Rebirth of Bloody Romance

On the morning of the sixth day, the sky had just dawned, and the faint morning light gently enveloped the earth like a layer of gauze.

At this time, Jinqiu County appeared hazy and looming in the light mist, like a mysterious and beautiful painting.

There is a hint of winter chill in the air, but there is also a faint hint of the coming spring, as if nature is quietly performing the ritual of seasonal change.

Zhong Yuemin was wearing a simple but fashionable outfit, standing there with an upright posture and full of energy. Takehara Masaki and others beside him also had smiles on their faces, and everyone was happily preparing to return to Beijing.

Everyone's face was filled with the joy of returning home, and this joy was as warm as the spring sun.

"Yuemin, being able to take this favorable flight back home this time really saves you a lot of trouble!" Takehara Masaki said jokingly in fluent Chinese while packing his luggage. He was smiling and his eyes were sly, and he was obviously very satisfied with the arrangement of this trip.

Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, and he reached out and gently patted Takehara Masaki on the shoulder. "That's not a big deal. If you take the train for more than ten hours, it will be bumpy and tiring all the way, and it will be really uncomfortable!"

After saying this, Zhong Yuemin deliberately made a miserable expression, causing the people around him to burst into laughter.

In fact, as early as the third year of junior high school, Takehara Masaki could no longer contain his eagerness to return home.

The grandson was looking forward to returning home as soon as possible, but unfortunately he couldn't buy a plane ticket at that time. He could only watch time pass by day by day, and he was very anxious.

Now, his wish has finally come true. Takehara Masaki's originally sunny and handsome face has turned red with excitement, and his bright smile is almost overflowing.

Before leaving, Xiao Shihua and Xiao Haichen hugged Zhou Xiaobai tightly like two frightened deer. Their tears kept swirling in their eyes, and it seemed that they would burst out at any time, turning their deep reluctance into endless tears.

Xiao Shihua's face turned red and her voice was filled with tears. "Mom, I really want you to go back with us! Every day, you are in my mind. I really want to see you!"

The little girl's originally tender and lovely face was now filled with attachment, which made people feel so distressed.

Xiao Haichen beside him also said hurriedly, "Mom, I can't bear to leave you either!"

The little guy's tiny body kept trembling slightly because of crying, like a fallen leaf in the cold wind, looking so fragile and helpless.

Zhou Xiaobai tried her best to hold back the tears that were about to burst out, but her eyes were already red. She gently reached out her hand and gently stroked the tops of the two children's heads, her voice unconsciously carrying a hint of sobs that were difficult to conceal. "My daughter and son, mom still needs to stay here to continue working, so I can't go back with you. But please believe that no matter when and where, mom's heart is always closely connected with you and will never be separated."

Hearing this, Xiao Haichen blinked his tearful eyes and asked helplessly, "Then...what if my sister and I miss you so much that we can't stand it anymore, what should we do?"

At this moment, Zhong Yuemin walked forward with light and cautious steps. He gently stretched out his arms, as if afraid of disturbing the babies in his arms, and slowly and steadily took the two children from Zhou Xiaobai's arms.

"Girls, sons, if you miss your mother, we can call you anytime. Also, as long as there is a suitable opportunity, Dad will definitely bring you to visit your mother again." As soon as Zhong Yuemin finished speaking, a warm current flowed in the air.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaobai quickly followed suit. She took a deep breath and tried to make her trembling voice sound calmer. "My daughter and son, you must listen to your father and go home with him obediently. I promise you that as soon as I have free time, I will definitely call you immediately, okay?"

However, Xiao Shihua and Xiao Haichen seemed unwilling to part. They twisted their bodies, trying to break free from Zhong Yuemin's seemingly gentle but unquestionable embrace, while mumbling, "I don't want to... I don't want to leave..."

However, despite their best efforts to resist, they were ultimately unable to resist Zhong Yuemin's strong arms. In this way, the two little guys were carried onto the plane by Zhong Yuemin.

As the cabin door slowly closed, a dull sound was heard, as if isolating the noise and chaos of the outside world outside the door.

However, at this moment, the cabin was filled with the miserable and heartbreaking cries of the two little ones. The cries were like sharp arrows, piercing people's hearts and making people feel moved.

The two little ones cried so heartbreakingly, their faces turned red, tears flowed like a flood, and their little bodies trembled constantly because of excessive sadness.

"Girl, stop crying. You are a grown-up girl, why are you still crying? If your friends knew about this, they would laugh at you."

"I, I want my mom."

Xiao Haichen also shouted, "I want my mother too." Zhong Yuemin could only sigh helplessly.

Time passed minute by minute, and gradually, the two little guys seemed to have exhausted all their strength, and their crying gradually became weaker.

Finally, with Zhong Yuemin's gentle and patient comfort, they finally stopped crying, and fell into a deep sleep with tears on their faces.

However, occasionally, a few soft sobs could be heard from their sleep, like the whimpering of injured little animals, which made people feel pity.

At the same time, the plane started slowly, accelerated along the runway, and then suddenly jumped up and rushed into the vast blue sky. It quickly passed through layers of white clouds and soared towards the distant Beijing.

Sitting in his seat, Zhong Yuemin stared quietly out the window, watching the outline of the city below become smaller and smaller until it became a blurry dot and disappeared at the end of his sight.

At this moment, Xiao Shihua and Xiao Haichen, who were sleeping peacefully in Zhong Yuemin's arms, might be happily reuniting with their dear mother in their dreams.

There was a sweet smile on her little face, and her little hands were tightly grasping the corner of Zhong Yuemin's clothes, as if she was afraid of losing this warmth and support again.

In the quaint and elegant courtyard in Beihai, the sunlight gently shines on the bluestone slabs, covering the ancient courtyard with a layer of golden veil.

When Xiao Shihua and Xiao Haichen slowly appeared at the gate of the courtyard, Chen Yijun's eyes flashed with endless joy and anticipation.

At this moment, Xiao Shihua and Xiao Haichen jumped into her arms like two happy beans.

"You two heartless little ones are finally back. I missed you so much!" Chen Yijun hugged the two children in her arms, her face filled with a loving and satisfied smile.

Little Haichen was a smart kid, his eyes were instantly filled with tears, but he tried hard not to let them fall, and said in a baby voice, "Grandma, I missed you so much that I cried."

Before he finished speaking, a few crystal tears slid down his cheeks, making Chen Yijun feel distressed. She quickly wiped away his tears with her sleeve.

At this time, Zhong Yuemin looked at this scene of deep affection between the grandparents and grandchildren, and a helpless but warm smile appeared on his lips. He said softly, "Mom, I haven't taken a bath for several days. I feel uncomfortable all over. I want to go to the bathhouse to take a bath."

Hearing this, Chen Yijun looked up at Zhong Yuemin, his eyes full of concern. "Boil some water and wash at home! There are too many people in the bathhouse outside."

Zhong Yuemin shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Forget it. Let's take a bath in the bathhouse and feel comfortable. Let Shihua and Haichen take a bath at home. I feel relieved that you can take care of them."

With that, Zhong Yuemin turned back to the house to pack his clothes. Zhong Yuemin took the bath ticket and walked into the bathhouse leisurely.

Fortunately, there were not many people in the bathhouse, so he was able to enjoy this rare tranquility and comfort. The water temperature was just right, and the warmth rose from the soles of his feet and quickly spread to his whole body, making Zhong Yuemin feel completely relaxed.

Zhong Yuemin closed his eyes, enjoying this rare tranquility and comfort. He could hear the unique noise of the bathhouse, with people humming songs, chatting about family matters, and occasionally laughing. These sounds intertwined together to form a vivid picture of life.

However, this tranquility did not last long. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the bathhouse, followed by the sound of fierce fighting.

Zhong Yuemin opened his eyes and saw a young man fighting with the bath scrubber not far away. The young man was furious and shouted while fighting, "Fuck you! I spent 5 yuan to get a tiger tattoo and you rubbed off the head! What the hell!"

A young man covered in foam was seen wrestling with a bathing attendant. The two men were fighting back and forth, and the scene was very chaotic. Although the crowd gathered around, most of them just watched the fun and no one stepped forward to stop them.

Zhong Yuemin had no intention of trying to stop the fight. He was hoping for a more intense fight! So he continued to soak in the water, leisurely watching this sudden "performance".

"You kid, you're getting excited even though I'm scrubbing your back!" The bath scrubber was not to be outdone. He dodged the young man's attack while cursing at him.

The young man was obviously angered by the bath attendant's words and attacked more fiercely. However, the space in the bathhouse was limited after all, and the two fought back and forth without causing any substantial damage.

The spectators around started to talk about it, some laughed at the young man's poor tattoo skills, and some accused the bathing master of being too heavy. But no matter what, no one was willing to really stand up and stop this farce.

After a while, people from the bathhouse came over and pulled the two people apart.

"Don't hold me back. I must teach this old guy a lesson today!" the young man roared, trying to break free from the people who were holding him back.

"Young man, calm down. The bath attendant didn't do it on purpose." A middle-aged man advised.

"Not on purpose? If he did it on purpose, I would have killed him today!" The young man still refused to give in.

At this moment, the manager of the bathhouse heard the noise and rushed over. Seeing this, he immediately stepped forward to persuade them. "Everyone, don't get excited, let's talk it over nicely. Young man, the bath attendant is also a human being, he can make mistakes. How about this, I will waive the bath fee today, and find you a new bath attendant to give you a good scrub, how about that?"

This obviously worked, the young man angrily glared at the bathing master, and then, after being persuaded by everyone, he reluctantly agreed to the suggestion. The turmoil in the bathhouse was thus calmed down.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhong Yuemin planned to go to Xinjiekou to visit Song Xiangjun who was about to give birth.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the courtyard, before I had time to get off the motorcycle, I saw Zhou Jingyi rushing out of the yard with a panicked look on her face, as if there was a ferocious beast chasing her.

"Xiao Zhong! Hurry! Xiangjun is about to give birth! Help me take her to the hospital!" Zhou Jingyi's voice was filled with a bit of urgency and panic, and her hands kept waving, as if this could turn back time and make everything less urgent.

When Zhong Yuemin heard this, he was struck by lightning. He jumped off the motorcycle in an instant and ran towards the yard in two steps.

As soon as he entered the yard, Zhong Yuemin saw Song Xiangjun. She was holding her stomach with both hands, her face was pale, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, the corners of her mouth were trembling slightly, and she groaned in low and painful voices from time to time. "Ouch! My stomach is so sour..."

Zhong Yuemin's heart suddenly rose to his throat. He quickly stepped forward, squatted beside Song Xiangjun, and asked softly, "Teacher Song, I'll take you to the hospital right now. Just hold on, you'll be well soon."

When Song Xiangjun saw Zhong Yuemin, a trace of surprise and relief flashed in her eyes. She seemed to have found the savior of her life, tightly grasping Zhong Yuemin's arm, with a bit of helplessness and dependence in her voice. "Zhong Yuemin... My stomach is so sour..."

Zhong Yuemin's heart was stretched to its limit at this moment. He did not dare to delay even a little. He turned to Zhou Jingyi who was following closely behind him and said, "Auntie, take the things you need for childbirth. Let's go to the hospital now."

After saying that, Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath, picked up Song Xiangjun steadily by the waist, and walked out of the courtyard with big strides.

Zhou Jingyi followed closely behind, holding tightly in her hand a package that had been prepared long ago, which contained everything Song Xiangjun needed to give birth.

Zhong Yuemin carefully helped Song Xiangjun onto the motorcycle, made sure she was seated firmly, and quickly started the engine.

Zhou Jingyi also sat on the back seat of the motorcycle and hugged Song Xiangjun tightly with both hands, fearing that she might get into trouble on the road.

The motorcycle sped along the street like an arrow from a bow. The wind whistled past my ears, blowing up Song Xiangjun's hair and also blowing away the loose hair on Zhou Jingyi's forehead.

Song Xiangjun leaned on Zhong Yuemin's back. Although the pain was unbearable, she felt an inexplicable courage in her heart when she felt Zhong Yuemin's firm and powerful arms, as well as the warmth and strength coming from his back.

Finally, the outline of the hospital gradually became clear in front of them. Zhong Yuemin quickly parked the car, picked up Song Xiangjun from the motorcycle, and rushed to the door of the delivery room that represented hope and life.

Under the doctor's guidance, Song Xiangjun was quickly placed on the hospital bed and began the tense delivery process.

Zhong Yuemin and Zhou Jingyi were waiting anxiously outside the delivery room, their hearts rising and falling with every cry coming from the room.