Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 75

"Being able to decipher so many things from one photo, Police Officer Bu is considered a talent." The young man who called himself Yan Zheng leaned back in his chair. This sitting position allowed him to look down from top to bottom, looking down at Bu Zhong. Hua: "It's really unworthy of a person like you to be a police officer. If you had entered the new media as a influencer, you would have become a millionaire by now."

Bu Zhonghua clearly felt the unabashed ridicule in the other party's words, but he was indifferent: "Thank you, but I have no malice, I am just curious."

As he spoke, he raised his head and glanced in the direction of the hospital bed: "Thankfully I met you, otherwise Professor Zhang would have woken up later."

Indeed, the old man's breathing in the hospital bed is no longer as deep and long as before. According to sleep theory, he should have entered a state of light sleep about to wake up. If he delays for a while, he might be able to hear their conversation. .

Yan Zheng took a deep breath.

"Yes," he finally said, "my relationship with Zhang Boming is relatively average."

Bu Zhonghua knew that this sentence almost meant "I really hate Zhang Boming".

"I am a realistic conservative, and Zhang Boming is more metaphysical. We have different opinions on many things. But there is no conflict between us. It's just that my roommate prefers his kind of person: perfect, excellent, dazzling, and good at himself and others. They all have extremely high moral requirements and are highly idealistic."

Yan Zheng smiled in his nasal cavity, sounding a bit mixed with ridicule and sadness: "If my roommate was still alive, he would definitely choose to stay away from this kind of person now, but now it's too late to say anything."

It was clearly the height of summer, but Bu Zhonghua was sitting in the ward, but he felt like he was trapped in an ice cave. A stronger chill than the previous one climbed up from every nerve to his brain.

"Bu Chonghua is the best person I have ever met in my life and the most perfect idealist in myself..."

"Out of that door, the sun will rise tomorrow, and you will still be the perfect, outstanding, glorious Bu Zhonghua... I should never have met you in the first place."

He thought that those sour adjectives at least expressed Wu Yu's affirmation of him, but who knew that it was not affirmation at all. From the beginning, it was a vague rejection of being bitten by a snake and afraid of well ropes for ten years!

"...Then back then," Bu Zhonghua forced himself to look directly at Yan Zheng, and he heard his own voice ask calmly: "Back then, you didn't try to stop your roommate from dropping out of school and going with Zhang Boming?"

"I tried." Yan Zheng said lightly, "But he has his own path to take, and he also has people he wants to save."

Is there someone he wants to save?

Yan Zheng stood up, nodded to Bu Chonghua, and gave the eviction order in a calm tone: "Officer Bu, we will stop here today. The teacher has not recovered yet. It would be better for you to visit another day. I won't send him off."

Countless thoughts flashed through Bu Zhonghua's mind at the same time, but the man named Yan had already pulled away and opened the door to the ward, his eyes clear and tough and he could not refuse. Bu Zhonghua slowly stood up from the sofa, paused for half a second, and then said: "But I..."

Creaking, creaking--

Yan Zheng, Bu Zhonghua and both turned around at the same time, only to see the hospital bed making a slight swaying sound. The old man unconsciously raised the hand hanging the infusion bag, and then slowly opened his eyes.