Rebirth of Bloody Romance

In the classroom shrouded in the morning light, Zhong Yuemin's voice flowed like clear spring water, penetrating every silent soul.

Zhong Yuemin stood quietly on the podium, his eyes firm and bright, as if he could see into the deepest thoughts of every audience member.

"Students, we often hear the saying: 'Books contain golden houses and beautiful women', but how many people really understand this saying? The golden and beautiful women here do not refer to material wealth or beauty, but the wisdom and philosophy hidden between the lines."

Zhong Yuemin's voice echoed in the empty classroom, with a hint of depth and passion.

Zhong Yuemin walked slowly, his eyes gently scanning every young face, and then continued. "Many people read books just to pursue superficial word games, and are unwilling to deeply understand the meaning. They are satisfied with just a superficial taste and do not seek to understand deeply. In the end, they can only become porters of thought, mechanically moving other people's views into their own minds, but never truly have their own thinking ability."

At this point, Zhong Yuemin stopped and his eyes became unusually firm: "So, today I want to share with you a crucial concept - when reading a book, you must read it dialectically and think dialectically."

Zhong Yuemin turned around and wrote the three characters "dialectics" on the blackboard. Each stroke seemed to contain endless power. "Dialectics is not simply black or white, nor is it blind acceptance or denial. It teaches us to find the two sides of things in a complex and ever-changing world, understand the unity of opposites, and thus come up with more comprehensive and profound insights."

Suddenly, a student raised his hand and asked a question, with a hint of doubt and curiosity in his voice. "Teacher Zhong, you just mentioned that we should use dialectics in reading, so how should we do it specifically? Sometimes, the views in the book seem to be impeccable, but how can we maintain critical thinking?"

Zhong Yuemin smiled slightly, and that smile contained both encouragement for students to think and expectations for their growth.

Zhong Yuemin answered gently. “This is a very good question! First of all, remember that true wisdom often comes from questioning. When you read a certain point of view or theory, don’t rush to accept it, but ask yourself first: Does this point of view consider all possible situations? Does it have certain limitations?

In addition, you should learn to look at the same problem from different perspectives. For example, you can try to think from another person's perspective. Imagine if you were the opposing party in the book, how would you refute this point of view? This can help you understand the problem more comprehensively and deeply, and cultivate critical thinking skills. "

Zhong Yuemin paused, looked around the audience again, and continued: "More importantly, we should keep an open and humble mind. No one knows everything, including me. We all grow up through continuous learning, questioning, and reflection. Only in this way can we truly become creators of ideas, rather than simple porters."

As Zhong Yuemin finished his words, the entire computer classroom seemed to be filled with an invisible force, which was the desire for knowledge, the pursuit of wisdom, and the firm belief in self-transcendence.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang at the right time, like a horn of relief, and Zhong Yuemin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After sorting out the materials on the podium, Zhou Huaihai led a group of curious and excited strangers into the classroom. Their arrival added a bit of unusual atmosphere to this quiet space.

Zhou Huaihai walked into the classroom with seven or eight strangers, smiling and talking, like a sudden spring breeze that blew away the silence in the room. "Yuemin, your class is really refreshing. So I brought some friends here to experience this wonderful class. I hope I didn't cause any trouble for you."

Zhong Yuemin had mixed feelings when facing this unexpected "audience". He knew that his history of science class, although interesting and profound, was ultimately a fusion of history and science, and was far from the hard-core technology of physics.

There was not a single familiar face among the group, not to mention that the academic field was something he could easily master. He muttered to himself: "If I were teaching physics, I might be able to understand it, but this brief history of science..."

And without even getting his consent, this group of people directly informed the department. Once the department made the decision, he had to agree regardless of his opinion.

Many people from related units were curious about what kind of teacher's class could attract people from the Military Industry Institute to attend. As a result, many people from the Computer Institute, Engine Institute, and Qingmu Institute also came out of curiosity.

Zhong Yuemin was overwhelmed. However, Principal Zhou was very happy. If he told others about this, he would be very proud.

Zhou Huaihai's laughter echoed softly in the classroom, like a warm spring breeze, trying to blow away the fog in Zhong Yuemin's heart.

Zhou stretched out his hand and gently waved it in front of Zhong Yuemin, as if to wake up Zhong Yuemin who was immersed in thought.

Zhou Huaihai said softly, "Hey, Yuemin, what are you thinking about? You are thinking so deeply."

Zhong Yuemin suddenly came back to his senses, a hint of apology flashed in his eyes, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he replied, "Nothing, second brother, it's just that the content of the lecture just now made me feel a little emotional."

Zhong Yuemin changed the subject, his tone was filled with warmth and concern. He continued, "Second brother, come home when you have time! Mom always talks about you, saying that you are almost like Dayu, who passed by our house three times without entering."

Hearing this, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Zhou Huaihai's face, which was then replaced by a warm smile.

Zhou Huaihai explained with a smile, "How can that be possible? I'm busy with work. You know, there are so many things going on right now that I can't spare the time."

Zhou Huaihai's words were somewhat helpless, but more of a longing for his family and guilt. He knew that he had not been home to visit his mother for a long time because of his busy work.

However, despite his deep attachment to his family, Zhou Huaihai still sticks to his post and silently contributes to his career.

Zhong Yuemin looked at Zhou Huaihai and sighed inwardly. He knew that Zhou Huaihai was busy with work, but his family's concern was equally important.

So Zhong Yuemin advised, "Second brother, don't always say you'll come home when you have time. Come with me now! Mom will be so happy to see you. Besides, this is also a good opportunity for you to relax! Don't always push yourself so hard."

Zhou Huaihai hesitated after hearing what Zhong Yuemin said, but finally nodded in agreement.

Zhou Huaihai smiled and said to Zhong Yuemin, "Okay, Yuemin, in that case, let's go back together later. Actually, I really miss my mother and the food at home! I haven't tasted it for a long time."

Inside the courtyard, dappled sunlight shone on the laughter of an old man and two children.

Xiao Shihua and Xiao Haichen are surrounding Chen Yijun. The three grandchildren are having a great time. The scene is warm and beautiful.

Suddenly, a familiar and slightly shouting voice came from outside the yard, breaking the silence - "Mom, mom, come out and see who I brought back?"

Chen Yijun looked up at the gate, a smile flashed in his eyes, but he was unforgiving in his words. "Yuemin, kid, why are you shouting so loudly? I'm not deaf, I can hear you."

However, when her eyes passed Zhong Yuemin and fell on Zhou Huaihai who walked into the courtyard, the smile on her face instantly became brighter. "Huaihai, you finally decided to come back?"

Zhou Huaihai walked forward quickly, an apologetic smile on his face. "Mom, I'm busy. You know, I can't spare the time when there's too much work."

Chen Yijun glared at him in pretended anger. "You're the only one who's busy. Are others not busy? No matter how important your work is, you have to go home. Mom is always thinking about you."

Zhou Huaihai felt a warm current in his heart when he heard this. He took a few steps forward, came to Chen Yijun's side, and said in a gentle voice, "Mom, I understand. I will try to make more time to come back in the future. This time I came back just to spend some time with you."

Chen Yijun gently patted Zhou Huaihai's shoulder, his eyes full of a complex mixture of love and blame. "You are always like this. No matter how busy you are at work, you have to take care of your family and us relatives."

When Xiao Shihua and Xiao Haichen heard the noise, they put down their toys, ran to Zhou Huaihai curiously, took his hands, and shouted in their childish voices, "Uncle! Uncle!" Their eyes were shining with excitement and closeness for Zhou Huaihai's return.

Zhou Huaihai bent down, picked up a little guy with one hand, and showed a long-lost gentle smile on his face. "Oh, my little Shihua and little Haichen have grown so tall. Uncle came back this time and brought you some fun gifts."

As he spoke, Zhou Huaihai took out several small and exquisite pistol models from his pocket and handed them to the two children, causing them to cheer.

Zhong Yuemin stood aside, watching this heartwarming family scene, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

"Mom, let's go in first." Zhong Yuemin reminded at the right time, and at the same time reached out to support Chen Yijun. The group walked into the courtyard, talking and laughing, and the courtyard was immediately filled with laughter.

Zhou Xiaobai returned to the courtyard with brisk steps. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he heard his mother Chen Yijun's hearty laughter coming from the yard.

There was a long-lost joy in the laughter, which made her wonder: Who came to make her mother so happy?

When she opened the door, the scene in front of her made her suddenly realize - it turned out that her second brother Zhou Huaihai had returned.

Zhou Xiaobai's face lit up with a smile of surprise. He quickly stepped forward and greeted Zhou Huaihai. "Second brother, you're back! I was just wondering who made Mom so happy."

Before Zhou Huaihai could respond, Chen Yijun scolded with a smile, "You dead girl, you have no conscience! When was there ever a time when I wasn't happy when you came home from get off work?" Her words were filled with a mixture of tenderness, doting and reproach.

Zhou Xiaobai stuck out his tongue playfully and laughed, "Hehe...my mom is the best. By the way, where's Yuemin? Why can't I see him?"

Chen Yijun explained with a smile, "Originally I was going to cook, but Yuemin said that your second brother finally came back and asked us to have a good chat, so he volunteered to go to the kitchen to cook."

Hearing this, Zhou Xiaobai felt a warm feeling in her heart. She knew that Zhong Yuemin was always so considerate and caring, and knew how to take care of his family's feelings.

So Zhou Xiaobai turned to Zhou Huaihai and said, "Second brother, you talk to mom first. I'll go to the kitchen to help Yuemin."

After saying that, Zhou Xiaobai walked briskly towards the kitchen, silently grateful for this home full of love and warmth.

In the kitchen, the steam is curling, and the symphony of pots and pans wafts through the air, with the aroma of mouth-watering food wafting through the air.

Zhong Yuemin, wearing an apron, skillfully stir-fries the dishes in the pot, and every shovelful of food is filled with love for his family.

Zhou Xiaobai quietly approached and gently hugged Zhong Yuemin's waist from behind. Her hair gently brushed across his cheek, bringing a hint of tenderness. "Thank you, Yuemin." She said softly, her voice full of gratitude and happiness.

Zhong Yuemin turned around, his eyes flashing with doting. He gently scratched Zhou Xiaobai's nose and said with a smile, "Wife, why are you being so polite to me? We are husband and wife, and your business is my business."

The two smiled at each other, and their tacit understanding and deep affection needed no further words, and had quietly spread to every corner of the courtyard. The air was filled with not only the aroma of food, but also the deep love between them.

"Yuemin, is there anything I can help you with?" Zhou Xiaobai asked gently. She was willing to share everything with him and only hoped to enjoy this ordinary happiness with him.

"Wife, please wash those vegetables!" Zhong Yuemin pointed to a pile of fresh vegetables next to him, with a hint of coquettishness in his tone.

"good husband."

"Wife, if you call me husband more often, I will work harder, do you believe it?"

"Go to hell!"

Zhou Xiaobai smiled and responded. She walked to the sink and began to wash the vegetables carefully. Zhong Yuemin continued to stir-fry the dishes in the pot. The two of them chatted about family matters while they were busy, and the kitchen was filled with laughter.

As time went by, delicious dishes were served one after another. Zhou Huaihai and Chen Yijun were also attracted to the kitchen door by the tempting aroma. They looked at the loving couple with gratified smiles on their faces.

Ever since Zhou Huaihai brought people to listen to Zhong Yuemin's lectures, Yenching College seems to have become a new hotspot for knowledge exchange.

Every day, visitors from different fields with a passion for knowledge come in an endless stream. However, this bustle has also quietly changed Zhong Yuemin's rhythm of life. The leisurely gossip time he and his elder sister Xie Min have gone forever, replaced by non-stop reception and explanation.

That day, just as Zhong Yuemin was about to take a break, the sound of a visitor's footsteps was heard outside the door again.

Zhong Yuemin looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a neat suit, with sharp and intelligent eyes, walking into the yard.

Zhong Yuemin took a closer look and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Isn't this Lenovo, the big shot from Zhongguancun? I've seen him in class, but I haven't talked to him in private yet."

Although he was curious about Liu Lianxiang's purpose of visit, Zhong Yuemin quickly adjusted his attitude, walked forward, and greeted him with a warm smile on his face: "Oh, isn't this Mr. Liu! Long time no see, I miss you so much." With his words, he cleverly resolved the awkwardness of their first private meeting.