A Young Woman's Heart

Some schools have already started early, and the entrances of large supermarkets along the roadside are covered with "back-to-school season" advertisements, with all kinds of stationery being discounted and promoted.

However, it was still early, so all that could be seen were the posters at the supermarket entrance and the tightly closed roller shutter door.

The taxis seemed unusually quiet in the early morning. The taxi driver, perhaps having just worked all night, appeared listless and yawned repeatedly throughout the journey.

Mo Xueyao and her family were all in this taxi, heading to Hangzhou Railway Station.

The morning radio channel is broadcasting today's weather forecast: "Hangzhou's lowest temperature today is 22 degrees Celsius, and the highest temperature is 31 degrees Celsius. Cloudy, no prevailing wind, light breeze, tonight and tomorrow daytime..."

It's morning now, so it should be around 22 degrees Celsius.

Mo Xueyao rolled down the car window, enjoying the refreshing morning breeze blowing in her face, and before she knew it, she had arrived at the train station.

In Hangzhou at this time of year, morning traffic jams are still a rare occurrence.

But no matter the time of day, the train station is always packed with people.

Some people even slept here last night, waiting for their train to arrive the next morning.

"It's 6:10 now, about 50 minutes before departure." Mo Xueyao's father glanced at the cheap digital watch he had bought from a street stall. The numbers on it were very inaccurate and had to be adjusted almost every week, otherwise the error would be more than three minutes over a month.

"Would you like to buy a drink?" the father asked with a smile, his gaze falling on the Coca-Cola on the counter of the small shop.

“We’ve brought our own water, why buy drinks? It’s a waste of money.” The mother rolled her eyes and pulled the father inside.

“Oh dear, Xiaoyao will definitely want a drink on the way. I know you’re reluctant to buy him a drink. All the other convenience stores are closed right now, so let’s buy one here.” The father pulled a crumpled ten-yuan note out of his pocket. “I know Xiaoyao best. This is his favorite drink.”

"It's...it's alright..." Mo Xueyao smiled awkwardly. Although he couldn't resist the allure of cola, he rarely drank it knowing that his family didn't have much money.

In this era, for ordinary families, Coca-Cola is a 'high-end' beverage.

Just like KFC and McDonald's are considered 'high-end restaurants' in this era.

How much does a bottle of Coke cost?

"Five yuan." Coke is always more expensive at the train station. In fact, if you buy it on a regular day, a bottle only costs two yuan, and a can only costs one yuan.

"Here you go." Under his mother's pained gaze, the father handed over the banknotes and received a bottle of ice-cold Coke in return, still glistening with icy water droplets!

"You're wasting money again. Do you know how much we owe this time? Hmm? Fifty thousand." The mother complained irritably.

"Oh... it's okay to spend a little money occasionally, right, Xiaoyao?" Her father raised an eyebrow at Mo Xueyao.

Mo Xueyao nodded vigorously.

He held onto the cold Coke tightly, refusing to let go, afraid that his mother would make him return the money, so he opened the bottle and took a sip.

"Hahoo—" The chilled cola, with its cool bubbles, danced on the tip of my tongue. In an era when beverages weren't so diverse, this was simply one of the most enjoyable things in life.

Drinking cola slowly in a wine glass is not a joke; many people in this day and age actually do it.

However, what they were drinking wasn't cola, but rather a sense of atmosphere.

"How is it? Is it good?" the father asked with a smile.

“It’s delicious!” Mo Xueyao answered without hesitation.

"Come, come, let me have a sip."

"Give."

"Haha—that's great..."

"Hey, Dad, you've already drunk half of it!"

"Oh dear, it was an accident," the father said with an embarrassed laugh, though it sounded like he was doing it on purpose.

Actually, he probably wanted to drink it himself...

Mo Xueyao muttered to herself, her eyelids drooping.

The train tickets were bought in advance, and now we just need to go to our respective waiting rooms to wait.

There was a large security checkpoint at the entrance. The three of them put their luggage on it and walked over.

It doesn't matter if you don't have a ticket.

Because the actual ticket check is done when boarding the train.

As a result, the waiting room was somewhat crowded, because even family members who did not buy tickets could come here to see their loved ones off.

My father did not buy a ticket.

Because his salary was high, he stayed home to earn money, while his mother accompanied Mo Xueyao.

This month, the family will not only have one less source of income, but also one more source of expenses.

Whenever she thinks about how she hasn't earned any money in the past month, her mother always sighs with worry.

Although I have 50,000 yuan in my pocket, it's for medical expenses and I can't just spend it recklessly.

My current expenses are all covered by my savings.

Before long, the train began checking tickets.

"Passengers departing at 9:05, please proceed to gate number 6258 for ticket inspection..."

The time for parting has finally come, even though it's only been a month...

"Be careful on the road, and call me if anything happens," the father called out with concern.

"I know. Don't eat anything random at home. Eat three proper meals a day."

"it is good."

The father and mother were gazing at each other with such affection that Mo Xueyao couldn't bear to watch any longer: "Is it really necessary? It's not like we're facing life and death. Can't you hurry up and check our tickets?"

"How can you talk like that?" The mother tapped Xiaoyao's forehead with displeasure. "Let's go, let's go check our tickets."

The mother took out two red paper train tickets, punched two holes in them at the ticket inspector's office, and then led Mo Xueyao into the station.

Mo Xueyao followed behind her mother, dragging her suitcase, and complained softly, "Is it really necessary to bring so much stuff for a month?"

“It has wheels, so it doesn’t require much effort from you,” his mother rolled her eyes at him.

On the platform, a train with a green base and yellow stripes was already waiting.

To save money, I bought a ticket for a train without air conditioning.

Because the car wasn't going fast, you could open the windows and enjoy the feeling of the wind on your face.

Since we set off early, it should still be cool and breezy.

Mo Xueyao and her mother's train tickets were together, and they happened to have a window seat.

He sat down quite naturally, because his favorite seat was by the window.

Otherwise, even if you take a train, you might get motion sickness...

"This ordinary express train from Changchun North to Shanghai South is about to depart. Passengers, please stay away from the doors..."

The train slowly started moving amidst the announcer's somewhat rough, broken Mandarin.

Mo Xueyao's heart pounded with tension as the train creaked and started moving.

Finally, it's time to head to Shanghai...

When he came back, he was no longer himself.

To be precise, she is no longer a boy, but a girl.

My heart was filled with trepidation and a touch of melancholy, thinking that I would never be able to be with the girl I liked again, and that I would never be able to hang out with my best buddies again...

Then I thought, by the time I come back, a month will have already passed since school started, and I don't know if I will be able to keep up with the pace of my studies then.

What will happen to the students at the new school?

Yukong High School is just an ordinary high school. Although I've heard that the school atmosphere is okay, is that really the case?

Back at school, what if someone found out his secret and then leaked it...?

Even though they hadn't even arrived in Shanghai yet, Mo Xueyao had already thought far ahead.

Besides that, I also had a little bit of curiosity.

That is... what life would be like after becoming a girl.

That's for sure; human emotions are very complex, and it's impossible for them to always be so negative.

If there are negative aspects, there are naturally also relatively positive ones.

It's like taking an exam without studying; besides feeling anxious and uneasy, you also hope it will end quickly so you can be relieved.

However, no matter how Mo Xueyao thought about the girl, something just didn't feel right.

Although he's not tall and looks rather petite, he's usually very easygoing and his habits are also very easygoing...

It's not that I'm not careful, it's just that I'm used to presenting myself this way.

Perhaps this is also a form of self-protection.

If someone doesn't look manly enough, they'll show it through their actions.

"Will my former junior high school classmates not recognize me? No, no, it's not like I had plastic surgery, it can't be that dramatic..." Mo Xueyao touched his hair, which had grown to his chin. He had never had hair that long before.

Moreover, he is a staunch supporter of the buzz cut.

Because only this hairstyle could make him look somewhat masculine...

Although he's only 1.58 meters tall, he doesn't look manly at all...

So many complex emotions were intertwined in Mo Xueyao's heart, making him both curious and somewhat resistant to the end of the journey.

"What are you thinking about?" the mother asked.

"Hmm... I'm thinking... what Shanghai is like," Mo Xueyao replied.

He didn't reveal his true feelings, partly because he didn't want to, and partly because they were too complex to express.

Perhaps there's no need to express it, because his emotions are already written all over his face.

His mother, who was well-versed in human relationships, immediately saw the complex emotions in his heart.

"Clang, clang, clang..." The train moved forward, and someone took out a camera to take pictures of the scenery outside.

If Mo Xueyao had a camera, he would also like to capture this scene.

Let's freeze this beautiful moment in time.