Rebirth of Bloody Romance

In the evening, the sun gradually sets, and the golden afterglow spreads over the entire Beihai courtyard.

Zhong Yuemin, Ning Wei and their group returned to this place full of beautiful memories with brisk steps.

Before they reached the door, a petite, lively and cute figure caught their eyes - it turned out to be a little kid wearing open-crotch pants and a bald head, running around the door happily!

The little bald boy was having a lot of fun, but he was tripped by a stone under his feet. His body swayed violently and he was about to fall heavily to the ground.

In a flash, Zhong Yuemin rushed forward like lightning, stretched out his arms and firmly held the little bald head.

After the little bald head stood firm, he raised his round little face, blinked his big watery eyes and looked at Zhong Yuemin, then curiously turned his gaze to Ning Wei and others behind Zhong Yuemin.

Just when everyone thought that the little bald head would show gratitude or affection next, no one expected that a shocking scene would occur.

The little bald man suddenly widened his eyes and screamed at the top of his lungs, "The child thief is coming! The child thief is coming!"

This sudden change shocked everyone and they were at a loss for what to do. The little bald man seemed to be extremely frightened and turned around and wanted to run to the house behind, shouting, "Hurry up! Someone is trying to steal the child!"

Zhong Yuemin didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this. He widened his eyes, pointed at the little bald guy and shouted, "Fuck! I'm your father! I've only been away for a few months, and you don't recognize me?" His voice was full of helplessness and anger, but more of it was love for the little guy.

Liu Jiajia, Dong Huizhen and others standing behind watched this scene and couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh. The little bald guy didn't seem to buy Zhong Yuemin's account and actually followed suit. "Fuck! I'm still your father!"

At this moment, Zhong Yuemin's heart was filled with indescribable complex emotions. He stood in front of his house, staring at the little bald boy playing in the yard, the child who was spoiled by his family and a little naughty - Xiao Haichen.

Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath and tried to make his tone sound calm. "Little guy, do you know who I am?"

Little Haichen raised his head, a hint of curiosity flashed in his innocent eyes. He waved his hands excitedly, his pronunciation became unclear because of excitement. "I don't know!"

Zhong Yuemin shook his head helplessly. He was a little caught off guard by the child's frankness. He squatted down and tried to make his eyes level with Xiao Haichen. "Where's your mother?"

"Cooking at home!" Xiao Haichen blinked, still staring at Zhong Yuemin, as if he wanted to see through him.

At this moment, Chen Yijun's voice was heard. "Yuemin, you're back!" She hurried out of the yard, and when she saw Zhong Yuemin standing in front of the gate of the yard, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but was immediately replaced by confusion and puzzlement.

Zhong Yuemin stood up and nodded to Chen Yijun. "Mom, I'll be back when I'm done with my work."

Zhong Yuemin turned his gaze towards Xiao Haichen, a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, but then he became firm again. He stretched out his big hand, and despite Xiao Haichen's resistance, he grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

"Ah...ah...ah...the bad guys are coming, the bad guys are coming!" Xiao Haichen was suddenly picked up, his hands and feet were flapping, and he kept shouting.

Upon seeing this, Chen Yijun hurried over and held little Haichen in his arms, patting his back gently and comforting him. "Don't you often ask for daddy? Call daddy."

Xiao Haichen struggled a few times in Chen Yijun's arms, but soon calmed down. He looked up at Zhong Yuemin, with a trace of confusion and puzzlement in his eyes. "I won't shout, he is a bad guy."

"You kid, this is your dad."

A breeze blew by, bringing a slight chill. Liu Jiajia, Dong Huizhen and others stood at the door, their faces flushed, as if they had just experienced a fierce psychological struggle. Zhong Yuemin caught a glimpse of them and waved his hand to signal them to go in first.

"Go in and do what you need to do. Don't stand at the door." Zhong Yuemin's voice was gentle and powerful, as if it had some kind of magic that could calm the waves in people's hearts.

Everyone filed in, and the entrance suddenly became quiet. Zhong Yuemin turned and looked at Chen Yijun, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes. He walked to Chen Yijun and asked softly, "Mom, when will Xiao Haichen learn to walk?"

Chen Yijun raised her head, her eyes full of doting. "On the day he turned two years old, he could walk all of a sudden, as if he had grown up all of a sudden, and he no longer let me hold him." She gestured as she spoke, as if little Haichen was taking his first steps right in front of her.

Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but sigh when he heard this. "Oh! This kid is so stupid. He can't even walk until he's two years old." Although there was a hint of sarcasm in his words, his eyes were full of doting and expectation for his son.

"You are the stupid one!" A childish voice suddenly sounded, and Xiao Haichen poked his head out from behind Chen Yijun, his big eyes flashing with a unwillingness to admit defeat.

"Oh, the little guy can talk back now?" Zhong Yuemin smiled in surprise. He squatted down, looked at Xiao Haichen at eye level, and stretched out his hand to pinch his chubby little face.

Xiao Haichen struggled to walk out from behind Chen Yijun and staggered to Zhong Yuemin. He raised his head, looked at Zhong Yuemin with his clear eyes, and said seriously, "I'm not stupid! I can walk, I can walk by myself!"

Zhong Yuemin looked at Xiao Haichen's determined eyes, and a warm current surged in his heart. He stood up and patted Xiao Haichen's head gently. "Good son, you are certainly not stupid. Dad was just joking."

Xiao Haichen seemed to understand what Zhong Yuemin said. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of white milk teeth. "You are a bad guy."

Suddenly, a petite figure rushed out of the yard like an arrow, like a lively and cute elf.

The little girl shouted loudly while running. Her voice was as clear and sweet as a yellow oriole singing out of a valley. Her words revealed an indescribable joy. "Dad, Dad, you're finally home! I missed you so much!"

Without further speculation, one can know that the visitor is Xiao Shihua. She is wearing a pink and charming dress, and the hem of her dress dances with her cheerful steps, just like a budding flower quietly blooming.

The little girl's big watery eyes were like stars, shining brightly; her tender face was filled with a bright smile of incomparable happiness, as if the whole world had become beautiful because of her joy at the moment.

Zhong Yuemin felt a warm current in his heart when he heard his little girl's affectionate call. He could not wait to quicken his pace and take two steps forward, open his arms and hug Xiao Shihua tightly, lift her up high above his head effortlessly, and then spin her lightly in the air for several circles.

Little Shihua was amused by her father's affectionate behavior. Her laughter, clear and sweet as silver bells, resounded through the sky, like the sound of nature lingering in the quiet sky.

At this moment, Xiao Haichen, who was standing silently by the side, witnessed the tender scene in front of him, with endless envy in his eyes. Obviously, the little guy was very eager for his sister to be so doted on by his father.

The afterglow of the setting sun filled the entire courtyard, and the golden light coated every brick and tile with a layer of warm glow.

At this time, Zhou Xiaobai also came out of the house. She was wearing a plain long skirt, the hem of which swayed gently in the breeze, like a blooming white lotus.

Zhou Xiaobai had a faint smile on her face, as warm and bright as the spring sun. She stood at the door, quietly watching the warm scene in front of her, her eyes full of tenderness and happiness.

Xiao Shihua was nestled in Zhong Yuemin's arms, both of them had happy smiles on their faces. Zhong Yuemin gently stroked Xiao Shihua's hair, his eyes full of fatherly tenderness. This long-lost reunion brought their hearts together, as if all the fatigue and suffering disappeared at this moment.

"Yuemin, you're finally back." Zhou Xiaobai said softly, with a hint of barely perceptible excitement in her voice. She stared at Zhong Yuemin, as if she wanted to engrave him deeply in her heart.

Zhong Yuemin put down the small poem and turned to look at Zhou Xiaobai, his eyes full of love. He walked forward and held Zhou Xiaobai's hand tightly, as if he wanted to put all his thoughts into this small action.

Zhong Yuemin came to Zhou Xiaobai with a mischievous smile on his face, and whispered, "Do you miss your husband?"

Zhou Xiaobai blushed and lowered her head shyly. She gently broke free from Zhong Yuemin's hand and said angrily, "Don't be so frivolous, my mother and the children are here." Although her voice was small, it was particularly clear in this warm atmosphere.

Zhong Yuemin didn't care. He approached Zhou Xiaobai again and whispered in her ear in a mean way, "Wife, are you thinking wrong? I'm just asking if you miss me. Wife, I'm not saying this to you, but your thoughts are not good." His voice was low and magnetic, which made people feel moved.

Zhou Xiaobai was amused by his actions. She gently hit Zhong Yuemin's chest and said coquettishly, "I hate you!" Although she said that, her face was filled with a happy smile.

Zhong Yuemin had a warm smile on his face, and his eyes revealed a hint of mischief and expectation. He stretched out his hands, looked at Zhou Xiaobai in front of him, and said softly, "Wife, come here, let your husband hold you for a while."

When Zhou Xiaobai heard this, her face flushed. She lowered her head slightly and walked towards Zhong Yuemin a little embarrassedly. However, just when the two were about to hug, a small figure rushed over like a whirlwind and directly blocked the two of them.

"Bad guy, don't bully your mother!" There was some determination and courage in the childish voice. Little Haichen widened his eyes, put his hands on his hips, and looked like he was going to protect his mother.

Zhong Yuemin was so confused by the sudden appearance of this little figure that he shook his head helplessly and reached out to touch Xiao Haichen's head.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Haichen dodged his hand nimbly and hugged Zhou Xiaobai's legs tightly, as if he was afraid that this "bad guy" would hurt his mother.

Zhou Xiaobai couldn't help laughing when she saw this scene. She bent down, gently picked up Xiao Haichen, and kissed him gently on the face. "Son, good job. You are worthy of being your mother's good son. Let's go home and ignore this bad guy."

Zhong Yuemin looked at the intimate figures of mother and son from their backs, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

Xiao Shihua ran over with a smile. "Dad, you still have me! I'll help you with your luggage."

"Oh! The little cotton-padded jacket is still the best! The broken boy is useless."

Xiao Shihua ran over like a cheerful little bird, her eyes sparkling with sparkling light, as if the stars fell to the earth. "Dad, you still have me! I'll help you with your luggage."

Xiao Shihua's voice was clear and pleasant. She stretched out her tender little hand and tried to take the suitcase from Yuemin. Yuemin felt warm in his heart and couldn't help laughing. He gently rubbed Xiao Shihua's hair, his eyes full of doting.

"Oh! Little cotton-padded jackets are still good! Broken boys are useless." Yuemin joked, but his eyes could not help but glance at the little Haichen in Zhou Xiaobai's arms. The little guy seemed to feel his father's gaze, raised his head, showed two small canine teeth, and raised his fist to Zhong Yuemin.

Seeing this, Xiao Shihua quickly defended her brother. "Dad, you are not right. My brother is a good person, it's just that you have been away for a while and he doesn't recognize you anymore." Her words were full of protection and love for her brother, which made Yuemin feel emotional.

"Okay girl, Daddy is just joking. Go and have fun, Daddy will take the luggage in himself."

Zhong Yuemin gently patted Xiao Shihua on the shoulder, signaling her to go play. Xiao Shihua nodded obediently, and ran to chase the butterflies flying among the flowers.

Chen Yijun looked at this scene with a happy smile on her face. She walked up, took the luggage from Yuemin, and said softly, "Yuemin, go in and take a rest, take a shower, and eat later." Her voice was soft and warm, like a spring breeze blowing through my heart.

"Okay, Mom." Zhong Yuemin nodded and followed Chen Yijun into the house.

Zhong Yuemin watched Zhou Xiaobai and her son walk away, but his heart was warm. This naughty child was like a bright spot in his life, making this seemingly unruly prodigal son feel the warmth of home.

Zhong Yuemin walked into the yard, took a deep breath of the cool evening air, and his eyes inadvertently swept across the flower bed next to him.

In the flowerbed, a bright rose was about to bloom, as if telling him something. He smiled slightly, as if he saw Zhou Xiaobai's shy but determined eyes.

Back in the house, Zhong Yuemin took off his coat and hung it on the hanger. He walked to the window and looked at the sky outside which was gradually getting darker.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Zhong Yuemin walked over and opened the door, only to see Xiao Haichen and Xiao Shihua standing at the door. Xiao Haichen was still holding a red apple tightly in his hand. He looked up at Zhong Yuemin, his clear eyes full of reluctance.

"You...why are you two here?" Zhong Yuemin was a little surprised.

Little Yaya laughed and said, "Dad, your brother is here to bring you an apple."

Xiao Haichen didn't say anything, but just handed him the apple. Zhong Yuemin reached out to take the apple, but the little guy didn't let go, obviously he didn't want to give it!

Zhong Yuemin then saw a dramatic scene, Xiao Shihua glanced at the little guy with her eyes. The little guy grinned and then let go obediently.

Zhong Yuemin's mouth twitched, he squatted down and looked into Xiao Haichen's eyes, and asked gently, "Thank you, Xiao Haichen. Why did you think of giving me an apple?"

Xiao Haichen pointed outside and whispered, "Mom is cooking. She told me to give this to you."

Zhong Yuemin touched Xiao Haichen's head and said with a smile, "Okay, go back and tell your mother that I received it."

Xiao Shihua said, "Dad, grandma asked you to take a bath because it will be time for dinner."

"Okay, Dad knows."

The little girl nodded, turned around and walked outside with Xiao Haichen.

Zhong Yuemin stood at the door, holding the bright red apple in his hand and taking a bite. "It's so sweet."

Under the dim light, Zhong Yuemin rummaged through the closet and pulled out a pair of loose shorts. Judging from the fabric, they showed some signs of age. Zhong Yuemin didn't think much about it, and quickly put them on before heading straight to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, the steam blurred his vision. He turned on the faucet and let the cool water wash away the sweat and dust on his body. After washing, he came out wrapped in a towel, with a faint soapy scent on his body.

As soon as I came out of the bathroom, I saw Xiao Haichen squatting beside the basin, holding a ladle in his hand, scooping water from the basin with great interest. Water droplets splashed everywhere, his little face was filled with an innocent smile, but his clothes were already soaked.

"Xiao Haichen, stop playing. Your clothes are all wet." Zhong Yuemin frowned and said softly. But Xiao Haichen seemed not to hear and continued his "Water Splashing Festival".

Zhong Yuemin sighed and walked over to take Xiao Haichen to the side. But Xiao Haichen was as slippery as a loach, and he managed to break free several times.

"Go find your grandma and mom, and stop making trouble here." Zhong Yuemin said patiently, but little Haichen turned a deaf ear and continued to have fun.

Zhong Yuemin finally lost his patience. He glared and raised his hand. "You little bastard, I'll beat you if you don't listen!" he shouted harshly.

Xiao Haichen was frightened by the scolding, and tears began to well up in his eyes. He looked up at Zhong Yuemin, his tearful eyes full of grievance and confusion. Tears slid down his cheeks and dripped onto his wet clothes, forming a small water stain.

"Why are you crying? I didn't really hit you! Why are you crying so hard? Do you look like a little man? You're still protecting your mother like this? You don't look like me when I was a child at all. You must have inherited your mother's genes."

Zhong Yuemin looked at Xiao Haichen's face, the small mouth, big eyes, and long eyelashes, which should obviously be on a girl!

What a pity, all wasted by this brat. Zhong Yuemin thought to himself, to put it bluntly, if I go out like this, I will definitely be bullied by others as a little girl!

Zhong Yuemin looked helplessly at the tearful little guy in front of him and sighed secretly in his heart.