Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Under the soft light, Zhou Xiaobai's smile was as bright as a flower blooming in spring, and her eyes were sparkling, full of curiosity and anticipation.

Zhou Xiaobai tilted his head slightly and asked in a playful tone, "Yuemin, what did you talk about with Zhang Haiyang when you had dinner tonight? Tell me about it!"

Zhong Yuemin raised his lips slightly, and a sly look flashed in his eyes, as if he was hiding a shocking secret. He deliberately kept the secret and said, "Well, speaking of this... Wife, you have to be mentally prepared - Zhang Haiyang is actually getting married."

"Ah? Really?" Zhou Xiaobai opened her mouth in surprise, her face full of disbelief. Her voice trembled with excitement, and she asked anxiously, "With whom? This news is too sudden, how come I didn't hear anything?" Zhou Xiaobai's curiosity was instantly ignited, like a sailboat blown by the wind, eager to sail to the unknown distance.

Zhong Yuemin raised the corners of his mouth again, revealing a meaningful smile, and then slowly uttered two words. "Li Ting, do you still remember her?" His voice was low and magnetic.

Zhou Xiaobai's smile instantly became brighter, as if the fragments of her memory were reassembled at this moment. She nodded gently, her eyes gleaming with memories, and smiled. "Li Ting, of course I remember that girl who was always a bit stubborn and gentle. I never thought that the two of them could be together. Fate is really wonderful."

However, Zhong Yuemin's face showed a kind of smugness that was almost like a successful prank. He blinked and said mysteriously, "Wife, there is much more to this story. Do you know how the two of them got together?"

Zhou Xiaobai shook his head and asked curiously, "How should I know this? Tell me quickly."

Zhong Yuemin deliberately kept the audience in suspense and spoke after a moment's silence. "Hey...hey...this is an absolute 'reverse' story. It makes me laugh for a long time every time I think about it." After saying that, Zhong Yuemin couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Reverse? What kind of new term is this?" Zhou Xiaobai looked confused, with a gleam of curiosity in her eyes. She had never heard of such a term before, and curiosity drove her to continue asking, "Tell me quickly, what's going on?"

Zhong Yuemin had a wicked smile on his face. "Wife, the reverse is..."

Zhou Xiaobai was listening with great interest, but when she realized what Zhong Yuemin meant by "reverse deduction", her face flushed with embarrassment and she said angrily, "Bah! You are a hooligan! Even after becoming a teacher, you are still a hooligan."

Zhong Yuemin disagreed. He straightened up and said seriously, "Wife, this is not right. Isn't the teacher also a human being? People have seven emotions and six desires. I just have this little hobby. You have to be more tolerant." Although his tone was serious, there was a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Zhou Xiaobai was left at a loss whether to laugh or cry at his words. She gently hit Zhong Yuemin. "You're just a gangster anyway!" But in Zhou Xiaobai's heart, she felt that Zhong Yuemin was more real and lovely.

Zhong Yuemin smiled and didn't care about her blame. He rolled his eyes and whispered in Zhou Xiaobai's ear, "Wife, how about letting me experience the feeling of being pushed back?"

Zhou Xiaobai's ears were tickled by his breath, and her heart was itchy too, but she deliberately put on a stern face and pretended to be angry. "Bah! I won't do it!"

Zhou Xiaobai knew that Zhong Yuemin was already having some inappropriate thoughts at this moment, and although she refused verbally, she herself was not sure whether she would accept such a challenge in her heart.

However, Zhong Yuemin did not seem to intend to let her go. He picked up Zhou Xiaobai and walked towards the bedroom with a smug smile on his face. "Wife, that is not up to you."

With a mischievous and doting smile, Zhong Yuemin easily picked up Zhou Xiaobai by the waist and walked towards the bedroom with steady steps.

Zhou Xiaobai's cheeks were as bright as the sunset, and her eyes showed both shyness and the reluctance to accept Zhong Yuemin's sudden intimacy. She gently pounded Zhong Yuemin's chest, and although she said no, her hands unconsciously wrapped around his neck, as if she was looking for peace of mind in this silent resistance.

Zhong Yuemin laughed and teased, "Wife, your body is much more honest than your mouth."

"You hate it!"

"Ha ha...."

The bedroom door closed gently, blocking out all the noise from the outside world and leaving only the warmth and beauty in their world of two.

Zhong Yuemin gently placed Zhou Xiaobai on the soft big bed, his eyes flashing with tenderness and expectation. He leaned over, gently touched Zhou Xiaobai's forehead with the tip of his nose, and whispered, "Wife, I just want you to know that no matter how my status changes, my feelings for you remain the same."

After hearing Zhong Yuemin's words, Zhou Xiaobai felt a warm current in her heart. The shyness and resistance gradually disappeared, replaced by a deep feeling of being touched. She raised her head and slowly moved her gaze towards Zhong Yuemin, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes: love, trust, and a hint of indescribable expectation.

In this small world that belongs only to them, time seems to have stood still. Zhong Yuemin and Zhou Xiaobai interpret the purest and most sincere emotions in love in their own unique way.

The moonlight outside the window quietly fell in like a veil, covering this warm scene with a soft silver glow. The whole room seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere, and even the air was filled with a breath of happiness.

As the night deepened, the two people's world became more and more intimate. They hugged each other tightly, feeling each other's warmth and heartbeat, as if time had stopped flowing. In each other's arms, they found an unprecedented sense of belonging, which also made this love more firm.

At this moment, Zhou Xiaobai finally let go of all her reserve and shyness, and devoted herself wholeheartedly to this deep affection. Her face was filled with a happy smile, and her eyes revealed endless tenderness.

Early the next morning, the sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the dining table in Zhong Yuemin's home, where the family was enjoying a quiet breakfast time.

However, the tranquility was soon broken by a sudden quarrel. The sound was sharp and familiar, causing Chen Yijun to frown.

"From the sound of it, it sounds like Old Madam Ding is arguing with someone again?" Chen Yijun sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness and curiosity in his words.

When Zhong Yuemin heard that it was Old Lady Ding's "unique skill", a smile appeared on his face, as if he was born with a strong interest in this kind of "liveliness" among neighbors.

So, Zhong Yuemin picked up his bowl without hesitation, stood up and prepared to go out to find out what was going on.

"Yuemin, where are you going?" Zhou Xiaobai's voice came from behind, with some confusion.

"I'll go and see what's going on and see which neighbor Old Mrs. Ding is 'sparring' with this time." Zhong Yuemin turned around, his face filled with a childlike excitement.

Hearing that their father was going to watch the fun, Xiao Shihua and Xiao Haichen couldn't hold back their curiosity and followed suit, holding their own bowls and following behind Zhong Yuemin. "Dad, wait for me, I want to go too!" Xiao Shihua shouted excitedly, and Xiao Haichen followed suit, not to be outdone. "I'm going too!"

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaobai couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, and shouted at Zhong Yuemin's back, "Zhong Yuemin, look at the good example you set, the children are following you and learning bad things!" There was both blame and a bit of pampering in his words.

At this time, Chen Yijun also put down the bowl in his hand and stood up. "I'll go look after the two children and make sure they don't cause any trouble."

At the dining table, Zhou Xiaobai looked at the empty seats and felt helpless. She shook her head and muttered to herself, "There's really nothing we can do about this family." Then, she picked up the bowl and continued to eat breakfast, but her mind had already flown to the "bustle" outside.

Old Mrs. Ding, a neighbor who seems a bit petty bourgeois but can instantly transform into a gossiper and chatterbox, is well-known among the neighbors for her unique "language art."

Whenever she argued with others, the scene was like an impromptu debate, which made people marvel at her sharp eloquence.

This morning's quarrel was a wonderful display of Mrs. Ding's "language art". Her voice was loud and powerful, and her speed was as fast as a string of cannonballs, making it hard to keep up. What was even more amazing was that she never used any dirty words when she cursed, but she was able to force the other party into a desperate situation with an overwhelming force.

Zhong Yuemin, who is usually curious about the world and likes to watch the fun, naturally would not miss such a good show. He stood aside, nodding while listening, and occasionally showing a look of excitement, obviously deeply attracted by Mrs. Ding's "language art".

Mrs. Ding's speech is full of various rhetorical devices. She is good at using parallelism to enhance momentum, rhetorical questions to stimulate thinking, rhetorical questions to guide the topic, and metaphors to make it vivid.

What's even more amazing is that she can follow the opponent's words and cleverly cite examples with the same logic to refute them, and then add a disdainful look and interjections. A series of attacks will directly make the opponent stunned and unable to defend himself.

Mrs. Ding's language is not only logical but also very contagious. Often, a single sentence can make the onlookers burst into laughter, as if they were cheering for her. In such an atmosphere, the opponent feels even more pressured, as if the whole world is laughing at his incompetence.

Mrs. Ding's "language art" not only allowed her to win every quarrel, but also earned her the title of "expert in quarreling" among her neighbors.

However, Mrs. Ding didn't seem to care about all this. She just enjoyed the pleasure of every "battle" in her own way, as well as the sense of accomplishment that others could hardly understand.

The sunlight shines on the stone steps in front of Zhong Yuemin's house, adding a bit of warmth to this ordinary morning.

Zhong Yuemin was sitting in the middle of the steps. On his left was little Haichen, who was looking around curiously with eyes wide open. On his right was little Shihua, who was holding onto her father's clothes with her little hands and also looking forward cautiously.

Chen Yijun stood behind them, observing this sudden "battle" with helplessness but some interest.

In front, Old Mrs. Ding and another old woman in her fifties were arguing with each other. Their voices came one after another, attracting the attention of many neighbors around.

The old woman, with her hair neatly combed and her chubby face with a particularly shiny forehead, was obviously a very particular person. But her words and deeds at the moment were very different from her appearance.

This old woman was also an old resident of this alley. Although she and Old Mrs. Ding were not close friends, they got along well with each other.

As the quarrel escalated, Zhong Yuemin gradually understood the whole story. It turned out that a cleaning lady accidentally dropped dust on the old woman's trouser legs while sweeping the floor. This was a trivial matter, but the old woman was furious and spoke harshly to the cleaning lady, even though she apologized repeatedly.

"You don't have eyes? Look at how shameless you are!" The old woman's voice was sharp and piercing, full of contempt and insult for the cleaning lady.

The cleaning lady was obviously irritated, but she still tried to control her emotions and defended herself aggrievedly, "What's wrong with me sweeping the floor? How am I cheap? I also earn money by my physical strength. I don't steal or rob..." There was a bit of trembling and helplessness in her voice.

Seeing this, the neighbors came forward to try to stop the fight, but the old woman refused to appreciate it and continued to insult the cleaning lady.

In the end, the cleaning lady left the scene crying amid everyone's sympathy and regret.

This scene made Mrs. Ding unable to bear it. She was a person who loved to stand up for the weak, especially this time, the "justice" in her eyes was violated.

So, Mrs. Ding stood up without hesitation and "blasted" the old woman. "You are born to be a cucumber, you deserve to be beaten! What's wrong with others not paying attention when sweeping the floor? You are so persistent, do you have any humanity at all?"

The old woman's anger was completely ignited by Mrs. Ding's ridicule. She raised her head suddenly, widened her eyes, as if she wanted to devour the other person with her eyes. Her voice was sharp and harsh, and her rebuttal words poured out like a string of cannonballs. "You are meddling in other people's business! Who do you think you are? Why do you want to meddle in my business?" Her tone was full of reluctance and anger, as if her reverse scale had been touched.

When Mrs. Ding heard this, a sneer appeared on her lips. She knew very well that she was not someone who could be easily provoked.

So, Mrs. Ding hit back mercilessly. "You look like a toad, I really don't care about you, your cowardly look makes me sick. You are chasing fashion and cutting your hair in the middle, can you please take a look at your hair that is 3:8? Go home and take a good look at yourself in a mirror, how many green onions do you have on your head, if not, go buy some and stick them on your head, you are just pretending!"

Mrs. Ding's words were sharp and straightforward, and every word was like a sharp blade, piercing the old woman's pain point.

The two of them kept arguing back and forth, attracting more and more onlookers.

However, in this noisy environment, Zhong Yuemin seemed to be in another world. He sat on the steps, staring at the fierce argument with his eyes fixed on it, his face filled with relish.

For Zhong Yuemin, such a scene may be more real and interesting than any TV show.