Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Everyone in the school is still studying very hard. When night falls, the lights-out horn blows, and the lights in the dormitory gradually go out, but the enthusiasm for learning has never faded. In the water room, under the dim light, several students gathered together, holding books and bowing their heads to study hard. In the corridor, the sound of flipping books can be heard from time to time, which is the diligent students working silently.

In this school full of academic atmosphere, every student has a dream and paves the way to the future with sweat and hard work.

After the lights were turned off, the campus seemed like a huge secret garden. In the bathroom, under the dim light, several students sat together, holding their books tightly against their chests, their eyes focused and determined.

In the corridor, some people were leaning against the wall, reading their textbooks word by word in the dim light coming in from the window. These young figures were like bright lights in the darkness, illuminating their way forward.

The seats in the library and classrooms were always so tight. Every morning, Liu Minghua and his roommates would take turns to grab seats in the library and classrooms, just to swim in the ocean of knowledge.

In the library, the bookshelves are like a treasure trove of knowledge, attracting them to explore. However, seats are always so tight that they have to get up early and race against time to grab a seat.

"Oh, I have to get up early to grab a seat tomorrow." Liu Minghua rubbed his sore eyes and sighed.

"Yes, but when I think about those famous Chinese and foreign classics, I think it's worth it." Lin Junfeng responded with a smile, his eyes flashing with a desire for knowledge.

"Yes, we have to grab those popular books." Another roommate, Li Yongjun, added, holding a reserved book tightly in his hand, as if holding the hope for the future.

On this day, Liu Minghua arrived at the library early. He walked between the bookshelves, looking for the book he had been waiting for for a long time. Suddenly, his eyes fell on a brand new foreign literary masterpiece. He walked over excitedly, but found that there was a reservation slip next to the book. He felt lost, but was unwilling to give up.

Just as he was about to leave, a clear voice sounded in his ears. "Classmate, do you need this book?" He turned around and saw a pretty girl holding the book he had long admired.

Liu Minghua nodded awkwardly. The girl smiled and said, "I have finished reading it. If you need it, I can lend it to you first."

Liu Minghua was very surprised and thanked her immediately. He took the book as if he was holding a treasure. The girl looked at his excitement and smiled with satisfaction. The two met in this way. From then on, they often studied together in the library and exchanged their reading experiences.

As time went by, Liu Minghua and the girl gradually became close friends, swimming in the ocean of knowledge and walking side by side on the road to their dreams.

Every morning, when the first ray of sunshine shines on every corner of the campus, the whole school seems to be bathed in a vibrant atmosphere. Students, in groups of three or two, or alone, hold books in their hands and read aloud foreign words and sentences. The sound rises and falls, forming the most moving melody on campus.

Zhong Yuemin sat on the steps beside the playground, his eyes passing through the bustling crowd and falling on the vibrant scene. He closed his eyes from time to time and listened quietly to the ups and downs of the voices, as if he could feel his classmates' desire and pursuit for the future.

Suddenly, a gentle and affectionate recitation attracted Zhong Yuemin's attention. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a girl standing under an old tree, reciting Gu Cheng's poems with her head down. Her voice was clear and emotional, and every word seemed to carry a heavy emotion, which moved people.

"I am poor, I am sad. I am the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower that has not fallen to the ground for a thousand years between the sleeves of 'Feitian'..." The girl recited affectionately, with a firm light flashing in her eyes, as if she saw the flower that had not fallen to the ground for a thousand years slowly blooming.

Zhong Yuemin listened quietly, as if he saw those classmates who were striving for their dreams. They were like the flower that had not yet fallen to the ground. Although they had experienced countless setbacks and hardships, they always maintained hope and faith in the future.

"What a great poem!" Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but exclaim. He looked at the girl.

"Do you like this poem too?" The girl raised her head and asked with a smile when she heard Zhong Yuemin's praise.

"Yes, I think this poem is very profound and infectious," Zhong Yuemin replied.

The girl invited him. "Since you also like poetry, why don't we discuss it together?"

"I'm sorry, I was just sighing, I really don't have time." After saying that, Zhong Yuemin quickly left.

Zhong Yuemin returned to the classroom, gently opened the door, and his eyes unconsciously fell on Lin Shufang next to him. The sunlight shone through the window, casting a soft light and shadow on her face as she was carefully reading a book.

Lin Shufang was holding the thick book "Small Logic" with a frown on her face, as if she was troubled by the profound content. Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but feel curious, and smiled and came over, teasing, "Sister, can you understand Hegel's masterpiece?"

Lin Shufang raised her head, a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes, and she replied weakly, "Zhong Laoer, what you said is strange. Although there is not a single new word in this book, I just can't understand it. I feel like I am groping in a fog and can't find the direction."

Zhong Yuemin was moved when he heard this, and immediately suggested, "Why don't you audit a philosophy class to get a transitional understanding. You won't understand it if you don't have a system. Philosophy is something that requires a gradual process, and you can't rush for success."

Lin Shufang glanced at Zhong Yuemin. "Zhong Laoer, you should just worry about yourself!"

"Big sister, what do you mean? I haven't done anything recently."

"I don't know what's going on with Yan Weimin from the Student Union? They've started checking dormitories, and they're targeting you. Have you ever lived in the dormitory since the start of the semester? I can cover it up for you once or twice, but you can't be saved this time. Wait for the political study session on Friday to get criticized, and the counselor probably won't let you off. Also, tell Liu Minghua and ask him to pay attention to the impact."

Zhong Yuemin asked in confusion, "What happened to Liu Minghua? Was he influenced by me?"

"Zhong Lao Er, you don't care about school at all now!"

"Big sister, if you have something to say, just say it, don't attack me personally."

"Zhong Yuemin, look at Liu Minghua. He seems to be very successful these days." While tidying up the desk, Lin Shufang glanced at Liu Minghua not far away with a playful smile on her lips.

Zhong Yuemin put down the book in his hand and looked up at Lin Shufang. His deep eyes revealed a hint of helplessness. "Big sister, you are quite nosy. What happened? How come I don't know?"

Lin Shufang came closer and said in a low voice, "Zhong Laoer, you have to persuade him. Liu Minghua has a wife and children at home. Now he stays in the library with a girl every day, chatting and laughing. If this goes on for a long time, there will definitely be problems."

Zhong Yuemin sighed, he knew that Lin Shufang's worries were not groundless. Liu Minghua had indeed changed a lot during this period of time. The calm and introverted person before had become much more cheerful now, but behind this cheerfulness, there seemed to be an unknown secret hidden.

"Big sister, I understand what you mean." Zhong Yuemin thought for a moment and said slowly. "But you know Liu Minghua, once he makes up his mind, it's hard for him to turn back. As his friends, we can only try to remind him, but we can't interfere."

Lin Shufang frowned, obviously not satisfied with Zhong Yuemin's answer. "Zhong Laoer, what are you talking about? As friends, we should help him when he loses his way. Are you going to watch him walk into the abyss?"

"The question is, what should I say about this?"

"What do you mean by how to say it? Didn't he just come out to study for a few days and hate his old hag at home? What else can you say? There's no common language. I've seen a lot of people like this. What were you doing before? This is the kind of people I hate the most."

Zhong Yuemin was silent for a moment. He knew that Lin Shufang was right. As friends, they did have the responsibility to remind Liu Minghua. But he also understood that Liu Minghua was not an unreasonable person. It was just that sometimes emotions would make people lose their rationality.

"Okay, I'll find a chance to have a good talk with him." Zhong Yuemin finally said. "But you also know Liu Minghua's temper. I can only do my best."

Lin Shufang nodded, with a relieved smile on her face. "Zhong Laoer, I knew you would stand by me. Let's work together to get Liu Minghua back on track."

The two smiled at each other, but Lin Shufang's worries did not dissipate. Lin Shufang knew that this conversation was not easy, and Liu Minghua might not listen to their advice. But no matter what, they would try their best. Zhong Yuemin thought to himself, how could he have the nerve to advise others when he was like this?

Two days later, one afternoon, Liu Minghua was chatting and laughing with the girl in the library as usual. Zhong Yuemin watched silently from the side, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. He looked at Lin Shufang, and the two of them exchanged glances and realized that it was time to take action.

Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath and walked over to Liu Minghua. "Hey! Old Liu, who is this girl? You two seem to be getting along quite well!"

"This, this is..."

Seeing that Zhong Yuemin had no intention of leaving, the girl said to Liu Minghua, "I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do. I'll go back first."

"it is good."

After the girl left, Zhong Yuemin said to Liu Minghua, "Old Liu, let's go out and talk!"

Liu Minghua looked at Zhong Yuemin with some doubts, but still stood up and followed him out of the library. Lin Shufang followed closely behind, and the three of them came to a secluded corner of the campus.

"Old Liu, I heard that you have been very close to that girl recently." Zhong Yuemin asked straight to the point.

Liu Minghua was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes, we get along quite well. What's wrong? Are you jealous of me?"

Zhong Yuemin shook his head and said in a serious tone, "Lao Liu, we are worried about you. You have a wife and children at home. If you hang out with other girls every day like this, it will have a bad impact if the news gets out."

Liu Minghua's face suddenly turned gloomy. "Zhong Yuemin, what do you mean? We are just friends, why do you have to say such harsh words?"

"Liu Minghua, we just want to remind you not to let the momentary joy go to your head." Lin Shufang couldn't help but interrupt. "You still have so many people waiting for you at home, you should think more about them."

Liu Minghua was silent for a while, then suddenly sneered. "What do you know? My wife doesn't understand me at all, and we have almost nothing in common at home. But this girl understands me, and we can chat well. Have you ever experienced this feeling?"

Zhong Yuemin and Lin Shufang looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes. They understood that Liu Minghua had fallen into an emotional vortex and it was not easy to pull him out.

Zhong Yuemin sighed, shook his head helplessly, and thought to himself: "This job is really not easy!"

Turning around and facing Liu Minghua, he tried to keep his tone calm. "Old Liu, I know you can't listen to any big truths right now, but I still want to say that you have to think clearly, is it really worth doing this?"

Liu Minghua's face looked a little ugly. He opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but was blocked by Zhong Yuemin's words.

"You're right. Your wife is a country woman. She may not be able to talk to you about romantic things. But she is the mother of your children and the pillar of your family. You look for girls outside for the sake of novelty, but have you ever thought about how much harm this will bring to them?"

Liu Minghua lowered his head and remained silent. Zhong Yuemin knew that he had heard him, so he continued, "Old Liu, we are brothers, and I don't want to see you go astray. No matter how good the girls outside are, they are just passing clouds. Your wife and children at home are your real concerns and responsibilities."

Lin Shufang listened to this and couldn't help but respect Zhong Yuemin. She knew that Zhong Yuemin was a principled man. Although he looked careless at ordinary times, he could always say something convincing at critical moments.

However, at this moment, Zhong Yuemin changed the subject and began to talk nonsense. "If it were me, I would be even more extreme than you. I would find eight or ten of her, two to make money, two to cook, two to wash clothes, and two to tell me stories to entertain me..."

Lin Shufang couldn't listen any longer. She glared at Zhong Yuemin and said angrily, "Zhong Yuemin, what nonsense are you talking about? Can you just say such things casually?"

Zhong Yuemin stopped her from continuing. "But you have to be able to do that! To be honest, Lao Liu, if you weren't a college student, you would have a hard time even having enough food. How can you still chat about love?"

Lin Shufang chuckled. "Zhong Laoer, you are so poor. Liu Minghua, think about it, if you were not a college student, who would like a country kid like you? Think about the consequences. If you do this, you will not only hurt your wife and children, but also ruin your own future. You are a man with a family and responsibilities, you can't be so willful."

Liu Minghua was silent for a long time, and finally raised his head slowly, "Yuemin, Shufang, thank you for your reminder. I will think about it carefully."

Zhong Yuemin and Lin Shufang smiled at each other. Although they knew that Liu Minghua still needed time to think about and deal with this problem, at least the first step had been taken.