Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Zhong Yuemin looked at Zhou Xiaobai in surprise. "Wife, what do you mean by that? Why don't I understand?"

Zhou Xiaobai sighed. "Ah, in order to compete for the quota to study abroad, the best friends have become enemies. I don't understand, why is this happening?"

Zhong Yuemin laughed at himself. "Why else could it be? I think the moon outside is rounder than ours. It's a pity that it's a paradise for the rich. If you go there, you can't escape the fate of serving dishes or washing dishes."

"Huh? Haven't you been there? How do you know all this?"

"Ah? Just guess. It's easy to guess."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. New Year's Day is only ten days away. Do you have any plans?"

Zhong Yuemin was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and fell into deep thought: New Year's Day of 1980 is coming. It is also the coming of a new era. This era is full of change, hope and vitality. People seem to be freed from the long life in the basement and feel the baptism of the fragrance of flowers and the warm sun. It was a time of transition from the old to the new. The relationship between the Americans and us began to enter a honeymoon period, bringing new opportunities and challenges to the world. And the tragic post-80s generation is also about to be born.

With the pace of reform and opening up, various cultural exchange activities have become more frequent. Break dancing, Hong Kong and Taiwan dramas, pornographic books, body art and other multicultural elements have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, bringing people unprecedented visual and spiritual shock. The emergence of these cultural elements seems to have opened a door to a new world, and people have begun to re-examine their values ​​and cultural identity.

The rise of breakdancing has made people feel the charm of freedom and individuality. This dance form breaks the shackles of traditional dance and allows people to express their emotions and thoughts freely. At the same time, the popularity of Hong Kong and Taiwan dramas has also made people begin to pay attention to the production level of Chinese-language films and TV series. The emergence of these works has not only enriched people's cultural life, but also laid the foundation for the development of the Chinese-language film and television industry.

In addition, the popularity of pornographic books and body art has also made people begin to re-examine their aesthetic concepts. The emergence of these works has made people begin to realize the diversity and inclusiveness of beauty. This change in aesthetics not only makes people look at the world more openly and inclusively, but also provides more possibilities for artistic creation.

In this era, people seem to have walked out of the basement and felt the baptism of sunshine and fresh air. This is an era full of hope and opportunities, but also an era of challenges and opportunities.

Zhou Xiaobai waved his hand in front of his eyes. "Hey, what are you thinking about? You are so absorbed in it that you didn't respond to me even after I called you for a long time."

"Ah? I wasn't thinking about anything. I was just lamenting how fast time flies. Another year has passed."

"That's right, our girl is almost two weeks old."

"Then let's go faster."

When Zhong Yuemin pushed open the door of his mother-in-law's house, a fresh air rushed towards him, as if it was the warm atmosphere of home. He saw Zhong Shihua, his beloved daughter, standing in front of the window. The sound of the door opening must have startled her, and then a small figure rushed towards him quickly. It was his daughter Zhong Shihua, her eyes widened, her face filled with surprise and longing.

"Dad, you're back! I missed you so much!" Xiao Shihua jumped and danced with joy.

Zhong Yuemin felt warm in his heart, and he quickly went up to her and hugged her tightly. "Girl, how much do you miss me?"

Zhong Shihua answered without hesitation, "I miss you so much. I miss you so much every day. I miss you so much that my heart is melting!"

Zhong Yuemin listened to his daughter's sweet words and smiled happily. He gently stroked his daughter's head and said tenderly, "I miss you too, my little baby. Have you been good recently?"

"I'm very good!" Zhong Shihua said proudly. "Dad, I prepared a gift for you!" She took out a beautiful little box from her pocket. "I left this for you. I hope you like it."

Zhong Yuemin took the small box and was deeply moved. He knew that this small box contained not only his daughter's love, but also her deep longing and love for him. He opened the box and found a candy inside.

Zhou Xiaobai asked jealously, "Girl, didn't you see me?"

"Mom, I miss you too!"

"You little clever guy."

As night falls and the lights come on, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually settles down. In the courtyard of the Zhong family, warm yellow lights shine through the windows, giving people a warm feeling. Zhong Shanyue sits at the table, alone, with a bottle of old wine in front of him, and the glass is half full. His eyes are a little lonely, and there is deep sorrow between his brows.

Zhong Yuemin and Zhou Xiaobai pushed open the door and entered the house. A familiar smell of wine wafted into their noses. Dad Zhong Shanyue was sitting alone at the table, with a bottle of white wine in front of him, drinking by himself. At a glance, they saw Zhong Shanyue's lonely back. "Dad, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Xiaobai asked softly.

Zhong Shanyue did not answer immediately, but just gently shook the wine glass in his hand and watched the wine in the glass slowly swirl. After a while, he looked up at the two of them, with a hint of loneliness and helplessness in his eyes. "You are back, Yuemin, come and drink with me."

Zhong Yuemin and Zhou Xiaobai sat down. Zhong Yuemin picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip. The smell of wine was strong. "Dad, tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can help you."

Zhong Shanyue smiled and shook his head. "Nothing, I'm just upset and want to talk to someone."

Zhong Yuemin also smiled and did not ask any more questions. This is the relationship between father and son. Although they are not good at speaking, they have a deep affection for each other.

The two of them drank and chatted in silence. Dad began to recall his past, those stories about his youth, those dreams and pursuits he had once pursued. There was a gleam in his eyes, as if he had returned to that era full of passion and vitality.

Listening to his story, Zhong Yuemin and Zhou Xiaobai couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Each of us has our own stories and experiences, and it is these stories that shape our character and values. In this noisy world, sometimes we need to calm down, listen to these stories, and understand each other's difficulties.

After three rounds of drinking, Zhong Shanyue started to talk more. "Life is like this glass of wine. It tastes a little bitter at first, but you can feel its mellowness and sweetness when you taste it carefully."

"Dad, are you having problems at work?"

Zhong Shanyue was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "There are some problems at work recently, and I'm trying to find a way to solve them. But the pressure is too great. Why do those people always object?"

Although Zhong Yuemin didn't know what the specific problem was, it was definitely about reform. Reform was no small matter, and he knew that Zhong Shanyue must be very troubled by it. Zhong Yuemin didn't know how to comfort him. Reform was indeed a headache, but it was also the only way for our country to develop. He said softly, "Dad, although reform is difficult, we must continue to move forward unswervingly. I believe our country will get better and better."

Zhong Shanyue seemed to feel a little relieved after talking to his son. He knew the importance of reform and the truth of his son's words. He sighed softly and said with deep emotion, "Yes, we must keep going unswervingly. Only in this way can our country truly prosper. But many comrades don't understand?"

Zhong Yuemin suddenly asked a very strange question. "Dad, Xiaobai, do you know why some families are so poor and stable?"

Zhong Shanyue and Zhou Xiaobai couldn't keep up with Zhong Yuemin's thinking. Aren't we talking about reform? "Yuemin, what do you mean by this?"

Zhong Yuemin answered the question irrelevantly. "When I was sent to work in the countryside in northern Shaanxi, there was a simple kid herding sheep. I felt deeply for his family. One day I asked him, 'Simple kid, why do you herd sheep?'"

The silly kid replied without even thinking, "To save money."

I asked curiously again, "Why do you save money?"

The silly kid answered as a matter of course, "To get married when I grow up."

I laughed at him at that time, thinking about getting married at such a young age. I even teased him at that time. "You little brat, do you know why you want to get married?"

At that time, he looked at me as if I were an idiot. "Of course it's for having a baby."

I subconsciously asked again, "What about after you give birth?"

"Save more money and find a wife for my child."

Zhong Shanyue and Zhou Xiaobai still didn't understand what Zhong Yuemin wanted to say. Zhong Shanyue asked curiously, "What do you want to say?"

"Don't you think there's something wrong with their thinking? They've been indoctrinated with a certain way of thinking since they were young. It doesn't seem accurate to say this, but it should be said that they have perfectly inherited the thinking of the previous generation. Save money, get married, have kids, and save money again... This seems to be the meaning of their lives."

"Yuemin, although this is a little weird, it doesn't seem to be anything wrong, right?"

"Wife, we are not discussing right or wrong. There is no right or wrong. Most people should be like this, so they are stable in poverty. If a family is like this, the next generation will just be a little poorer. However, if it is a country..."

Zhong Shanyue slapped him in the face. "Just say what you want to say, kid. Stop playing tricks on me."

Zhong Yuemin stopped keeping the secret and said directly, "If you come from a very, very ordinary country or family, if your ancestors were ordinary and mediocre people. Then before you make any major decision, never discuss it with your family. You must believe in yourself and do what you choose.

Why are some families so poor and stable? It is because they have perfectly inherited the way of thinking of the previous generation. You have to do the opposite to have a chance of turning things around.”

After hearing this, Zhong Shanyue fell into deep thought. Zhong Yuemin pulled Zhou Xiaobai back to the house.

On Monday morning, the sun shines through the window onto every student's face, but the class is filled with a tense atmosphere. Today, the teacher announced a headache: in order to welcome the New Year's Eve party, every student must prepare a program. Hearing this news, Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation on his scalp.

Zhong Yuemin now always stays away from things that attract attention. While other students were excitedly discussing their performance plans, he chose to lie on the table in the last row of the classroom, yawning in boredom. He thought to himself: "It would be better if I don't get to be in the limelight."

Just when Zhong Yuemin was daydreaming, class monitor Chen Yuhong and Lin Shufang walked up to him and knocked on the table. Lin Shufang was well-known in the class for her warm-heartedness and was always actively organizing various activities. The two looked at Zhong Yuemin and said seriously, "Zhong Laoer, please correct your attitude."

"Zhong Lao Er, this is a class activity. How can you not have any sense of class honor?"

Zhong Yuemin raised his head helplessly. No matter where you are, no matter whether you are a man or a woman, old or young, you must have this skill. But he had almost forgotten it. He could only squint his eyes innocently and said, "Squad leader, sister, I don't know how to do anything."

Lin Shufang sneered and said bluntly, "Don't think you can fool us. I won't fall for it. And don't imitate my way of speaking, or I'll really beat you up."

Chen Yuhong also glared at Zhong Laoer with a serious tone. "Zhong Laoer, I always thought you were very smart, but looking at your performance during this period, it's really disappointing. During class, you are always absent-minded and you don't listen to the key points of the teacher. After class, you run faster than anyone else, as if the classroom is a cage that traps you. Also, I have never seen you in the study room. What on earth do you do on Saturdays and Sundays? I hope you can take your studies seriously. After all, you are here to study, not to play."

"Class monitor, we can't just look at the surface. Look at me, I have never failed a course. Everything else is empty talk. The main thing is to look at the results."

Lin Shufang opened his book, Chen Yuhong opened his handouts, and the two pointed and said, "Look, who in the class is like you? Since the beginning of the school year, I haven't seen you pick up a pen. Others have full notes, but yours is cleaner than your face."

Lin Shufang and Chen Yuhong are top students in the class. They always take notes seriously. They think Zhong Yuemin's behavior is incomprehensible. They think Zhong Yuemin is wasting time and giving up his future. Lin Shufang opened her book and pointed to the notes in the book and said, "Look, this is all the knowledge points since the beginning of the school year. I have sorted them out in great detail. Every note is carefully sorted out by me so that I can better master the knowledge."

Chen Yuhong also opened her own handouts and pointed at the notes on them. "I do the same thing. Only by constantly recording and organizing can we better master the knowledge. Look at you. A semester is almost over, and your notes are not as many as I have on one handout."

Zhong Yuemin was speechless. He had already admitted his weakness, but they still didn't let him go. He didn't know when he was targeted by these two girls, so he had to say, "I say, sisters..."

"Stop, stop, stop, who are you calling big sister?"

"That's right, don't you have any idea of ​​how old you are?"

No matter what age a woman is, she can never be said to be old! "Two older ladies..."

"Zhong Lao Er, I told you to learn how to talk like me, I told you to learn how to talk like me." Lin Shufang kept pestering Zhong Yuemin, secretly groaning in her heart, wondering who she had offended.

Zhong Yuemin sighed and said seriously, "I said you two are wasting your talents if you don't study acting. You two acted so well that I almost believed it."

He paused and continued, "Class monitor, Arts and Culture Committee member. Since you have made the decision, of course I, as your younger brother, must support it. I will always follow your instructions."

After hearing this, Lin Shufang spit lightly and said bluntly, "Zhong Laoer, stop being so playful with us. We don't care about others. You have to come up with a show. Tell me, what are you going to perform?"

Zhong Yuemin smiled again and said, "Hey, Comrade Lin Shufang, please don't call me Zhong Lao Er all the time. When you call me that, I feel like I'm old. Look at my black hair and my face full of collagen. How can I not be called old? If I say I'm 18 years old, people will believe me, don't you?"

Lin Shufang and Chen Yuhong were amused by him. Chen Yuhong gently pushed him and said, "Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense. Tell me, what show are you going to perform?"

Zhong Yuemin thought about it and realized that he knew a lot, but he didn't know any modern songs from the 1970s. "Let me sing a Peking opera!"

Chen Yuhong replied angrily, "Only one person can choose one opera category in the program. Someone has already chosen it, so you can't choose it."

“Sichuan opera.”

"Someone has chosen."

"Henan Opera."

"If you say Peking Opera, I'll believe you, but what can you sing in Henan Opera?"

"Brother Liu is speaking..."

"Stop, stop, someone is already singing."

"Fuck, this is not giving me a way to live! There are so many talented people in our class, they can do everything. I say, leaders, aren't you making things difficult for me? Others have sung what I can sing, so what are you asking me to do?"

"Zhong Yuemin, please watch your words."

Lin Shufang said with a smile, "Zhong Laoer, I find that you are a real talent. You can sing anything. Think about what else you can sing? You must have a show."

Zhong Yuemin asked in an uncertain voice, "Is there anyone singing this folk song from northern Shaanxi? If someone else sings it, I will be helpless!"

Chen Yuhong and Lin Shufang both smiled and replied at the same time, "That's possible."

"Zhong Yuemin, you are very smart and can learn anything. Why don't you focus on studying?"

"That's right, you're so smart, you don't need to waste too much time on studying."

The two people lectured Zhong Yuemin, and Zhong Yuemin leaned on the table and said, "Leaders, this is not possible. I get a headache when I study. I am just a poor student and cannot compare with you, the top students."

The two were very angry at Zhong Yuemin's words. "We are doing this for your own good."

"From now on, you are not allowed to leave until the evening study session is over. Do you hear me?"

"Squad leader, this won't work. From now on, we should just sit next to him and watch him."

"Okay, Zhong Yuemin, what do you mean by that look? We are all doing this for your own good."

Zhong Yuemin wanted to tell them that there was a kind of hurt called "for your own good." But after thinking about it, he didn't dare to say it and continued to lie on the table.