Rebirth of Bloody Romance

After hearing this, Director Liu's worries were alleviated a lot. He knew that the foreign exchange earned by computers was indeed true, and the Hong Kong businessmen would come to sign the agreement next month, which undoubtedly increased the credibility of this matter.

"County Magistrate Zhou, let's do this. I will send you a batch of fertilizers first, and then we will sign an agreement after the Hong Kong businessmen arrive. This way I will feel more at ease." Director Liu thought about it and put forward his own suggestion.

Zhou Xiaobai nodded in agreement. "Director Liu, it's settled. Thank you for your support. When the garlic harvest is in season, I will go to your factory in person to express my gratitude."

Director Liu smiled, and his admiration for Zhou Xiaobai increased. Although County Chief Zhou was young, he was very experienced and decisive in his work.

In this way, the fertilizer factory's problem was successfully solved. Zhou Xiaobai contacted the plastic film manufacturer and proposed the same policy according to Zhong Yuemin's suggestion, and promised to pay foreign exchange directly when the account was settled next year.

After hearing this, the plastic film manufacturers were a little worried, but they could not resist the temptation of earning foreign exchange and finally agreed to this plan.

With the arrival of fertilizers and plastic films, the garlic planting promotion project in Jinqiu County was finally fully launched.

The sunlight shines through the sparse clouds, scattering in the alley in patches, giving this alley full of traces of time a faint golden glow.

Zhong Yuemin was holding the bag of fruits carefully selected from the space, thinking about how to give Song Xiangjun a surprise. These fruits, each of them was crystal clear and exuded an attractive luster. They were not ordinary things that could be seen on the market.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, dappled onto the bluestone road under his feet, adding a touch of extraordinary flavor to this ordinary afternoon.

When he arrived at Song Xiangjun's house, Zhong Yuemin found that the door was slightly open, as if silently inviting him.

Zhong Yuemin smiled in his heart, thinking of Teacher Song's rough character. He even forgot to close the door and walked in without hesitation. "Teacher Song, Teacher Song, are you home?"

Zhong Yuemin's voice echoed in the empty yard, but there was no response.

Zhong Yuemin muttered a few words in his heart, but didn't think much about it. He pushed open the carved wooden door of the living room, and an unusual atmosphere hit him in the face.

In the living room, several people sat in a circle, with different expressions, some solemn, some anxious, and there seemed to be a hint of subtle tension in the air.

Zhong Yuemin paused involuntarily, his heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "What...what's going on?" He scratched his head awkwardly, and an unnatural smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "So? Did I come at the wrong time?"

At this moment, Song Xiangjun seemed to stand out from the crowd. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

Song Xiangjun stood up, her posture elegant, her voice gentle but with a force that could not be ignored. "This is Zhong Yuemin from the alley in front of our house, and he is also my colleague. He came to see me today for something, so we'll go out first."

Zhong Yuemin greeted the people in the living room. "Hello, uncle and aunt! I..."

Before he could finish, Song Xiangjun pulled him up without saying a word, and gently placed her fingers on his palm, conveying an inexplicable comfort.

The two walked through the living room, leaving the whole room full of stunned looks. The moment they walked out of the door, Song Xiangjun explained softly, "There's something urgent at home, so it's inconvenient for you to get involved. I'll tell you in detail another day."

Although Zhong Yuemin was full of doubts, he could only temporarily suppress his curiosity when he saw Song Xiangjun's determined eyes. They walked through the narrow alley, and the sun shone on them again, as if everything had returned to normal.

The moment he walked out of Song Xiangjun's house, Zhong Yuemin was still full of doubts. However, Song Xiangjun's next words made him instantly understand the subtle atmosphere in the living room just now.

"Yuemin, I want to buy a house. You are familiar with this place, please help me find a suitable one!" There was a hint of determination and helplessness in Song Xiangjun's voice.

Zhong Yuemin suddenly realized, that's it! He looked at Song Xiangjun and saw that her belly was slightly bulging, obviously she was pregnant. Her family had objections to this, so it was no wonder that she wanted to move out.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yuemin said, "I own a lot of houses. I'll take you to see which one is right for you and transfer it to you tomorrow." His words were full of sincerity and revealed his concern for Song Xiangjun.

However, Song Xiangjun shook her head firmly. "I have money, which should be enough to buy a smaller house. I don't want yours." There was a hint of stubbornness in her tone, which also revealed her independence and self-esteem.

Zhong Yuemin reached out and held Song Xiangjun's hand, and said gently, "You have chosen to give yourself to me, so what's wrong with giving me a house?" His words were full of ridicule, but more of it was deep affection for Song Xiangjun.

"Bah! It's all your golden tea's fault. Otherwise I wouldn't have done that!" Song Xiangjun retorted angrily, with a blush on her face.

Zhong Yuemin grinned wickedly after hearing this. "That's wrong! Drinking the golden tea only stimulates the beautiful yearning in your heart. If you haven't thought about it this way, you will definitely not do it. So, deep down in your heart, you still want something to happen between us." There was a hint of pride in his words, which also revealed his understanding of Song Xiangjun.

Song Xiangjun felt embarrassed and annoyed by his words. She stretched out her hand and twisted Zhong Yuemin's waist hard, saying angrily, "I told you not to talk nonsense, I told you not to talk nonsense. I'll teach you a lesson!" Although her actions were a bit coquettish, they also revealed her helplessness and shyness.

The atmosphere between the two became relaxed because of this playfulness, as if the previous awkwardness and tension were replaced by this warmth and sweetness.

Zhong Yuemin held Song Xiangjun's hand tightly, his eyes flashing with determination and tenderness. "Xiangjun, don't be afraid, I'm here. No matter what happens, I will be by your side and face it together."

Song Xiangjun's eyes slightly reddened when she heard this. She nodded gently and leaned her head on Zhong Yuemin's shoulder. She felt unprecedented peace of mind and warmth in her heart. At this moment, she seemed to have found her own safe haven. No matter what the outside world was like, as long as he was there, she could withstand everything.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves and shone onto them, casting a golden glow on this pair of lovers who had gone through so many twists and turns.

Zhong Yuemin and Song Xiangjun walked briskly through the bustling Xinjiekou, and finally stopped in front of a sparsely populated bluestone alley.

"How about this place? I originally wanted to give you a three-courtyard house, but there is nothing suitable at the moment." There was a hint of regret in Zhong Yuemin's words, but more of pride in the two-courtyard courtyard in front of him.

Song Xiangjun followed Zhong Yuemin and turned into the quiet alley. The scene before her was like a carefully arranged painting, slowly unfolding in front of her. An ancient and elegant courtyard with two entrances stood quietly in the depths of time. It was silent, but it told the story of the years.

The outer wall of the courtyard is made of blue bricks, and the years have left mottled marks on it. Those marks seem to be the mark of time, recording every bit of the past.

On both sides of the gate, a pair of stone lions majestically guard this peaceful place. Their gazes travel through time and space, witnessing countless ups and downs.

Zhong Yuemin took out the key, gently opened the lock, and pushed open the door. At that moment, he seemed to be opening up a whole new world for Song Xiangjun.

"Welcome home, Miss Song." Zhong Yuemin's words were warm and sincere, which made Song Xiangjun feel inexplicably moved.

Song Xiangjun walked in with a smile. A faint woody scent and the sediment of history hit her in the face, leading her into a completely different world.

The first courtyard is open and bright, with a square bluestone path in the middle, carefully trimmed flowers and plants on both sides, and several old locust trees scattered around. Occasionally, the sound of birds chirping can be heard among the green leaves, crisp and pleasant, as if it is a piece of music played by nature for this courtyard.

It is surrounded by side rooms, wooden roof frames, and carved window lattices. There seems to be an unknown story hidden behind each window.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows, adding a bit of liveliness and warmth to this quiet space. Song Xiangjun seems to be able to feel the years flowing in those shadows, which seem to be whispering, telling the past glory and vicissitudes.

Passing through the first courtyard, Song Xiangjun and Zhong Yuemin entered the second courtyard, which is more private and the core area of ​​daily life.

The main house is tall and majestic, with carved beams and painted buildings under the eaves, and every stroke reveals the craftsman's exquisite skills and yearning for a better life. The furnishings in the house are simple yet elegant, with the eight-immortal table, the armchair, and the landscape scroll hanging on the wall, all of which seem to be telling a story about home and dreams.

Song Xiangjun walked slowly through every corner, her fingertips lightly running across the wood grain carved by time, and an indescribable sense of intimacy surged in her heart.

Turning to look at Zhong Yuemin, his eyes sparkled with gratitude and surprise. "Yuemin, this place... this place is so beautiful. It's like it was tailor-made for me. Every corner has the taste of home."

Zhong Yuemin smiled and nodded, his eyes full of doting. "I knew you would like it. Although this is only a second courtyard, it has a reasonable layout and a quiet environment. It is most suitable for a scholar like you to live in."

Song Xiangjun walked to the main room and gently opened the door. The light in the room was soft, and a faint scent of books and wood intertwined, making people feel relaxed and happy. She imagined spending every ordinary and warm day here with Zhong Yuemin in the future, and her heart was full of expectations and happiness.

"Yuemin, thank you. I will cherish this place. In two days, I will move in and start a new life."

Zhong Yuemin stepped forward and gently held Song Xiangjun's hand. The two smiled at each other. There was no need for words, as they understood each other's feelings.

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and Zhong Yuemin brought Song Xiangjun to the Housing Authority. Zhong Yuemin was already familiar with the place, and every corner and every face revealed familiarity and kindness. When the staff saw him, they also greeted him. Obviously, he was a big celebrity here.

The transfer procedures went extremely smoothly under the guidance of Zhong Yuemin. Song Xiangjun only needed to sign occasionally and spent most of the rest of the time just watching.

However, when signing the last document, Song Xiangjun accidentally glanced at the list of properties on the document and immediately became confused. She whispered to Zhong Yuemin, "Didn't you say it was just one house? Why are there so many?"

Zhong Yuemin smiled. "I'll tell you after we get out."

Finally, after completing all the transfer formalities, the two walked out of the door of the Housing Authority. The sun shone on them, bringing a hint of warmth. Song Xiangjun couldn't help but ask again, "Yuemin, you transferred so many houses to me?"

"Xiangjun, I hope you can understand that I am serious about my feelings for you. These houses are just a promise and a guarantee from me to you."

"Yuemin, thank you." Song Xiangjun said softly.

Hearing this, Zhong Yuemin's lips curled up into a gentle smile. He held Song Xiangjun's hand tightly, and the two smiled at each other.

School has only been open for a few days, and the campus is still filled with busyness and anticipation for the new semester.

Zhong Yuemin had just finished his first class and was about to go back to his office to sort out his thoughts when he was called over by Professor Yue.

Professor Yue's office is filled with the fragrance of books, and the sunlight shines through the window onto the desk piled with books and papers, making it particularly warm. Professor Yue sits behind the large desk, his eyes revealing a bit of seriousness and expectation.

"Xiao Zhong, is your paper ready?" Professor Yue's voice was steady and powerful, and he went straight to the point.

Upon hearing this, Zhong Yuemin quickly took out the carefully prepared paper from his bag and handed it to Professor Yue with both hands. "It's almost done. Do you think there's anything wrong? Could you please revise it for me?"

Professor Yue took the paper, flipped a page, and looked quickly between the lines. After a moment, he looked up with a satisfied smile on his face. "Very good, I'll take a closer look later, and if possible, I'll help you mail it for publication."

Hearing this, Zhong Yuemin was excited, as if he saw the dawn of hope on his academic path. He nodded gratefully and was about to speak when he saw Professor Yue pull out a book from the bookshelf beside him and handed it to him. "Take a look at this book."

Zhong Yuemin took the book, which was an economics textbook with a simple and elegant cover design. He flipped through it casually and saw his name on the cover editor's page, and it was listed side by side with Professor Yue. This discovery stunned him, and the sense of accomplishment in his heart was indescribable, as if he was happier than earning hundreds of millions.

"Professor Yue, so fast?" Zhong Yuemin asked in surprise, his voice revealing an unconcealable joy.

Professor Yue continued, "We held an editorial committee seminar during the summer, and it was really busy. We sat together and revised the book word by word, fearing that there would be no mistakes. You know, academic work, especially textbook editing, cannot be sloppy. However, you did a great job in editing the manuscript this time, and many professors are very satisfied with you. Your work is not only detailed in content, but also consistent in compilation style, which is rare."

As he spoke, Professor Yue actually took out another envelope from the drawer and handed it to Zhong Yuemin. "Take this, two hundred yuan, it's your hard work fee from the department. We can't let your hard work go in vain, everyone who participated will get a share."

As soon as Zhong Yuemin saw the envelope, he quickly declined. "Professor Yue, you have taken such good care of me. It would be embarrassing if I took your money again. I really can't take this money."

Professor Yue smiled and waved his hand. "This is not given by me, but by the department. How can I give you money? This is recognition of your work and the compensation you deserve. Don't be embarrassed, take it."

After hearing what Professor Yue said, Zhong Yuemin could no longer refuse. "Thank you, Professor Yue. I will continue to work hard."