A Young Woman's Heart

"Oh..." Mo Xueyao obediently rolled up the car window.

The van slowly started moving.

But the driver's driving style was too violent, always starting and braking quickly. Even Mo Xueyao, who was used to riding in cars, felt her stomach churning, let alone Hua Yinyin.

"Here's a bag!" Mo Xueyao skillfully and quickly handed her a plastic bag.

"Ugh—" Hua Yinyin took the plastic bag and vomited into it.

Seeing others vomit makes me want to vomit too.

Everyone else could only look out the window as much as possible to avoid making themselves feel nauseous.

After vomiting, Hua Yinyin felt much better.

As for the plastic bag full of vomit, well...

Because the smell was too strong, it was thrown out the window when we drove to the suburbs.

"It'll probably take another two or three hours, so everyone can take a nap," Hanami said.

"Still sleeping?" Mo Xueyao pouted. "I slept enough on the train, okay..."

Whether the driver understood Mo Xueyao's words or not, the car's speed instantly increased again.

It was just like a race car; the corners were almost all drifted.

Keep in mind that many parts of this highway are still covered in snow!

Now everyone is much better; no one feels tired or bored anymore.

……

A>>>>>>>>>B

Chapter Forty-Eight: Testing the Brink of Speeding

It's not that you have to be speeding to make a car seem fast.

Sometimes, even on roads that aren't particularly wide, driving at the speed limit can feel frighteningly fast.

For example, right now, there aren't too many cars on the road, and everyone is queuing up to drive in a fairly orderly manner.

The speed limit is 90, but most people drive around 80, mainly because the roads are slippery when it snows, and driving too fast can easily lead to accidents.

However, the man driving the van was going over 90 km/h, which is not considered a traffic violation because it falls within the legal speeding range.

But the sight of it is truly terrifying!

Sitting in the car felt like riding a roller coaster; I felt like I could fly out at any moment.

The uncle drove past one car after another, and even had time to pick up a bottle of vodka next to him and take a sip.

Drinking and driving is not uncommon in China these days.

But most people just drink some beer before driving; only a minority drink baijiu (Chinese liquor) and drive without valuing their own lives.

Whether it's because Russians don't get drunk easily with vodka like beer, or because this man was a bit different, everyone on the bus was quite apprehensive.

“Uncle, is everything alright?” (in Russian) The father coughed and asked awkwardly.

“This speed is normal. (in Russian)” the other party replied.

After the father translated what the other person had said, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

The only thing you can do is hold on tight to the handrails, and if you have a seatbelt, fasten it immediately.

Be prepared for things to go wrong at any time.

But the driver was indeed an experienced driver; although he kept overtaking other vehicles, no accidents occurred.

—Even if sometimes you almost bump into someone else.

Sometimes they even glide past large trucks.

The passengers in the car were genuinely on edge.

Moreover, Mo Xueyao discovered something terrifying: the driver had never stepped on the brakes.

This made her seriously suspect that the car might not have brakes.

I've seen people race cars, and I've seen people race sedans.

This is the first time I've ever seen a van speeding.

The van sped along the highway, weaving through traffic like a phantom.

"It should be here soon, if I remember correctly." Mo Wenli's expression was a little unpleasant as he sat down with his arm around Hanamika next to him.

Rather than exchanging feelings, it was more like they were riding in the car with the thought that they wished they could die on the same day, in the same month, in the same year.

Soon, Mo Xueyao understood why his expression was so unpleasant.

Because the van sped up the mountain.

The next section is entirely mountain road.

And it was a winding and twisting mountain road.

Even when going downhill, they don't brake, and in some places there aren't even guardrails.

This is even more thrilling than a roller coaster; at least there's a safety guarantee.

And this one... might really die.

"Bang!" Mo Xueyao was startled.

However, it wasn't that the car crashed into anything; it was just that the driver threw the empty bottle away.

He finished the whole bottle of vodka.

The car's speed was constantly testing the limits of speeding.

What should have been a three-hour journey due to the heavy snow took only two hours to reach the destination.

The first thing Mo Xueyao did after parking the car was to open the door and jump out; she really didn't want to stay in that dangerous car any longer.

The two fathers were relieved and offered cigarettes to the driver to thank him for sparing their lives.

This is the outskirts of Moscow, actually quite far from the city, making it seem rather remote.

It looks much cleaner and tidier than most rural areas in China, but it doesn't seem big enough to be called a small town.

The houses here are mostly in the same style and built very neatly. There are many fairytale-style domed buildings, and the colors are very eclectic, including pink, light yellow, light blue and all kinds of colors, making it feel like stepping into a fairytale town.

Even the usually composed Li Wanyan was not so calm anymore; her legs were noticeably weak when she got out of the car.

Hua Yinyin almost fell to the ground when she came down.

Mr. Xue smiled, hiding his slightly trembling hands in his pockets: "What an exciting trip..."

Men always like to show off.

Mo Xueyao was no exception.

Even though she never wanted to ride in this driver's car again, she still said calmly, "Yeah, drifting all the way was quite fun."

"Ugh—" Hua Yinyin vomited again by the roadside, but this time she didn't vomit much, since she had already vomited halfway there...

The driver, however, looked refreshed and led everyone toward the town.

The town is built in a valley, and you can see the whole town from here.

It is a square, very well-organized town, clearly planned by someone.

The entire town is shaped like a 'well' character, with only eight roads in total. There are basically no bends, and the roadsides are lined with classic Russian pastoral buildings without yards. The building in the very center is quite spectacular for the town, and its exterior decorations are also quite beautiful.

Is that a church?

"A church?" The father, who was smoking a cigarette to celebrate that he was still alive, smiled and exhaled a smoke ring. "There's no church in this town, and nobody here believes in any religion."

"Huh?" Mo Xueyao asked in surprise, "Doesn't anyone have a religion?"

Even among the most pragmatic Chinese people, there are many who adhere to different religions in various rural areas.

Although most Chinese people only believe in God in the hope of getting some benefit from Him...

But it's not like no one believes in religion.

"That's right. The people living here are the descendants of senior engineers and even scientists. If they really believe in anything, it's probably science and... socialism."

"So that building in the middle is the city hall?"

“Yes, and it’s also a museum displaying certain symbols.” The father nodded. “Alright, we’ve been in the car for so long, my legs are numb. Let’s go.”

"Your legs aren't numb, they're just weak," Mo Xueyao retorted without any politeness.

"Haha, actually I'm already used to it."

Hanami touched the fat on her belly, trembling as she lit a cigarette: "Could you change drivers when we go back? I'm so scared, I'm about to die."

"Look how honest other people's fathers are."

"Go away, little brat, go play somewhere else." The father waved his hand, as if shooing away buzzing little flying insects.

Exhausted, Hua Yinyin finally lost the strength to bother Mo Xueyao. She walked at the back of the group with her hands hanging limply, looking as if she had lost her soul and her eyes were lifeless.

The group then entered the small town.

Next to the huge building in the center was a small town square, and everyone's destination turned out to be this huge building.

It turns out it can also be used as a hotel.

All those who returned temporarily were accommodated here.

In the center of the hall, a group of people sat quietly on small stools, while an elderly man with white hair played stirring Soviet military music on a piano.

This year's Spring Festival coincides with his 100th birthday, but theoretically he is still 99 years old.

“Grandpa.” Mo Wenli was the first to step forward.

"Grandpa." Hua Jiankai quickly went over as well.