Rebirth of Bloody Romance

When Zhu Jianguo heard that Zhong Yuemin agreed, a bright smile instantly bloomed on his face. That smile was like a flower blooming in spring, filled with unconcealable joy.

"Yuemin, don't go back for dinner tonight. I'll treat you to a nice meal! What do you want to eat? Shabu-shabu mutton or some spicy chicken cubes?"

When Zhong Yuemin heard this, he raised his lips to a playful smile and deliberately stretched out his voice and said, "Spring is here, and it's the mating season for animals again. Shouldn't our meal also have some spring flavor?"

"Fuck, Yuemin, you're getting more and more eloquent. Don't tease me like that." Zhu Jianguo patted Zhong Yuemin's shoulder in pretended anger, but his eyes were full of smiles.

Afterwards, Zhu Jianguo returned to the dormitory and dressed up carefully. He put on a clean white shirt, which was crisp and neat without a single wrinkle; he tied a dark tie, the color of which matched the shirt, making him look both steady and fashionable; and he wore a pair of shiny leather shoes, which sparkled in the sun, as if they could reflect his shadow.

Zhu Jianguo looked around in the mirror, feeling good about himself, and then turned to look at Zhong Yuemin, only to find that Zhong Yuemin was still wearing his usual pair of shoes. Zhu Jianguo frowned and said with some dissatisfaction, "Yuemin, you should change into a pair of leather shoes. There's still time, the show starts at seven o'clock. Look at your shoes, they don't match your outfit at all."

"I won't dance. I'll go with you and just watch the fun." Zhong Yuemin waved his hand and said with a relaxed look. He usually doesn't wear leather shoes because he feels uncomfortable walking in them and is not used to the feeling of restraint.

Zhu Jianguo got anxious when he heard this, with a bit of helplessness and ridicule in his tone. "Fuck! Yuemin, you are so boring! Tonight is a great social opportunity, you can't ruin the party wearing cloth shoes, right? Besides, it's rare for me to be so formal, brother, just give me some face!"

Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but laugh at Zhu Jianguo's anxious and serious look. He thought about it and finally compromised. "Okay, for your sake, I will reluctantly put on my leather shoes and accompany you on this trip. But let me make it clear first, I'm just here to watch the fun, don't count on me for dancing or anything like that."

When Zhu Jianguo heard Zhong Yuemin agreed, he immediately smiled and patted his chest to promise, "Don't worry, Yuemin, I will definitely not let you be embarrassed at the dance. Just follow me when the time comes, and I guarantee that you will be amazed!"

When Zhong Yuemin and Zhu Jianguo came back from the restaurant, it was already late at night and the street lights were dim, lengthening their figures walking side by side.

Time passed quietly, almost two hours had passed. The aftertaste of the food was still lingering in my mouth, but it also foreshadowed that I was about to step into a whole new world - the dance party that belonged to the night.

It took me 20 minutes to get there even if I hurried. The vastness of the school added a bit of mystery and depth in the night, as if every corner was hiding an unknown story.

Without Zhu Jianguo's guidance, Zhong Yuemin might not be able to find the dance scene where the lights were dim.

Walking into the ballroom, a lively and slightly tense atmosphere hit me. The ball was already in full swing, with a bustling crowd and deafening music coming from the speakers, stirring everyone's heartbeat.

Most of the men were dressed in neat suits, white shirts and neat ties, while the ladies were dressed in various skirts and black leather shoes. They had reserved or excited expressions on their faces. They held hands and looked at each other from afar, as if they were looking for the soul mate who could dance with them.

As soon as Zhu Jianguo stepped onto the dance floor, he felt like a fish in water and quickly found his dance partner, a tall girl with a sweet smile.

Zhu Jianguo winked at Zhong Yuemin, said hello, and then immersed himself in the ocean of dance, no longer paying any attention to Zhong Yuemin.

Zhong Yuemin looked at Zhu Jianguo's handsome back and felt a little uncomfortable, as if he had become a bystander in this feast.

Zhong Yuemin sat down on a chair beside him, bored, and looked around aimlessly. The lights were flickering, and people were everywhere. Everyone was looking for their place at the party, but he seemed a little out of place.

At this moment, a graceful and elegant female teacher came over. She was wearing a finely tailored dress, the color was simple but elegant, which complemented her temperament. She was wearing a pair of simple high heels, and every step she took seemed so light and confident. Her every move revealed an elegant and generous charm that attracted people's attention.

The teacher had a pretty face, with a little makeup on, which just highlighted her beauty. She always had a professional smile on her lips, which was friendly but not too intimate, as if she could see through people's inner thoughts.

"Teacher, may I ask you to dance with me?" The female teacher's voice was soft and melodious, as beautiful as the singing of a nightingale, mixed with a hint of imperceptible expectation.

Zhong Yuemin turned around and looked at the female teacher. His eyes lingered on her for a moment, and then he said politely, "Excuse me, teacher. I don't know how to dance."

Hearing this, the female teacher was slightly startled at first, obviously not expecting such an answer. Then, she unconsciously muttered, "You come here even though you can't dance. Isn't this crazy?" Although she deliberately lowered her voice, Zhong Yuemin, with his excellent hearing, still heard this sentence clearly.

Instantly, Zhong Yuemin felt an indescribable annoyance in his heart. You know, he is well aware of his own charm and has always tried his best to avoid provoking those women.

After all, there are already many women around me, and I really don’t want to add unnecessary trouble.

However, at this moment, a breeze blew by, bringing a slight coolness, gently blowing the hair on Zhong Yuemin's forehead. This breeze was like an invisible hand, quietly stroking away some of the irritability in his heart, and his mood gradually returned to calm.

Zhong Yuemin walked out of the noisy dance hall and unknowingly lit a cigarette beside the flower bed at the door.

Song Xiangjun walked lightly, her eyes searching everywhere. Suddenly, her sight was fixed on a corner, where a figure was sitting, looking a little lonely, with an unburned cigarette in his hand. In the smoke, the well-defined face looked particularly deep.

"What's wrong? Why are you smoking?" Song Xiangjun asked with some surprise and ridicule.

Zhong Yuemin smiled bitterly and blew out a smoke ring. "Why are you here too?"

Song Xiangjun raised her lips in a playful smile, which made her look even more gentle and charming under the moonlight. "I heard that someone was here, so I came to take a look. Why don't you go in and dance? This is not your style!"

"I came here to accompany Zhu Jianguo. I didn't want to come, but the grandson insisted on dragging me here to accompany him. After we arrived, the grandson started dancing with a female teacher. Besides, I can't dance, so I just walked out." Zhong Yuemin's tone was filled with helplessness and self-mockery.

"Why do I find it hard to believe?" Song Xiangjun blinked, her face full of doubt. "With your charm, how could there be no women who invite you?"

Song Xiangjun chuckled, with a look of doubt but also a hint of tenderness. She knew that Zhong Yuemin was always a playful person, and it was rare for him to be like this today.

Zhong Yuemin spread his hands with an innocent look. "Why would I lie to you? Just now, a beautiful female teacher did invite me to dance, but I rejected her."

Song Xiangjun raised the corners of her mouth, seeming to be quite satisfied with the answer. "It seems that your performance tonight is good and worthy of praise. However, dancing is very simple, just follow the beat, it's not that complicated. Come on, go in and I'll teach you."

As she spoke, Song Xiangjun took Zhong Yuemin's hand without further ado and walked towards the half-open door. Inside the door, the music was even more deafening, the lights were flashing, and the shadows of people were looming.

The night is as dark as ink, and the city under the neon lights is flickering with a hazy light, like a huge magnetic field, attracting dreamers from all walks of life.

Song Xiangjun wore a black tasseled dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps, like a shadow in the dark night, elegant and mysterious. Her eyes shuttled through the crowd and finally fixed on Zhong Yuemin, the man who was always unruly and affectionate.

Zhong Yuemin exuded a carefree attitude, smiling at Song Xiangjun, his eyes sparkling with anticipation and curiosity. "Xiangjun, you said you would bring me to see real tango, don't let me down."

Song Xiangjun raised a confident smile and extended her hand to invite him. "Yuemin, the world of tango is far more profound and fascinating than you can imagine. Are you ready?"

The music started, a passionate and slightly sad tango piece, like a whisper in the night, inviting imagination. The two slowly stepped onto the dance floor and instantly became the focus of the whole audience.

"Tango, the aristocrat among dances, has its soul in the tension of wanting to reject yet wanting, being close yet distant."

Song Xiangjun's voice is deep and magnetic, and her eyes sparkle with endless love for tango. "Just like now, although I am teaching you the dance steps, we should maintain that subtle sense of distance between us, close yet as if we are going to pass by each other in the next second."

Zhong Yuemin seemed particularly focused at this moment. He leaned forward slightly, listening carefully to every word of Song Xiangjun, with an unprecedented light flashing in his eyes.

Under the guidance of Song Xiangjun, he began to try to take the first step. It was an unprecedented experience - when moving forward, his body was slightly tilted, like a crab walking sideways. When moving backward, he slid forward at an incredible angle, and each step was precise and powerful.

As the rhythm of the music gradually quickened, their bodies got closer. Song Xiangjun's right arm rested lightly on Zhong Yuemin's left shoulder, while Zhong Yuemin's left arm tightly wrapped around her waist. Their "tango position" was formed instantly, as if they were one.

At this moment, all the noise was isolated, leaving only each other's heartbeats and rapid breathing.

Zhong Yuemin and Song Xiangjun's eyes met, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness in their seriousness, as if the whole world had stopped.

Suddenly, Song Xiangjun turned her head quickly, her eyes swept across Zhong Yuemin's shoulder, and then quickly retracted them. The eye contact in that instant was full of teasing and tacit understanding, which made Zhong Yuemin's heart tremble, as if he was hit by an electric current.

"Remember, tango is not just about moving your feet, but also about conveying emotions." Song Xiangjun's voice sounded softly beside Zhong Yuemin's ears, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness. "Every turn, every eye contact, is a touch of the soul, and a confirmation of the other's existence."

As the last note of the music fell, the two slowly stopped dancing and looked into each other's eyes. There seemed to be some residual warmth in the air.

Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath and smiled. "So this is tango. It's not just a dance, but also a philosophy of life."

Song Xiangjun smiled slightly, with a hint of satisfaction in her eyes. "You learn very quickly, Mr. Zhong. But remember, real tango is always on the road, and every dance is a new beginning."

The night remains the same, and this temporary pair has found their own unique rhythm in the melody of tango.

Li Kuiyong and Zheng Tong held their newly issued passes, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation for the journey ahead.

Li Kuiyong's eyes flashed with a smile, and he asked, "Yuemin, I heard you say that you want to take a plane to Shenzhen, that's so cool! As for me, I won't take the train, I'd rather go with you and try the feeling of flying, what do you think?"

Li Kuiyong's tone was full of confidence and heroism, as if flying was just a trivial thing in his life.

After hearing this, Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but laugh. He knew that Li Kuiyong was a bold and careful person with many ideas, but he didn't expect that he would be so decisive in following him to "go to the sky".

"Kui Yong, you really dare to think and do anything." Zhong Yuemin asked in a serious tone, but his eyes were full of ridicule.

"Hey, Yuemin, you know I like to try new things. Since you want to take a plane, how can I, Li Kuiyong, fall behind? I also want to be a flying man and feel the feeling of being above the clouds."

Zhong Yuemin pretended to be surprised and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh? Kui Yong, you are quite arrogant. However, plane tickets are not easy to buy. Can your letter of introduction get it?"

When Li Kuiyong heard this, he immediately perked up, his chest puffed out, his face full of confidence. "Yuemin, you underestimate me. Isn't it just a letter of introduction? I, Li Kuiyong, have been in Beijing for so long, how can such a small matter be difficult for me? Don't worry, I can find any unit to issue it, and I guarantee that we can board the plane smoothly. Just give me a date, and we will buy tickets for that day."

Zheng Tong listened with great interest, nodding his head from time to time, his eyes flickering with longing for the unknown journey. He interrupted, "Yuemin, Kuiyong is right, let's go together, so we can have a companion on the road. Besides, we didn't even dare to think about taking a plane before, but now we have the chance, how can we miss it?"