Bu Chonghua was not in a hurry. He knew that he had pushed the other party to the point where he could not avoid it. If he avoided answering again, when Zhang Zhixing woke up, Bu Chonghua would mention it again, which would inevitably cause a very embarrassing or even embarrassing situation in front of the old man. Sure enough, after a long silence, the young man said slowly, "Officer Bu, I don't know exactly what you do.." "But if this comes out of my mouth and into your ears, don't mention it again in front of the teacher in the future. It just adds to the sadness." After a pause, he added, "Yes, they have a very good relationship, but it's a pity that they both died in a secret mission in Yunnan a year ago." Sacrifice. There was a place in the bottom of Bu Chonghua's heart that spasmed slightly in an instant, and he thought to himself: So this is how they explained the ending of this man, Xie Qianshan. It was both solemn and official- "sacrifice.". What about the living Wu? Could it be that sometimes, in his heart, he actually feels that he has "sacrificed"? "I'm sorry, I took the liberty." Bu Chonghua gently put the photo frame back on the tea table, stared at it for a moment, then suddenly looked up and asked,Calacatta Nano Glass, "Mr. Yan and this Mr. Xie must have a very good relationship." "Yes, we are bunk beds," the young man said flatly. Bu Chonghua nodded and said, "But I think you have a very ordinary relationship with your teacher's son." "Oh?"? Why do you say that? The young man rarely showed a little surprised expression. Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand and pointed to the mirror: "Because in this photo, your roommate and Zhang Boming are leaning towards each other, while your right hand is around your roommate's back and pressing his right upper arm, as if to pull him to the left. This action means to pull the other side closer to his own camp in psychology.". Forgive me for taking the liberty,Silver Travertine Slabs, is it possible that college boys are jealous of each other's friendship? “……” Bu Chonghua looked at his motionless eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Or did you subconsciously realize that Zhang Boming would be bad for your roommate from that year?" The air seemed to freeze, and the two of them sat opposite each other, with a hint of tension brewing around them. Excuse me. After a while, the young man finally opened his mouth and asked slowly, "I just remembered that I haven't asked for the name of the police officer yet." Bu Chonghua, the Chonghua of Yao, Shun, Yu and Tang. And you? "Yan Zheng." The young man looked at him coldly. "Good and evil are good." Meanwhile, downstairs at the hospital. Is Zhang Zhixing? The nurse on duty at the front desk checked the computer, "836 ward on the eighth floor, the elevator goes up and turns left to the end, and the last single suite is around the corner.". Come on, register the visitor's name information here. People were coming and going in the lobby of the inpatient building. Wu Jian stood in front of the window on duty. The tip of his pen hung in the air on the paper for a moment. He wrote down the three words "little flower", Marble Granite Price ,grey marble slab, filled in a mobile phone number casually, closed the registration form and returned it to the nurse. He turned around and went to the elevator. But at that moment, his eyes inadvertently swept over something and suddenly paused. The window glass reflected the blurred reflection of the crowd in the hall behind him, as if a figure had quickly disappeared into the crowd at the moment he turned around, but when he turned around, it was completely gone. ……” Wu Jian stopped, the corner of the eye to sweep around, only to see the crowd waiting in line to pay for medicine, there is nothing unusual. He frowned, put his hands in his trouser pockets close to the wall, and walked upstairs. The author has something to say: Chapter 75 [VIP] "Officer Bu is also a talented person who can interpret so many things from a photo." The young man, who claimed to be Yan Zheng, leaned back in his chair. This sitting posture made him look down from top to bottom, looking down at Bu Chonghua: "People like you are really talented when they are policemen. If they had entered the new media as KOL, they would have become millions of big V by now." Bu Chonghua clearly felt the undisguised sarcasm in the other side's words, but he was indifferent: "I'm flattered, but I'm not malicious, just curious." As he spoke, he raised his head and glanced in the direction of the hospital bed. "Fortunately, I met you, otherwise Professor Zhang would have woken up later.". ” Indeed, the old man in the hospital bed is no longer breathing as deep and long as before. According to sleep theory, he should have entered a light sleep state that is about to wake up. If he delays for a while, he may be able to hear their conversation. Yan Zheng took a deep breath. "Yes," he finally said, "I have a normal relationship with Zhang Boming." Bu Chonghua knew that this sentence was almost the meaning of "I really hate Zhang Boming." I am a realistic conservative. Zhang Boming is more metaphysical. We have different opinions on many things. But there is no contradiction between us, but my roommate prefers his kind of person: perfect, excellent, brilliant, with high moral requirements for himself and others, and highly idealized. Yan Zheng smiled in his nasal cavity, sounding a little complicated sarcasm and sadness: "If my roommate were still alive, he would choose to stay away from this kind of person now, but it's too late to say anything now." It was summer, but Bu Chonghua was sitting in the ward, but he seemed to be trapped in an ice cave, and a chill stronger than a chill climbed up the brain from every nerve. Bu Chonghua is the best person I have ever seen in my life and the most perfect idealist of my own. "Out of that door, the sun will still rise tomorrow, and you will still be the perfect, excellent, glorious and dazzling Buchonghua.." I should never have met you. He thought that those sour adjectives at least expressed Wu's affirmation of him, but that was not an affirmation at all. From the very beginning, it was an obscure refusal to be bitten by a snake for ten years! “…… When you, "Bu Chonghua forced himself to look straight at Yan Zheng,Slate Wall Panel, he heard his own voice and asked calmly," Didn't you 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 way to go and his own people to save." 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