Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Zhong Yuemin raised his head and looked at Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong. There was a hint of seriousness in their eyes. Zhong Yuemin knew that they were also thinking about the impact of this policy on their future.

"It seems that our country is really changing." Zhou Xiaobai sighed.

"Yes, once this policy is implemented, the lives of our generation will definitely be different." Yuan Jun said with deep emotion.

Zheng Tong stood in the yard of Zhong Yuemin's house, with a hint of doubt in his eyes. He glanced at Xiao Haichen who was playing nearby, then turned to Zhong Yuemin, with a tone of inquiry. "Yuemin, did you know this a long time ago?"

Zhong Yuemin glanced at him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and replied in a puzzled tone, "What do you mean?"

Zheng Tong glared at him, with a teasing smile on his face. "Just pretend to be confused. Look at your little Haichen. Zhou Xiaobai was still studying at that time. To be honest, I don't understand why you had a child at that time."

Hearing this, Yuan Jun laughed and patted Zheng Tong on the shoulder. "Yes, yes, looking back now, it was damn right. If Zhong Yuemin had waited until now, he probably wouldn't have had a second child."

Zheng Tong sighed, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. "Alas! I guess there's no hope for us two."

Zhong Yuemin frowned and retorted in dissatisfaction. "You two grandsons can't talk nonsense. It was a complete accident when Xiao Haichen came. Xiaobai was very angry with me at that time. I coaxed her for a long time. If you don't believe it, ask her."

Zhou Xiaobai blushed when she heard this and smiled sheepishly. "Yuemin is right. It was an accident that Xiao Haichen came."

Zhong Yuemin looked at Zheng Tong and Yuan Jun, with a teasing smile on his face. "Since you two have decided to buy a house, are you here to get the money now?"

Zheng Tong and Yuan Jun looked at each other, with some embarrassment on their faces. Zheng Tong touched his nose and said, "We like this one. Give us some money first."

"Yuemin, can you help us find a suitable house?"

Zhong Yuemin glared at them and said unhappily, "You two are such idiots. How can I have the time? Just look for it yourself. When you buy it, as long as the title is clear, it doesn't matter if it's a little more expensive."

Zheng Tong and Yuan Jun were a little disappointed when they heard this. But Zhong Yuemin's words also made them realize that buying a house really requires one to look for it carefully and not rely on others.

Zheng Tong sighed. "Okay, then we'll go find it ourselves. But Yuemin, you have to give us some advice, after all, you have experience."

Zhong Yuemin thought about it and nodded. "If you two insist on me speaking, then I will. Just treat it as a suggestion, or do it your own way. Go back and discuss it with Jiang Biyun and Lin Yue."

Jiang Biyun smiled. "Zhong Yuemin, you have changed! You are not the same as before. Don't worry, we won't blame you."

Lin Yue also said, "Yes, we all believe you."

"Haha...you guys are putting a lot of pressure on me when you say that."

Yuan Jun teased him. "Yuemin, if you change, you will become more stubborn."

"What I mean is that as long as the property rights are clear, there is a real estate certificate, and someone is willing to sell it, then we have to buy it no matter what."

"Yuemin, what if we meet an opponent?" Yuan Jun, who was young and energetic, had a hint of worry on his face, but he could not hide his eagerness to try.

Zhong Yuemin smiled slightly, with a sly look in his eyes. "Then just throw money at it. Are you two still short of money?" His words revealed an unquestionable confidence, as if all the problems in this world could be solved with money.

Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong looked at each other, a cunning light flashed in their eyes. "Hehe...Okay, we know how to do it." Zheng Tong scratched his head and a smug smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, we are good at this." Yuan Jun also agreed, and the two seemed to have come up with a solution.

However, Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but feel a little worried when he heard the conversation between the two. He knew that these two people were troublemakers. But sometimes being too impulsive can easily cause trouble.

Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "You two have to remember one thing. Others have to be willing. Even if you throw money at them, they have to be willing. You can't force them to buy or sell. This is not the past. You can't use the same tricks as before."

Zheng Tong and Yuan Jun immediately stopped smiling and showed serious expressions when they heard Zhong Yuemin's words. They knew that Zhong Yuemin's words were important and they had to take them seriously.

Zhong Yuemin glanced at the two people in front of him. Their faces showed a cautious expression, which finally put his heart at ease. Then he asked, "How much money should I give you first?"

Zheng Tong thought for a moment and replied, "Give them all to us! We've found a place to store them." Although his voice was calm, it revealed an unquestionable firmness.

Zhong Yuemin nodded in agreement. He stood up with a relieved smile on his face. "Okay, wait here for a moment, I'll get the money for you."

After about 20 minutes, Zhong Yuemin's figure looked particularly resolute in the sunset. He walked over steadily, holding two seemingly ordinary woven bags in his hands. These two woven bags might be just ordinary things to those who don't know, but to Zheng Tong, they seemed to hide some unspeakable secrets.

Zheng Tong stared at the two woven sleeves with wide eyes. He remembered that when Zhong Yuemin lifted them just now, it seemed effortless, and his relaxed demeanor made people mistakenly think that there was nothing inside them. At this moment, Zheng Tong felt an urge to experience that relaxed feeling himself.

"Yuemin, give it to me." Zheng Tong said, and reached out to take it.

Zhong Yuemin was slightly stunned, then smiled and handed the braided sleeve over. The moment Zheng Tong took the braided sleeve, he felt a heavy force coming instantly. Because Zheng Tong was not well prepared, he staggered and almost fell to the ground. He looked like a funny "dog eating shit".

Xiao Shihua clapped her hands and shouted, "Uncle Zheng Tong, you are so stupid!"

Zhou Xiaobai suppressed his laughter and said something to Xiao Shihua. "How can a girl say uncle like that? It's impolite. Don't say that again in the future."

"Fuck, it's so heavy, how come you can hold it so easily?" Zheng Tong shouted in surprise, with disbelief written all over his face.

Zhong Yuemin looked at Zheng Tong's embarrassed look and couldn't help laughing. He walked over and gently patted Zheng Tong on the shoulder. "What's in here? How much is there? Don't you know?"

"Oh! I'd better push my bike!"

At night, Zhou Xiaobai asked Zhong Yuemin, "Yuemin, tell me honestly. Did you do it on purpose when you wanted Xiao Haichen?"

"Wife, you are really wronging me. You were drunk at the time and you had to force me to do that."

"But you prepared the wine."

"Wife, if you say so, I am more wronged than Dou E. I told you not to drink so much, but you didn't listen. Later, you even behaved like a hooligan to me."

Zhou Xiaobai threw a pillow at Zhong Yuemin. "Go to hell. I didn't think so before, but after listening to Zheng Tong's words today, I always feel that you planned it."

Seeing that Zhou Xiaobai was determined to keep going on this matter, Zhong Yuemin pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

The moonlight was dim and the night wind was cool. Zhong Yuemin held Zhou Xiaobai tightly in his arms. Her resistance was like drizzle hitting the lake, which could not stir up any waves.

Zhong Yuemin's kiss was as fierce as fire, trying to devour her sanity. Zhou Xiaobai was shocked by his sudden action and her eyes widened. She pushed him hard, with a hint of panic in her voice: "What are you doing? I'm interrogating you."

Zhong Yuemin chuckled, his eyes flashing with cunning. He gently let go of her, but his hands were still tightly around her waist, making it impossible for her to escape. He lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and spoke in a low and magnetic voice. "Wife, what can you do alone at night? Let me show you what it means to be premeditated."

Zhou Xiaobai's cheeks flushed instantly. She struggled to break free from his embrace, but found that she was completely controlled by him. Her heartbeat was as rapid as a drum. She knew that she seemed to have fallen into his trap.

Zhong Yuemin didn't seem to be in a hurry to take further action. He enjoyed the feeling of being in control of everything. He gently stroked her hair and said softly, "Don't be afraid, my wife. I will be very gentle."

Zhou Xiaobai felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart. She didn't know why she felt this way. She wanted to interrogate him, but she was unconsciously bewitched by his gentleness. She closed her eyes and let his lips wander over her face.

Suddenly, Zhong Yuemin stopped moving. He stared into Zhou Xiaobai's eyes, as if he wanted to see through her soul. His voice seemed to carry a hint of temptation. "Wife, I'm coming."

Zhou Xiaobai was already a little confused and fascinated. She raised her head and met his gaze. A warm current surged in her heart. She nodded gently, but Zhong Yuemin did not respond for a long time. "You are so slow, look at me..."

Afterwards, Zhong Yuemin's heart was filled with joy, and Zhou Xiaobai didn't want to move. Zhong Yuemin held Zhou Xiaobai tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to integrate her into his own blood. They just hugged each other, quietly feeling each other's breathing and heartbeat under the moonlight.

The autumn wind is blowing and the air is getting colder. It seems that autumn is coming to an end. However, in this slightly cool morning, Zhong Yuemin's heart is full of enthusiasm and vitality. The long-lost morning run has allowed him to get rid of the quilt early and greet the new day.

Zhong Yuemin got up quietly, put on his clothes and prepared to go out. However, the creaking of the bed seemed to break the tranquility of the early morning, and even Zhou Xiaobai next door was woken up.

"Yuemin, what are you doing so early in the morning?" Zhou Xiaobai rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at him puzzledly.

"I haven't gone for a morning run for a long time. I want to go for a run." Zhong Yuemin replied, his face full of anticipation.

After hearing this, Zhou Xiaobai couldn't help but rolled her eyes and muttered, "You are sick!" After that, she turned over and continued to immerse herself in her dreams.

It is hard not to feel that autumn is almost over and the weather is getting colder. The golden leaves are like a painting stained by time, dancing in the autumn wind, and finally falling gently, covering the path. Zhong Yuemin opened the window, and a fresh air rushed in, bringing the coolness and unique freshness of autumn.

At dawn, Zhong Yuemin stepped out of the house in the dim morning light, with a refreshed look on his face.

The biting north wind was like a naughty child, playing hide-and-seek with him in front of the busy morning market. He ran along the winding dirt road towards the unknown in the suburbs.

On the left side of the dirt road, farmland stretches out like endless waves. The wind, like a sharp blade, whistles through the empty land, making a humming sound, as if it were the music of nature.

On the right side of the dirt road, the once lush forest is now in ruins, with only large and small pits of varying depths left. The soft soil, stirred by the wind, is like a flock of happy sparrows, floating towards the distant sky.

Zhong Yuemin ran in the wind, feeling the breath of nature, and an indescribable pride surged in his heart. He knew that this was not just a simple run, but also a dialogue with nature and an understanding of life. He found his own rhythm and melody on this land, and his calmness and determination were like the soil layer drifting away, which remained tenacious despite the wind and rain.

The wind, the road, the fields, and the woods were all like a painting presented to him by nature, allowing him to appreciate the beauty and colorfulness of life while running. He took a deep breath, as if he could absorb the essence of the earth.

Running in the open field, the wind blew through the weeds, and Zhong Yuemin seemed to be a speck of dust on the earth, small and fragile. He looked at the seemingly endless field in front of him, and couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of desolation in his heart, as if he might be blown down by the wind and crushed by time at any time like the dead grass on the land.

However, Zhong Yuemin is not the kind of person who easily succumbs to fate. He has honed his tenacity on the rough land of the countryside. He knows how to adapt to life and how to face the challenges of life. Those days that once made him miserable have long become a landscape in his heart, making him cherish every moment of the present.

In this desolate field, although Zhong Yuemin is small, his heart is full of strength. He believes that as long as he does not give up, life will always give him a satisfactory answer. He smiles and continues to run on this land, letting the wind take away his sweat and his fatigue.

While jogging in the morning, Zhong Yuemin thought to himself that he had experienced the prosperity and bustle of the early 21st century, but was miraculously reborn in the innocent and revolutionary 70s and 80s. His life was like a journey across time and space, and every turn was full of unknowns and surprises.

After his rebirth, Zhong Yuemin has a deeper understanding of life. He found that people in different eras have completely different requirements for the bottom line of life. In the 21st century, the abundance of material and the development of technology have made people's bottom line rise, while in the 70s and 80s, people valued spiritual abundance and sincere emotions more.

Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but start to think, what determines the bottom line of life? Is it the changes of the times or the fluctuations of people's hearts?

In this era, he has unknowingly raised his living standards. Zhong Yuemin is no longer satisfied with simple food and clothing, but pursues a higher level of spiritual satisfaction and life experience.