Rebirth of Bloody Romance

The night was dim, and the neon lights on the street swayed in the breeze, adding a bit of liveliness to the quiet night. In an inconspicuous little restaurant, a group of people were sitting around a few tables with high spirits. The tables were full of empty beer bottles, which were obviously the result of several rounds of drinking.

Zhong Yuemin sat in the middle, his eyes revealing a hint of unruliness, and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He glanced at the bottles of wine on the table and shouted without hesitation, "Boss, bring another box of beer." His voice was loud and confident, as if he was the master in this small restaurant.

The restaurant owner came over with an awkward smile on his face. He stammered, "Brothers, the beer is gone. How about I get you a bottle of white wine?"

Zhong Yuemin saw through the boss's thoughts at a glance, and he laughed in his heart. Damn! This boss is afraid that his people won't pay! He took out two big unity bills from his pocket and threw them on the table. "Boss, is this enough money?"

The restaurant owner smiled. "It's a lot, a lot!"

"Then don't worry about the change. Just bring another case of beer. Your boss is so unhappy. I still owe you money. What's wrong with that?"

Yuan Jun felt so embarrassed, after all, he was the one who brought it here! "Boss, this is your fault..."

The restaurant owner happily took two big unity tickets, brought over the beer, and quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, buddy, it's just a small business and I can't help it. This plate of spiced peanuts is for you, and I'll go cook two more dishes for you."

Zhong Yuemin opened another bottle of beer in front of each person. "Okay, Yuan Jun, it's not easy for everyone. Seeing you guys acting like hooligans, what if you don't pay me later?"

"Fuck, Zhong Yuemin, you are the leader of the gangsters, you haven't forgotten it, have you?"

"Fuck you, have you ever seen a gangster go to college?"

"Yes, I have seen him! Isn't he Zheng Tong's grandson?"

"Damn it, Yuan Jun, do you want to practice with me?"

"Zheng Tong, I'm not looking down on you. You are no match for me right now. I can beat both of you with one hand. Do you believe it?"

Zhong Yuemin asked Yuan Jun with a smile on his face. "How about we practice together? To be honest, I haven't beaten anyone in a long time, and my hands are itching."

"Get lost, what's wrong with me?"

Zheng Tong suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "Yuemin, I read in the newspaper yesterday that there won't be another war. Isn't the Vietnam War over?"

Le Jizhong was thinking that he was going abroad soon. It would be no fun if he couldn't come back after he left. "Yes, I'm afraid that the dispute will affect economic development!"

Zhong Yuemin drank another bowl of beer. Maybe it was because of the drinking, or maybe it was because there were no outsiders around, he started to brag. "Don't worry, we won't have a war for at least a few decades."

"Yuemin, are you serious? The United States was beaten badly by us in Korea, how can they accept it?"

"Alas! You grandsons are still too young."

"Go to hell! Can you please talk properly?"

"Alas! There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. We are now in a honeymoon period with the United States. The United States is engaged in an arms race with the north and is trying to win us over! It doesn't matter whether we obey or not, interests are the most important."

"In fact, whether it's the United States or the North, they are not good people. They think that the fascist resistance against Japan is their credit, and without them, it seems that we would be destroyed..."

"Fuck you, Yuemin, stop talking."

"Yes, yes, let's drink." Zhong Yuemin also felt that what he said was somewhat right, so he stopped talking and started drinking.

As the night deepened, the moonlight sprinkled on the quiet road. Zhong Yuemin leaned on his bicycle and walked out of the dark village. He glanced at the street lights on the side of the road. The faint light swayed in the darkness, pointing him in the direction. The alcohol flowing in his blood made his thinking a little slow, but he still rode his bicycle carefully.

Recalling the drinking party just now, Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but smile. Several people drank from cup to cup and talked freely, as if the whole world was in their hands.

After three rounds of drinks, the conversation started, and the topics ranged from astronomy and geography to the philosophy of life. Zhong Yuemin also felt that he had said a little too much, but the feeling of being so full of joy was hard to describe.

The drinking lasted until 7 or 8 o'clock, when the five of them reluctantly parted. The moment of parting is always full of helplessness and regret, but Zhong Yuemin knows that life is always full of parting and reunion.

The effect of alcohol made his eyelids gradually heavy, but he still tried to stay awake. He knew that there was still a long way to go and he couldn't fall down here. He took a deep breath and drove towards home. He walked and rode all the way, and he actually got lost in the dark.

Before he knew it, Zhong Yuemin had arrived at Qin Ling's home on Sanmiao Street. He was stunned for a moment, as he had not expected to be here. After hesitating for a moment, he still knocked on the door, and the sound was particularly clear in the quiet night.

The door opened, and Qin Ling appeared in his sight. She looked at Zhong Yuemin, who seemed a little dizzy, frowned slightly, and asked with concern. "Hey, why are you here at this time? Where did you drink so much? I'll go get you a glass of water."

Qin Ling's voice was gentle and caring, like a warm breeze blowing through Zhong Yuemin's heart. He smiled slightly, shook his head, and said, "It's in a restaurant not far from here, with a few buddies. I'll come to see you after I'm done."

Qin Ling nodded and turned to the kitchen. While pouring water, she turned back and reminded, "Wait a minute, I'll make you a cup of tea to sober you up." Zhong Yuemin nodded obediently, sat on the sofa in the living room, and looked around this familiar and warm home.

Qin Ling quickly came over with a cup of steaming hot tea and handed it to Zhong Yuemin. She sat next to him and asked softly, "Why did you drink so much? Is there something that makes you unhappy?"

Zhong Yuemin took the tea, took a sip, and felt the fragrance of the tea spreading in his mouth. He sighed and said, "I'm not unhappy. Two of my buddies are going abroad tomorrow, and I'm going to the Special Administrative Region to see them off. I drank too much without realizing it."

Qin Ling patted Zhong Yuemin's shoulder gently, and her voice was like a gentle breeze, blowing through his heart. "Then lie down here, I'll give you a massage to relieve your fatigue." There was a hint of care in her words, which made Zhong Yuemin feel an unprecedented warmth.

Zhong Yuemin looked at Qin Ling's tender eyes, and the fatigue in his heart seemed to dissipate instantly. He felt like he was a drifting boat, and Qin Ling was the harbor where his soul could anchor. He smiled slightly, stretched out his arms, and hugged Qin Ling tightly in his arms.

The heartbeats of the two intertwined in each other's arms, like playing a beautiful piece of music. Zhong Yuemin felt the softness and warmth of Qin Ling's body, his heartbeat gradually accelerated, and a strong impulse surged in his heart. He lowered his head, looked into Qin Ling's eyes affectionately, and then gently kissed her lips.

Qin Ling's lips were soft and elastic, and her breath gently brushed across Zhong Yuemin's lips, like a fresh breeze. Zhong Yuemin felt her response, and his kiss became more affectionate and lingering. The tips of their tongues intertwined, as if they were dancing a passionate dance.

Zhong Yuemin's heartbeat was as fast as a drum, and his body seemed to be pushed by a huge force that he could not resist. He hugged Qin Ling tightly, feeling her temperature and breath, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

Qin Ling also felt Zhong Yuemin's passion, her heartbeat also accelerated, and her body trembled slightly in his arms. She closed her eyes and let her emotions flow freely in Zhong Yuemin's arms. She felt his strength and warmth, and also felt his deep love for her.

The two bodies pressed tightly together and finally merged into one. Their heartbeats and breathing intertwined, forming a beautiful picture. At this moment, they seemed to have forgotten the whole world, and only each other existed.

It was unknown how long it took before Zhong Yuemin slowly let go of Qin Ling. He looked into Qin Ling's eyes lovingly and said with a smile, "You were so crazy just now!"

Qin Ling also looked back at him, with happiness shining in her eyes, and she whispered, "It's all because of you." At this moment, the two of them seemed to be closely connected in spirit.

The two sat on the sofa and chatted about the past. Zhong Yuemin told about his recent interesting stories, while Qin Ling shared his recent life and performances.

After Zhong Yuemin and Qin Ling chatted for a while, they were almost sober. They stood up and said goodbye. "Okay, you should rest early. I have to go back."

Qin Ling looked at the sky and then at his watch. "It's so late, let's not go back!"

"It's okay, I'll be home soon. I have things to do tomorrow morning!"

Qin Ling laughed. "What else is wrong? What can you have? Aren't you just worried that you won't be able to explain to your wife?"

"That can't be done."

"A man who says one thing and means another, okay, I won't tease you anymore, let's go!"

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone through the gap in the curtains, and sprinkled on Zhou Xiaobai's face, warm and soft. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and watched the world outside the window gradually wake up.

However, her heart felt like it was weighed down by something heavy, and she was anxious. She turned her head and looked at Zhong Yuemin, who was still yawning lazily on the bed, and couldn't help but urge him, "Yuemin, stop dawdling and get up quickly."

Zhong Yuemin rubbed his eyes, yawned, and muttered in dissatisfaction, "Wife, why are you rushing me? I haven't woken up yet, why are you in such a hurry?" His voice was a little hoarse from sleepiness, but it was also doting and helpless.

Zhou Xiaobai was both angry and amused when she saw his expression. She shook her head helplessly, sorted out her clothes, and explained patiently, "Who told you to drink so much last night and come back so late? Today is the first day of school, and you'll be late if you don't hurry." Her tone was a bit reproachful, but more of it was concern and worry.

Zhong Yuemin heard this and realized the seriousness of the matter. He quickly got up from the bed and began to wash up. After washing up, he pushed out the motorcycle and prepared to set off.

However, Zhou Xiaobai frowned after seeing this and said worriedly, "Yuemin, isn't it a bit too high-profile for us to go there on a motorcycle?"

Zhong Yuemin looked back at her and a confident smile appeared on his lips. "Riding a motorcycle will be faster, and we won't be late. Don't worry, my wife, we don't have to go into the campus and just leave the motorcycle in the small yard we rented." His voice was full of confidence and determination, as if everything was under his control.

Zhou Xiaobai looked at him, with a hint of tenderness and admiration in her eyes. She hadn't really thought of this, and turned to Chen Yijun and said, "Mom, Shihua and Haichen are still sleeping, so we'll leave first."

"Okay, I get it. Just drive slowly on your way."

"Okay mom."

The two of them got on their motorcycles, and the engines roared as they drove out of the house. In the early morning street, the sun shone on them, leaving two long shadows. Their moods were just like the sun, bright and full of hope.

On the way, Zhou Xiaobai snuggled up to Zhong Yuemin's back, feeling his warmth and strength.

On the edge of Yenching University, there is a quiet courtyard hidden. The roar of a motorcycle broke the silence, and the wheels drew arcs on the gravel road, raising dust. Zhou Xiaobai jumped off the motorcycle, her long hair fluttering in the wind, and her eyes flashed with love for speed.

"This speed is really exciting." She sighed, looking at the watch on her wrist. It only took them fifteen minutes to get here from Beihai Siheyuan.

Zhong Yuemin parked the motorcycle and replied with a smile, "Yes! My wife can ride the motorcycle fast enough, right? We don't have to live in the dormitory anymore, we can just run back and forth every day. After all, we have children at home, right?"

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say. I won't say any more. I still have a lot of things to do. I'll go back to school first."

"Wife, you haven't eaten yet?"

"I'm going to eat in the school cafeteria." Zhou Xiaobai had already walked a long way when he said this.

Zhong Yuemin was walking on the campus path in the early morning. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves and sprinkled on his body. He had just finished breakfast in the cafeteria and was holding two freshly baked newspapers in his hands, one was the People's Daily and the other was the Xinhua Daily. He was walking and browsing the news in the newspapers with a faint smile on his face.

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a striking headline - "The Chinese men's football team defeated the Japanese men's football team 1:0 and secured a place in the World Cup in advance."

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin stopped and read carefully. The newspaper reported last night's game with pictures and texts, and every goal scored by the Chinese team was recorded in detail.

You have to know that at that time, newspapers only had four pages in total, and one page was used to highlight the victory of the men's football team. From this, we can see that the Chinese are very excited about being able to return to the world sports arena.

It’s a pity that ideals are full and reality is very skinny.