A Young Woman's Heart

A Daughter's Heart (Author: Luan Shi Yin Niang)

1999 years.

An ordinary boy.

An accident.

An operation.

She began her life as a young girl.

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This novel is about everyday life.

This book is dedicated to the classic Bianwen (transformation stories) of the past, and it is hoped that we will have successors, rather than everyone treating transformation as just a gimmick.

Volume Zero Prologue: Sixteen Years Like a Dream Chapter One: Mo Xueyao

Having the character "雪" (snow) in one's name does not necessarily mean that the person is a girl.

For example, historical figures like Cao Xueqin, and ordinary people living in reality, such as our protagonist, Mo Xueyao. (Note ①)

Mo Xueyao's name was given to her by her great-grandfather, who was still alive. He was a Russian who left his homeland, Russia, which was covered in snow all year round, because of some things. He left the country that was then called the Soviet Union.

Although decades later, that once great nation seemed to collapse overnight.

My great-grandfather, a senior architecture expert, went through layers of review and finally obtained a Chinese ID card, becoming a Chinese citizen.

Since then, he has been living with his family in a second-tier city on the southern coast.

Snow is rare in the South, let alone the kind of white snow that seems to 'submerge' the whole world.

Therefore, before he was born, his great-grandfather had already decided on his name, regardless of gender, it would be 'Xueyao'.

It means that the hometown where snow falls all year round is already far away—even though that great country had not yet collapsed at that time, my great-grandfather had already foreseen that future.

Indeed, this was the case. This vast country, once humanity's hope, collapsed like a sandcastle seven years after Mo Xueyao's birth.

Interestingly, when Mo Xueyao was born in 1984, it really snowed heavily. When the child ran outside to play, most of her body would sink into the snow.

Whenever someone wonders why Mo Xueyao, a boy, would choose a girl's name, he would give a lengthy explanation like the one above.

By his generation, Mo Xueyao's family was no longer considered wealthy. His great-grandfather had three sons, and his own grandfather also had three sons.

Mo Xueyao's father was the most mediocre of her three sons.

Even the most mediocre son managed to acquire a property in a second-tier city through his and his wife's hard work and a bit of luck.

Well, although it's a second-tier city, it's still the provincial capital.

The time was the end of August 1999.

Mo Xueyao, who had just graduated from junior high school and spent the summer idly at home, was now sitting lazily in the living room, hugging a large block of ice and enjoying the breeze.

The electric fan blows out hot air, but with ice, it becomes cool.

In those days, air conditioners were still a rarity; it was considered good if every household had an electric fan.

Mo Xueyao's mother is not very educated and works as a nanny. She can come back to cook lunch for him every day at noon. Right now, she is making stir-fried eggplant with soy sauce in the kitchen.

While the aroma was enticing, the smell of cooking oil was also very strong, making it difficult for Mo Xueyao, who was sitting in the living room, to see the television screen clearly.

"Mom! The fumes are too strong!" Mo Xueyao shouted to her mother, rubbing her eyes.

"Just bear with it! This is how the exhaust fan in my house is!"

Mo Xueyao's eyes darted around, and she took the electric fan and placed it at the kitchen doorway, blowing it inside.

Oh, that's much better now, the cooking fumes can't escape. But Mom started coughing.

"Cough cough! Cough cough! You heartless little brat! Are you trying to choke your mother to death?!"

"Hehehe—" Mo Xueyao scratched her head and chuckled awkwardly, then immediately moved the fan away.

Fortunately, the braised eggplant with soy sauce was finally cooked and looked very appetizing.

The mother reached out and pulled the rope, turning off the exhaust fan.

That's right, it's not a panel switch, but a rope switch.

Moreover, the constant presence of cooking fumes on it has made the rope look grayish and sticky.

"Mom, let Dad buy a range hood tomorrow."

"You little rascal, do you know how expensive a range hood is?" Mom rolled her eyes. "You'd be better off buying an air conditioner! This exhaust fan is still usable, anyway."

"Yes, yes, we should buy an air conditioner! I'm dying of heat." Mo Xueyao deliberately panted like a dead dog, sticking out her tongue.

Mom reached out and tugged at his tongue, saying irritably, "Put it back in, it's making a mess of your appearance."

"hey-hey……"

"You should be warmer. You don't exercise at all, so you never have a chance to sweat. You just stay at home watching TV and playing games all day. I'm asking you, have you finished your summer homework yet?"

"Hey..." Mo Xueyao chuckled sheepishly, "Of course..."

"Let me tell you, don't go overboard with your fun. There's still summer homework from junior high to high school. Your teacher told me that, don't think your mom doesn't know. There are only two weeks left of summer vacation, let's see if you can make it in time."

"Oh dear, I've got experience with homework, I'm just preparing myself. I'll finish it all in one go in the last three days. As they say, 'The first time you try, the second time you give up, and the third time you're exhausted...'"

"Stop talking nonsense and go get your own rice. Mom has to go to another house to clean and cook dinner after lunch!"

Mo Xueyao made a funny face and filled his bowl to the brim with rice. He had always had a big appetite since he was a child, but he had never gained weight. He wondered if it was because he was still growing.

Hmm... although he wasn't sure if he had developed yet.

Anyway, he didn't grow much taller, didn't grow a beard, and you couldn't feel his Adam's apple no matter how you touched him.

Sure enough, at the dinner table, Mom started nagging again.

"You shouldn't stay at home all day. Go out and exercise more. Other boys have tanned skin, which looks healthy and sunny. But you have skin that's whiter than a girl's. You're all soft flesh and don't have any muscles at all. You look like a medieval vampire."

"Isn't that pretty cool? I wish I were a vampire, then I could live forever."

"Stop talking nonsense and eat your food. Clean up after you're done, and wipe the grease off the stove. If you don't clean it properly, your mother will punish you."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

In hot weather, it's easy to sweat while eating lunch.

Mo Xueyao finished her lunch in a few bites and then busied herself clearing away the dishes.

The mother then rushed out the door to the next house.

If there's still plenty of time, she might take on a temporary job cooking lunch for someone.

There was no other way; my family was poor, and we could only make ends meet by living a very frugal life.

Although our ancestors were once wealthy, that's all in the past. As the saying goes, wealth doesn't last three generations...

Mo Xueyao comforted herself, hugged a block of ice, and sat down in front of the television again.

Because his clothes would get wet, he simply didn't wear a shirt or trousers, and just sat cross-legged wearing a pair of men's boxer shorts.

If you only look at the back, and with that short, ear-length hair that hasn't been cut all summer, you might mistake this for a girl!

Of course, if you look at the previous text, you'll see that it's a boy.

Because—she has no breasts at all.

In front of Mo Xueyao was a Little Tyrant learning machine. It was supposed to be for learning, but it was actually for playing games. It had all kinds of games, which was something that every child in this era could only dream of.

This was a gift from Mo Xueyao's father.

It's all because his son did quite well in the high school entrance exam and got into Hangzhou's top five high school—No. 14 High School.

The school has both junior high and senior high sections. He didn't attend junior high, but he did get into senior high through hard work. His father recognized his efforts and gave him this Little Tyrant learning machine.

Of course, Mo Xueyao and his friends were more accustomed to calling it the Little Tyrant game console.

In Hangzhou, there are dozens of high schools, and getting into the top five high schools is indeed a remarkable achievement.

"Ah, it's already two o'clock... Hmm, time to do my homework." Mo Xueyao turned off the TV and moved the fan to her small room.

The small room is located inside the residential complex and faces north, making it a slightly cooler room in the summer.

Below are large areas of flowers, grasses, and trees. Although they grow somewhat haphazardly, at least they can provide a respite for the eyes after a long day.

Playing is a way to reward himself, but he certainly won't forget about studying.

Although I did have a bit too much fun this summer.

“Because of the triangle…” Mo Xueyao was working on a geometry problem when suddenly her face froze, and she clutched her stomach and slumped onto the table.

Despite it being summer, he was sweating profusely and felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He had been experiencing this pain occasionally since his third year of junior high school, but he didn't take it seriously. During the summer vacation, it started to become more frequent, and recently, it has even occurred once a day.

He didn't know why, but he didn't want to tell his parents.

Because I don't want to add to their psychological burden.

If you can endure it, try your best to bear it.

And besides the pain, there's nothing else to it.

And it will recover on its own after a while, as if nothing had happened.

Half an hour later, the pain gradually subsided until it disappeared completely.

Mo Xueyao breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from her brow as if she had been pulled out of ice water.

But after another hour, he was so hot that he wanted to crawl into the refrigerator.

"Actually, it's not so bad to feel cool for a while when it hurts occasionally..." he muttered to himself, and went into the bathroom to take a cold shower.

Although it's called a cold shower, the water is still scalding hot.

After all, it's very hot outside.

The weather forecast says today's temperature will reach 40 degrees Celsius!