A Young Woman's Heart

"Hmm... but the prerequisite is having money." Lu Bolun scratched his head. Boys seem to be more rational, which is probably why most 'good men' aren't romantic?

"A little girl and a little boy have been sitting here for ages, haha, look how close they are, look at them." They were looking at the elderly, and the elderly were looking at them too.

Perhaps when they saw the two of them, they were reminded of their own past.

Who hasn't been young?

Who doesn't get old?

……

Chapter 235 The Dawn of Christmas

A few snowflakes were still drifting down outside the window.

Mo Xueyao turned over and heard a soft groan.

Half of her body seemed to be resting on something soft. Turning her head, she saw Mo Zhuyou sleeping on the ground.

Her drool dripped from the corner of her mouth, wetting the carpet.

The room was filled with the aroma of rice. The snow outside the window had lessened considerably, but it was still falling sporadically.

At first glance, it seemed that the sky was already somewhat bright, but upon closer inspection, it was only the snow reflecting the lights from outside the house, making it appear rather pale.

Of course there are lights outside, since you occasionally need to go out into the yard at night to do something.

It only illuminates a small area, just enough to light up the yard.

"Hoo..." Mo Xueyao rolled over, crawled a little off the sofa, and knocked over the paper bag next to the sofa.

The spare lambskin coat slipped out from underneath, revealing the school uniform to be worn today.

Mo Xiaoxiao, who was busy in the kitchen, peeked out and smiled at her: "You're awake? Xiaoyao."

"Um—what time is it?"

"4:30."

"Oh, I thought it was almost six o'clock. It's still early." Mo Xueyao pulled her hands back under the kotatsu. "Why is it so early..."

"Making breakfast."

"Eat at home?"

"There might not be enough time, so I'll bring it to school to eat."

"oh oh--"

"Everyone has something to drink."

"Can it fit?"

"Yes, pickled vegetables and the like can be packed separately, they don't necessarily have to be packed in an insulated container."

Mo Xueyao nodded, feeling a bit empty beside her, and only then did she realize that Li Wanyan seemed to have gotten up as well.

Before Yi could ask, she saw her come up the stairs, looking like she had just washed up.

"A tactful response."

"Go back to sleep."

"Then why did you get up?"

"Please lend a hand."

Mo Xueyao nodded sleepily, feeling as if she had only blinked once. When she opened her eyes again, she found that the aroma of food in the room was even stronger.

Mo Zhuyou, who was standing nearby, had also gotten up and was sweeping the snow at the door with a bamboo broom.

"What time is it?" Yi asked again.

"A little past five o'clock."

"Hmm—time to get up."

Mo Xueyao, Li Wanyan, and the two Mo sisters are all early risers.

However, the remaining Hua Yinyin, Wang Jiale, Huang Yuxi, and Sanhua Tongjue all belong to the category of late risers.

The reason they don't usually arrive at school too late is either because they take a taxi every day or because their family members drive them there.

Or like Hua Yinyin, who has a multi-speed bicycle that is easy to ride.

Even so, Wang Jiale is often close to being late, and even now, she still occasionally misses the snow music team's practice because she arrives at school too late.

"Get up, get up—!" Mo Xueyao and Mo Zhuyou were responsible for waking everyone up. Because the place was far from the school, if they didn't leave early, it was normal to be stuck on the road for an hour if the car in front broke down or had some kind of accident.

The last one to get up was Sanhua Tongjue. She rubbed her eyes groggily and leaned against Huang Yuxi. It was unclear whether she hadn't seen clearly and had mistaken Huang for someone else, or if she was deliberately pretending to be stupid.

The intimate physical contact initially puzzled Huang Yuxi, then made her nervous, and then her face began to blush.

But Sanhua Tongjue tilted his head to the side, strands of hair falling around his face, making him feel a little itchy.

The country road was still pitch black at five in the morning.

There are no streetlights here, so if you don't bring a flashlight, you'll have to walk in the dark.

Mo Zhuyou walked at the front with a flashlight, and apart from the area illuminated by that beam of light, everything else was pitch black.

It was morning, but it felt like I was walking in the dark.

In the distance, some dark red lights could be faintly seen, but they didn't seem to be the sun; rather, they appeared to be shining from the city.

"Woof woof woof woof woof—"

The barking of dogs and crowing of roosters echoed each other, seemingly waking the sleeping villages.

As you walk along, you'll see more and more lights coming on in the village.

Although they are not as bright as those in the city, their orange-yellow light makes people feel warmer.

The chicken farmer released his chickens out of the coop early in the morning. They clucked and flapped their wings, frolicking in the cold snow.

The chicken farmer scattered rice husks on the snow and let the chickens 'enjoy' them.

But compared to rice husks, those chickens preferred to find insects in the mud under the snow for a treat.

A house cat, out and about as dawn broke, caught a large rat that was storing up fat for winter. Just as it was about to play with the rat, a passing dog snapped it to death.

The cat's eyes looked tired, as if it was annoyed by the big dog's meddling.

The dog, however, felt that it had done a great favor, saving the cat the trouble of slowly killing the mouse.

It even lowered its head and swung its tail in front of the tabby cat to curry favor, but was unceremoniously slapped on the forehead by a furry cat paw.

The big yellow dog whimpered pitifully, seemingly not understanding what it had done wrong.

Gradually, streetlights appeared along the roadside, which meant that the bus stop was not far away.

"Take the bus?" Sanhua Tongjue seemed a little reluctant. "Let's take a taxi instead."

"No need to take a taxi...you can try taking the bus sometimes," Wang Jiale advised.

“But there are a lot of people, and it’s very crowded… I don’t like it.” Although Sanhua Tongjue usually appears very approachable, she still has the stubbornness of a rich young lady in some aspects.

The main reason is that she has always traveled by private car since she was a child, and the second most common way is by taxi. Besides, taxis in China are much cheaper than those in Japan. She even wonders why other people don't enjoy this convenience at such a low price.

"It's alright, the buses are usually empty this early," Mo Xueyao reassured her. "It's probably similar to having a private car on your own, right? It's very spacious!"

“The best time to take the bus is in the morning like this.” Hua Yinyin nodded in agreement, glancing down at the time. “It’s only 5:30. It’s rare for me to get up so early, so I definitely have to try the morning bus!”

"Hmm... I'll... give it a try, but I definitely won't sit if there are a lot of people."

"Don't worry, don't worry~" Mo Zhuyou waved her hand, "There's definitely no one around. At this time, it's probably only the second bus of the day, maybe even the first one!"

Walk out of the alley and along the street lit by streetlights for another two or three hundred meters, and you'll reach the bus terminal.

You'll almost always get a seat if you board here, especially this early.

Some of the drivers who were scheduled to depart were eating breakfast while leaning against their respective buses.

The bus at the very front of the line had already opened its doors and was waiting for passengers to board.

The driver was eating a large mouthful of sticky rice with one hand, and in the few seconds that Mo Xueyao got into the car, he had eaten most of it.

It seemed as if it was swallowed without even being chewed.

The spacious bus was empty of passengers. Everyone walked to the back of the bus and chose their preferred seats.

"How is it? It's spacious, isn't it?" Mo Xueyao leaned back comfortably in her chair and asked Sanhua Tongjue, who was sitting behind her.

"Hmm, it seems pretty good." Sanhua Tongjue tilted her head and looked out the window. "It's just that the seats are a bit hard."

"That's normal, after all, it's a bus."

The bus waited for a while longer before only one junior high school student with a backpack boarded. Seeing so many pretty girls on the bus, he felt a little lost. He eventually found a seat furthest away from everyone else, but he still kept glancing back at them casually from time to time.

The car started moving slowly, but the sky didn't light up until it reached the school gate.

It remained as dark and gloomy as night.

The security guard in the guard booth was yawning sleepily. He had fallen asleep halfway through his meal, resting his chin on his hand, and didn't even notice that so many students had suddenly come in.

"A Christmas covered in silver..." Mo Xueyao stretched in front of the stairs and walked to the classroom door with the others.

"After we open the door, will there be love letters from someone in our drawers?" Wang Jiale muttered to herself, somewhat infatuated.

"Didn't you say you didn't want to have a boyfriend?"

"But... it feels good to have love letters, at least it proves that I'm very charming!"

"How could that be? The door is always locked. Who would put a love letter in the drawer? It's not like Japan where you have to change your shoes every day to go to school. You can't just stuff the love letter in the shoe cabinet." Mo Xueyao didn't know about this before, but she heard Sanhua Tongjue mention it later, and suddenly felt that Japanese schools were really troublesome.

"Oh right—I've heard Tongjue talk about things in Japan a lot, so I subconsciously put myself in that situation."

Li Wanyan was not affected by their conversation and calmly took out her keys and pushed open the classroom door.

The classroom was exactly the same as when everyone left on Friday, with no difference.

Wang Jiale still couldn't give up and took another look at the drawer. Apart from his own books, there was nothing left by anyone else.

She even glanced at Mo Xueyao's drawer with great gossip—but the result was the same.