Rebirth of Bloody Romance

On this night of stars and lights, Zhong Yuemin's passion seemed to overflow with the aroma of wine, and before he knew it, the effect of the alcohol quietly climbed into his heart.

Zhong Yuemin had an uninhibited smile on his face, but he never expected that this joy would turn into a sudden "Wow", breaking the tranquility around him.

Seeing this, Song Xiangjun hurried forward, her eyes filled with both blame and heartache, and patted him gently on the back, trying to ease the sudden discomfort.

"Why do you drink so much alcohol for no reason?" There was a hint of anger in her voice, but she couldn't hide her concern for Zhong Yuemin.

Hearing this, Zhong Yuemin just laughed, and his laughter was full of relief and satisfaction. "Isn't this happiness? It's rare to get drunk in life, and I won't go home until I'm drunk today!"

However, the reality of the problem soon lay before the two of them - it was late at night, the bus had stopped, the taxi was nowhere to be seen, and the way home seemed to have become extraordinarily long.

Song Xiangjun frowned slightly, her worry evident in her words. "Now that we don't have a car anymore, how are we going to get back? Won't your wife be worried?"

Zhong Yuemin didn't seem to care. He waved his hand gently, with a strange light in his eyes. "How about we walk back? It's not too far." These words, like an invisible force, instantly ignited the fire of adventure in the hearts of the two.

Song Xiangjun looked at him, a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, but she was eventually moved by his determination and responded softly, "Okay! Come on, I'll help you."

Thus, a pair of figures slowly walked forward in the night. Although their steps seemed to be staggering, they were full of a special tacit understanding and warmth. The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on them, adding a bit of romance and mystery to this unexpected journey.

Zhong Yuemin would occasionally let out a few hearty laughs, which reflected his fearless attitude towards life and his deep gratitude to the people around him.

The night grew darker, and on the road from Xuanwumen to Beihai, it seemed that only the two of them were moving slowly.

A distance of four kilometers might be just an easy stroll when one is sober, but for Zhong Yuemin at this moment, it has become a long and difficult journey.

Zhong Yuemin almost completely relied on Song Xiangjun. Every step he took seemed so heavy, as if the road under his feet had become extremely rugged.

Although Song Xiangjun felt a little tired, she felt helpless and understanding when she saw Zhong Yuemin's expression. She tried her best to adjust her pace so that the two of them could move forward more steadily.

The close contact of the bodies created a subtle atmosphere in the air, and Zhong Yuemin could feel his cheeks slightly getting hot.

The close physical contact made Zhong Yuemin feel a little embarrassed. Although his consciousness was blurred after drinking, the subtle feelings were clearly felt.

Zhong Yuemin tried to break the awkwardness with words, so he announced loudly under the influence of alcohol, "Teacher Song, I'm happy today, I want to sing a song to cheer you up!"

Song Xiangjun felt a little helpless when she heard this, but she was also amused by Zhong Yuemin's childishness. She agreed softly. "Okay, I'll listen to you sing and see what you can sing."

Then, Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath, as if he was looking for the melody in his memory. He closed his eyes and let the night breeze blow across his face, taking away a trace of alcohol.

After a moment, he opened his mouth and his singing spread with the night wind. Although the pitch was sometimes off and the rhythm was a little messy, the sincerity and freedom in his singing were moving.

"Today is your birthday, my motherland. In the early morning I released a flock of white doves..." Then I forgot the lyrics, but it doesn’t matter, just move on to the next song.

"In that faraway place, there is a good girl..." Zhong Yuemin's voice was a little hoarse, but full of affection, and every note seemed to carry his love and yearning for life. Song Xiangjun stood quietly by, listening to this melody from the depths of her soul, with a soft light flashing in her eyes.

Before Song Xiangjun could react, Zhong Yuemin, who was singing happily, changed to the next song:

"I crossed the snow-capped mountains and came to the grassland,

Just to see you one more time before you get married.

We promised to be together till the end of time.

Have you forgotten the oath we swore?

My mother said that our fate is too shallow.

Dad smoked all night without saying a word.

Outside your yurt, I sang until the strings of my harp broke.

As I watched you walk away, my tears dried up.

Sister, you must be a heartless goose.

Brother will be a poplar tree and wait for you for three thousand years.

I will wait for you in life and death.

My heart will remain unchanged until the end of time.

Sister, I have been waiting for you for three years.

Only then did I know that you went to a place called Forever......"

The two continued to move forward in the night, and Zhong Yuemin's singing became their best companion. Although the journey was long and difficult, with each other's company and support, everything became less important.

As the singing rose and fell, the distance between the two seemed to become closer. Zhong Yuemin's singing became the most sincere way of communication between them, making all the embarrassment and anxiety disappear. They continued to move forward in the night until the outline of Beihai Park gradually became clear.

When the last ray of singing faded into the night sky, Zhong Yuemin finally stopped. He turned to look at Song Xiangjun, his eyes flashing with gratitude and apology. "Thank you, Teacher Song. Without your company, I might have to sleep on the street today."

Song Xiangjun smiled slightly and patted his shoulder gently. "Do we need to say all this to each other? Let's go, your man is waiting for you." After that, she helped Zhong Yuemin up again, and the two continued on their journey home.

The courtyard at night was simple and peaceful, like a piece of pure land isolated from the world. Zhong Yuemin stood at the gate, looking at the wooden door that was about to open, and an inexplicable warmth surged in his heart.

Zhong Yuemin turned to Song Xiangjun and said, "Teacher Song, I'm here. I'm really sorry to bother you today. I asked you to take me back so late."

Song Xiangjun shook her head gently, with a faint smile on her lips. "Zhong Yuemin, if you continue to be so polite, I will really be angry."

Zhong Yuemin felt a warm current in his heart when he heard this. He scratched his head and smiled a little embarrassedly. "Okay, okay, I won't say anything. What about you? It's so late, shall I take you home?"

After hearing this, Song Xiangjun smiled and shook her head, her eyes full of tenderness and determination. "You still want to send me off? Look at yourself, you are staggering when you walk, you should take care of yourself first. I live not far from here, it's no problem for me to go back by myself. I won't say too much to you, go in quickly, don't let your family wait anxiously."

After saying that, Song Xiangjun turned around and was about to leave, but she couldn't help but look back at Zhong Yuemin, her eyes full of reluctance and concern. Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin felt inexplicably moved, and he knew that he must cherish this friendship.

Zhong Yuemin watched Song Xiangjun's back gradually go away until she disappeared into the night, then he slowly pushed open the gate of the courtyard and stepped into the world that belonged to him.

However, just as Zhong Yuemin was about to step over the threshold, he seemed to hear a slight sound of footsteps coming from a distance.

Zhong suddenly turned around, but saw only the dark night, empty. He felt warm in his heart, knowing that it was Song Xiangjun who quietly left after confirming that he had arrived home safely.

Zhong Yuemin stood at the bedroom door, the warmth of the alcohol still lingering on his cheeks. He knocked on the door gently, as if announcing his return to the world inside.

Inside the door, Zhou Xiaobai's voice was somewhat cautious. "Who is it?"

"I." Zhong Yuemin answered simply, with a hint of fatigue and expectation in his voice.

However, Zhou Xiaobai did not open the door immediately, but continued to tease, "How do I know who 'I' am?" There was a hint of smile in her voice, but also a hint of blame and dissatisfaction.

Just as Zhong Yuemin was about to respond again, the door latch made a slight sound and the door opened quietly.

Zhou Xiaobai stood inside the door, holding the bolt with one hand, her eyes showing both blame and concern. "Okay, I'll lock the door, you go in." Her words were concise and powerful, revealing her deep understanding and tolerance for Zhong Yuemin.

Zhong Yuemin walked into the bedroom, and the warmth of home instantly surrounded him. He was about to explain when Zhou Xiaobai handed him a cup of hot tea. "Where did you drink again, you smell of alcohol? I saw you this morning." Her tone was somewhat reproachful, but more of it was concern and worry for Zhong Yuemin.

Zhong Yuemin took the teacup, and a warm current spread from the palm of his hand to his heart. He looked at Zhou Xiaobai gratefully and smiled. "I got together with a few teachers today, and I drank too much accidentally. I'm sorry that my wife made you worry."

Zhou Xiaobai sighed softly, his eyes showing both reproach and heartache. "Yuemin, I'm not forbidding you to drink, but you have to know your limits. Look at you now, you can't even stand steadily, what if something happens?"

Zhong Yuemin knew he was in the wrong, so he quickly apologized with a smile. "Yes, yes, yes, my wife is right. I will pay attention next time. I was so happy today that I drank a few more glasses. Next time I will remember to come back early so that you won't worry."

Zhou Xiao rolled his eyes at him. "How many times have I heard you say this? I can't even remember. You should do what you are supposed to do."

Zhong Yuemin chuckled, and the slightly awkward expression was instantly resolved by humor. He cleverly changed the subject. "Wife, did you go to watch the military parade, too?" There was a bit of curiosity and intimacy in his words, as if he was looking for common interests between the two.

Zhou Xiaobai smiled when he heard this, but he also teased, "How fresh! If you can go, why can't I?"

Zhou Xiaobai's tone was playful, but also revealed some dissatisfaction with Zhong Yuemin's behavior. Then, she felt a little chilly and involuntarily pulled at her coat, trying to make herself warmer.

"Then I didn't see you." Zhong Yuemin said apologetically, secretly regretting that he didn't find his wife in the crowd. But he also knew that it was not easy to find each other in such a crowded place.

After hearing this, Zhou Xiaobai couldn't help but complain. "I saw you, but there were too many people. I wanted to say hello to you, but I couldn't squeeze through. I wanted to come back with you, but I couldn't find you when I turned around."

There was a hint of loss and dissatisfaction in Zhou Xiaobai's tone, and he obviously felt aggrieved that Zhong Yuemin did not notice his existence.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin quickly explained, "I just went out for a drink with a few colleagues and left early."

"The one who put up the banner today is from your school, right? That's really bold, isn't it?" Zhou Xiaobai said with some surprise and curiosity, and she obviously remembered the banner incident that happened during the day. Her bright eyes were fixed on Zhong Yuemin, trying to read something from his expression.

Zhong Yuemin smiled and replied easily, "Wife, it's nothing. I'm just expressing my admiration. What can go wrong? Are you thinking too much?"

However, Zhou Xiaobai did not give up. She called Zhong Yuemin who was about to take a shower. "Wait a minute, Yuemin, it wasn't you who came up with the idea of ​​hanging the banner, was it?" There was a hint of joking and tentativeness in her tone, but her eyes revealed some seriousness and expectation.

Zhong Yuemin was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Zhou Xiao to ask such a direct question. He asked back curiously, "Wife, why do you ask this?"

Zhou Xiaobai smiled slightly. "I just think that you always have many ideas, are bold, and like to be lively. This kind of thing that can both express emotions and cause a sensation is very much in line with your style." There was a hint of ridicule and appreciation in her words, and it was obvious that she had a deep understanding of Zhong Yuemin's character.

Zhong Yuemin stopped and turned around, with a hint of surprise and curiosity on his face. "Wife, why do you think so? I don't have the courage to pull up a banner today."

Zhou Xiaobai looked into Zhong Yuemin's eyes and said seriously, "I just thought it was quite bold, and you usually have your own ideas, so I just asked. But then again, if it was really your idea, then I have to say a few words to you. Although it's right to express admiration, you still have to consider the methods and means carefully, and don't be too radical."

Zhong Yuemin smiled and shook his head when he heard this. "Don't worry, my wife, I really didn't do this. Although I like to give some advice sometimes, I don't do it without considering the occasion. Besides, if something goes wrong with hanging banners, the impact will be bad. I still know my limits."

After listening to Zhong Yuemin's explanation, Zhou Xiaobai's doubts were mostly dispelled. "I knew you weren't the kind of person who would mess around. Okay, go take a shower, the water is ready."

Zhong Yuemin smiled and nodded, then turned and walked towards the bathroom. As he walked, he turned back and said to Zhou Xiaobai, "Wife, come over and give me a bath later."

Zhou Xiaobai blushed. "Bah! You must have bad intentions. I won't go."

"Haha...Wife, your thoughts are too dirty!"

"Looking for a fight, right?"

"hey-hey....."

Zhou Xiaobai watched Zhong Yuemin staggering towards the bathroom, and a feeling of worry welled up in his heart.

She knew that Zhong Yuemin had drunk a lot of wine today and was a little unsteady when walking, not to mention in a slippery place like the bathroom. So, she followed him without hesitation and decided to bathe him herself to ensure his safety.

"I told you, I'm going to give you a bath, you're not allowed to move, okay?" Zhou Xiaobai stood at the bathroom door, her tone was a bit serious and concerned. Her eyes were full of love and care for Zhong Yuemin, as if she was guarding a precious baby.

Zhong Yuemin was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then a happy smile appeared on his face. "Yeah, I heard it."