Love Apartment: South Wind Passage.

Chapter 493 Zhanbo's Troubles

Zhan Bo was so upset when he heard this: "Do you think I am someone who can sing?"

"Too."

Zhao Wuliang also took out a burger and took a bite, finishing one third of the whole burger.

Zhan Bo only took one look at the way he wolfed down his food and knew that this guy probably couldn't lose weight.

"Don't just focus on eating. You haven't answered the question I just asked you."

"what is the problem?"

Zhao Wuliang paused, then reacted: "Oh, you're asking me about my dream, right?"

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

"Gone?"

"Gone."

"that's it?"

"that's it."

Zhanbo frowned, looking disappointed: "Isn't your dream too superficial? Don't you have any greater dreams?"

"Greater dreams..."

Zhao Wuliang thought about it, a smile on his fat face: "When I was a kid, I dreamed of being a toad eating swan meat, a loser who turned the tables and dated the daughter of an international banker. Is this dream great?"

"Fuck off!"

Hearing the words "daughter of an international bank", Zhan Bo glared at Zhao Wuliang fiercely, but his character was too soft and his eyes were too innocent, so even if he pretended to be fierce, he looked like a newborn kitten baring its teeth.

Zhao Wuliang was shocked by Zhanbo's overreaction. He glanced at Zhanbo and asked, "Why are you reacting so strongly?"

"I, I didn't."

Even though Zhanbo and Zhao Wuliang have a good relationship now, he absolutely cannot confess Wanyu's identity to him.

Zhanbo explained nervously, "I just want to ask you, do you have a bigger, more passionate dream that's worth fighting for your whole life?"

"what?"

Zhao Wuliang looked at Zhanbo as if he was examining a mentally retarded person: "I'm already exhausted from working all day to make money, and you still want me to fight for my great dream for the rest of my life?"

"But, but..."

Zhanbo originally wanted to say "There should be more important things in life than making money", but he remembered that Zhao Wuliang grew up relying on his grandmother, and he just couldn't bring himself to say such an easy remark.

Zhao Wuliang vaguely guessed what Zhanbo was worried about recently. He took a sip of the iced Coke in his hand and said, "So you have been thinking about this kind of useless things recently?

"I don't really understand why you are suddenly so obsessed with your dream."

Zhan Bo lowered his head and asked in a very listless tone: "Zhao Wuliang, what do you think is the meaning of life?"

"What's the meaning of life...would rather have some fries."

While thinking, Zhao Wuliang took out some French fries from his takeout bag and handed them to Zhan Bo.

Zhanbo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I am 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 am too embarrassed to rush to die."

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

It's not like he hasn't discussed topics like this with everyone in the apartment. Although everyone is laughing and joking all day long and not serious, everyone in the apartment is a group of true idealists.

Even Ziqiao, who seems to be living a day-to-day life and doing nothing, has his own set of weird yet logically self-consistent values ​​and dreams.

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

As for Zhao Wuliang's pure realism, it was the first time Zhan Bo had heard of his idea that "everyone is doing their best to live a better life, I would feel embarrassed to rush to die."

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

"Ah."

Zhao Wuliang was so enraged by Zhan Bole that he almost spit out all the food in his mouth: "The friend you are talking about, is it you?"

Zhan Bo, who was exposed, blushed and said stubbornly: "No, it's really a friend of mine."

"So what's his name, how old is he, and where does he live?"

"Chu Nanfeng, 22 years old, rents with us in the Love Apartment... Why are you asking these questions?"

Feeling guilty, Zhan Bo subconsciously used Nan Feng as a shield.

Zhao Wuliang no longer believed Zhanbo’s lies. How could he reveal his friend’s identity when asked questions for his friend?

Besides, this excuse of having a friend should be said before asking the first question, rather than halfway through the question.

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

Zhanbo hesitated for a moment, but still briefly recounted what had happened between him and Wanyu over the past year. Of course, he still concealed Wanyu's true identity, and only described her as a runaway girl pursuing her dreams.

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

"Gone?"

"Gone."

"that's it?"

"that's it."

Zhao Wuliang was speechless: "Zhanbo, have you been troubled by 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 Zhanbo: "In that case, let's make two assumptions now. Assume that you are your friend, and Wanyu is the runaway girl that your friend likes."

Zhan Bo was stunned when he heard this. He pointed at himself in astonishment and said, "I am that friend of mine?"

"Correct."

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

"Yes."

Zhan Bo really wanted to say that this was just the beginning of the story, but he was worried that if he said that, Zhao Wuliang would find out that the friend was him, so he could only nod stupidly.

"So answer me now, what has been bothering you for so long about this kind of thing?"

He continued to nod.

"Let me ask you again, are you working so hard to find your dream because you want to change yourself, or do you want to keep up with Wanyu's pace?"

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Zhanbo stammered, "Is there any difference between these two?"

"One is for oneself, the other is for others. Do you think there is a difference?"

Zhanbo fell silent.

After a long while, he murmured 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, all he wanted was to put down roots in this big city, build his own career, have a happy marriage, and have several lovely children.

Hmm, now that I think about it, my initial thoughts seem to be no different from Zhao Wuliang's.

So why did this stable, happy, yet slightly dull idea change?
Because of Wanyu, of course, just because of Wanyu.

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

She is like a free cloud and also like the wind that moves as it pleases.

She is freedom, dreams, yearning and determination, a combination of all the good qualities that one desires.

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

However, there is always a thin veil between them. They both know it but are unwilling to break it.

He had been wondering why he didn't dare to express his feelings to Wanyu until a few days ago when Wanyu confessed to him that she might leave the apartment and seek freedom.

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

He knew he couldn't keep Wanyu because Wanyu was right.

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

What about yourself?

What kind of life should he live and how should he become a better person?

Zhanbo wanted to catch up with Wanyu. He vaguely realized that if he fell behind, there would be no chance for him and Wanyu to be together.

"Zhao Wuliang."

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

"madness!"

"idiot!"

"Pig head!"

"moron!"

"Stupid!"

……

Zhao Wuliang kept cursing, one sentence after another, until Zhan Bo looked like a wilted eggplant, and then he stopped.

He said angrily, "You are a genius, but where is your IQ? Where did your IQ go? Did the 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 because of hornyness?"

"It's not that exaggerated."

Zhanbo shrank his neck and muttered timidly: "Although I haven't told them yet, but except for my sister, everyone 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 now really talking about himself?
Zhao Wuliang became more and more angry when he heard Zhan Bo's words. He looked at Zhan Bo 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 much more directly than everyone else in the apartment.

"And I don't think you need to pursue any dreams right now. Your dream right now is just to chase girls."

　I'm coming

　　The plot between Zhanbo and Wanyu...is particularly difficult to write, but I have to write it.

　　The pigeons will try their best to give them a really good ending.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)