Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Song Xiangjun stood quietly in front of Zhong Yuemin, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes.

When Zhong Yuemin's words passed by her ears like a spring breeze, Song Xiangjun's heart seemed to be tugged by something, painful and tangled. She spoke slowly, with a trembling voice. "I, I have a child."

Zhong Yuemin's pupils shrank suddenly when he heard this. He felt mixed emotions in his heart and muttered to himself, "Damn! This efficiency is too high! I finally got to see the term 'one shot hits the target' today!"

However, Zhong Yuemin had to pretend to be calm and cautiously asked, "How long has it been? We need to think about it carefully."

When Song Xiangjun heard him ask this, her face instantly darkened and a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes. "What do you mean? Don't you remember what you did? Who do you think I am?" Her voice trembled slightly, and she was obviously surprised and dissatisfied with this question.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin quickly waved his hands and explained, "Don't get me wrong, Xiangjun! I'm just too concerned and want to know more about the situation so I can help you share your burden, right?"

Song Xiangjun took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but her tone was still a little hard. "Don't worry, this child will have my surname Song, and the timeline of my divorce from He Linhai will match. No one in the outside world will suspect you. I won't make things difficult for you."

Hearing this, Zhong Yuemin's heart surged with emotion and he involuntarily walked closer to Song Xiangjun. He gently embraced Song Xiangjun in his arms, his voice full of determination. "You are the one who said this. Am I the irresponsible person? As long as you need me, I, Zhong Yuemin, will go through fire and water without hesitation. Although I dare not say that I am a good man, I will never let you and your daughter suffer any grievances. I will arrange everything and ensure that you will have no worries for the rest of your lives."

Song Xiangjun's body stiffened slightly, then she struggled twice and said softly, "Let me go, aren't you afraid that someone will see us?" There was a hint of anger in her tone, but also an imperceptible tenderness.

However, Zhong Yuemin didn't care at all. He smiled and said shamelessly, "If I see it, I'll just take you home as my concubine."

As soon as these words came out, Song Xiangjun couldn't help laughing, with a cunning light flashing in her eyes. "I am willing, do you dare?" she asked provocatively.

Zhong Yuemin was embarrassed by this. He touched his head, and his naive look made Song Xiangjun burst out laughing. "Okay, I'm just kidding. Put away the tricks you use to coax little girls outside." She said with a smile, a hint of pampering in her tone.

Zhong Yuemin heard this and quickly explained, "Well? I never mess with women outside."

However, Song Xiangjun obviously didn't intend to let him go easily. She laughed, with a cunning light in her eyes. "Then tell me, how many women do you have outside?" There was a hint of ridicule and teasing in her words.

Zhong Yuemin was at a loss when he heard this. He smiled awkwardly, trying to hide his panic. "Don't..." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Song Xiangjun.

"Think about it first. I don't believe you if you say there is no such thing." Song Xiangjun said with a smile, her eyes flashing with confidence.

After Song Xiangjun finished her meal, she started to wash clothes. Zhong Yuemin volunteered and said, "Come, I'll wash them for you."

"Okay, I'll give you a chance to perform."

"Don't worry, I just like working."

"Hehe...Hehe...Take your time to wash. I'll go back to the house to find something."

Zhong Yuemin was rubbing clothes in the yard. The sunlight shining on his slightly disheveled figure made him look particularly interesting. He rubbed several pieces of clothes with skillful and powerful movements, but when he came to the collar of a white shirt, he encountered a problem. The stain on the collar seemed like a stubborn enemy, and no matter how hard he rubbed, he could not rub it clean.

Zhong Yuemin added detergent once, twice, and even three times. The foam became more and more, piling up so high that even the color of the clothes was covered up.

Zhong Yuemin was so anxious that he was furious. He simply picked up a shoe brush and started scrubbing vigorously. However, the stain remained motionless, as if mocking his incompetence.

Finally, Zhong Yuemin couldn't stand it anymore. He threw his hands in anger and shouted, "I quit! Buy a new one! I'm not short of money!" After that, he stood up angrily and began to wash the foam off his body.

Song Xiangjun came out of the house and saw Zhong Yuemin's angry look. She was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing.

The laughter was clear and sweet, as if it could dispel all the troubles. She laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back. She covered her stomach with one hand and pointed at Zhong Yuemin with the other hand, laughing. "Ha...ha...are you washing clothes or playing with bubbles? How did you get yourself like this?"

Zhong Yuemin's depressed mood instantly improved when he heard Song Xiangjun's laughter. He shook his head helplessly, sighed, and sat on the stool, looking like he had lost all hope in life.

However, Zhong Yuemin's eyes revealed a bit of tenderness and doting, as if to say: "Hey, this is life."

"What's wrong with you? How can you wash clothes like this?" Song Xiangjun asked with a smile, while reaching out to help Zhong Yuemin sort out the foam on his hair.

Zhong Yuemin smiled bitterly and said, "I can't wash the stain on the collar. It really makes me angry."

Song Xiangjun laughed after hearing this. "Leave the laundry to me in the future. You're a grown man, how could you do this?"

As Song Xiangjun spoke, she began to operate skillfully. She poured out the excess water in the basin, added some clean water, and carefully rinsed the foam off the shirt.

Then, Song Xiangjun turned and walked into the kitchen, took out a bottle of vinegar, and gently poured it on the collar stain that Zhong Yuemin had just tried to scrub in vain. With a smug smile on her face, she said to Zhong Yuemin, "Just add a little vinegar, and don't use a shoe brush, it will damage the clothes."

Zhong Yuemin looked at her skillful movements and felt a little ashamed. He thought washing clothes was a piece of cake, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even wash a shirt clean.

At this time, Song Xiangjun picked up two pairs of thick jeans and began to scrub them laboriously on the washboard. Her waist was bent very low, almost parallel to the washboard, and beads of sweat soon oozed out of her forehead. From time to time, she wiped the sweat with her rolled-up sleeves, but her hands never stopped moving.

Zhong Yuemin saw it and felt pain in his heart. He walked over and said softly, "Let me wash these jeans. You take a break."

Song Xiangjun shook her head and said with a smile, "No need, I'll be done soon. Go and do your own thing, I can handle this little thing."

Seeing that she insisted, Zhong Yuemin had to give up. But he did not leave, but stood aside, watching Song Xiangjun silently.

As he was standing close to her, Zhong Yuemin's eyes accidentally fell on Song Xiangjun. He looked down and could see her clearly through her wet shirt.

At that moment, Zhong Yuemin's heartbeat accelerated. The indescribable shyness and desire surged in his heart like an electric current.

Song Xiangjun didn't seem to notice Zhong Yuemin's abnormality. She continued to scrub her jeans with concentration, a faint smile on her lips. Her calmness and confidence made Zhong Yuemin even more fascinated by her.

Song Xiangjun finally noticed Zhong Yuemin's slightly fiery gaze and the strangeness that inadvertently flashed in his eyes.

When Song Xiangjun realized what Zhong Yuemin was looking at, her cheeks instantly turned red, and her voice was filled with a hint of shyness and anger. "Zhong Yuemin, what are you looking at?"

Zhong Yuemin chuckled, a sly look flashing in his eyes. "Hey, why are you shy? It's not like we haven't seen it before."

"You, you bad guy!" Song Xiangjun cursed coquettishly, her cheeks became even redder, as if blood could drip out.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin felt an irresistible impulse in his heart. He walked quickly to the door, closed it, and inserted the bolt from the inside.

This series of actions made Song Xiangjun's face even redder. She asked nervously, "Why did you close the door?"

Zhong Yuemin didn't answer, but suddenly picked up Song Xiangjun by the waist. Song Xiangjun screamed and said quickly, "Ah... Zhong Yuemin, no, it won't be good for the child."

Hearing this, Zhong Yuemin smiled gently. "Hey...hey...you're overthinking it. I just want to hug you and feel your warmth."

"I don't..." Song Xiangjun was stopped by Zhong Yuemin's sudden kiss before she could finish her words. His kiss was gentle and affectionate, as if it could melt everything.

After the initial surprise, Song Xiangjun gradually immersed herself in the kiss, feeling the warmth and love that Zhong Yuemin conveyed to her.

The two of them just hugged each other quietly, as if they were the only two people in the world. In this warm and slightly shy moment, their hearts were closer to each other.

After returning home, Zhong Yuemin picked up a few magazines that were delivered to him in the morning and planned to kill some time.

However, after flipping through a few pages, Zhong Yuemin felt bored. The articles in these magazines were all about this literary genre or that genre, and the various novel words and sentence structures dazzled him, but he could never grasp the essence of them.

Zhong Yuemin couldn't read or comprehend them. Others said these works were good, profound, and thoughtful, but Zhong Yuemin couldn't see what was good about them.

Zhong Yuemin even began to doubt whether he was too old to keep up with the times or whether these works were the "Emperor's New Clothes" and people were unwilling to admit their mediocrity.

These so-called literary works claim to be free from politicization and stereotyping, but Zhong Yuemin finds that the various characters they create are precisely stereotyped characters in political disasters.

For example, the peasants they describe must be ignorant and stupid, as if they were born with some kind of original sin;

Rural women are mostly portrayed as characters like Qiu Ju, who are stubborn, prejudiced, yet kind;

The little girls are all like Wei Minzhi, innocent and simple, but lacking the ability to think independently.

The more Zhong Yuemin read, the angrier he got. He felt that these authors were simply bullying the farmers for not having a voice. They used their pens to portray the farmers and rural life in such a one-sided and stereotyped way, yet they called themselves passionate and enthusiastic. They were simply a bunch of bastards!

Thinking of this, Zhong Yuemin could no longer hold back his anger. He threw the magazine violently and smashed it directly against the door.

At that moment, Zhong Yuemin's heart ached. He regretted that these works had wasted paper and ink, and even more so that this society was portrayed and interpreted in such a one-sided and stereotyped way.

Zhong Yuemin longs to see real, three-dimensional, flesh-and-blood characters and stories, rather than these stereotyped, lifeless works.

The weather in July is like a child's face, changing at any time. Just now it was sunny and clear, but in the blink of an eye, dark clouds came like a tide, covering the entire sky. The wind also began to rage, blowing up the dust and fallen leaves on the ground, foreshadowing that a storm was about to pour down.

Zhong Yuemin looked up at the sky, feeling somewhat worried. He hurried to the gate and called Xiao Shihua and Xiao Haichen, who were playing with other children outside, back home.

The two little guys were having fun, and were a little unhappy when they were suddenly called back. "Dad, why did you call us back? The game isn't over yet!"

"Yeah! As soon as it got a little cooler, they called us back."

"You two, follow your grandma and don't run around. It's going to rain heavily," Zhong Yuemin said seriously, with a hint of worry in his eyes. He knew that such weather could easily lead to accidents, and he had to ensure the safety of the children.

Although little Shihua and little Haichen were reluctant, they still followed their grandmother Chen Yijun into the house obediently.

After Zhong Yuemin finished explaining the children's affairs, he prepared to go out to see Song Xiangjun. Song Xiangjun had a lot of things drying in her yard. If they were not put away in time, they would probably get wet. Thinking of this, he quickened his pace and walked towards Song Xiangjun's house.

Along the way, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the dark clouds were getting denser and denser. Zhong Yuemin became more anxious, and he was worried that Song Xiangjun could not handle it alone at home.

When Zhong Yuemin arrived at Song Xiangjun's house, the scene before him made him feel nervous. The yard was in a mess, with clothes and sundries blown everywhere by the wind. Song Xiangjun was busy collecting things, but it was obvious that she was overwhelmed.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin rushed forward to help without saying a word. He took over the work from Song Xiangjun's hands with his strong arms and quickly put the things in the yard into the house one by one.

When Song Xiangjun saw Zhong Yuemin coming, she hurriedly shouted, "Yuemin, there are bacon and salted fish hanging under the grape trellis in the yard. Please go and collect them." There was a hint of anxiety in her voice.

Hearing this, Zhong Yuemin immediately ran to the grape trellis. He swiftly picked the bacon and salted fish one by one, then hurried back to the house and put them away properly.

After going back and forth several times, Zhong Yuemin finally packed up the things in the yard. At this time, he shouted to Song Xiangjun, "Don't move in this room. Is there anything else you want to confiscate?"

Song Xiangjun thought for a moment and said hastily, "There are dried melons and radishes in the front yard, and they can't get wet."

Zhong Yuemin heard this and hurried to the front yard again. At this time, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops hit the ground like beans, making a dense sound.

After a while, thunder and lightning roared, and the whole sky seemed to be torn apart, and heavy rain poured down. This was the first heavy rain of this summer, and it came so violently.

Song Xiangjun was a little worried about Zhong Yuemin, so she just watched at the door.