A Young Woman's Heart

In summer, this kind of sky would be around 7 or even 8 o'clock.

Often, it's not until 8 p.m. that night truly falls.

Li Wanyan went to the kitchen at some point, and the sound of chopping vegetables could be heard coming from the cutting board.

"Ah, it's about time. Your parents should be back by now, right?"

"Okay." Yu Shu glanced at the clock on the TV screen. "Then I'll go back?"

"Go ahead, go ahead," Mo Xueyao waved her hand. "I'll see you to the door."

In fact, it only needs to be delivered to the door.

Because Yu Shu's house is right across the street.

Mo Xueyao closed the door after Yu Shu returned home.

But a short while later, there was another knock on her door.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xueyao opened the door again before she could even sit down.

"I forgot my things..."

"Oh, oh..." She quickly handed her the bag containing the stationery, "Did you forget anything?"

"No~" Yu Shu said with a smile, biting her lip lightly.

Back home, Yu Shu became dejected again.

"What's wrong? Did you not have fun at Xiaoyao's house today?" her father asked as he took off his clothes and hung them on a chair.

"No...it's just that I lost my keys."

"Did you lose the key?" the father asked.

The mother pressed on, asking, "Where did it fall?"

"I...I don't know either. Xiaoyao and I have been looking for it for a long time but we still can't find it."

"Really? Did you lose the keys or did you not take them with you at all?" the father asked, puzzled.

"Huh? Huh..." Now, Yu Shu was also very confused about herself. She went back to her room and rummaged through the drawer to find her key. "Hey hey!"

"You were here, weren't you?" the father chuckled.

"It really is at home..."

So, of course, her key couldn't be found outside, because she hadn't even taken it with her!

"I'll give you a spare key. You can keep it for Xiaoyao. That way, if you really lose your key or forget to bring it, you can ask her to get it."

"Hmm... just like before."

"Haha—you still remember?" The father couldn't help but laugh. "Why are you always so silly? Has studying made you stupid? Don't worry about your mother. Dad doesn't expect you to get excellent grades. Don't put so much pressure on yourself. Just get in the top fifteen in your class."

"Only in the top fifteen of the class? That's so unambitious! The top five in the class is the bare minimum. Even that would put you at the bottom of the whole grade!" Yu Shu's mother retorted with dissatisfaction.

"Ignore her, ignore her. If you read it the way she does, you're just using her as a tool, and you'll become increasingly foolish in life."

"Isn't being silly just because you didn't put your heart into it? If you had put your heart into it even a little, you wouldn't have done this. It's just carelessness."

"Hey, what are you doing, always nagging your daughter?" The father pushed the mother back into the room. "Go, go, go watch TV by yourself. I'll go cook."

Yu Shu seemed to have gotten used to it long ago, and just smiled foolishly, not taking it to heart.

She tiptoed barefoot to take a copy of "Dream of the Red Chamber" from the bookshelf. It was the book she had lent to Mo Xueyao last time, but she returned it after only reading a little, saying she just couldn't get into it.

She rubbed the thick book against her face, then gently closed her eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

……

There weren't many ingredients at home, so dinner consisted of handmade noodles made by Li Wanyan herself, with pickled mustard greens as a side dish.

The noodles are almost the same length and width, which makes them look quite meticulous.

“No, these noodles won’t do.” But Mo Xueyao said this.

"Why?" Li Wanyan glanced at her sideways and asked softly.

"It's soulless! Handmade noodles should be all different sizes! It's supposed to be handmade, but it's made so uniformly, like it was machine-pressed!"

Li Wanyan tapped her forehead with her chopsticks: "Eat noodles."

"Why did you hit me?" Mo Xueyao muttered, covering her forehead. "That's how it is. Handmade noodles are supposed to be irregular! If you sell them in such a regular shape, people will think you're using machine-made noodles to fool them."

"If they are all the same size, they will cook at the same time, and there won't be some that are fully cooked while others are not," Li Wanyan explained earnestly.

"Cough, I know, I know, I was just saying it casually. Wait, don't hit me on the head with your chopsticks!"

After getting used to the bathtub in the villa, returning home to this cramped and narrow toilet made me feel completely out of place.

It's as if they can't fully utilize their abilities.

However, this is how I've always washed it before.

And you'll also find the water pipes very dirty, with some parts even moldy.

"At least get a showerhead..." Mo Xueyao muttered as she stood in front of the broken mirror, taking a shower.

She pinched the spout of the hose, leaving only a few gaps so that the water could flow faster and travel further.

Let's also simulate the feeling of a shower head.

Despite the many cracks in the mirror, Mo Xueyao could still clearly perceive the changes in her body.

The upturned bulge resembles a bamboo shoot.

Although it's not large, it's definitely not gone.

If you don't wear a bra, it will still be somewhat noticeable.

My legs seem a little thinner, but I don't know if it's just my imagination.

But her skin had definitely become smoother and more delicate. She squinted and looked at herself under the light, and it even seemed somewhat transparent.

The dilapidated bathroom didn't inspire much self-admiration, so after only a few glances, she rinsed off the soap. Forgot her towel, so she simply left it unwrapped and ran barefoot into the room.

As for whether Li Wanyan will see him along the way?

We've been living together for so long, we've long since lost that initial shyness and reservations!

Anyway, I'll be dressed in my pajamas soon, and I won't be exposed for too long.

In fact, Mo Xueyao has never had the habit of dressing properly or wrapping herself in a towel in her own bathroom before coming out.

When I was in junior high school, even if my parents were home, I would still come out naked after taking a shower.

The main problem is that the bathroom at home is too small. If I bring my clothes in, they will easily get wet. Even if they don't get wet, they will feel damp, and I will feel very uncomfortable for the first half hour after wearing them.

My parents always come home very late.

After all, fruit shops can't close that early.

If the store closes at 11 o'clock, by the time it takes to tidy up and return, it will be almost midnight.

"You're back so soon?" Upon returning home, the mother naturally noticed their return, pushed open the door to the small room, and asked with a smile.

"Hmm." The light in the small room was still on. Mo Xueyao was flipping through a novel, while Li Wanyan was practicing the electronic keyboard beside her.

"Hey, you're back?" The father joined in the fun. "How was it? Did you have fun?"

It seems that parents all over the world ask this question after their children return from a trip.

These may seem like trivial topics, but they are actually expressions of concern for one's child and a way to strengthen relationships.

"Of course I'm happy! I wish we had a villa that big."

"I don't know how big the villa you're talking about is, but don't even think about it. Our family can't even afford a villa," the father laughed.

“You should have dreams. What if you can afford it someday?” His mother glared at him. “Can’t you be a little more ambitious? This house is so small. I want to live in a big house too.”

"It's good enough to have a house to live in."

"If you two want to argue, please go to the living room," Mo Xueyao said, her eyelids drooping. "Could you please not make a scene in my room?"

“Hey, look, my daughter has been gone for ten days and she doesn’t like her old man anymore.”

"I've never liked you, okay!"

This family is always so lively and bustling.

Li Wanyan watched from the side, a smile involuntarily creeping onto her lips.

"How's Wanyan doing?" Her mother certainly didn't neglect her.

"pretty good."

Seeing that his mother was about to ask a lot of nagging questions, his father quickly pushed her out the door: "Alright, alright, let them go to sleep early. They must be tired from the journey and need to rest more."

"Yeah, you two shouldn't stay up so late just because it's a holiday. Go to sleep now, or it'll be tomorrow!"

“It’s already ‘tomorrow’.” Mo Xueyao pointed to the alarm clock on the bedside table.

"Sigh, I need to go to sleep too. We don't need to go shopping tomorrow, right? I can be lazy and get up a little later," the father said, stroking his chin.

Running a fruit shop is hard work. My father can usually only sleep four or five hours at night, and he can only take a two-hour nap during the day at noon.

But this is completely different from sleeping for six or seven hours straight.

Making money by running your own business is not an easy thing.

"Yaoyao, are you asleep?" Li Wanyan asked softly as she watched Mo Xueyao's parents close the door and reached for the light switch.

"Ah... go to sleep." Mo Xueyao nodded, and the latter gently pulled the white rope. With a 'click', the small room was plunged into darkness.

Within seconds, Mo Xueyao fell into a deep sleep, and her breathing became steady.

In any case, it's definitely easier to fall asleep in the comfort of home, in that familiar bed.

There's no place like home, no matter how good or bad it is.

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Chapter Sixty-Two: Chen Cheng's Father