A Young Woman's Heart

"Really? I think it's Yin Yin. Would Lele do that too?"

"Lele is more childish."

"What will Yin Yin be like?"

Li Wanyan hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked to Mo Xueyao's side, hugged her right arm, and rested her face on her shoulder, a slight blush like peach blossoms rising on her fair face: "Like this?"

"Ah...it seems that's really true?" Mo Xueyao scratched her head. "Yeah...Yinyin just likes to stick to others..."

"Mmm." Li Wanyan let go of her hand.

Mo Xueyao snapped her fingers silently: "By the way, where's Mr. Xue? Is this right?"

As she spoke, she put her hands in her pockets and walked downstairs leisurely.

Li Wanyan shook her head: "He wouldn't deliberately put his hands in his pockets."

"What should it be like?"

"Just go down normally?"

"Is it really that unoriginal?"

"What's important is temperament."

“Ah, this one looks just like it, right? Nora’s pose as she comes down the mountain!” Mo Xueyao said, crossing her arms as if supporting something, and then strutting like a model.

"It has a unique charm."

"Right, right!" So the conversation turned into imitating all sorts of people around them, "And if Dad were to come down the mountain, it would probably be like this!"

As she spoke, she put one hand in her pocket and the other hand patted the inside pocket of her jacket, pretending to pull a cigarette from a pack, put it in her mouth, and then, half-closing her eyes, pulled a non-existent lighter from her pocket, even making a sound effect for it—

"Click-clack".

At this point, the lighter should have lit the cigarette. She then put the 'lighter' back in her pocket, held the cigarette between her index and middle fingers, took a deep breath, and finally flicked off the ash – a perfect finishing touch.

Guess who it is?

"Godfather".

"It's Dad!" Mo Xueyao chuckled. "Wanyan, want to imitate one too?"

Li Wanyan's steps faltered for a moment, and it took her a few steps to regain her original rhythm. Then she raised her arms, and her two palms trembled freely with her body—looking like a puppy standing up.

Then, proceed cautiously, step by step, down the path.

"Ah, it's Ye Banxia!!" Mo Xueyao was stunned for a few seconds before suddenly slamming her fist into her palm.

"Correct."

"Xiaxia gets a little scared every time she goes down a big flight of stairs, hahaha—"

The way down the mountain wasn't boring; sunflower seed shells littered the ground.

"We shouldn't be considered littering, right? Sunflower seed shells can turn into fertilizer if you throw them in the soil." Mo Xueyao thought of the newly installed trash cans down the mountain.

“No,” Li Wanyan replied, agreeing with her.

For older people, going down the mountain is the most painful thing, but for young people, there is no such worry.

Knee pain?

If you only run down the mountain occasionally, you won't feel anything or have any aftereffects. On the contrary, you'll feel refreshed and walk briskly.

Moreover, people are strange; it is actually eight- or nine-year-old children who climb mountains with the most ease and do not feel tired at all. They can even run up and down as if they have endless energy.

As you get older, you'll find going up and down mountains increasingly tiring.

When I passed by the Niangniang Temple again, the gate was already closed, and the place was deserted, with only the crows in the trees cawing strangely.

As darkness fell, the hillside appeared eerie.

Because there are many graves along this mountain path.

In the dim light of the setting sun, the branches seemed to begin to writhe and twist.

Mo Xueyao subconsciously quickened her pace and rushed out of Banshan Park.

The streets outside were bustling with activity. Night market stalls had already set up, and the entire street was packed with people. Cars passing by had to slow down, and it was barely faster than walking.

This lively scene made her feel like she had returned to the human world.

What time is it?

"A little after five o'clock."

"Dinner's ready! -- I wonder what we're having today?"

"Ah."

"Oh, right, Mom went out today, looks like we'll have to go to the noodle shop tonight."

"Ah."

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Chapter 211 "Special Side Story": Breaking the Dimensional Barrier

The special bonus episode continues the story from the previous off-screen theatrical episodes and can be read as behind-the-scenes footage of the movie.

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When the stars descend from the night sky.

The dimensional barrier will be broken.

Simply put, the deadline for submitting the manuscript has arrived.

The calendar hanging on the wall began to distort; the original picture of a beautiful woman turned into the image of Hua Yinyin, who then emerged from it.

"Hey-ho—Little Yao Yao, come here quickly~!"

"Just the two of us?" Mo Xueyao jumped out after her, looking around the still dark room. "Where's that guy?"

"Who?"

"Was this the original owner of this house?"

"They've been gone for ages!"

"Why is the house still standing?"

"Who knows? The rules of this world seem really strange." Hua Yinyin shrugged, mimicking the tone of a dubbed film translator. "He's already been taken away and buried. He's completely dead!"

"Have you been pretending to be an author lately?" Mo Xueyao sat down in front of the computer screen curiously. Without its owner's computer, there was no need to turn it on. The pitch-black screen was like an endless abyss; one careless step and you would fall into it, leaving no trace.

"What do you mean by pretending? I write much better than him!" Hua Yinyin boasted. "And no one has noticed that the author has changed yet. They all think it's just that my writing has improved."

"Tsk..."

"Even gods are just ordinary people in their own world." Mo Xueyao sat on the bed with some emotion, and only then did she have time to take a good look at the room.

Everything was simple, with no unnecessary furniture.

She couldn't find the door either, as if the original owner of this house never went out.

"A strange house."

"That's how people are here. Didn't you notice there's no one outside?"

"Outside?"

"Just open the curtains," Hua Yinyin gestured towards the window.

Mo Xueyao pulled back the curtains with a 'whoosh' and saw an incredibly bustling city.

Cars were suspended in the air, while vehicles flowed continuously on the road below.

Rail transit is everywhere, yet there are hardly any people around.

"What about people?"

"Who knows?" Hua Yinyin shrugged again, pulled up a chair, and sat down in front of the computer.

"You come here every week?" Mo Xueyao asked curiously, admiring the scenery outside the window.

“Yes, but the memory will disappear after I go back. I will only remember it when about a week has passed. Then—” Hua Yinyin said, pointing to her brain, “I will know clearly what stories happened to the people around me during this time. After that, it’s very simple. I just need to think about it in my mind, and the article will appear on the computer.”

"Oh--"

"When Xiaoyao was taking a shower that day, she kept looking at the mole on her collarbone, right?"

"Huh! You even know that?"

"Of course, I'm also someone who succeeded to the 'god's position.'"

"Can you change our lives?"

"Hmm, of course, but I don't think that's interesting, so I only plan to be a recorder." Hua Yinyin yawned lazily. "The technology in this world is extremely advanced, but it is quite backward in some things."

"For example?"

"It's so troublesome to only be able to upload a week's worth of drafts at a time—it would be great if I could upload them once a month." The computer screen lit up a few seconds later, and the submission page popped up under Hua Yinyin's control.

"Seriously, with writing novels so easy in this world, does anyone still write them?"

"Of course there are, um... I don't know much about the others. Judging from the comments online, it seems they have to type with a keyboard?" Hua Yinyin closed her eyes. "I need some peace and quiet, Xiao Yaoyao! We'll talk later!"

“Oh…” Mo Xueyao nodded, watching as Hua Yinyin seemed to have fallen asleep leaning back in her chair, but characters began to rapidly appear on the simple UI in front of her, from a single character to a word, then to a sentence, a paragraph, and finally an entire chapter…

These are all everyday events, mainly related to Mo Xueyao.

However, Hua Yinyin was still quite sensible and didn't write down anything that shouldn't have been recorded. Sometimes she could even see other people's stories, which was quite novel.

"Pfft, Xiao Ji and his sister are still so funny!"

"Why isn't there a story about Xiaoxi and her brother?"

"Lele is sleeping in again."

But after watching for a while, she found it boring and couldn't understand why anyone would watch such an ordinary story.

But regardless of whether anyone reads it, the story must continue—until the created world settles down.