A Young Woman's Heart

Gao Yuan gave the two spare keys to the Mo sisters, which meant that they could live here permanently from now on.

Such a large house, and no rent at all, greatly reduced their living burden.

I can live here for at least the three years of high school.

As for the future, when I am able to, I will let other people in need live in the house.

This was Gao Yuan's original intention.

But he didn't mention that he was going abroad during his senior year of high school, so no one knew that he might not be in charge of managing the house anymore.

Although he already had someone in mind, he decided to wait until later.

As for now, let's just enjoy this wonderful time.

There are still three semesters left!

As Gao Yuan thought this, she suddenly began to realize how short her school days were.

I remember when I was in junior high school, I felt that every day of school was hard to get through.

“I know a breakfast shop next to the bus station.” Mr. Xue walked along the country road and picked a pale yellow flower. “The forsythia is blooming. It seems that spring is coming soon.”

"Xiaoxue, do you recognize what these flowers are?"

"I know some of them."

"So amazing?" Mo Xueyao said admiringly, "I don't recognize many of the flowers, I only recognize the most common ones, such as osmanthus and roses."

"After reading a lot of books, I've remembered some of them." Mr. Xue smiled. "Hangzhou is a wonderful place with four distinct seasons, so almost all kinds of flowers can grow here. You can see different flowers and different kinds of beauty in every season."

"Alright, alright, Xiaoxue, stop being so literary." Gao Yuan patted Mr. Xue on the shoulder. "What kind of food does that breakfast shop you mentioned sell?"

"Noodles, wontons, and the like."

"Wonton?" Zhou Yong looked puzzled.

Mr. Xue gestured and explained, "It's roughly similar to wontons, just wrapped in a different way."

"Oh... By the way, I'm so tired from walking, Gao Yuan, why didn't your car come to pick you up?" Zhou Yong panted, sticking out his tongue, like a tired pug.

"I deliberately didn't let them pick me up. This is called experiencing life. You don't know anything about it."

"Damn it." Zhou Yong raised his middle finger. "You're experiencing life, but we're being tortured by you! This road is really long; it would be better if we had bicycles."

"Don't you think it's a meaningful thing to walk in the snow, enjoy the scenery along the way, and chat with each other?"

All I know is that I'm hungry.

"I disdain associating with vulgar people like you." Gao Yuan rolled her eyes, pretended to be disgusted, and took a few steps forward to stand next to Mo Xueyao.

"Gao Yuan, I'm hungry," Mo Xueyao said, glancing at him sideways.

"I have chocolate, do you want some?" Gao Yuan immediately asked with a fawning smile, like a dog wagging its tail.

"Damn it, they're treating us differently!" Zhou Yong complained.

Duanmu Ji, walking beside him, glanced at him expressionlessly, then plucked a forsythia flower and stuffed it into his mouth: "Shut up."

The group laughed and joked along the way, and didn't really feel that the journey was too long.

But when I finally arrived at the breakfast stall and smelled the aroma of breakfast, I immediately felt ravenous.

It was getting late, and the breakfast stalls were almost closing. Many breakfast items were sold out, so everyone had to choose from what was left, but they still ate with great relish.

The breakfast was indeed delicious, and the two sisters, Mo Xiaoxiao and Mo Zhuyou, had already decided that they would eat here for breakfast every day at school from now on.

However, it's quite a distance to get to school from here by bicycle; it would probably take forty or fifty minutes.

This means we have to get up even earlier in the morning.

After all, everything has its pros and cons. If you want to live in such a comfortable house, you have to endure the pain of a longer journey.

"By the way, Mo Xiaoxiao and Mo Zhuyou," Mr. Xue said, wiping his mouth with a tissue. "There's a shortcut here. If you take this route, you can save time. It will only take half an hour to get to school from there."

"Huh? How does Xiaoxue know so much?" Mo Xiaoxiao asked with great interest.

"That's because my home is right here."

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Chapter Thirty: Leisurely Days (Part Two)

When I got back to the shop, it was already afternoon.

As soon as I stepped into the fruit shop, I heard my mother's incessant nagging.

"Where did you go yesterday? Was it fun? What did you do? Where did you sleep if you weren't coming home last night?"

Such questions came like a barrage of artillery shells.

This gave Mo Xueyao an extremely painful headache.

"I don't know, I don't know, ask Wanyan!" She covered her ears and ran into the small room.

"You brat, so impatient! Don't you even remember how much money I spent raising you? Do you know how much money I've spent on you? You get annoyed just by asking me a couple of questions? You have no conscience!" the mother said angrily.

"Alright, alright... Godmother, we're going to the house the club built." Li Wanyan tried to calm Mo Xueyao's mother down. "Our club was funded by the school and a very wealthy student. They drew up the blueprints and made the furniture. The house was finally completed yesterday. It's a simple dwelling, finished in just one day. It's not only the club's activity room, but also provided for other people in need."

"So that's how it is." The mother nodded, and then said to Mo Xueyao in the room in a deliberately sarcastic tone, "Look, Wanyan is more like my own daughter now."

"Ugh, you always have so many questions—!" Mo Xueyao came out carrying her homework, rolling her eyes. "There are just too many questions for me to answer!"

"You lack patience. You should learn more from Wanyan."

"Tch... I'm too lazy to learn." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes and sat down at the small table with obvious disgust.

Ever since Wanyan moved in and recognized Mo Xueyao's parents as her godparents, her mother has become increasingly disgusted with Mo Xueyao's behavior.

I always felt that she wasn't ladylike enough, and I always used Li Wanyan as the standard to judge her.

Although it annoys her, it also has its conveniences sometimes.

For example, if Li Wanyan weren't around, she would have to answer the question herself from the beginning when asked what she did yesterday.

It was impossible not to answer, because her mother would definitely keep asking her questions until she finally couldn't take it anymore and answered.

It's as terrifying as chanting scriptures.

"You can't talk to your mother like that. You need to be more patient," the father said earnestly, but he didn't expect that he was actually putting his mother down. "Otherwise, if she goes crazy, can you stop her?"

"Pfft." Mo Xueyao couldn't help but laugh.

"Who are you calling mentally ill?" Mother glanced at Father sideways. "Neither of you will get dinner tonight."

"I didn't say that! I meant Xiaoyao! Talking to your own mother like that is inhuman!" the father quickly corrected himself.

Mo Xueyao looked at her 'teammate' who had betrayed her without hesitation, with drooping eyelids, and said, "Hey, Dad, I may not be human, but you really are a dog."

Life is full of arguments and disagreements.

This is actually a sign of a good relationship.

The premise is that you're not really angry.

Mo Xueyao finished her homework in one hour, stretched, and decided to get up and rest.

"Has Yaoyao finished writing?"

"Ah."

"Let me check my math later."

"Okay." Mo Xueyao swayed as she walked to the entrance of the fruit shop, and saw a black Santana sedan slowly driving towards her in the distance. "Huh, does that look like my godfather's license plate?"

"Click—" The car came to a smooth stop in front of the store, and the godfather, who looked a little thinner, got out of the car. "Hey, Xiaoyao, what are you doing at the door?"

"Look at the scenery, give your eyes a rest." Mo Xueyao stretched lazily like a cat, grabbing the shelf beside her. "Is Godfather coming for dinner?"

"Haha, no need for dinner, I've come to deliver your passports and visas." The godfather laughed as he placed a paper bag on the table in front of Mo Xueyao's father. "Ali!"

"Finally done? Thanks! Have you lost weight recently?"

"You've been exercising, running every day, how could you not lose weight?" The godfather smiled and took out a box from another bag. "Look what good stuff I brought you."

"What is this? Look how smug you are," the father said teasingly. "Is it expensive?"

"It's not exactly expensive, but it's not exactly cheap either," the godfather said mysteriously. "Shall we open it and take a look?"

The father nodded, opened the box, and inside was a phonograph with a large loudspeaker!

"Antiques?" The father was startled.

"What antique? This is a replica phonograph. It's not even an antique; it can use the latest CDs."

"This is good stuff!" The father rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Where did you get this?"

"It was a gift from someone else," my godfather said with a smile.

"So you're just using someone else's flowers to present to Buddha?"

"What's wrong? You don't want it?"

"Yes, yes, yes." His father immediately adopted a fawning demeanor, pulling out a cigarette and handing it to him. "Big brother, have a smoke."

"Tsk, how's business lately?" The godfather lit a cigarette, while the father solicitously lit it for him.

"Business is alright, meeting expectations."

"That's good."

"I should be able to pay back part of the money this year."

"There's no rush about the money," the godfather waved his hand. "It's not interest-free, so why are you in such a hurry?"

"That's why you're in a hurry—because it doesn't cost interest. Don't you still need to buy a car?"

"I'll save up to buy the car myself." The godfather took a deep drag on his cigarette. "Besides, we have a government car, don't we?"

"cough."

"Alright, alright, let's try this phonograph. There's a vinyl record of classical piano music in the box. We can listen to it now."