Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Zhong Yuemin nodded. "In this world, everyone has their own pursuits and ideals. Some people like to live a stable life, while others yearn to fly freely. Just like Carmen in Merimee's works, they advocate freedom and an unrestrained life. And you are probably the kind of woman who loves freedom, who doesn't want to be bound and wants to pursue your own dreams."

Qin Ling said, "Yuemin, you really understand me. What I long for is the kind of life that goes with the wind and is free from worries. Do you understand?"

Zhong Yuemin smiled and nodded, and replied, "I understand, Qinling, everyone has the right to choose their own way of life. No matter what kind of life you choose, there is no right or wrong."

Qin Ling's eyes flashed with a gleam of light. "Yes, Yuemin. I am very grateful that you can understand me. There are not many people in this world who can understand me. I don't plan to get married in this life. What about you? Are you married?"

"The child is now two and a half years old."

"Is it with your ex-girlfriend?"

"Yes."

On this quiet night, the two suddenly fell into a long silence. Qin Ling and Zhong Yuemin, the former lovers, now seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the air was filled with an indescribable atmosphere.

Suddenly, Zhong Yuemin broke the silence, his voice was a little unnatural. "Qin Ling, what? I have to go back first."

Qin Ling was stunned. He looked at Zhong Yuemin, as if trying to find something from his face. But Zhong Yuemin's expression was very calm, as if he was doing something ordinary.

Zhong Yuemin and Qin Ling stood up and walked outside. When they were about to part, Qin Ling suddenly spoke with a slightly hoarse voice. "Yuemin, won't you see me off?"

Zhong Yuemin's heart trembled slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, looked at Qin Ling's deep eyes, and nodded gently, saying, "Okay, I'll take you there."

The two walked out of the restaurant and came to the quiet street. The breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness. Qin Ling walked beside Zhong Yuemin, and the atmosphere between the two was slightly awkward.

The two walked slowly along the sidewalk. There were few pedestrians on the street, and only the occasional passing car broke the silence. It began to drizzle, wetting their hair and clothes.

"do you know?"

Qin Ling suddenly spoke. "I have always cherished the time I spent with you." Zhong Yuemin nodded silently, feeling mixed emotions.

Finally, we arrived at Qin Ling's residence, which was a rental house in a large courtyard. At first glance, the conditions were indeed not satisfactory, with mottled walls, shabby doors and windows, all showing traces of time. Zhong Yuemin stopped, it was late at night, and he felt that it seemed inappropriate to visit at this time.

"Yuemin, why don't you leave?" Qin Ling turned his head with a hint of confusion on his face.

Zhong Yuemin scratched his head awkwardly. "Well, it's so late now, is it inappropriate for me to go in?"

Qin Ling smiled and shook his head. "It's okay, I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will eat you? Come in and sit down." Qin Ling pulled him in with his hand.

Zhong Yuemin sighed silently in his heart. Who knows what will happen if he goes in? He is not a gentleman and cannot resist temptation.

Zhong Yuemin followed Qin Ling into the house. Although the house was not big, it was clean and tidy. A simple wooden bed, an old desk, and a worn rattan chair constituted the main furniture in the room. There were some photos of Qin Ling hanging on the wall. Although the light was dim, the charm of the photos could still be seen.

Qin Ling took out a large enamel jar of wine for Zhong Yuemin, and poured some for himself. Zhong Yuemin teased, "Qin Ling, you don't want me to leave!"

Qin Ling glanced at him, and a sneer appeared on his lips. "Do you have the guts?"

Zhong Yuemin smiled bitterly and picked up the enamel pot. "Is it okay if you don't drink it?"

Qin Ling looked at him, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes. He replied calmly, "It's up to you."

Zhong Yuemin looked at her, feeling a little hesitant. He and Li Kuiyong had already drunk quite a bit, and if they drank this much more, they would definitely get drunk today.

The two of them were speechless, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. Qin Ling looked at him with a hint of helplessness in her eyes. She took a deep breath and said, "Actually, I just want to have a drink and chat with you. Why do you have to think so much?"

Zhong Yuemin and Qin Ling's eyes met in the air, as if there was an invisible electric current passing through them. Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath, knowing that some things had to be made clear.

"Qin Ling, I think it's better to be honest about some things. I'm already married, and I can't make any promises to you now. Do you understand what I mean?" There was a hint of helplessness in Zhong Yuemin's eyes.

Qin Ling smiled and came to Zhong Yuemin. She gently hooked her fingers around Zhong Yuemin's chin, with a sly light in her eyes. "Zhong Yuemin, I remember saying just now that I am not suitable for the role of a wife. That is not the life I want."

Zhong Yuemin's heart was touched. "Woman, I tell you, you are playing with fire."

Qin Ling was even more flirtatious. He put his arms around Zhong Yuemin's neck and sat on his lap. "Then let the fire burn even more vigorously! Zhong Yuemin, your body is much more honest than your mouth."

"Qin Ling, I am a very narrow-minded person. I don't allow others to touch my things, especially women. You have to think carefully. You know what I am talking about, right?"

"Oh my! Zhong Yuemin, you are much more domineering than before. If you don't want others to touch you, then you have to work hard. If you can't give me the life I want, that's not going to happen." She said this while her hands kept teasing him.

How could Zhong Yuemin resist such temptation? He picked up Qin Ling and brought him to the bed, and the battle was about to begin. Qin Ling became more active and enthusiastic, very crazy...

After making love, Qin Ling had a satisfied expression. "It's great!"

"Go look at houses when you have time, and buy one if you find one that's suitable."

"What's wrong? Isn't this good?"

"Is this okay? When you were going crazy just now, I was really afraid that the bed legs would break."

"Bah! Go to hell!"

"I'm serious. Go buy a house. After that, you'll have a home in Beijing."

"Where do I get so much money?"

Zhong Yuemin patted her temples. "I have your husband! I'll send you the money tomorrow."

"Zhong Yuemin, you are annoying. Yo, are you afraid that I will find someone else?"

Zhong Yuemin turned over and pressed on him. "It seems that you don't know how powerful I am. You still want to put a hat on me. Do you believe that I can make you unable to get out of bed?"

"Tsk, who doesn't know how to brag?"

Zhong Yuemin used the dual cultivation technique directly this time, and Qin Ling experienced a feeling he had never experienced before. The two of them had a deep exchange from body to soul, and afterwards Qin Ling said coquettishly, "Zhong Yuemin, did you do this on purpose? Can I still leave you from now on? What happened just now?"

"Hehe...If I don't let you know how powerful I am, you won't know why the flowers are so red."

"Stop showing off and tell me what's going on. How did the two of us get to that level?"

"There was once a great master who saw that your husband had an excellent physique. He taught me the dual cultivation technique..."

"Bah! That sounds really nice, but isn't that just a hooligan?"

"That's not what you said just now. You're so comfortable..."

Before he could finish, Qin Ling kicked him. "I told you not to talk nonsense. Get lost."

"It's getting late. I really have to go."

"Get out of here!"

The morning sun shone through the window, and Zhong Yuemin stepped into the bustling classroom. It was not because of the good morning greetings, but because of the jubilation - everyone was surrounding Li Weiguo and Chen Yuhong, as if celebrating something.

Zhong Yuemin approached curiously and saw Li Weiguo and Chen Yuhong looking very happy. The table was piled with cigarettes, peanuts, melon seeds and candies. Zhong Yuemin asked Chen Zhiyuan next to him, "Old Four, what's going on?"

Chen Zhiyuan replied listlessly, "What else can I do? He was selected for the study abroad quota. He is the only one in our class two."

Zhong Yuemin understood immediately after hearing this. He looked at Chen Zhiyuan and found that his face was a little gloomy, obviously unhappy. Zhong Yuemin patted Chen Zhiyuan on the shoulder and said, "If you really want to go out, it will be your turn sooner or later. You are only a sophomore, why are you in such a hurry?"

Liu Minghua also echoed. "That's right, look at your grades, it's a fact that they are not as good as others."

When Chen Zhiyuan heard this, his face turned red with embarrassment. "Okay, okay, I got it, you two don't have to worry about it." Although he said this, the spirit of not admitting defeat had already quietly grown in his heart.

Zhong Yuemin looked at Chen Zhiyuan's somewhat embarrassed expression and couldn't help but feel a little emotional. He knew that Chen Zhiyuan had been working hard, but his results were always unsatisfactory. The issue of the overseas study quota was undoubtedly a blow to Chen Zhiyuan.

He wanted to comfort Chen Zhiyuan, but he didn't know what to say. After all, everyone has his own way to go, and some things can't be forced. He returned to his seat silently, feeling a little heavy in his heart.

In the noisy class, Li Weiguo returned to his seat exhausted. He sat in the back row for boys, which was his little world.

Zhong Yuemin looked at him, his mouth corners raised, with a hint of teasing smile, and said teasingly, "Haha, Comrade Li, you fought all the way from the great capital to the enemy's rear of MDGZY. Your courage and boldness are really admirable! However, you have to lurk in the enemy camp for 18 years, so be careful not to be corrupted by sugar-coated bullets."

Li Weiguo was no less talkative, and said confidently, "Haha, Comrade Zhong, you underestimate me. I have been educated in the red field. Mr. xxx said that MDGZY is a paper tiger. I have prepared a box of matches, and I will use these red matches to ignite the entire MLJ and let the red revolutionary flame burn even more vigorously!"

Lin Shufang covered her mouth and chuckled, and warned, "Be careful, the fire is too strong, it will burn your hair!" Haha...

At this time, it is still a great honor to be able to study abroad. Studying abroad, a brilliant turning point in life?

Studying abroad is undoubtedly a rare opportunity in the vast journey of life. It means broadening your horizons, getting in touch with different cultures, and embarking on a turning point that changes your destiny. It gives us a new perspective to look at the world and allows us to paint more brilliant colors on the canvas of life.

However, studying abroad is not suitable for everyone, nor is it smooth sailing. Someone once said that you will regret going abroad for the rest of your life, and you will regret not going abroad for the rest of your life. This is true. There are various challenges and difficulties hidden behind studying abroad. The differences between Chinese and foreign cultures, language barriers, and inconveniences in life are all problems that international students must face. For some people, studying abroad may not be as beautiful as imagined, but a painful struggle.

But please remember, there is no absolute success or failure in life, only constant exploration and growth. The experience of studying abroad, whether good or bad, is a precious treasure in our life journey. It teaches us independence, tenacity, and how to face the challenges of life. When we stand at the crossroads of life and look back on those days in a foreign country, perhaps we will smile and say: That was the bravest and most fearless choice in my life.

Studying abroad may be a brilliant turning point in life, or a painful struggle, but in any case, it is an indispensable chapter in our life journey. It allows us to understand life more deeply and pursue our dreams more firmly. On the road of studying abroad, we may be confused and tired, but as long as we have a dream in our hearts, there is a way under our feet.

In this classroom full of books and youthful atmosphere, Chen Zhiyuan was immersed in his own little world, writing something in the sand. His pen tip jumped on the paper, as if he was weaving one story after another. This scene was seen by Zhong Yuemin who was standing by.

"Old Four, what are you writing? Why do you want to be a writer?" Zhong Yuemin asked in a low voice with a hint of joking. In fact, this was just a joke between friends, and he didn't really think that Chen Zhiyuan would go down the path of writing.

But Chen Zhiyuan's answer surprised Zhong Yuemin. "Yes," he answered decisively.

"Becoming famous and having a family, the bourgeois idea of ​​fame and fortune, is unacceptable! Don't forget our revolutionary original intention." Zhong Yuemin didn't control his mouth and spoke without thinking. This is a habit he has become accustomed to, and he can't change it.

Chen Zhiyuan was also used to Zhong Yuemin's nonsense, and replied with a sigh, "It's impossible to think about it! You don't know! In fact, I want to go abroad, and writing these is really useless."

After hearing this, Zhong Yuemin began to comfort her again. "Don't worry, you still have to have dreams, just in case they come true!"

Chen Zhiyuan answered seriously, "When I was a child, the teacher asked us about our ideals. I said that when I grow up, I want to be a novelist and write many books..."

Zhong Yuemin opened his eyes wide, nodded subconsciously and said, "Then keep working hard, isn't it just to be a writer?

Chen Zhiyuan shook his head. "No, you don't understand. Writing can only be a hobby. I want to go abroad, I want to change places, I want to see a wider world."

Zhong Yuemin saw that the teacher had noticed this and could no longer speak. He wrote a small note: "Do what you want to do and live the life you want to live."

This is everyone’s wish, but how many people can actually do it?