Xueyao actually really wanted to have a computer, because there are already some games that can be played on computers. She can rent some game discs at the audio-visual store, some are domestic and some are foreign. Every time she goes there, she is very tempted. However, the price of a computer is too high. Only schools or some large institutions and companies can afford it. The high price of about 10,000 yuan is really not something that ordinary people can afford.

So she settled for a handheld game console, the kind Gao Yuan often played.

But the road to saving money is still long, and by the time I can afford it, I'll probably have to graduate from high school...

"Wow, why are you still sitting here!" Mo Zhuyou rushed into the band room, panting with one hand on her knee.

"What's wrong? Why are you so late today, Youyou?" Mo Xueyao asked, looking at the backpack she was carrying.

"Something terrible has happened!!"

"What important matter?"

"We'll find out when we get down there! Let's go!" Mo Zhuyou threw down her schoolbag and urged them on.

"Why the rush?" Mo Xueyao was a little puzzled, but it seemed like it was no small matter.

"Let's go, let's go see what's going on!" Wang Jiale was quite interested in this kind of thing and stood up without any hesitation.

Mo Xueyao shook her head helplessly, and then called Yu Shu over. The group of girls ran downstairs.

A group of students were gathered in the lobby of the main teaching building. Many of them hadn't even put down their backpacks and were just watching from the side, as if they had all forgotten to go upstairs.

"Hey, Liu Xiaowei!" Mo Xueyao spotted the disheveled boy immediately. "Have you finished your homework? Why are you just watching the show?"

"Damn it, this is bad!" Liu Xiaowei hurriedly turned around and ran upstairs, while Mo Xueyao, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but smile smugly.