Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Soon, Zhong Yuemin only had the composition and the part he didn't know how to write. He decided to finish the composition first and then solve the part he was not sure about. Zhong Yuemin looked at the composition topic:

Continue the following article and rewrite it into a "Chen Yiling's Story". Requirements:

1. Write a narrative essay centered on Chen Yiling according to the original content. Do not make up additional plots or write it as an abbreviation of "The Second Exam", otherwise you will be deducted points. If you write it as a poem or a book review, no points will be given.

2. There must be a clear central idea; pay attention to the cutting and organization of materials.

3. The levels are clear and the structure is complete.

4. The language is fluent, the punctuation is correct, and there are no typos.

5. The optimal word count is to words, and no more than words (including punctuation marks), otherwise points will be deducted.

6. Pay attention to the writing format. Each word occupies one space on the manuscript paper, and each punctuation mark also occupies one space.

After reading it, Zhong Yuemin wrote: In an ancient hall, the music exam is in full swing. The candidates are showing their talents, hoping to pass the exam and show their musical talents. However, among the many candidates, the performance of a girl is particularly eye-catching...

When Zhong Yuemin walked out of the examination room, he saw Zhou Xiaobai and his little girl at the gate. Zhou Xiaobai squatted down and said to Zhong Shihua, "Little Shihua, look, daddy is here. Ask him how the exam went?" Upon hearing this, Little Shihua immediately turned around and looked at Zhong Yuemin with her clear eyes.

"Dad, dad." Zhong Yuemin looked at Xiao Shihua, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. Although this little girl couldn't speak well, her every smile and every move made Zhong Yuemin feel extremely happy.

Zhong Yuemin squatted down, gently picked up Xiao Shihua, kissed her on the face, and then said with a smile, "Xiao Shihua, Dad did very well in the exam, are you happy?"

Xiao Shihua immediately giggled when she heard this and hugged Zhong Yuemin's neck tightly with both hands. Zhou Xiaobai looked at this scene and was filled with happiness. She knew that no matter how Zhong Yuemin did in the exam, he was their support.

"Okay, Xiao Shihua, let daddy hold you, we are going home." Zhou Xiaobai said with a smile.

On the way, Xiao Shihua kept chattering. Although she couldn't speak much yet, every word she uttered was full of childlike innocence and happiness.

Zhong Yuemin and Zhou Xiaobai were filled with joy as they listened to Xiao Shihua's childish words. They knew that this was their happiest moment.

Back home, Zhou Xiaobai prepared a sumptuous lunch. Zhong Yuemin and Xiao Shihua sat at the table, waiting for Zhou Xiaobai's delicious food. "Daddy, eat." Xiao Shihua grabbed a piece of meat with her little hand and stretched it to Zhong Yuemin's mouth.

Zhong Yuemin looked at the piece of meat, his eyes full of emotion. He knew that this was the love of Zhou Xiaobai and Xiaomianao, their support and encouragement for him. "Thank you, Xiao Shihua." Zhong Yuemin opened his mouth and ate it.

"Dad, dad, hehe." Xiao Shihua also responded with a laugh.

The three-day exam passed in a flash, and Zhong Yuemin felt that he had done well. Anyway, the test paper was full, and he didn't know the result, so he felt good about himself.

As soon as Zhong Yuemin walked out of the examination room, he felt a relaxed atmosphere permeating around him. He stretched himself, took a deep breath, and felt that his mental state had improved a lot.

"Zhong Yuemin, what do you think of this exam?" Zhang Nan, the class monitor of his class, came from behind and asked.

"Hey, I'm fine, feeling good. How about you?"

"I'm OK, but I'm not sure about some of the questions. But overall, I think this exam is very difficult."

"Yes, the test questions are indeed difficult this time. But don't worry too much, after all, the results haven't come out yet! Anyway, you have tried your best. It doesn't matter if you don't do well in the test, there will be another chance in the future."

"That's true. Anyway, this exam is just an experience in life. No matter what the result is, I won't give up."

The two chatted until they reached the school gate. Zhang Nan suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, Zhong Yuemin, our classmates are going to the suburbs to play together. Do you have time to go?"

Zhong Yuemin thought for a moment and realized that he couldn't leave. "I'm sorry, squad leader, I may not have time."

"Okay then, bye!"

"See you."

Zhong Yuemin sat on a stool in the yard, his eyes full of satisfaction and joy. His sight shuttled between the corners of the two rooms. Everything in the two rooms was a treasure. Each one was worth his careful care. Whenever he thought of these things when he went to sleep, he would laugh out loud in his dreams, and the happiness was beyond words.

Li Kuiyong walked out from a corner of the room, holding an old cardboard box filled with all kinds of antiques. He walked in front of Zhong Yuemin and shook the box proudly. "Look at these treasures. I spent a lot of effort to collect them for you."

Zhong Yuemin took the carton and began to sort the items carefully. He picked up a worn-out piece of porcelain, examined it carefully, and then commented in a pretentious manner, "I think this piece of porcelain is from the Ming Dynasty. What a pity. It's a little damaged."

He picked up another jade pendant, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Although he was only a half-witted person, he still recognized what this thing in his hand was. "This is Hetian jade, it's really a good thing."

Li Kuiyong felt extremely relieved when he saw Zhong Yuemin carefully sorting the items. He had always wanted to repay Zhong Yuemin, but he could not do anything to help him. Since Zhong Yuemin liked old items, he would collect more from him in the future.

"In prosperous times, collect antiques; in troubled times, buy gold." Zhong Yuemin looked up at Li Kuiyong and said with a smile, "It seems that you really care about it and have collected a lot of good things for me."

Li Kuiyong also smiled. "As long as you are satisfied, I don't understand these things."

Zhong Yuemin picked up another piece of jade, his eyes flashing with an expression of reluctance to let it go. "This jade is indeed a good thing. It looks gray and dull, but it was sold as scrap by people who didn't know its value. This is the charm of antiques." After saying this, the two smiled at each other.

Li Kuiyong said to Zhong Yuemin, "Yuemin, I'll leave your things here. I'm leaving now! And this cabinet is so heavy for some reason."

"Okay, I get it. It's so hot, don't get too tired and make sure you get some rest."

The afternoon sun shines on the old alleys of Beijing. Li Kuiyong walks through the bustling crowd and looks around. He pedals hard on a donkey, which is filled with all kinds of old objects. There is a light in his eyes as he looks at the people enjoying the cool under the trees.

"The idiot is here again, everyone hurry home and search through your boxes and cabinets for junk." Li Kuiyong laughed at himself, this is the voice he often hears recently. In the eyes of many people, he is an out-and-out idiot, he buys everything that others don't want with money.

Li Kuiyong himself felt stupid. What could he do with these junk? If Zhong Yuemin didn't like them, he would never accept them. Li Kuiyong even shouted, "The older the things, the better. The older the things, the more valuable they are." After hearing this, the people sold all the bottles, jars, and unusable furniture in their homes to Li Kuiyong.

As a product of feudalism, especially after the destruction of the four olds, the antique business has not been open for decades. Therefore, people at that time had no idea of ​​collecting antiques. Now that they found that they could exchange them for money, they were all very happy. They were also afraid that Li Kuiyong would suddenly give up, so a group of people surrounded him.

At this time, Zhong Yuemin was sitting under the eaves in the small courtyard, leisurely sipping tea. The sunlight shone on his face through the gaps in the leaves, giving his originally angular face a layer of golden glow. He looked around, looking at the two rooms filled with things in front of him, and an indescribable joy surged in his heart.

"It's not a big deal to put these good things here. After all, this house is not mine!" Zhong Yuemin whispered to himself. He stood up and walked to the room full of antiques, gently stroking the exquisite porcelain and rusty bronzes, as if he could feel the vicissitudes of history they told.

Even though these antiques filled up two rooms, they didn't cost much at all. I guess they only cost about 400 to 500 yuan.

"Otherwise, how can they say he can wake up laughing even when he is asleep?" Zhong Yuemin's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smug smile. He walked to another room, which was filled with various rare books, calligraphy and paintings, and dozens of jade and jadeite.

It goes without saying that Zhong Yuemin cherishes these treasures. He always flips through these ancient books carefully, fearing that he might damage even a little bit of them. As for the calligraphy and paintings, he regards them as treasures, and he is intoxicated every time he appreciates them.

Zhong Yuemin stood in front of the paintings, his eyes like two bright stars, flashing with excitement. He picked up a painting at random and opened it, his mind buzzed, my god! I was extremely excited again today! Why? Because he found that what he opened was definitely an ancient painting, "Riding a Donkey Thinking of Home" signed by Tang Yin. Oh my god! Are all these famous paintings? Zhong Yuemin swallowed and suppressed his extremely excited mood.

He put down the scroll in his hand, picked up another one and slowly opened it. A galloping horse appeared on the paper, signed by Xu Beihong. Zhong Yuemin felt as if his brain was struck by lightning. He was so excited that his scalp was numb. These extraordinary Chinese painters. Before, I only looked at pictures, but now I can hold the real thing. He felt that the two paintings he just took should be the real thing.

Zhong Yuemin swallowed his saliva and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. He suppressed his excitement, put down the scroll in his hand, picked up another one and slowly opened it. This time he saw a landscape painting, signed by Huang Binhong. He picked up another scroll and slowly opened it. This time it was a figure painting, signed by Qi Baishi. There were also flower and bird paintings by Zhang Daqian and a landscape painting by Fu Baoshi.

Zhong Yuemin felt like his heart was about to jump out. He felt as if he was in a wonderful world. These paintings were treasures in the history of Chinese painting!

Zhong Yuemin could no longer describe his feelings at the moment in words. He felt as if he was in a dream world. These paintings were the pinnacle of Chinese painting history.

He stood there, staring at the paintings, as if the whole world had disappeared and only he and the paintings were left. His heart was beating so fast that it seemed to jump out of his chest. His hands were shaking slightly, as if he was afraid that he would accidentally damage the paintings.

Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that these could not all be authentic and might be fakes. However, even if only one or two of them were authentic, he would be satisfied. When there was a chance in the future, he would have someone authenticate them.

Zhong Yuemin looked at the paintings in front of him, his face filled with satisfaction and excitement. He thought to himself that it seemed that he had to ask Li Kuiyong to increase the purchase volume and spend his share of the money every day, and collect as much as he could. In two years, no, even in one year, this good thing would be out of his reach.

Zhong Yuemin carefully put the paintings back to their original places, fearing that his actions would cause any damage to these treasures. His heartbeat quickened as he looked around to see if there were any other surprises waiting for him.

At this moment, his eyes fell on a small wooden box in a corner. He walked over and gently opened the wooden box. Inside was a guqin. This guqin looked very old, but it was still in good condition. There were some ancient characters engraved on the body of the guqin. Although Zhong Yuemin could not understand these characters, he could feel the unique atmosphere of this guqin.

He hesitated for a moment, then carefully took out the guqin and placed it on his lap. He gently plucked the strings, and the melodious sound instantly filled the entire room. He seemed to see ancient poets and painters playing the guqin and chanting their poems under the moonlight. Unfortunately, he couldn't play this thing.

Zhong Yuemin was immersed in the wonderful world of Guqin Life, his eyes sparkling with excitement, as if he saw a world full of mystery and fantasy. His fingers gently slid across the Guqin, as if he could feel the breath of those ancient stories and history.

Suddenly, a knock on the door broke his meditation. He quickly put the guqin back to its place, carefully left the bedroom, locked the door, walked to the yard and opened the door.

Outside the door, Li Kuiyong stood there sweating profusely, his clothes were soaked, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

"Kuiyong, what's wrong with you?" Zhong Yuemin looked at him and couldn't help but feel a little surprised. He knew that Li Kuiyong was a calm person and rarely saw him so anxious.

"Yuemin, what are you doing in the house? I've been knocking on the door for a long time. Come with me, there's an old shop selling all furniture. The price is quite high, I can't make the decision, you go and take a look."

"Hey, I don't think it's a big deal! It's okay, just take it boldly, I won't say anything."

"Let's go and take a look. I always feel that it's a bit of a loss to charge so much money for a few broken tables and benches. You should make your own decision!"

While the two were talking, Hou'erbutt and Ermaozi came over. "Why did I see you two fighting from afar?"

"Hey, you two are here just in time. Let's go together. If you like something later, you'll have someone to help you."

"What the hell? We haven't even entered the door yet, and you're asking us to leave."

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up." Zhong Yuemin sat on Li Kuiyong's donkey, and the two brothers rode on the 28-inch bicycle behind him. When Li Kuiyong was halfway, he met a few friends who collected waste, and Li Kuiyong asked them to follow him to help.

Zhong Yuemin, who was riding upside down on the donkey, asked in confusion, "Kui Yong, why did you call so many people? People who don't know would think you were going to a fight! If we get to their house, you'll scare them to death."

Li Kuiyong smiled. "Don't worry, you have to confirm that you want it later. We can't carry all of them in one car."

Zhong Yuemin was not too concerned about these things, but was concerned about Li Kuiyong's personal problems. "Kuiyong, don't you have a girlfriend or something?"

"Hey, aren't you busy now? Wait for a while."

"Fuck, if you can't find a wife in the future, you won't blame me for delaying you, right?"

The monkey behind him said jokingly, "Yuemin, you know so many girls, why don't you introduce one to him?"

"Fuck you, don't talk nonsense. When did I know another woman? Be careful or I'll sue you for defamation."

"Have you forgotten the college kids who were following you around all day?"

Zhong Yuemin slapped his thigh. "Oh my god! After all this talk, you two grandsons are obsessed with someone else, right? I was wondering why you two grandsons came here every day these days. It turns out that you have taken a fancy to her! I told you two to stop working so hard. She is a child of destiny. How could she be obsessed with you two hooligans?"

"Fuck you, Yuemin, if you say that, we two brothers won't accept it. You are still the gangster leader, and Zhou Xiaobai is still devoted to you."

"Yeah, you're not eating from the bowl while looking at the pot, are you?"

Zhong Yuemin was speechless. "Okay, just don't cry when the time comes."

"Brother, let me show you what a master is."

A few people joked with each other, and soon they arrived in front of an ancient and magnificent courtyard. This house obviously has a long history, and it can be seen that it must have been a wealthy family in the past.

The gate of this courtyard is tightly closed, as if guarding a distant past. The stone lions in front of the gate are majestic and solemn, as if telling of the past glory. The trees in the yard are lush and green, and the traces of time have left mottled shadows here. "Look, the stone lions at the gate are lifelike, just like they are alive." Monkey Butt pointed at the stone lions at the gate and said.

Ermaozi, Houerpi and Zhong Yuemin all came to the door and carefully observed the stone lion. The lion's eyes were wide open and its expression was fierce, as if it would jump up at any time. Zhong Yuemin sighed, "It's a miracle that it was not smashed down that year."

Ermaozi pointed to one side and said, "Shit, it must have been hit. It's too solid to be broken."

Zhong Yuemin looked at the bumpy holes and cursed, "Who the hell did this?"

"That's right. We didn't do anything like this back then. It must have been done by those bastards who came later."

Li Kuiyong had seen this before, so he went to the front door and knocked.