Chapter 493 Zhanbo's Troubles

Hearing this, Zhan Bo's head was full of black lines: "Do you think I am someone who can sing?"

"Too."

Zhao Wuliang also took out a hamburger and took a bite, chewing off a third of the entire hamburger.

Zhan Bo only took one look at the way he was devouring his food and knew that he probably wouldn't be able to lose weight anymore.

"Don't just eat. I haven't answered the question I just asked you."

"What's the problem?"

Zhao Wuliang paused and then reacted: "Oh, ask me about my dream, right?"

He counted on his fingers: "Earn money, buy a house, pick up girls, have children."

"No more?"

"No more."

"that's all?"

"that's all."

Zhan Bo frowned, with a look of disappointment on his face: "Are your dreams too superficial? Don't you have any greater dreams?"

"Greater dreams..."

Zhao Wuliang thought for a while, with a smile on his fat face: "When I was a child, I thought about the dream of a toad eating swan meat and a loser counterattacking to get the daughter of an international bank. Is this a great dream?"

"Get out!"

After hearing the words "International Bank's daughter", Zhan Bo glared at Zhao Wuliang fiercely, but his character was too soft and his eyes were too innocent. Even if he pretended to be fierce, he looked like a newborn kitten grinning.

Zhao Wuliang was startled by Zhan Bo's overreaction. He glanced at Zhan Bo and said, "Why are you reacting like this?"

"I, I didn't."

Even if Zhan Bo and Zhao Wuliang have a good relationship now, Wan Yu's identity cannot be revealed to him.

Zhanbo explained nervously, "I just want to ask you, do you have a dream that is more ambitious, more passionate, and worth fighting for a lifetime?"

"ah?"

Zhao Wuliang looked at Zhan Bo as if he was examining a mentally retarded person: "I'm tired of working all day and night to make money, and you want me to continue to fight for my great dream for the rest of my life?"

"But, but..."

Zhan Bo originally wanted to say, "There should be more important things to do in life than making money," but he remembered that Zhao Wuliang had grown up with his grandmother, and he couldn't stand up and speak without pain in his back.

Zhao Wuliang vaguely guessed what Zhan Bo was worried about recently, and he took a sip of the ice coke in his hand: "So you have been thinking about this useless thing recently?

"I don't quite understand why you are so obsessed with your dream all of a sudden."

Zhan Bo lowered his head and asked dejectedly: "Zhao Wuliang, what do you think the meaning of life is?"

"What's the point of life...not as good as ordering French fries."

While Zhao Wuliang was thinking, he took out the fries from his takeout bag and handed them to Zhan Bo.

Zhan Bo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm asking you this very seriously."

"I am answering you very seriously." Zhao Wuliang shrugged, "Anyway, I don't know what the meaning of life is. It's just that everyone is doing their best to live a better life. I'm embarrassed to rush to death. ”

Zhanbo didn't know what to say for a while.

It's not like he hasn't talked about topics like this with everyone in the apartment, but although everyone is laughing and joking all day long, everyone in the apartment is a group of complete idealists.

Even Zi Qiao, who seems to be just muddle along and have nothing to do, has his own set of weird views and dreams that are evil but logical and self-consistent.

Except for myself and Wanyu, everyone seems to have what they want to do and a strong spiritual core.

As for Zhao Wuliang's pure realism, it is simply because "everyone is doing their best to live a better life, I am too embarrassed to rush to die." This is the first time Zhan Bo has heard this idea.

"Zhao Wuliang, actually... I have a friend who has encountered some troubles recently."

"Oh."

Zhao Wuliang was so excited by Zhan Bole that he almost spat out all the food in his mouth: "Is the friend you are talking about yourself?"

Zhan Bo, who was exposed, blushed and said sternly: "No, he is really a friend of mine."

"Then what's his name, how old he is, and where he lives?"

"Chu Nanfeng, twenty-two years old, lives in a love apartment with us... Why are you asking these questions?"

Feeling guilty, Zhanbo subconsciously used Nanfeng as a shield.

Zhao Wuliang now doesn't believe Zhan Bo's lies anymore. There is no reason to ask questions for a friend and reveal the friend's identity as soon as he asks.

Besides, this excuse for having a friend should be said before asking the first question, instead of asking half of the question.

However, Zhao Wuliang was really curious about what troubles Zhan Bo encountered, so he could only pretend to be confused and said: "Then tell me what happened to your... friend?"

Zhan Bo hesitated slightly and briefly recounted what happened to him and Wanyu over the past year. Of course, he concealed Wanyu's true identity and only described her as a girl who pursues her dreams.

After Zhao Wuliang finished listening to Zhan Bo's narration, his original curiosity turned into boredom now.

"No more?"

"No more."

"that's all?"

"that's all."

Zhao Wuliang was speechless: "Zhan Bo, have you been worried about this kind of thing for so long?"

"It's not me, it's a friend of mine..."

"OK! OK!"

Zhao Wuliang was too lazy to continue arguing with Zhan Bo: "In this case, let's make two assumptions now. Assume that you are your friend, and Wanyu is the girl from the Qiao family that your friend likes."

Zhanbo was stunned when he heard this. He pointed at himself in surprise: "I am my friend?"

"Yes."

"Wanyu is the runaway girl that my friend likes?"

"That's right."

Zhanbo wanted to say that this was a circle back to the past, but he was worried that Zhao Wuliang would find out that the friend was himself, so he could only nod stupidly.

"So now you answer me, you have been worried about this kind of thing for so long?"

He continued to nod.

"Let me ask you again, the reason why you are trying so hard to find your dream is because you want to change yourself, or to keep up with Wanyu's pace?"

Zhanbo stuttered back: "Is there a difference between these two?"

"One is for yourself, the other is for others, do you think there is a difference?"

Zhanbo fell into silence.

After a long time, he whispered softly: "I think it might be because of Wanyu."

To be honest, Zhanbo didn't have much desire for his dream at the beginning.

When he returned to China a year ago, he only thought about taking root in this big city, working hard to build his own career, having a happy marriage, and having several lovely children.

Hey, thinking about it this way, his initial thoughts seemed to be no different from Zhao Wuliang's.

Then why did such a stable, happy, but slightly dull idea change?

Because of Wanyu, of course, only because of Wanyu.

In the past twenty years of his life, he has never met a girl as vivid, fresh, unique and bright as Wanyu.

She is like a free cloud and a wind that moves at will.

She is a combination of freedom, dreams, yearning, and firmness, which are all the beautiful qualities that she yearns for.

I want to go to her, hope to touch her, and even desire to be her.

However, there is always a thin veil between their relationship. They know each other well but are unwilling to pierce this veil.

I have been thinking about why he dared not express his feelings to Wanyu until a few days ago when Wanyu confessed to me that she might leave the apartment and find freedom.

Zhanbo realized that perhaps his subconscious mind had realized earlier than his mind that Wanyu would not stay in the Love Apartment forever.

He knew that he could not keep Wanyu because Wanyu was right.

Whether it was Nanfeng, the elder sister, Yumo sister, or Ziqiao, they were all telling him that Wanyu should choose what kind of life she wanted to live.

What about himself?

What kind of life should he live, and how should he become a better self.

Zhanbo wanted to catch up with Wanyu's pace. He vaguely realized that if he fell behind, it would be impossible for him and Wanyu to be together.

"Zhao Wuliang."

He looked at Zhao Wuliang with burning eyes and asked firmly: "What do you think about me leaving with Wanyu in half a year to pursue my dream?"

"Stupid!"

"Idiot!"

"Pighead!"

"Brain-dead!"

"Stupid!"

...

Zhao Wuliang cursed one after another, and he stopped until Zhanbo looked like a wilted eggplant.

He said angrily: "You are a genius, but where is your IQ? Where is your IQ? Didn't your second child take half of it?

"Do your family and friends know about this? Didn't they call you a stupid pig who lost his mind when he was in heat?"

"How can it be so exaggerated."

Zhanbo shrank his neck and muttered timidly: "Although I haven't told them yet, everyone except my sister supports me in pursuing my dream."

Huh?

He suddenly came to his senses. Shouldn't he be talking about a friend of his? How come he is really talking about himself now?

Zhao Wuliang became more and more angry when he heard Zhanbo's words. He looked at Zhanbo as if he was looking at a guy who had everything but didn't know how to cherish it.

"They support you because they love you and spoil you, so they allow you to be stupid and want you to grow up slowly.

"Do you think they really don't know whether you are pursuing your dream or pursuing a girl?"

As Zhanbo's mortal enemy and good friend, Zhao Wuliang speaks more directly than everyone in the apartment.

"And I don't think you need to pursue any dreams now. Isn't your dream now just to chase girls?"

Here it comes

The plot of Zhanbo and Wanyu... is particularly difficult to write, but it has to be written.

Gezi will try his best to give them a truly happy ending.