Rebirth of Bloody Romance

The night was deep, like a huge black velvet curtain, gently covering the entire courtyard.

The moonlight shines through the half-closed curtains and falls on the ground like silver gauze, forming patches of mottled light and shadows, adding a bit of haziness and romance to this quiet night.

Zhou Xiaobai held a set of clean clothes in her hands, her head slightly lowered, her eyes revealing a hint of shyness and anticipation that was hard to conceal.

Zhou Xiaobai gently pushed Zhong Yuemin's shoulder and whispered, "Okay, go take a shower and go to bed early. We have to get up early tomorrow!"

When Zhong Yuemin heard this, a playful smile appeared on his lips. He deliberately slowed down his pace and slowly approached Zhou Xiaobai, with a cunning light flashing in his eyes.

Zhong Yuemin blinked and said jokingly, "Wife, why don't we take a shower together? It's so cold in winter, it's so cozy to keep each other warm."

Zhou Xiaobai's face turned red instantly, as tempting as a ripe apple.

Zhou Xiaobai glared at Zhong Yuemin with a charming look and said angrily, "I won't take a shower with you! If I go, will it still count as taking a shower? You always find all kinds of excuses to bully me."

Zhou Xiaobai's tone was full of blame, but at the same time it also concealed a bit of coquettishness, which made people feel pity for him.

When Zhong Yuemin saw Zhou Xiaobai’s shy look, the smile on his face became even brighter.

Zhong Yuemin deliberately made an innocent expression, slowly approached Zhou Xiaobai, put his head close to her ear, and whispered, "Wife, why are you so dirty? I just simply want you to rub my back, don't let your imagination run wild. But then again, my shoulders are too broad and my back is too thick, I really can't reach it myself. What do you think I should do?" After saying that, he blinked and looked at Zhou Xiaobai mischievously.

Zhou Xiaobai's face turned red instantly, like a ripe apple, and he was extremely shy.

Zhou Xiaobai gently hit Zhong Yuemin's chest with her fist and said coquettishly, "You are so annoying! You only know how to bully me, wait and see how I will deal with you!" After saying that, she turned around and wanted to leave this ambiguous place.

However, how could Zhong Yuemin let such a wonderful time slip away so easily? He quickly stretched out his hands, hugged Zhou Xiaobai's slender waist, and then walked towards the bathroom with steady steps.

As they walked, Zhong Yuemin did not forget to joke, "Hey, let's go! We are going to take a bath together. This is our little secret."

Zhou Xiaobai was embarrassed and anxious by Zhong Yuemin's sudden action. She gently beat his chest with both hands, but her eyes were shining with some subtle sweetness and expectation. She lowered her voice and said with a bit of anger: "Yuemin, you are really... The children are all asleep, don't make such a fuss."

Zhong Yuemin chuckled, deliberately slowed down his pace, and spoke softly in her ear. The hot breath made Zhou Xiaobai feel itchy. "Don't worry, my wife, I know what I'm doing. Let's do it quietly and give you a surprise. Maybe you'll even laugh out loud in your dreams!"

As he spoke, Zhong Yuemin had already carried Zhou Xiaobai to the bathroom door and gently pushed it open. The soft light and the mist inside intertwined to create a warm and private space. Zhong Yuemin carefully put Zhou Xiaobai on the ground and closed the door. He looked at Zhou Xiaobai with a sly smile on his face.

Zhou Xiaobai lowered her head slightly, her cheeks slightly red, and she didn't dare to look directly into Zhong Yuemin's eyes. Her heart was beating so hard that it seemed to jump out of her throat. She knew what would happen next, but deep down she was filled with tension and anticipation.

Zhong Yuemin walked to Zhou Xiaobai and gently lifted her chin, asking her to look up and face him. His eyes revealed affection and tenderness, as if telling Zhou Xiaobai how much he loved her.

Zhou Xiaobai's breathing became rapid, her eyes were blurred and fiery, her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something. But in the end, she chose to remain silent, just expressing her response to Zhong Yuemin in a silent way.

Zhong Yuemin felt Zhou Xiaobai's emotion, he smiled slightly, then slowly lowered his head and gently kissed Zhou Xiaobai's lips. This kiss was full of tenderness and sweetness, making Zhou Xiaobai's body tremble involuntarily.

The two people's breathing gradually merged into one, their lips pressed tightly together, feeling each other's warmth and breath. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the whole world was left with only the two of them.

Zhong Yuemin's hands slowly moved on Zhou Xiaobai's back, caressing her delicate skin. His movements were gentle and warm, making Zhou Xiaobai feel extremely comfortable. Zhou Xiaobai couldn't help but hug Zhong Yuemin's neck and deepened the kiss.

In this loving atmosphere, they forgot all their worries and fatigue and just enjoyed this rare tranquility and happiness.

When the two separated, Zhou Xiaobai's cheeks were still flushed with a charming blush. She bit her lower lip gently, her eyes flashing with shyness and enjoyment of this sudden intimacy. They smiled at each other, without words, the tacit understanding and love between them had already flowed silently.

Zhong Yuemin stepped into the bathtub first and carefully adjusted the water temperature to ensure it was comfortable. Then he turned around and extended his warm hand to Zhou Xiaobai. His eyes were gentle and firm, as if telling her, "Come on, my daughter-in-law, let us enjoy this moment of peace and happiness together."

Zhou Xiaobai hesitated for a moment, but finally bravely placed his hand on Zhong Yuemin's, letting him lead her gently and slowly step into this small world. The water splashed gently, accompanied by the cheerful laughter of the two, rippling in the bathroom, creating an exceptionally warm and harmonious atmosphere.

Zhong Yuemin and Zhou Xiaobai chatted happily while taking a bath. They talked about their children's growth experience and shared their own joys and sorrows.

They look forward to a better life in the future and plan the direction of their family's development;

They also confided their little wishes to each other, looking forward to realizing their dreams. Every topic was full of love for life and dependence on each other.

Zhong Yuemin would occasionally smile mischievously and tease Zhou Xiaobai, and Zhou Xiaobai would respond to him coquettishly.

This interaction made the ordinary night full of fun and romance. They joked with each other and enjoyed this warm time.

When everything finally calmed down, the two sat in each other's arms, quietly feeling the comfort of the warm water wrapping around their bodies.

At this moment, their hearts seemed to have gained unprecedented peace. In this small bathroom, they seemed to own the whole world.

All the worries and fatigue gradually fade away with the water, leaving only the purest and most sincere emotions between each other.

"Yuemin, thank you." Zhou Xiaobai suddenly spoke softly, his voice full of gratitude.

"What are you thanking me for, my dear wife?" Zhong Yuemin gently embraced her in his arms.

Zhou Xiaobai lowered her head, blushed and whispered, "Being able to spend every night like this with you is my greatest happiness." Her words were simple but sincere, making people feel the satisfaction and joy in her heart.

Zhong Yuemin smiled slightly, stroked Zhou Xiaobai's hair and said, "Wife, as long as you are happy, I am willing to stay with you forever." His eyes revealed determination and affection, which made Zhou Xiaobai feel extremely warm.

The two hugged each other tightly, enjoying the tranquility and happiness of this moment. They knew that no matter what difficulties and challenges they would encounter in the future, as long as they had each other's company, they would be able to face them together and create more beautiful memories.

On New Year's Eve in 1984, the streets were filled with the same smell of fireworks and reunion as in previous years. Every household was decorated with lights and firecrackers were set off one after another, as if announcing the arrival of another Lunar New Year.

However, behind this seemingly ordinary festival, the wheel of history is quietly turning, weaving a new chapter for Chinese society that is about to unfold.

This year, China is standing on the crest of reform and opening up. Although the tremendous changes have not yet appeared before our eyes, the unstoppable trend has been surging in the dark, ready to take off.

In Guangzhou, the frontier of reform and opening up, a weekly newspaper called Southern Weekend was quietly born. Like a ray of light penetrating the fog, it became a clear stream in the public opinion field of that era with its firm stance of "there are truths that can be kept unsaid, but lies must never be told."

The birth of this newspaper not only marks the rise of a new force in the media industry, but also heralds society's desire and pursuit for real and profound information.

Thousands of miles away in Jinan, a girl named Gong Li was experiencing a low point in her life. After failing the college entrance examination twice in a row, she did not give up. Instead, she became more resilient and worked as a temporary worker at the Shandong Provincial Publishing House to make a living while continuing to study hard to prepare for the third college entrance examination.

At that time, she may not have foreseen how this persistence would profoundly change the trajectory of her destiny. Many years later, when she looks back on this period of time as an international movie star, she will surely be grateful for her perseverance in the face of adversity and her persistent pursuit of her dreams.

At the same time, far across the ocean in the United States, Chinese-American actress Joan Chen was also working quietly on her acting career.

Although she only played a minor role, her article "Letter from Chen Chong in the United States" published in the inaugural issue of Southern Weekend revealed her deep attachment to and longing for her homeland between the lines.

This emotion, spanning thousands of mountains and rivers, touched the hearts of countless overseas Chinese and became a part of the common emotional memory of the Chinese people of that era.

1984 came quietly between the ordinary and the extraordinary. It was like a watershed, with the accumulation of past years on one side and the prospect of infinite possibilities in the future on the other.

During this year, whether it was the birth of Southern Weekend, Gong Li's persistence, or Chen Chong's longing, they all laid the groundwork for the great changes that followed and together wrote a unique chapter of that era.

On the chilly New Year's Eve, the streets and alleys of the capital were decorated with lights and every household was filled with the joy of reunion, but Zhong Yuemin chose an unusual path.

Zhong Yuemin gave up the traditional custom of having New Year's Eve dinner with his family, and resolutely stayed in the canteen of the Woolen Textile Factory No. 3 to spend this meaningful night with the workers who worked day and night on the production line.

In the canteen, the noise and busyness of the past are gone, replaced by warmth and harmony. Workers sit together, and the table is filled with rich dishes, including steaming dumplings, fragrant stews, and a variety of hometown dishes. Each dish carries the taste of home and also carries good expectations for the future.

Zhong Yuemin sat in the center of the main table with a warm smile on his face. He picked up his wine glass, stood up, and swept his eyes across every expectant face, his voice loud and full of emotion. "Comrades, this year our wool spinning factory No. 3 has achieved unprecedented results. Our clothes are sold to Hong Kong and Taiwan, and even entered the international market! All this is inseparable from the hard work and selfless dedication of each of us. I know that you could have gone home to reunite with your family, but you chose to stay and choose to be with the factory. This sense of responsibility and commitment makes me very proud!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause broke out in the cafeteria. The workers raised their glasses and greeted each other, their eyes sparkling with excitement and pride.

They know that although they cannot be with their families on New Year's Eve, it is equally meaningful to celebrate this hard-earned success with like-minded partners.

"Come on, let's drink to the brighter future of our Woolen Mill No. 3 and to the better life of our families!"

At Zhong Yuemin's command, everyone responded in unison, clinking their glasses together, making clear and pleasant sounds, as if it was the New Year's bell, heralding a better future.

During the dinner, everyone talked and laughed, sharing the details of the past year, including the hardships and challenges at work, as well as the happiness and warmth in life. Some people talked about the excitement when they received a salary of 300 yuan that month, while others lamented the earth-shaking changes in the factory, and their words were full of infinite longing for the future.

Since the last sensational concert, Woolen Mill No. 3 seemed to have been given new life.

The clothes produced by the Third Woolen Mill were like wings. They were not only popular in China, but also exported to Hong Kong, Taiwan and the international market, becoming very famous.

Behind this glory is the hard work of every worker day and night, their strict control of quality and unremitting pursuit of innovation.

The surge in production tasks has filled every corner of the No. 3 Woolen Textile Factory with a tense yet orderly atmosphere.

The machines roared, the yarns flew, and the workers' faces were filled with unprecedented pride and passion. They knew that they were participating in an unprecedented revolution and weaving the dream of the future with their own hands.

Faced with this situation, Zhong Yuemin originally planned to let the workers have a good rest on this special day and enjoy the rare holiday.

However, Zhong Yuemin's proposal was unanimously opposed by the workers. In their view, being able to continue working during the Spring Festival is not only because of their love for work and sense of responsibility, but also because this job has brought them unprecedented income and improved life.

"Director Zhong, we don't want to take a holiday!" The workers' voices were firm and powerful.

"The salary we received this month is an amount we never dared to think of before. Some sisters even received more than 300 yuan, and some received more than yuan. This is not just a matter of money, but also a reflection of our value, and a symbol of our status in Beijing and even in the whole country!"

"Director Zhong, you should take a rest! Don't worry about us."

"Yes, Director Zhong. Just go about your business and don't worry about us."

Zhong Yuemin had no choice but to let everyone continue to go to work, which led to today's New Year's Eve dinner.