Rebirth of Bloody Romance

At night, the moonlight sprinkled on the windowsill like water, bringing a sense of tranquility to the room. Zhong Yuemin and Zhou Xiaobai had just finished being intimate, and both of them had satisfied smiles on their faces. However, this warm atmosphere did not last long. Zhong Yuemin suddenly asked a little embarrassedly: "Wife, do you have money?" His voice was a little shy, as if this question was difficult for him to ask.

Zhou Xiaobai couldn't help laughing when she heard this question and saw Zhong Yuemin's expression. She found a comfortable position in Zhong Yuemin's arms and teased with a smile, "Oh, why are you embarrassed this time? You were never embarrassed when you asked me for money before. Besides, what do you mean you have money or not? Now that I am yours, what else is not yours?"

Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he heard this. He recalled the times when he borrowed money from Zhou Xiaobai. At that time, he was not only justified, but also not embarrassed. And Zhou Xiaobai always agreed without hesitation. The most important problem was that he had never paid back the money!

However, this time, he felt more shy than ever before. Perhaps it was because their relationship had become deeper, or perhaps it was because he didn't want Zhou Xiaobai to think that he was a person who only knew how to spend money. In fact, the most important thing was that he was not the same person as before.

Zhou Xiaobai looked at Zhong Yuemin's embarrassed expression and couldn't help feeling touched. She was very happy because Zhong Yuemin cared about her feelings. So, she gently stroked Zhong Yuemin's chest and said softly, "Silly boy, you don't have to worry about the money. As long as you are happy, I will be satisfied. The money is not with me now, it is at my mother's house! I will bring it to you when I go back on Sunday."

When Zhong Yuemin heard this, his shyness immediately disappeared. He hugged Zhou Xiaobai tightly and said gratefully, "Thank you, my wife. I will try my best to make your life better." Zhou Xiaobai smiled and nodded. She knew that with Zhong Yuemin by her side, her life would definitely get better and better.

After a while, Zhong Yuemin saw Zhou Xiaobai who said nothing and asked curiously, "Wife, don't you even ask me why I need the money?"

Zhou Xiaobai's face was full of confusion. "Ask? What to ask? You're a grown man and you just want some pocket money. Is it necessary to ask so clearly?" Zhou Xiaobai looked disdainful.

Zhong Yuemin scratched his head after hearing this, feeling something was wrong. After thinking for a while, he said, "Wife, why do I feel like I'm a gigolo?"

Zhou Xiaobai patted his face lightly and said proudly, "You are the pretty boy kept by this lady. What's wrong with you? Let me tell you, if you don't want to, there are many people who are willing."

"Wife, if this is the case, then you have to work hard. You can't support me with your current allowance."

"I told you that you're fat, but you're still panting, right? I told you to pretend, but...what are you doing..."

Three days later, on Saturday, Zhong Yuemin met Zhong Shanyue who had returned from a business trip. "Yuemin, why are you at home? Have you been discharged from the army?"

"Dad, I'm discharged. You'll be able to see me more often from now on."

"Why do I see you? To make you angry with me?"

"Dad, can we still have a good chat? I've been back for several days, and I haven't seen you. Are you always so busy? Can your body bear it? If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have given you any advice. It would be much better to let you stay at home and enjoy your old age."

"Bullshit, I am happy to be so busy, it is better than doing nothing all day. If you don't give me some advice, do you believe I will beat you?"

Zhong Yuemin was speechless, muttering quietly. "Okay, okay, I'm wrong, and it's not okay, you're the boss, I can't afford to offend you, but can't I just hide from you?"

Because his voice was soft, Zhong Shanyue couldn't hear clearly. He felt that what he said was not good. "What are you mumbling about?"

"Ah! I didn't say anything. I said as long as you are happy, it's fine." Looking at the cowardly Zhong Yuemin, Zhou Xiaobai tilted his head and laughed.

Seeing Zhong Shanyue return to his room, Zhong Yuemin thought it was Zhou Xiaobai's smile that made Zhong Shanyue embarrassed! After all, his son is married and he has a granddaughter. It is a bit inappropriate to say this in front of his daughter-in-law. "Look, you..."

Before Zhong Yuemin finished speaking, Zhong Shanyue came out again, holding a newspaper in his hand and handed it to Zhong Yuemin, saying, "Yuemin, take a look at this newspaper."

Zhong Yuemin took it and looked at the date. "Guangming Daily, Dad, isn't this from last year? What else do you want me to look at?"

Zhong Shanyue glared at him and turned the newspaper over. "Can't you read the front? Do you have any ideas?"

Zhong Yuemin took a look and understood what was going on. It turned out to be the famous "Practice" in Guangming Daily. Zhong Yuemin took the newspaper and read it carefully. Although he knew this article, he had never read it. This was an article about ideological reform and opening up published on the front of Guangming Daily.

Zhong Yuemin read the article carefully, his eyes jumping between the words, and every word was deeply imprinted in his mind. He found that the article clearly put forward a point of view: social practice is not only the criterion for testing truth, but also the only criterion. This point of view is like a bright pearl, shining in front of his eyes.

Zhong Yuemin's thoughts gradually fell into deep thought. He felt that this article was not only a reinterpretation of Marxist theory, but also a profound education for the broad masses of cadres and the people. He realized that this great discussion on the standard of truth would cause a strong response among the broad masses of cadres and the people.

Zhong Yuemin looked up at his father, and Zhong Shanyue's eyes flashed with confusion. He looked at the document in his hand, frowning, as if thinking about some profound question. "Dad, you let me look at this..." His voice was a little hesitant, as if he was not sure whether he should ask this question.

Zhong Shanyue looked at him with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes. He knew that his doubts had attracted his son's attention. "I am a little confused and bewildered. Now both internal and external debates are quite intense. Yuemin, do you think I should say or write something?" His voice was full of expectation, as if he hoped his son could give him an answer.

Zhong Yuemin was silent for a while, then slowly raised his head and looked at his father. His eyes were firm, as if he had already made a decision.

"Dad, I think you should say something or do something." His voice was firm, as if he had found the answer. Zhong Shanyue looked at him, a trace of relief flashing in his eyes. He knew that his son had grown up, and there were some sensitive topics that he would only talk to him about, and he would not dare to talk to others.

"Okay, so what do you think I should say?"

"Dad, let's not worry about the conclusion of this article for now. I don't think it will be easy to reach a conclusion in a short period of time. If you really want to write something, write something else."

Zhong Shanyue frowned and asked, "Write something else? What?"

"Dad, let me tell you about my experience these days since I was demobilized. I'll see if I can give you some inspiration. First of all, when I came back, I actually encountered a train robbery on the train."

"Ah?" Zhou Xiaobai suddenly screamed, scaring Zhong Yuemin.

"Yuemin, are you okay? These people are so bold that they dare to rob a train."

Zhong Yuemin looked at his silly wife and said to her gently, "Wife, I am just being nice in front of you! It's okay."

"The second thing is that I recently found a lot of educated youth who returned to the city. They were in groups of three or five and had nothing to do. They were probably unemployed. As more and more educated youth returned to the city, it would be a big test for public security, right?"

"Yes, there are indeed many educated youth returning to the city recently. Most of them are unemployed and have a hard time. Moreover, with the increase in the number of educated youth returning to the city, public security is indeed facing certain challenges."

"Dad, how should you deal with this problem?"

"We.....you little brat, just say whatever you want to say, why are you beating around the bush with me!"

"Dad, let's talk about the problems in the countryside first. Most of the farmers nowadays are hungry or even unable to eat, so robberies occur. For example, I encountered a train robbery this time, and I heard that there were people from the entire village who went to rob on the road. I think this is all because of poverty and hunger. Of course, some of them should be real bad guys, but most of them should be forced. People are starving to death, what can't they do?"

Zhong Yuemin hopes that someone can understand his confusion and solve this problem. He is not blaming anyone, he is just seeking help and change. He hopes that this society can find a way for everyone to have food to eat and survive.

Seeing Zhong Shanyue in deep thought, Zhong Yuemin continued, "Dad, I know this is a heavy topic, but it is also a topic that must be faced. We can't ignore this problem, and we can't pretend it doesn't exist. We need to find a way to solve this problem, a way to keep everyone fed and alive.

This is a challenge, but it is also an opportunity. We can take this opportunity to change the current situation and change people's lives. We can take this opportunity to create a better era, an era where everyone can eat and survive. "

"Yuemin, do you have any solution? If so, just tell me directly. There's no need to beat around the bush in front of me."

"Dad, rural land reform is urgent. Think of a way to do it and see if you can give any good suggestions to the higher-ups."

Zhong Shanyue looked at him with dissatisfaction. "Speak to the point."

"Dad, let's contract the land!"

"Oh! This really poses a difficult problem for me. Aren't you afraid that I will be arrested again and you will be implicated?"

"Risk and reward are proportional, right? Maybe you can even reach a higher level!"

Zhong Shanyue smiled. "Do the educated youth returning to the city have any good ideas?"

"The country certainly can't provide so many jobs, so we can only let them make a living on their own. For example, small stalls, hawkers, small businesses and so on. You can't not give people jobs and not let them make a living on their own. If there is no trouble after a long time, it will be strange!"

"Boy, are you going to roast me on the fire?"

"Hey... Dad, I'm just making a suggestion. You're an old revolutionary, and your awareness is thousands of times higher than mine. It's just a small matter, just a drop in the bucket." However, they didn't notice that their conversation would definitely cause a storm to brew...

"Well, Yuemin, you said it very well. Reform and opening up is the only way for our country to develop and become prosperous. Only through reform and opening up can we better adapt to the needs of the times and better meet the people's growing needs. It's just that we don't know how to do it, and we are crossing the river by feeling the stones."

"Dad, you are right. We must follow the path of socialism with Chinese characteristics in order to better adapt to the needs of the times and better meet the people's growing needs. At the same time, reform and opening up can also promote our country's economic development and the progress of a distinctive society."

"Yuemin, you used the term socialism with Chinese characteristics very well! I have to write it down. Wait a minute, I'll find a pen." Zhong Yuemin quickly covered his mouth. Damn, he accidentally said something wrong. He quickly pulled Zhou Xiaobai, who was like a little fangirl, back to the house.

On Sunday, Zhong Yuemin attended a party, saying that they were welcoming him back to Beijing. He brought his wife and his little girl to Xinqiao Hotel, and after almost a week of trying to please her, his little girl finally got familiar with him. When he held her, she finally stopped crying. She would make "ba, ba" sounds from time to time. Whenever this happened, Zhong Yuemin would say to Zhou Xiaobai in a very narcissistic way, "See? This is the caring little girl, and the first person she called was me."