Reborn in 1993, Dark Sea

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Lunar New Year's Eve has arrived.

Family visits are allowed during the Lunar New Year holidays, which is a rare and special perk.

Lin Xuan'er arrived, carrying her guitar. An Xiaohai couldn't stop smiling whenever he saw Lin Xuan'er's smiling face.

"You want to sing for me again?"

"Mmm!" Lin Xuan'er nodded happily.

"What song will you sing this time? Will you sing our songs again?"

"I'm not singing this one. I learned a new song. Xiao Hai, can you guess what it is?"

"I don't know!" An Xiaohai shook his head. Actually, An Xiaohai had already guessed it. He deliberately said he didn't know, because every time he thought he had stumped Lin Xuan'er, that silly girl would be very happy.

"Haha, I knew you wouldn't guess! I'll sing it for you first, and then I'll tell you the song title."

"it is good."

"Then I'll sing, get ready!"

Lin Xuan'er quickly tuned the strings, and as the prelude began, the entire visiting room fell silent. An Xiaohai gritted his teeth, trying to maintain a smile, while tears streamed down his face inwardly.

I'd rather be trapped in your arms, trapped in your tenderness.

I don't want to be alone, lonely, and endlessly wandering.

Like a fish swimming in water, can your heart swim towards me...?

As expected, it was "The Fish That Swims All Day Long." Lin Xuan'er changed some of the lyrics, and although the lyrics became more straightforward and childish after his modification, every line touched An Xiaohai's heart.

Fish that swim all day long, fish, swimming non-stop.

The person who thinks of you all day long, my love never stops!

The ocean is vast, but there's no turning back.

As long as you always have me in your heart...

By the second chorus, Lin Xuan'er's vision was already blurred with tears, and her trembling fingers had already messed up the chords. Fortunately, An Xiaohai helped her catch up.

The two young people sang the song together, separated by iron bars and thick bulletproof glass.

"Being young... is really wonderful..."

The older prison guard patted Mo Qinglian on the shoulder, sighed, and turned to leave. It was unclear whether An Xiaohai and Lin Xuan'er's actions had touched something deep within him.

Mo Qinglian frowned. He had a good impression of Lin Xuan'er, who had her hair tied in a ponytail. She was clean, simple, and cheerful, like a gentle breeze in the middle of summer.

Such a girl is so infatuated with An Xiaohai, it's such a waste of talent! For some reason, Mo Qinglian couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

"Xiao Hai, you're bullying me again!" Lin Xuan'er pouted and complained. An Xiao Hai said he didn't know what songs she could sing, but he sang them better than her!

"What?!" An Xiaohai protested repeatedly, "I just know how to sing this song, and I guessed you would like it, so I learned it in advance. Is that not allowed?"

"Fine, you can have it!" Lin Xuan'er wrinkled her nose and said, "Xiao Hai, if only you could play the guitar, you could play the guitar and I could sing, that would be perfect!"

Lin Xuan'er learned guitar from An Xiaohai; An Xiaohai is the real master.

"This... I'm afraid it's a bit difficult!" An Xiaohai said, biting his lip.

While prisons encourage inmates' various interests and hobbies, the restrictions are also very strict. Any sharp or metallic objects must be handled with extreme caution.

Because the prisoner might use these items to hurt others or harm himself.

Guitars are among the most dangerous instruments. Their thin yet strong strings are a dangerous weapon that can injure both the user and others, and can also be used to break steel bars on iron bars.

So the prison authorities simply banned it, and An Xiaohai will probably have to wait until he gets out of the prison to pick up his guitar again.

The song took up most of the time, and An Xiaohai and Lin Xuan'er didn't even get to say a few words before Mo Qinglian urged them to leave.

This scene that took place in the prison visiting room that day remained in many people's memories for a very long time.

On the way back to his cell, An Xiaohai felt that Mo Qinglian's hostility towards him had intensified considerably, for no apparent reason!

An Xiaohai didn't think much of it.

In An Xiaohai's eyes, Mo Qinglian was like a machine, a machine that guarded the prison. As long as he didn't make things difficult for him, An Xiaohai wouldn't provoke him.

That's it.

During the Lunar New Year, prisons naturally hold some social events, and inmates are required to perform some programs on stage, but the format and content are relatively fixed.

They either recite poems of repentance or sing songs like "Tears Behind Bars".

The prisoners sang with great enthusiasm, including An Xiaohai; the prison guards listened calmly, but the prison leaders were quite excited, surrounding the visiting leaders and constantly praising them.

When the social gathering ended, everyone returned to their cells to rest, and the faint sound of sobbing continued throughout the night.

The eve of the Lunar New Year in 94 passed quietly in this atmosphere.

An Xiaohai called Pan Zhuangzhuang. The matter his mother had gotten into had neither progressed nor worsened; it was still in the midst of an endless investigation.

Hearing Pan Zhuangzhuang's explanation, An Xiaohai felt relieved that his mother had handled the situation reasonably well.

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Haizhou is the capital of Haidong Province. Although it is not a special economic zone like Shenhai City, it is still the capital of a province, and its economic strength should not be underestimated.

Tianhai Central Business District in Haizhou City is one of the three major business districts in the country in this era, and also the largest CBD in South China.

Although it was the Lunar New Year, the skyscrapers of the Tianhai Central Business District were still brightly lit. The saying "businessmen value profit over parting" seemed to be perfectly exemplified here.

Inside the tallest building in the central business district, a well-dressed middle-aged man stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of red wine, silently admiring the dazzling world before him.

The clicking sound of high heels came from behind, and the middle-aged man frowned slightly. He knew that footstep all too well; he knew immediately who it was.

"Don't you even get a break during the New Year?" the middle-aged man asked softly without turning around, as if talking to himself.

"Aren't you here too?" The newcomer's voice was languid and magnetic, with a hint of allure.

The man didn't say anything, but turned around and poured another glass of red wine, handing it to the woman who was already half-lying on the sofa.

The woman seemed to have a particular fondness for red; in addition to her red dress, her high heels were also red, paired with black sheer stockings and big, wavy hair, making her look incredibly alluring.

"What do you need me for?" the man asked, taking a sip of his drink and smacking his lips.

"There is something I need!" The woman swirled her wine glass, but didn't immediately touch the drink. "The Shatoujiao incident, you were the one who did it, weren't you?"

The man didn't speak, but his expression seemed to indicate that he agreed.

"I knew it was you!" The woman glared at the man. "I'm here today on behalf of my superiors to tell you: stop doing this. It's dangerous!"

The woman flicked her index finger and spoke slowly and deliberately, her bright red nail polish slicing through the air and creating a red light and shadow.

"I know it's dangerous, this is a one-time thing, and I won't let it happen again!"

"Don't do it again? Heh!"

The woman scoffed, "An Zhehao, you need to understand, since you chose to enter this industry, you should have severed all ties with worldly emotions long ago. Otherwise, you'll get everyone killed!"

As she spoke, the woman moved closer to Ahn Cheol-ho and gently tugged at his tie.

"I really don't understand, what's so good about a fisherwoman? That a man like you would do something against your principles for her."

Looking for a woman? Try me! My taste will leave you wanting more, and you'll never want to leave!

The woman spoke softly, her eyes sparkling with a captivating allure.

"Come on, my life is more important. You're a notorious femme fatale, how could I dare to try anything?!" An Zhehao said irritably, downing the glass of red wine in one gulp, and taking the opportunity to quietly break free from the woman's grasp.

"Hahaha! Even you, An Zhehao, have moments of fear, huh? Hahaha!..." the woman laughed loudly. "You've tried so many women, how can you consider your mission accomplished if you don't try this femme fatale like me?"

The woman didn't seem to care at all and continued flirting with An Zhehao.

"Alright, stop with the act. I'll explain this to them myself; you don't need to come here and put on a show. I want to ask you, was An Xiaohai's situation something you orchestrated?"

"An Zhehao! How come you've become so stupid the moment you get involved with those two? You've been around for over ten years, you're practically one of our veterans. Knowing us as you do, do you really think we'd do something so pointless?"

"Probably not, I hope not!" An Cheol-ho remained silent for a long time before finally shaking his head.

"Alright, business is done. Let's get back to personal matters. How about you give this femme fatale a try?"

"roll!"