Rebirth of Bloody Romance

In this elegant environment, Zhong Yuemin took the teacup from Song Xiangjun, and his eyes were instantly attracted by the tea leaves in the cup. The tea leaves seemed to be reborn and danced in the hot water, as if souls were wandering in the water.

Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but fall into deep thought, as if he was brought into another world. He closed his eyes and listened to the nostalgic music. Those long-lost melodies made him feel as if he had returned to the past. The dancing of the tea leaves and the melody of the music made him feel extremely comfortable.

Zhong Yuemin sipped the tea gently, and the aftertaste spread in his mouth, slowly spreading from the tips of his teeth and the corners of his mouth. The tea fragrance was far-reaching and deep, making people feel relaxed and happy. Zhong Yuemin drank it mouthful by mouthful, feeling the warm and fragrant taste, as if the whole person was surrounded by this wonderful taste.

He looked up and saw Song Xiangjun looking at him with a smile. At that moment, he understood what a true quality life is. Tea is not only a drink, but also a life attitude. In the world of tea, people can find peace of mind.

"Teacher Song, this tea is absolutely wonderful." Zhong Yuemin exclaimed.

"Yes! This is really top-quality tea." Song Xiangjun responded with a smile.

Zhong Yuemin savored the aroma of tea, the warm and fragrant taste slowly spread in his mouth, making his heart and soul rippling. He closed his eyes, as if he had returned to the past, and those beautiful times flashed before his eyes one by one.

"Teacher Song, do you know? The aroma of this tea reminds me of many things in the past." Zhong Yuemin said with emotion.

"Memories always make people feel warm and happy." Song Xiangjun replied gently.

Song Xiangjun looked at Zhong Yuemin, her eyes flashing with deep thought. She took a sip, the fragrance of tea filling her mouth, as if she could feel the vitality brought by every drop of tea.

"Zhong Yuemin, have you ever tasted the wonderfulness of this tea?" Song Xiangjun asked with a smile.

Zhong Yuemin picked up the teacup and tasted it carefully. "The aroma is fragrant and the sweetness is endless. Teacher Song, this tea is really extraordinary."

Song Xiangjun asked with a charming look on her face. "Zhong Yuemin, tea itself is a kind of medicinal material, did you know that? And I feel that this tea can refresh the mind, nourish the qi, and even strengthen the body. If it is true, it can be regarded as the best tea."

Zhong Yuemin was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, you can taste the functions of this tea? Why do I not believe it? "Teacher Song, this is really a rare good tea. Thank you for your help today. These are for you."

Zhong Yuemin handed about a pound of tea to Song Xiangjun, and he still had about 10 kilograms in his hand. But he knew a lot of people, and in the end he gave some to this person and some to that person, and he didn't know how much would be left?

No, I can't be too showy and need to be low-key. If everyone asks me for it, who will this guy give it to?

"Tea itself is a kind of medicinal material. It is certain that this kind of tea can refresh the mind, nourish the qi, and strengthen the body. This is really very difficult." Seeing that Zhong Yuemin did not respond to her topic, Song Xiangjun spoke slowly, revealing deep emotion in her tone.

Zhong Yuemin looked at her silently, and a ripple appeared in his heart. He knew Song Xiangjun's love for tea, but he didn't expect that she also had in-depth research on the medicinal value of tea.

"Where does this tea come from?" Song Xiangjun suddenly asked when she saw Zhong Yuemin standing there in a daze.

Zhong Yuemin pondered for a moment. "Its origin is a secret, a place that only I know. And it's full of dangers, deep in the mountains and old forests."

Song Xiangjun's eyes flashed with doubt. "Secret? Is this tea tree on the cliff?"

Zhong Yuemin nodded slightly. "Yes, Teacher Song, how do you know all this?" He was just making it up.

The two of them were silent, and the air between them seemed to have frozen. Zhong Yuemin looked at the teacup in Song Xiangjun's hand, and his thoughts drifted far away.

"Do you know?" Song Xiangjun broke the silence. "My grandfather once discovered a precious wild tea tree during an expedition. The tea tree grows on cliffs and is extremely difficult to pick, but the flavor of the tea is extremely strong."

A hint of interest flashed in Zhong Yuemin's eyes. "Oh? Teacher Song, what do you mean?"

Song Xiangjun smiled slightly. "What I want to say is that your tea is similar to the tea picked by my grandfather. They both contain rich vitality and unique cultural heritage. I drank it once, so I know so much about it."

Zhong Yuemin thought silently. He thought Song Xiangjun knew the function of tea just by tasting it! It turned out that she was testing him! "Teacher Song, what happened later?"

Song Xiangjun replied playfully, "Later, there was no later. Oh, it's gone. Wait, I'll go make another pot."

Zhong Yuemin watched Song Xiangjun's graceful back and fell into deep thought. This counselor, who was also an English teacher, was very different from other teachers. Most teachers were extremely dedicated and made sure that students had no sexual fantasies about them. However, Song Xiangjun was an exception.

She is tall, and perhaps because she has been abroad, her mind is more open. She dresses fashionably and her words are full of humor and wisdom. In Zhong Yuemin's mind, such a woman can make a man more eager. Her plump embrace and considerate tenderness are temptations that no man can resist.

Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath and tried to calm his heart. He knew that such thoughts were inappropriate, but he could not control his emotions. Every smile and every movement of Song Xiangjun was like a gentle blow to his heart, making his heart beat faster and his breathing quicken.

He began to realize that his feelings for Song Xiangjun had gone beyond the ordinary teacher-student relationship. He should distance himself from her, after all, he was married.

But there is a kind of women who, after years of precipitation, exude a deep fragrance like ripe apples, which makes people intoxicated. Their charm lies not only in their beautiful appearance, but also in their inner experience, wisdom and warmth.

Such women are like ripe apples, sweet with sourness, mellow with depth. They have drifted in the long river of time, experienced the baptism of wind and rain, witnessed the good and evil of human nature, but still maintained their inner kindness and firmness. Their wisdom is not the knowledge that can be learned from books, but the experience and lessons learned from life.

Their warmth, like the sun in winter, makes people feel endless comfort and peace. They know how to care for others, how to listen and understand, and their embrace is a haven for tired souls.

Zhong Yuemin was in a trance occasionally, as if he had traveled through time and space and returned to the youthful age of his previous life, when he once stared at his math teacher in the classroom with admiration and love in his heart.

At that time, Zhong Yuemin had little interest in mathematics, but everything changed after that teacher came into his life. The teacher's mature and slightly rosy face became the eternal white moonlight in his heart. Whenever he saw the teacher's figure, his heartbeat would involuntarily speed up, as if something had drilled into his heart and disturbed the calm lake.

Zhong Yuemin began to fall madly in love with math class. Every day before class, he would stand outside the classroom and peek at the math teacher going to other classes. At that time, he always appeared in places where the teacher might appear, silently paying attention to her every move.

He always looked forward to meeting her, just to see her, but every encounter was so brief that he felt as if he could never enter her world.

In the long river of life, we will meet all kinds of people. Some of them are like shooting stars, while others are deeply imprinted in our hearts. Among them, there is one person whose existence is like a unique landscape that is unforgettable. That is the teacher I love deeply.

The feeling of liking a teacher is not much different from liking other people. It is because of the expression or look that person reveals inadvertently, which can make our heartstrings tremble. When her eyes occasionally pass by, I will feel ecstatic, but I will also feel depressed because of her sadness.

However, my love for my teacher has its own special features. I am afraid that she will ignore me, but I am also afraid that she will pay too much attention to me. What makes me most nervous is her side glance that seems to be careless but seems to know everything. That light glance brings me endless reverie, as if telling me that she knows all my thoughts.

Every chance encounter with her is like an oasis in the wilderness, bringing me endless surprises and touching moments. It feels like God’s special favor to me, allowing me to feel extraordinary emotions in ordinary days.

This emotion is both sweet and bitter, both exciting and frightening.

Liking a teacher is probably different from other emotions, because it is an emotion that is destined to have no results. It is so secret that you cannot tell anyone and you can only digest everything related to it by yourself.

Zhong Yuemin was her student, and she was his beloved teacher. His feelings for her were deep and complex, like the spring rain, quietly penetrating his heart. He saw the warm light in her eyes and felt the charm of wisdom in her words. He was attracted by her personality charm and moved by her teaching enthusiasm. He liked her, and this feeling was like the starlight in the dark night, shining deep in his heart.

However, he knew that this emotion was doomed to fail. The relationship between them was that of a teacher and a student, two parallel lines that would never intersect. He could not tell her about this emotion, nor could he let anyone know. He could only bury it deep in his heart and savor this bitter yet sweet emotion alone.

Like a spy, he secretly recalled every detail about her. He silently blessed her in his heart and silently envied those who could participate in her life. He knew that he could not have her, but he still resolutely fell into it and could not extricate himself.

This feeling was so wrong, yet so strong. He knew he should give up, but he couldn't control his heart. He walked further and further on this road less traveled, and although the road ahead was full of thorns, he still moved forward with determination.

He likes her, and this feeling is like a lonely wind blowing through the wasteland in his heart. He knows that this is a feeling that is destined to have no results, but he is still willing to give everything for it. He hopes that she can feel his heart, even if this hope is so slim.

Zhong Yuemin silently prayed for her, hoping that she could live a happy life. Even if this happiness had nothing to do with him, he was willing to silently bless her. He knew that this was the only thing he could do and what he wanted to do most.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Song Xiangjun walked slowly towards him with a tea tray in her hand. Her graceful figure blended into the surroundings like a flowing ink painting. Her appearance broke Zhong Yuemin's contemplation and made his heart tremble.

"Zhong Yuemin, what are you thinking about?" Song Xiangjun asked with a smile and a hint of playfulness on her face.

Zhong Yuemin came back to his senses, but his eyes inadvertently fell on the collar of Song Xiangjun's wide shirt. As the heat from frying tea had not yet dissipated, Song Xiangjun was dressed quite casually. Zhong Yuemin was not paying attention, and he caught a glimpse of the snow-white skin exposed at the collar of her wide shirt, and instantly felt his scalp numb. The vaguely exposed snow-white skin was like the first ray of sunlight in the morning light, gentle and stunning. His heartbeat instantly accelerated, and the whole person froze in place, as if he was struck by this sudden beauty.

Zhong Yuemin is not a person who does not understand romance, but he is very adept at dealing with emotions, but he is unwilling to easily fall into a fruitless romance. He has experienced many vicissitudes of life and knows that there are too many helplessness and choices in life. He is afraid of being hurt again and afraid that he cannot bear the feeling of loss.

Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but be dazed. He quickly lowered his head and blew on the tea gently to cover up his gaffe.

"Zhong Yuemin, do you think I'm too casual?" Song Xiangjun suddenly asked.

Zhong Yuemin raised his head, looked at her and said, "Without Teacher Song, I think you are very real and not pretentious."

Song Xiangjun smiled. "I know that my personality may not be very pleasing to others, but I will not change myself to please others."

Zhong Yuemin nodded. "Me too, I don't like to be pretentious, and I don't like others to tell me what to do."

Song Xiangjun smiled and suddenly asked, "So what did you see just now?"

"So white..." Zhong Yuemin reacted and quickly shut up.

"Zhong Yuemin, I knew you were not honest."

"Teacher Song, it's getting late. I'm going back first." Zhong Yuemin took his tea and fled in a hurry.

As night fell and the lights came on, Zhou Zhennan and Chen Yijun sat in the living room, the aroma of tea filled the air. The tea leaves brewed by Zhong Yuemin danced in the cup, releasing a rich aroma.

"Dad, Mom, how about this tea?" Zhong Yuemin asked with a smile, a look of pride in his eyes.

Zhou Zhennan took a sip, closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and praised, "Good tea! The aroma is fragrant, the sweetness is long-lasting, and it melts in your mouth. It is really a rare good tea!"

The little girl also acted as if it were real. "Dad, good tea, so delicious." After hearing this, several people burst into laughter.

Chen Yijun also nodded in agreement: "It's really good, Yuemin, where did you get this tea?"

Zhong Yuemin smiled mysteriously and said, "I discovered this tea by chance in the deep mountains and old forests. There are several ancient tea trees there, growing on cliffs, and it is extremely difficult to pick them. However, the tea there is of extremely high quality and is the best tea I have ever tasted."

Zhou Zhennan exclaimed, "What a rare good tea! This tea not only makes people taste delicious, but also makes people feel the magic of nature and the charm of life."

Chen Yijun was also filled with emotion. "Yes, the taste of this tea reminds me of my youth. At that time, we were also full of passion and ideals, pursuing a better life. Although I am older now, that pursuit and dream will never disappear."

Only Zhou Xiaobai frowned and thought to himself, when did Yuemin go to the deep mountains and forests? Why don’t I know about it?

Zhou Zhennan said, "Yuemin! Such good tea, didn't you give some to your mother? Your mother likes this kind of tea!"

"Dad, look at what you said. I've been prepared for a long time. No matter who you forget, you can never forget my mom." As he said that, he handed nearly 500 grams of tea to Chen Yijun.

Zhou Zhennan stared at Zhong Yuemin, which made him feel uneasy. "Dad, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Zhou Zhennan asked as a matter of course, "Where's my tea?"

"You, me, Dad, there must be one for you."

After that, he took out another 500 grams from his bag. Zhou Zhennan took it in his hand and felt it. "That's all? What can I do with it?"

Zhong Yuemin's mouth twitched. Fortunately, he had foresight! He received everything in the space, otherwise he would have nothing to do. Then he opened the bag and let Zhou Zhennan take a look. "Dad, you see I don't have much. The yield of good tea is very low."

"Then who knows if you have hidden it in advance?" Chen Yijun patted him. "This is not enough for you to drink. Don't you usually drink?"

"I'll go and tease those old guys tomorrow."

On the way home, Zhou Xiaobai asked, "Yuemin, when did you go to the deep mountains and old forests? How come I didn't know about it?"

Zhong Yuemin sighed inwardly. It turned out that one lie required countless lies to cover it up! "Wife, how can I have the time to go? I asked someone else to go for me."

Zhou Xiaobai actually believed it, because she had heard Zhong Yuemin say that he used to hang around in the deep mountains and forests.

After returning home, Zhong Shanyue drank it and said directly, "Yuemin, give me a 10-8 jin one."

Zhong Yuemin almost fainted after hearing this. "Dad, are you kidding me? Where can I get so much for you?"

"Look at your inability to do such a thing. Give me three or five kilograms."

"No."

"What? I'll give you a chance to say it again."

The little cotton-padded jacket is indeed a little cotton-padded jacket. "Grandpa, Dad doesn't have that many."

Zhong Shanyue's expression changed immediately, and he hugged the little girl with a smile on his face. "My dear granddaughter, tell grandpa how much your father has."

“It seems like there are only two bags.”

"Then Grandpa will take two packs, okay?

"it is good."