Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Zhong Yuemin sat in the corner of the classroom, the sunlight from the window sprinkled on his face, he half closed his eyes, as if thinking about life. The political study meeting every Friday afternoon always made him feel a little boring, but the atmosphere today seemed a little different.

Counselor Song Xiangjun, the class teacher and a group of students from the student union walked in with heavy steps, their eyes focused on a corner - there, Zhong Yuemin sat quietly, facing the impending criticism.

Song Xiangjun's eyes are serious yet gentle. She is a typical intellectual woman, with both the dignity of a teacher and the tenderness of a woman. Her voice is clear and powerful, as if it has a magic that can penetrate the hearts of every student.

"Students, today we are going to discuss a very important topic." Song Xiangjun said, her eyes swept across the faces of the classmates, and finally stopped on Zhong Yuemin. "About college students' outlook on life, world view and values."

Zhong Yuemin opened his eyes and felt that the instructor's gaze seemed a little strange. He sat up straight and began to listen carefully.

"As students, we should not only learn knowledge, but also establish correct values. This is related to our future growth and development."

Song Xiangjun continued, "Some students may think these topics are too abstract, but in fact, they are closely related to our lives."

At this time, a classmate suddenly raised his hand and said, "Teacher Song, I think dating is not a bad thing, right? After all, we are all adults."

Song Xiangjun smiled and said, "You are right. Dating is not a bad thing. However, we need to make it clear that dating cannot affect our studies and life. If dating delays our studies, or if emotional problems affect our mental health, then we need to pay attention to it."

The students nodded in agreement.

Song Xiangjun continued, "We also need to pay attention to the fact that as college students, we should have a sense of responsibility and a spirit of responsibility. We cannot only focus on our own personal interests, but also pay attention to the development of society and the progress of the country. We must have correct political awareness, actively respond to the call of the country, and work hard to achieve the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation."

Zhong Yuemin, a student who was usually known for his free and undisciplined nature, was unusually well-behaved at this moment. He held a notebook and a pen in his hand, sitting upright on a chair, as if he was seriously repenting.

However, his inner self was completely different from his outer self. He was used to meetings and had a lot of experience. At this moment, he listened to the speeches of the people on the stage, but most of the words went in one ear and out the other. He didn't take them seriously at all.

The head teacher stood on the stage, frowning and speaking in a serious tone. He listed a series of recent inappropriate behaviors of Zhong Yuemin, and his voice revealed deep dissatisfaction and disappointment. However, Zhong Yuemin just listened expressionlessly, thinking to himself: "I can recite these clichés by heart."

While the head teacher was criticizing him, Zhong Yuemin noticed the reaction of his classmates. He was relieved that no one would take advantage of his misfortune as he had imagined. Although some students showed dissatisfaction or doubt on their faces, most of them remained silent, as if silently supporting him.

Halfway through the criticism, a classmate who usually had a good relationship with Zhong Yuemin stood up. He did not blindly criticize like others, but objectively stated his own views. He said: "Although Zhong Yuemin sometimes behaves a little extreme, he is not a bad person. When we usually get along, he is also very loyal and helpful. I hope everyone can give him a chance to correct his mistakes."

These words warmed Zhong Yuemin's heart. He realized that although he usually behaved unruly, his classmates did not completely deny him.

The president of the Student Union, Yan Weimin, stood on the stage, his eyes sharp as a knife. He looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Zhong Yuemin, with an ambiguous smile on his lips. Zhong Yuemin looked up, met his gaze, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"Classmates, class leaders, I am standing here today not to sing praises, but to discuss problems." Yan Weimin's voice was loud and penetrating.

Yan Weimin paused and continued, "I think everyone has heard about Zhong Yuemin's case. First of all, I want to say that class leaders should set an example. When faced with Zhong Yuemin's wrong behavior, you cannot choose to cover up and condone him just because you have a good relationship with him."

As soon as Yan Weimin finished speaking, there was a murmur in the meeting hall. Zhong Yuemin's face also changed slightly. This grandson was targeting him.

"I know some people may think I'm making a mountain out of a molehill," Yan Weimin continued. "But I want to tell you that this is no small matter. This is not the first time that Zhong Yuemin has behaved like this. This shows that he has ideological problems, and ideological problems are often more serious than behavioral problems. We cannot ignore this problem, let alone condone this behavior."

Zhong Yuemin's face turned green when he heard this. He thought to himself, is this grandson crazy? Did he steal your wife or something? Is he targeting me like this?

Song Xiangjun frowned, obviously not liking this trick of accusing someone. What's more, this person was Zhong Yuemin. She glanced at Zhong Yuemin and said, "Student Zhong Yuemin, tell me what you think!"

Zhong Yuemin cleared his throat and looked firmly at Yan Weimin, who had raised the question, with a tone of firmness that could not be questioned. "I do not agree with Yan Weimin's opinion. I think that what I said was just a matter of personal living habits. How could it be elevated to an ideological issue? I love my motherland, and I am also working hard to contribute to the four modernizations of socialism in the future. The times are different now. It is not like more than ten years ago, when people were easily labeled as reactionaries. I think Yan Weimin's idea of ​​easily labeling people is unacceptable."

Yan Weimin stood on the podium, listening to Zhong Yuemin's fearless rebuttal, his face was as dark and gloomy as the sky outside the window. He originally thought that with his status as the president of the student union, he could easily suppress the unruly Zhong Yuemin, but he didn't expect that the other party would refute him so strongly.

"I'm the president of the Student Union. You have violated school rules again and again, which shows that you don't take the school rules to heart at all. You are simply disrespecting them." There was a hint of coldness in Yan Weimin's voice, as if to freeze Zhong Yuemin in the cold night.

However, Zhong Yuemin was not moved at all. He smiled faintly, with a trace of disdain in his eyes: "Student Yan, your thinking is obviously problematic. You have a strong sense of officialism. I remember that the responsibility of the student union is just to cooperate. Even if you accuse me of violating the rules, it is our department that handles it. How to deal with it is obviously not within your authority."

Yan Weimin was so angry at Zhong Yuemin's words that his face turned blue. He didn't expect that Zhong Yuemin would use the student union charter so cleverly to refute him. He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then said coldly, "Zhong Yuemin, do you think you can escape punishment just because you know the student union charter? I tell you, violating school regulations is violating school regulations, no matter how you quibble, it's useless."

Zhong Yuemin smiled mockingly when he heard this. "Student Yan, why are you so excited? I am just stating the facts. The duty of the student union president is to assist the school in managing students, not to abuse his power to suppress classmates."

Yan Weimin stood there, his lips trembling with anger, as if he was suppressing the turbulent waves in his heart. He pretended to be calm, but his eyes revealed a trace of unwillingness, and said to teacher Song Xiangjun, "Teacher Song, I will take my leave first. I will report the situation of your class to the school truthfully. This is my responsibility."

When Song Xiangjun heard this, she felt uncomfortable. What? Are you going to report it to the principal? She nodded slightly, tacitly agreeing to Yan Weimin's departure, and then turned her eyes to Zhong Yuemin on the side, with a serious tone. "Student Zhong Yuemin, since you have violated the school rules, I have decided to punish you to do labor, including cleaning the bathroom and the toilet for three days. I hope you can learn from your mistakes and don't make the same mistake again."

Zhong Yuemin didn't take the punishment too seriously. He knew that the school's educational policy was "focusing on learning, but also learning other things". Not only did he learn cultural knowledge, but he also learned about industry, agriculture, and the military, and even criticized the bourgeoisie. Cleaning the sanitation and toilets was just a piece of cake for him. He smiled and thought, "Labor is also a part of learning. It's a good opportunity to experience a different way of life."

The days passed by so quietly, like a river without ripples, flowing quietly and silently. The sun rose from the east on time every day and set from the west on time, bringing warmth and taking away the light of the day.

There are no surprises or accidents. Zhong Yuemin's life is like a cup of boiled water, colorless and tasteless, but it is an indispensable part of life.

Zhong Yuemin and Zhou Xiaobai repeat the same actions every day, going to work, getting off work, eating, sleeping, like a set program, mechanical and boring. The pedestrians on the street are in a hurry, their faces are full of fatigue and helplessness, as if they are sighing for this dull day.

Before I knew it, the end of December had quietly arrived. This year has passed in a dull manner, without too many ups and downs, nor too many regrets.

Zhong Yuemin sat in front of the window, looking at the falling snow outside, and a sense of inexplicable melancholy surged in his heart. He remembered that at this time last year, he was still busy brewing wine. But this year, with many helpers, he didn't need to do it himself. Ning Wei and a group of female comrades did all the work for him.

"Yuemin, what are you looking at?" A crisp voice interrupted Zhou Xiaobai's thoughts. It was Zhou Xiaobai.

"Nothing, just looking at the snow." Zhong Yuemin retracted his gaze and smiled.

"It's snowing so heavily. It looks like this winter will be very cold."

Zhong Yuemin looked at the snowflakes drifting outside the window and couldn't help feeling deeply moved. "Yes, time flies so fast, and another year has passed in the blink of an eye." He sighed softly, as if the passing years were jumping between his fingers, elusive.

Zhou Xiaobai stood beside him, her brows furrowed, worry written all over her face. "Yuemin, why doesn't Xiao Haichen know how to walk yet?" Her voice was a little anxious, as if she was looking for an answer.

Zhong Yuemin turned his head and looked at Zhou Xiaobai's worried face, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He smiled and held her hand, and replied gently, "Wife, why are you in such a hurry? Our son is still young."

After hearing this, Zhou Xiaobai's brows did not relax, but furrowed even more. "Zhong Yuemin, are you deliberately using my old words to make me angry?" Her voice contained a hint of anger, but more of worry.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin's heart moved, and he gently pulled Zhou Xiaobai into his arms. "Wife, how dare I make you angry!"

Zhong Yuemin spoke softly in Zhou Xiaobai's ear, his voice full of tenderness and doting. He gently stroked Zhou Xiaobai's hair. "It's cold now, and children are afraid of the cold. After the New Year and the beginning of spring, when we take off our thick clothes, Xiao Haichen should be able to leave."

Zhou Xiaobai felt itchy from Zhong Yuemin's words, and his worries were slightly relieved. "What are you doing? Let me go quickly, or my daughter will see us."

"My daughter is playing in front! She won't come over. Wife, don't worry about your son, I'm here. I will always be with Xiao Haichen and watch him grow up slowly."

The two of them snuggled together, quietly watching the snowflakes falling outside the window. Zhong Yuemin was immersed in this moment of tranquility and warmth, when suddenly Xiao Shihua's crisp voice broke the tranquility. "Dad, Mom, what are you doing?" She curiously leaned over, looking back and forth between the two of them with a pair of bright eyes.

Zhou Xiaobai blushed and quickly broke free from Zhong Yuemin's arms and gently patted Xiao Shihua's head. "My girl, your father is a bad guy. He bullies your mother." She teased with a smile, trying to hide the intimacy just now.

After hearing this, Xiao Shihua immediately widened her eyes and looked at Zhong Yuemin with a serious look. "Dad, don't bully Mom. Otherwise, I will never talk to you again." Her little face was full of seriousness, as if she was defending something important.

Zhong Yuemin looked at Xiao Shihua's serious expression, and felt warm in his heart. He reached out and gently scratched Xiao Shihua's nose. "My daughter, how could Daddy bully Mommy? Daddy was comforting Mommy because Mommy was worried that her brother couldn't walk."

Xiao Shihua listened and nodded, not quite understanding. "When will my brother learn to walk?"

Zhong Yuemin smiled, picked up Xiao Shihua and sat her on his lap. "When spring comes, your little brother will slowly learn to walk. Then, you can teach him how to walk, okay?"

After hearing this, Xiao Shihua's eyes lit up and she clapped her hands excitedly. "Great! Great! I will teach my little brother how to walk and how to read!"

The little girl suddenly remembered her mission. "Dad, Uncle Li Kuiyong is looking for you!"

"Okay, I'll be there right away."