Rebirth of Bloody Romance

One day before New Year's Day, the wind was cold and the pedestrians on the street were hurrying by, each of them was busy preparing for the upcoming New Year's Day.

Zhong Yuemin had just come out of school and when he looked up, he saw Lin Shufang. She was wearing a light blue cotton jacket and her hair fluttered gently, which was in sharp contrast to the cold winter. In front of her stood a shy boy, and the two were talking in a low voice.

Zhong Yuemin's heart was moved, and he mistakenly thought that the two were dating. He subconsciously wanted to pretend that he didn't see it and quickly leave this embarrassing scene.

However, just as he turned around and was about to leave, Lin Shufang called him.

"Zhong Laoer." Lin Shufang's voice was clear and echoed in the cold air.

Zhong Yuemin paused, secretly complaining in his heart. He turned around, trying to keep a calm expression, and looked at Lin Shufang and the boy.

"Zhong Laoer, didn't you hear me calling you? Come here." Lin Shufang shouted again, with a hint of teasing in her tone.

Zhong Yuemin was confused at first. You guys are dating, why did you ask me to do that? But as he saw the boy's face clearly, his doubts gradually dissipated.

Zhong Yuemin recognized this boy; he was from the Chinese Department. Although he was not handsome or heroic, the shyness that was unique to boys and revealed on his youthful face was very impressive.

At this moment, the boy was nervously holding a letter and handing it to Lin Shufang.

"Lin Shufang, let's be friends." The boy's voice trembled slightly, as if he had used up all his courage.

Lin Shufang felt helpless. She didn't have much feeling for this boy, but out of politeness, she still pretended to be serious.

Lin Shufang took the letter gently and replied as calmly as possible, "Thank you for your kindness, classmate xxx. I will seriously consider it."

The boy seemed to be comforted, with a relieved smile on his face. He nodded and turned away.

Zhong Yuemin watched all this and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He knew Lin Shufang's distress. Rejection would hurt her, and acceptance would go against his own will. He walked to Lin Shufang and asked softly, "Big sister, what do you want to ask me?"

Lin Shufang shook her head and smiled bitterly. "What could it be? I wanted you to block it for me! This kind of thing is really distressing."

Zhong Yuemin sighed. He understood Lin Shufang's feelings. At this age, emotional matters are always complicated and subtle. He patted Lin Shufang on the shoulder and comforted her. "Don't take it too seriously. This kind of thing happens to everyone. As long as you stick to your principles, I believe everything will be fine."

Lin Shufang, this name has almost become a synonym for beauty in school. Whenever someone mentions her, there will always be a sound of praise.

Lin Shufang is tall, like a willow tree in the spring breeze, both soft and powerful. The youthful vitality seems to be perfectly interpreted in her, making people happy when they see her.

Lin Shufang's facial features are delicate, as if they were carefully drawn with delicate brushstrokes. Especially the big eyes under the curved willow-leaf eyebrows, flashing with bright light, like the brightest stars in the night sky, always attracting people's attention. Whenever she smiles, the wisdom and confidence reflected in her eyes are like the sun penetrating the clouds, warm and bright.

Lin Shufang's hair is black and shiny, and she has a simple ponytail tied at the back of her head, which makes her look neat and tidy while retaining her feminine beauty. Whenever she walks, the ponytail will sway gently with her steps, as if adding points to her beauty.

Lin Shufang's clothes are simple and generous, and she never pursues gorgeousness and luxury. She knows that true beauty comes from the heart. Her clothes always show the maturity and seriousness of women in a proper way, which makes people respect her.

With the good food now, her mood also improved. Naturally, Lin Shufang attracted many boys in school. Her beauty and elegance were like a stream of fresh air on campus, making people want to get close to her.

Love letters were a common occurrence for Lin Shufang. Some of them were written in beautiful style, while others were full of deep feelings, but without exception, they were all praises and pursuits for her.

However, Lin Shufang was never moved by these. She knew what she wanted and would not lose herself because of these empty praises.

At a time of youthful enthusiasm under the reform and opening up, love is like a bud that blooms quietly in everyone's heart. Influenced by Hong Kong and Taiwan movies, the ways of expressing love have become more colorful, like a series of carefully choreographed romantic dramas.

Zhong Yuemin thought of Li Zhichao, the youngest boy in his class, who was just beginning to fall in love. He had a secret in his heart, which was his deep admiration for Xiaoya from the next class.

Every time he saw Xiaoya, his heart would beat like a deer. Li Zhichao decided to express his love to Xiaoya in the most romantic way.

So, Li Zhichao returned to the dormitory, took out a stack of exquisite letter paper, sat at the desk and began to write a love letter. He remembered the XX activity organized by the school, when Xiaoya wore a white dress and smiled so brightly in the sun. He wrote, "Xiaoya, your smile has been lingering in my mind since that XX activity. When I think back to that scene, it is so vivid."

Li Zhichao's handwriting was neat and powerful, and every word revealed his inner excitement and nervousness. He repeatedly considered every word, writing and tearing, tearing and writing, fearing that his feelings were not expressed clearly enough.

After vaguely feeling that Xiaoya should be able to understand what he meant, Li Zhichao folded the written letter into a heart shape and placed it aside carefully.

At that time, I asked Zhong Yuemin, "Brother Zhong, how can I give the letter to the girl I love?"

Zhong Yuemin smiled at the time. "If you are brave enough, you can give it to her in person. Otherwise, you can ask someone else to do it for you!"

The next day, Li Zhichao found Xiaoya's good friend Xiaoli and handed her the heart-shaped letter. Xiaoli looked at his nervous and expectant eyes, smiled and nodded, and agreed to help him pass it to Xiaoya.

In the days that followed, Li Zhichao's heart was like hanging in the air, with both expectation and fear. He was afraid that Xiaoya would not understand his feelings, and he was also afraid that she would reject him. Finally one day, Xiaoli brought Xiaoya's reply. Xiao Li took the letter with trembling hands and couldn't wait to read it.

In the letter, Xiaoya wrote in the same exquisite handwriting: "Comrade Li Zhichao, I have received your letter. I am very grateful for your love. In fact, I also have a good impression of you. We can try to get along."

After reading the letter, Li Zhichao was so excited that he almost jumped up. He knew that his efforts were not in vain, and he believed that his love would eventually bloom into the most beautiful flower.

The sunlight shines through the treetops, dappling onto the bluestone slabs, creating a mysterious atmosphere. Lin Shufang stood in front of Zhong Yuemin and gently waved her hand, with a cunning light flashing in her eyes.

"Zhong Laoer, what are you doing? You're laughing so cunningly." Lin Shufang's voice was tinged with teasing.

Zhong Yuemin raised his head, a hint of unruly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he teased, "I say, big sister, your charm is too great, how many young boys will die tragically under your pomegranate skirt."

Lin Shufang blushed slightly, raised her hand as if to hit him, and said angrily, "You are free, don't talk nonsense to me."

Zhong Yuemin laughed loudly, seemingly not caring about Lin Shufang's anger. He walked to Lin Shufang and gently patted her shoulder. "I'm telling the truth. Look at you, you have a sweet face and a cheerful personality. Which boy wouldn't be moved when seeing you?"

Lin Shufang rolled her eyes at him, but a hint of smugness appeared on the corner of her mouth. She raised her hand and shook it gently, as if to dispel the teasing in the air. Her bright eyes flashed with a cunning light, as if to say, "Look, I have such great charm, you can't envy it."

Zhong Yuemin chuckled. He was not angry. Instead, he felt that Lin Shufang's confidence and charm made her even more attractive. He touched his chin, as if thinking about something, and then suddenly said, "Big sister, tell me, if so many young men were to die tragically under your skirt, wouldn't you be afraid of retribution?"

Lin Shufang's face changed slightly when she heard this, but then returned to normal. She glared at Zhong Yuemin and said angrily, "Retribution? Humph, I, Lin Shufang, am upright and not afraid of any retribution. But you, Zhong Laoer, stop talking nonsense all the time. Be careful that you will really fall one day."

Zhong Yuemin laughed, he knew that Lin Shufang was not really angry. This kind of interaction between the two of them has become a unique way of their friendship. He reached out and patted Lin Shufang on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, big sister, I, Zhong Yuemin, am not afraid of anything, and it's too early for me to fall down."

"Zhong Lao Er, have you heard?"

"What?"

"Our counselor is getting engaged."

Zhong Yuemin was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then asked loudly, "What did you say?"

Lin Shufang was shocked by Zhong Yuemin's reaction. She frowned. "Our counselor is getting engaged. Why are you reacting so strongly?"

Zhong Yuemin came back to his senses. He smiled to cover up, his voice a little hoarse. "No, nothing." But his mood suddenly became bad, and he couldn't say why.

The figure of Song Xiangjun emerged in Zhong Yuemin's mind, the woman who always had a gentle smile. Her every move and every word were deeply imprinted in his heart.

However, this news was too sudden for him, and he seemed unable to accept that Song Xiangjun was about to become someone else's fiancée. His heart seemed to be blocked by something, and it became difficult to breathe.

Lin Shufang looked at Zhong Yuemin's reaction and felt a little puzzled. She knew that Zhong Yuemin had a good relationship with the counselor, but there was no need to be so surprised.

"Zhong Lao Er, have you started brewing this year's wine?"

"here we go."

"Well, I have nothing to do today. I'll go try it."

"Okay, let's go!"

On the way, Lin Shufang suddenly asked, "Zhong Laoer, why do I see that everyone you hang out with is buying houses? Zheng Tong, who is a teacher in our school, and several other people are also buying houses." There was a hint of curiosity and confusion in her tone.

Hearing this, Zhong Yuemin stopped and turned to look at Lin Shufang, his eyes flashing with determination. "Buying a house is the general trend. If you don't buy it now, it will be too late to regret it in the future."

Lin Shufang frowned. "But, won't the company also provide housing after graduation next year?"

Zhong Yuemin shook his head and explained, "How can we get a room when we just graduated? We can only give you a dormitory, which is small and old, and it's very cramped to live in. Moreover, even if we get a room, it's not even as big as my kitchen, so what's the point? If we want to live comfortably and decently, we have to buy a house ourselves."

Lin Shufang was somewhat moved by Zhong Yuemin's words, but she was still a little hesitant. "But buying a house requires a lot of money!"

"You don't seem to be short of money! How about I lend you some?" Lin Shufang has earned a lot of money in the past few years following Li Kuiyong, and she is at least a millionaire.

Speaking of "ten thousand yuan households", in this era of change, ten thousand yuan households are no longer a distant dream, but have gradually become a reality. Newspapers have been full of propaganda about the glory of getting rich, making the term "ten thousand yuan households" a household name since 79.

In the streets and alleys, people are talking about those people who have quietly emerged. Their names may not be well known.

However, most of these millionaires make their fortunes quietly and never show off. They know that wealth is hard-earned and needs to be cherished. They also don't want to attract unnecessary trouble and jealousy by showing off their wealth.

On New Year's Day in 83, the sun was shining brightly, and the courtyard in Beihai, Beijing, was filled with a festive atmosphere. Zhong Yuemin sat on a stool in the courtyard, sitting in a circle with Zheng Tong and several other buddies, chatting and laughing.

Sometimes they talked about national affairs, and sometimes they teased each other with laughter and anger. The whole courtyard was filled with youthful vitality and joy.

Suddenly, a heavy sound of footsteps broke the harmonious atmosphere. Zhong Shanyue walked in from outside with a dark face. His eyes swept over everyone, as if carrying a murderous aura. Zheng Tong and others looked at each other, and an inexplicable tension surged in their hearts, not knowing what was about to happen.

Zhong Yuemin also noticed the strange atmosphere. He stood up and walked towards his father, trying to break the oppressive atmosphere with a relaxed tone. "Dad, why are you back so early? We are preparing to celebrate New Year's Day."

Zhong Shanyue ignored his son's teasing. He walked straight to the front of the crowd with a sullen face and said in a serious tone, "Everyone, please go away. I have something important to discuss with Zhong Yuemin today."

As soon as Zhong Shanyue finished speaking, the atmosphere in the courtyard became more solemn. Zheng Tong and the others looked at each other, knowing that this was not the time to joke. They all stood up, using the excuse that they had something to do, and left the courtyard in a hurry.

Zhong Yuemin looked at his buddy's back and was speechless. What a bunch of disloyal guys. He turned to look at his father, trying to read something from his face. However, Zhong Shanyue's expression was like a piece of ice, without any fluctuation.

At this time, Zhou Zhennan also came back. His face was also not looking good. As soon as he entered the door, he walked straight to Zhong Shanyue, and the two of them talked in a low voice.

Zhong Yuemin stood aside. Although he could not hear the content of their conversation clearly, he could feel a strong atmosphere of tension spreading in the courtyard.