Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Song Xiangjun knew that Zhong Yuemin was trying to help her bargain, but this approach would likely anger the stall owner and lead to a failed transaction.

So, Song Xiangjun walked up to the stall owner with a smile and said in a calm tone, "Boss, don't be angry. He is just a bit blunt. But we really like this book. Can you give us a fair price?"

The stall owner looked at Song Xiangjun, then at Zhong Yuemin, weighed the pros and cons in his mind, and then said, "Okay, since you like it so much, I'll give you a discount price of 200 yuan!"

When Song Xiangjun heard this, she immediately shook her head. "It's too expensive, 50 yuan, no more."

The stall owner frowned when he heard this. "50 yuan? That won't do. I'll lose a lot. It has to be at least 150 yuan."

"Boss, don't say anything, how about 70 yuan?"

"That's definitely not..."

After fierce bargaining, Song Xiangjun finally bought the "Juye County Chronicles" for 85 yuan with her patience and wisdom.

"It's almost done, shall we go back?" Zhong Yuemin suggested. He glanced at the woven bag in his hand, which was already filled with books carefully selected by Song Xiangjun.

Song Xiangjun shook her head, with a sly gleam in her eyes. "Yuemin, you should buy one too. You can't just buy one with me. You like to practice calligraphy, so I'll buy one for you. Trust my judgment, you won't lose money."

As she spoke, Song Xiangjun took Zhong Yuemin's hand and walked into an antique stationery store. Zhong Yuemin looked around and couldn't help but sigh, "I've never been to this place before."

Song Xiangjun seemed to know the place well, and walked straight in without looking around, but walked directly to the boss and greeted him familiarly. Seeing this, the boss also nodded with a smile.

"Boss, get me a good brush." ​​Song Xiangjun ordered, with an unquestionable firmness in her tone.

The boss then took out a brush from under the counter and handed it to Song Xiangjun with a smile. "This bamboo-carved sheep-hair brush from the late Ming Dynasty is the most suitable for practicing Yan style."

Zhong Yuemin took the brush and examined it carefully. He found that the brush was more like a work of art, with delicate orchids carved on it, which looked lifelike. However, bamboo-carved brushes are fragile and difficult to preserve, so only a few have survived to this day.

"This... isn't this too extravagant?" Zhong Yuemin said hesitantly. He knew very well that this brush was worth a lot of money, and the next one would cost at least five or six hundred million.

Song Xiangjun smiled nonchalantly. "Yuemin, you deserve the best. Although this brush is precious, it is worth every penny for you. It will be your best companion when you practice calligraphy."

"Boss, how much is this brush?" Zhong Yuemin, holding the bamboo-carved sheep-hair brush from the late Ming Dynasty, turned to ask the shop owner with his eyes revealing his love for this work of art.

The shop owner was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a kind face and a warm smile. He glanced at the brush in Zhong Yuemin's hand, then glanced at Song Xiangjun next to him, and replied with a smile, "Xiao Song introduced me here, so I'll give you 100 yuan! It's a friendly price."

After hearing this, Zhong Yuemin took out money from his wallet without any hesitation and gave it to the boss.

Zhong Yuemin knows very well that the value of this brush is far more than that. Ordinary brushes on the market only cost between fifty cents and one dollar, but this brush is a rare art treasure and carries Song Xiangjun's deep affection for him.

The boss took the money, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he praised, "You know what's good!" He knew that Zhong Yuemin was a person who knew how to appreciate and cherish good things.

Zhong Yuemin and Song Xiangjun each gained something, and their hearts were filled with joy. They smiled at each other, as if their feelings for each other were conveyed in this smile.

On the way back, the two chatted as they walked, sharing their gains and joy. Zhong Yuemin looked at Song Xiangjun gratefully and said, "Xiangjun, thank you for choosing such a good brush for me."

Song Xiangjun smiled slightly, with a gentle light flashing in her eyes. "Yuemin, as long as you like it."

The autumn wind is bleak, leaves are falling, and the streets and alleys of the city are filled with a faint chill. It seems that even the air is mixed with the coldness and uneasiness unique to the change of seasons.

In this season when people are prone to getting sick, Xiao Shihua and Xiao Haichen were not spared. They first sneezed several times and then developed a high fever. Their cheeks were flushed and their eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and fatigue.

Zhong Yuemin rushed home anxiously, and together with Chen Yajun, they decided to take the two little ones to the hospital immediately.

Little Shihua leaned softly on Zhong Yuemin's shoulder, her little face flushed red, and she coughed occasionally, which made people feel distressed. Little Haichen tightly grasped Chen Yijun's hand, his eyes showing both fear of the hospital and dependence on his grandmother.

"Yuemin, look at Xiao Shihua's appearance, it's really heartbreaking." Chen Yijun frowned, his tone full of worry.

Zhong Yuemin patted Xiao Shihua's back gently, trying to comfort her. "Yes, Mom, don't worry too much. The doctor will give you an injection and you'll be fine after taking some medicine."

Just as the group was about to enter the hospital, Zheng Tong and Jiang Biyun hurried over with their girl Zheng Xiaoyu, and the two families met unexpectedly.

"Hey! Isn't this Yuemin? How come your two babies are also infected?" Zheng Tong was surprised, and then showed a look of sympathy.

"That's right, Zheng Tong. Your Xiaoyu doesn't look well either." Zhong Yuemin smiled bitterly, his gaze lingering on Zheng Tong's daughter for a moment. The little girl was nestling in Jiang Biyun's arms with a dazed look in her eyes.

Jiang Biyun gently stroked her daughter's head and whispered, "Yes, the changing seasons and the large number of people in school make the children's resistance weak, so they get infected easily. It seems that we need to strengthen the children's exercise."

Chen Yijun was listening anxiously and urged, "Hey, stop standing here and chatting. Hurry up and register. It's important to let the child see a doctor as soon as possible!"

"Yes, yes, yes, mom is right." Zhong Yuemin nodded quickly and turned to Zheng Tong and his wife and said, "Zheng Tong, Jiang Biyun, let's go in quickly."

So, the two teams merged into one, hurried through the crowded crowd, and went straight to the doctor to consult and get medicine. After a series of procedures, the adults were busy, while the children were either crying or quiet, each looking uncomfortable in their own way.

While waiting for the doctor's appointment, Xiao Shihua suddenly whispered, "Dad, I want to drink some water."

Zhong Yuemin touched her forehead lovingly and said gently, "Okay, Dad will go get you some water. Just wait patiently."

On the other side, Jiang Biyun was telling her daughter a story in a soft voice, trying to distract her and alleviate her discomfort.

"Look, our children are so strong, we have to cheer up too." Zheng Tong said to Jiang Biyun with determination in his eyes.

Jiang Biyun nodded and prayed in her heart: "I hope the children can get better soon and grow up healthy and happy."

The hospital corridors were filled with the cries of children and the comforting voices of adults.

Zhong Yuemin walked quickly through the long corridor of the hospital, holding the thermos tightly in his hand, thinking about Xiao Shihua's expectant eyes.

The sun shone in through the half-open window, adding a bit of warmth to the slightly cold early winter. Just as he was about to turn the last corner and prepare to return to the ward, a sudden and penetrating wailing sound broke the silence, like a sudden thunder at midnight, which made people look sideways.

"This voice... why does it sound so much like that of Yuan Jun's grandson?" Zhong Yuemin was startled and stopped involuntarily. He frowned slightly, and his eyes flashed with curiosity and confusion.

Zhong Yuemin looked around and made sure that no one else was paying attention to him. Then he quietly put his ear close to the crack of the clinic door, afraid of missing any details.

In the clinic, Yuan Jun's voice sounded again, with a hint of helplessness and anger. "Fuck, it hurts so much, have you changed the doctors? This technique is too fierce!"

Along with his words, there were several whispers from doctors and nurses and the metallic sound of tools colliding, which sounded like some kind of treatment or examination was being performed.

Zhong Yuemin couldn't help laughing out loud, his shoulders trembling slightly, and he muttered to himself, "Yuan Jun is usually fearless, but why is he like this in the hospital? This is really retribution!"

Zhong Yuemin imagined Yuan Jun's face grimacing and full of pain at this moment, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and even the smile in his eyes was about to overflow.

But then, Zhong Yuemin thought of Xiao Shihua who was still waiting for hot water in the ward. Her tenderness and sense of responsibility instantly brought him back to reality.

Zhong Yuemin sighed softly and said to himself, "Forget it, let's get some water to the little girl first, and then we can watch Yuan Jun's show later."

So, Zhong Yuemin reluctantly left the door of the clinic and continued on his way back to the ward. Along the way, various funny scenes of Yuan Jun kept appearing in his mind, with a barely perceptible smile on his lips.

Yuan Jun in the clinic may not know that he has become a joke for his good friend Zhong Yuemin after dinner. He is lying on the hospital bed, performing a "mixed comedy" farce with the medical staff.

Back in the clinic, when Xiao Shihua saw Zhong Yuemin, she immediately smiled sweetly. Her pure and flawless eyes seemed to be able to wash away all the worries in the world.

Zhong Yuemin handed her the boiled water and said softly, "Come on, girl, drink some water first."

Chen Yijun handed the medicine to Xiao Shihua. "Shihua, just drink the medicine together."

Zhong Yuemin asked, "Mom, has the doctor finished examining me? Do I need an injection?"

"I've checked. You'll have to wait a while for the injection."

Zhong Yuemin nodded, pulled Zheng Tong, who was looking confused, over, and the two walked out of the clinic side by side.

"Yuemin, why did you ask me to come out? I still have to take care of my daughter." Zheng Tong mumbled incoherently, with a look of confusion and curiosity in his eyes.

"Yuan Jun is in the clinic over there, let's go and have some fun." Zhong Yuemin raised his lips to a wicked smile, his eyes gleaming with an adventurous gleam.

When Zheng Tong heard this, his eyes immediately lit up, and he followed Zhong Yuemin and jogged towards the clinic.

The two of them walked through the long corridor of the hospital. Occasionally, nurses and patients hurried past, but none of them noticed the two curious young men.

Finally, the two people came to the door of Yuan Jun's clinic. Through the half-open door, they saw Yuan Jun with his trouser waist rolled up in pain, a sheet covering his buttocks. He was gesturing to the doctor, and his voice was full of helplessness and grievance.

Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong looked at each other and smiled knowingly. They gently opened the door and tiptoed in, like two explorers about to uncover the secret of a treasure. Seeing this, Yuan Jun was stunned, but it was too late to cover it up.

"Yuemin, Zheng Tong, why are you two grandsons here?" Yuan Jun's voice was a little embarrassed and helpless. Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong seemed to have discovered a new world, and their curiosity drove them to move closer step by step.

"Yuan Jun, how did you do this?" Zhong Yuemin asked as he and Zheng Tong lifted the sheets. They saw that Yuan Jun's butt was covered with bruises and all kinds of strange marks, as if he had been through a fierce battle.

Zheng Tong looked carefully, stared at the buttocks, and then laughed and teased. "Fuck! Yuan Jun, how did you do this? Why are there so many needle holes, and it's swollen? Were you attacked by a swarm of bees? Or have you changed your profession and practiced some kind of 'iron buttocks skill' recently?"

When Yuan Jun heard the teasing from Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong, his face instantly turned red, as if blood was about to drip out. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into and never come out to see anyone again.

"Go, go, go, you two grandsons, stop talking nonsense here. I'm so unlucky today. It's just a cold, right? I came to the hospital for a shot, but the young nurse was inexperienced and didn't dare to give me a shot when she saw the blood coming back. I'm a soldier after all, and my character is there. I didn't lose my temper with her, and told her not to be afraid and to keep coming. But she gave me eight shots in a row and still couldn't get it right!"

Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong laughed so hard that they almost choked. Zhong Yuemin laughed and joked, "Ha...ha...Yuan Jun, Yuan Jun, this is what happens when you try to be a good person. You made the injection bleed, and you still had to encourage the nurse not to be nervous, and that you could just give her another injection. Your mental quality is simply terrible!"

Zheng Tong also joined in the fun. He looked carefully at Yuan Jun's buttocks and said, "Yuan Jun, your veins are so obvious. This nurse must be blind! Or are you teasing her on purpose? Because she's pretty, you want her to touch you more?"

When Yuan Jun heard what Zheng Tong said, his face turned even redder, almost as red as a cooked lobster. He struggled to sit up, but fell back weakly due to the pain in his buttocks. He could only grit his teeth and retort, "You two bastards, you are teasing me even though I am in such a state. I thought that a soldier should have some grace, but it turned out like this."

Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong were both laughing like crazy, almost unable to breathe. Zhong Yuemin patted Zheng Tong on the shoulder and said, "Haha... you are so graceful. I wonder if you dare to pretend to be a good person again in the future."