Swallowing the Seas

Wu Yu couldn't speak, his lips trembled slightly, and he forced a laugh after a long while: "...I fell asleep, so I didn't hear you."

This reason was so clumsy that he couldn't make it up, Bu Chonghua's hand on his side didn't relax at all: "Are you avoiding me?"

"Why should I hide from you?"

"Then why don't you go home?"

The two of them stood and sat, Wu Yu was almost completely shrouded in the shadow by Bu Chonghua's lean and powerful aura, Bie Kai said vaguely, "I... I'll come back and get some change of clothes."

It's so strange that when faced with the drug dealers who attacked the village, the roaring military vehicles, the hail of bullets wrapped in flames, and even the rows of bombed-out stumps, he was only resentful and did not flinch, just like the root called fear. His nerves have long been completely suppressed by the powerful calmness.

But now facing Bu Chonghua's calm questioning, he couldn't help but feel a little timid from the bottom of his heart, as if he packed up his bags and ran away from home and was caught on the spot... a little daughter-in-law.

Bu Chonghua pulled his chin back a little: "Now that it's over, it's time to go back with me?"

Wu Yu was not very confident, "Didn't you go to dinner tonight?"

Bu Chonghua said coldly: "I heard from Liao Gang that you were ill, so you put down your chopsticks and came here immediately. Otherwise, do you still have the heart to sit there and eat?"

"..." There was only one thought in Wu Yu's mind, Liao Gang, why are you talking nonsense all day long?

"Cough, cough cough! Well," Wu Yu pretended not to hear the word "sick," and glanced at the watch on his wrist from the corner of his eyes, "Look at what time it is now, go back to the evening rush hour, stop It’s at least nine o’clock when I get back to your house, what’s there to eat after packing up and it’s almost ten o’clock? Just eat here.”

Bu Chonghua stared at his evasive black eyes: "You do it for me?"

Wu Yu was discouraged and said, "I'll do it for you."

"Oh? Didn't you shut me out just now?"

"...Didn't I just fall asleep and didn't hear?"

Bu Chonghua smiled indifferently, then slowly let go of his hand and stood up, the lingering strong sense of oppression finally dissipated bit by bit.

Wu Yu felt a sense of incompatibility when he saw the prince coming to Cinderella's small woodshed. He stood up and loosened his shoulders, trying to dispel this weird feeling, and asked pretending not to care, "What do you want to eat?"

Bu Chonghua asked back, "What do you eat?"

Wu Yu usually ordered takeaways nearby when he came home at night, and they were basically stir-fried or vegetarian dumplings for 20 yuan and [-] yuan, and he didn't care about gutter oil and Sudan red.But the prince Bu Chonghua... this health-preserving faction will definitely not be able to accept it, maybe how long he will criticize him with his thermos, maybe after he goes back, he will be forced to eat brown rice and boiled pumpkin, causing thousands of tons of waste oil. Make up for the damage.

Wu Yu was already very familiar with Bu Chonghua's usual eating methods, so he went to the refrigerator to search, found some potatoes, half a dozen eggs, and a small handful of dried noodles. ?"

Bu Chonghua leaned against the door of the bedroom with his arms folded, watching him busy, and said calmly, "Eat."

"Then I'll get you chopped green onion noodles." Wu Yu broke the jar and said, "I don't have any meat at home, so I'll just eat it."

Wu Yu was wearing a cotton white T-shirt and jeans wholesaled from his street stall, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, stepping on flip-flops, and chopping potato shreds with a sharp knife.When his brows and eyes are lowered, the eyelashes are sparse and clear, the bridge of his nose seems to be able to reflect a gleam, and a strand of hair on his forehead shakes slightly with his movements; the wide hem of his T-shirt is partially tucked into the waistband of his trousers, which outlines a thin and thin body. waist hip.

Bu Chonghua looked at his back, a little dazed.

Maybe it's because the furnishings in the house are too outdated, and even the air is yellowish with age. The clang of knives and chopping boards evokes his childhood memories of his home—the husband who came home from work, the one who cut vegetables and cooked. The wife, the child who sits at the dining table with his legs crossed and does his homework; the parents talking and laughing amidst the fireworks, and the husband and wife are coquettish, like a picture frame that will never fade into the soul forever, which fundamentally determines his understanding of the word "living life" The warmest imaginable.

Bu Chonghua walked into the kitchen without a sound, and stood behind Wu Yu, just like countless ordinary couples in the world being intimate, he raised his hand by accident, intending to rest his palm on Wu Yu's back shoulder.

But at this moment, Wu Yu took a knife and dipped the shredded potatoes into cold water. The roots were as thin as hair, and they seemed to be translucent in the light of the water. Then he turned around to get two more potatoes. , almost brushed Bu Chonghua's lips, and subconsciously leaned back: "Hiss! What are you doing here?"

Bu Chonghua seemed to wake up from a dream, and he came back to his senses, "...you are good at knife skills."

"Go, go, don't stay here, it's crowded." Wu Yu's ears felt a little hot, and he waved him away: "Go and watch your TV."

Bu Chonghua exited the kitchen as if lost, with nothing else to do, he walked around the room with his hands in his trouser pockets.

He heard Wu Yu say that the house was broken before, so he wondered if the "relevant department" refused to give preferential treatment after seeing that the second-level hero model had not been evaluated during the resettlement, or bullied Wu Yu who was out of touch with society and calculated that he should deserved treatment.But it wasn't until he drove the car all the way into this old and dilapidated community that he realized that this worry was completely unnecessary-there was no other reason, this is a superb school district, and the best elementary school and junior high school in Jinhai City are less than 500 meters away. rice.

Although there is no full property right, and the property in the community is useless, it will definitely not be comfortable to live in, but if Wu Yu is willing to settle down in Jinhai and work hard, the education of the next generation will be solved without spending a penny. The person in charge of the arrangement is indeed Plan far-reaching.

But even so, the environment of this room is really simple and old. The light yellow dado paint has been peeled off, and the paint on the old wooden floor is also peeled off here and there. Some furniture looks like the 90s of the last century. I don't know if it was bought from the second-hand market.The only thing that is relatively new is the TV, placed in the bedroom opposite the bed, it should be the only entertainment for Wu Yu to spend the long night.

Bu Chonghua sat on the wooden single bed, looked at the messy white pillows and bedding, took a while to look away, and suddenly caught a glimpse of something, his gaze was fixed.

He saw a fresh scratch on the dark red floor paint under his feet, extending towards the bottom of the bed, with reddish traces.

"..."

Bu Chonghua leaned over to stare at the trace, and suddenly remembered that when he was knocking on the door outside, he vaguely heard a stabbing sound inside, like the screeching sound of heavy metal scraping the ground—but because the door was separated, the sound It was too vague, as light as an illusion, and it didn't attract his attention at the time.

What is it?

Bu Chonghua glanced out of the bedroom. He couldn't see the kitchen from this angle. He only heard Wu Yu heat up the oil, stir-fry the chili peppers, and put down the pot full of shredded potatoes with a sizzling sound. The smell of oily smoke filled the room.

He lowered his head and glanced under the bed, the corners of his brows twitched slightly.

There is a safe deep under the bed.

A hundred-dollar bill fell silently in the dark.

At that moment, countless guesses crowded Bu Chonghua's brain, how could the money fall in this position?what's in the safeWhy did Wu Yu rush to push it back under the bed and hide it?

There was a thin layer of dust on the floor under the bed, but the banknotes were clean, indicating that they had not been on the ground for long.Wu Yu is very careful about money, and he is not someone who can't find a 100 yuan bill for a few days.Combined with the rapid sound of metal rubbing in the room and the direction of the scratch marks on the ground, a vague guess was about to come out of Bu Chonghua's mind - when he knocked on the door, Wu Yu was sitting on the ground counting money.

Something seems to have touched the sensitive nerves of the front-line criminal investigation for more than ten years.

The safe door did not fit perfectly with the metal box, and there was an extremely small angle slightly opened due to the lack of a lock. I don't know if it was because he didn't have time in haste, or because Wu Yu's sudden visit caused too much psychological shock to Wu Yu.Bu Chonghua's movements stopped in the air, and he kept going up and down for several minutes. He finally knelt on the ground holding his breath, stretched out his hand, and the door of the box opened silently, revealing several people inside. Brown brown kraft paper bag.

Thick, brick-like, and solid to the touch.

Bu Chonghua is so experienced, he knows it is a banknote without opening it!

"Come out to eat!"

Bu Chonghua's heart trembled, he immediately stood up and said loudly, "Here we come!"

Bu Chonghua walked out of the bedroom quickly, with no abnormal expression on his face. There was already a plate of hot and sour potato shreds and two bowls of egg noodles with scallion oil on the table. Wu Yu was pulling out a chair and sitting down, mixing the noodles casually with chopsticks Mix: "Just one dish, let's eat it. I'll treat you to a good meal tomorrow."

But in fact, this mere dish is also delicious. After all, Wu Yu cooks with fast fire, heavy oil, fried in soy sauce, and good knife skills. The potatoes are distinct, thin and continuous, and the entrance is indescribably crisp.Perhaps because of Bu Chonghua’s northern taste, he made scallion oil eggs into stewed noodles, stir-fried the oil with peppercorns and picked them out one by one, and slowly boiled the oil to give out the scallion aroma, then added light soy sauce, Dark soy sauce, sugar, salt, and eggs are fried together to form a marinade, and finally the surface is smooth and shiny, and the aroma is enough to make people feel guilty.

Bu Chonghua didn't look up and ate half a bowl, knowing in his heart that another three days of fitness achievements had been wasted, "Your craftsmanship is really good, and you can bring lunch to people in the detachment to earn extra money in the future."

Wu Yu laughed: "The one named Song didn't beat me out of the Public Security Bureau."

When he mentioned money, he didn't show any superfluous performance, at least he didn't give in to Chonghua to see it.

So what happened to the cash under his bed?

Bu Chonghua didn't know how much drug funds, gambling funds, and illegal fund-raising funds were seized. One year when he cooperated with the Discipline Inspection Commission to handle the case, he even saw as much cash as a double-door refrigerator, and he knew the volume and weight of the banknotes.If the paper bags in Wu Yu's safe were filled with hundred-yuan bills, the amount should be around 40 yuan, at most no more than 35, and at least no less than [-].

In other words, it can't be that he has nothing to do and raised all his salary to lock it under the bed. His salary is not so much, where did the money come from?

Bu Chonghua's face sank like water, but Song Bureau's deep voice suddenly sounded deep in his consciousness. It was what he told Xu Zuxin privately after interrogating Nian Daxing:

"This Wu Yu, during the incubation period, there are many problems that cannot be explained..."

"I can't eat any more," Wu Yu put down his chopsticks and stood up, only to see that there were two small mouthfuls of noodles left in the bowl, and Bu Chonghua suddenly came to his senses: "That's all you eat?"

"Cai Lin ate several salted egg yolk rice dumplings for me at noon. His mother made them, and they kept me strong."

"Okay," Bu Chonghua pulled his remaining scallion oil egg noodles into his own bowl, acting naturally like a couple in the family: "Then give it to me, don't waste food."

Wu Yu: "..."

In the blink of an eye, Wu Yu's heart skipped a beat, remembering what Cai Lin had said in the office before: "What, can I eat the half moon cake left by Xiaogui? Of course not! Men can only eat their mothers and wives in this life." Leftovers!"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Wu Yu almost choked on his own saliva, and hurriedly looked away: "I...I'm going to wash the dishes."

After Bu Chonghua finished eating in three mouthfuls, he got up and held him down: "Let me do it."

"Sit down, I don't have a dishwasher at home..."

Bu Chonghua's expression remained unchanged as he pinched a yellow, unidentified object that looked like wet garbage: "Isn't there a loofah vine?"

Wu Yu said weakly: "Do you want to stop thinking about it?"

"What are you thinking about? My dad washed the dishes at home when I was a child." Bu Chonghua smiled lightly, and said, "There was no dishwasher at that time. Aren't they all loofah vines."

Bu Chonghua thought that today was a family dinner to celebrate his birthday, so he was dressed more formally than usual, with a straight and well-fitting shirt, dark gray suit pants, and a watch that he didn't usually wear.He was washing the dishes intently under the running water, with the tight and smooth muscle lines on his shoulders and back looming with his movements, he was very handsome, tall and...weird, like a prince who suddenly came to Cinderella's house from the palace to wash the dishes.

But Wu Yu knew that Bu Chonghua didn't regard himself as a prince, he just regarded himself as the master of the family...

"Let's sleep here tonight."

"what?"

Bu Chonghua put down the last bowl: "Ah, what time is it, why bother to drive back?"

What was Wu Yu's first reaction, you are close to 1.9 meters tall, you fucking have the heart to squeeze the wooden single bed that creaks when you turn over with me? !

"Just wash up and go to bed. You're still at work tomorrow." Bu Chonghua wiped his hands under the stares of his subordinates trying to hide their horror, and said calmly, "I'm going to take a shower first."

Wu Yu opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound. He watched Bu Chonghua step forward with his two muscular long legs, and walked straight into the narrow room as if his son-in-law had returned home for a night. bathroom and closed the door.

After a while, the sound of rushing hot water came from inside.

... No, Wu Yu thought to himself, I can't share a small bed with this guy, the bed board will collapse in the middle of the night!

Wu Yu immediately rushed into the bedroom, cleared the messy bed, pulled out a mat and spread it on the floor, used a few clothes as a pillow when he was tired, and took out a thin blanket from the closet as a quilt.After doing all this, he wanted to lock the safe that he hadn't locked in a hurry before. He was half kneeling on the ground, but he was taken aback suddenly, and saw a pink banknote falling under the bed.

It should have slid out on the ground in a hurry, the location is very hidden, it is difficult to find it without leaning over and deliberately looking under the bed.

Did Bu Chonghua find out?

It shouldn't be, after all, normal people don't look under other people's beds all day long.

Wu Yu had been an undercover agent for so many years, no matter how shocking and dangerous the scene was, he was never as flustered as he was when he heard Bu Chonghua knock on the door today.He half-kneeled on the ground, gritted his teeth, and slapped himself lightly. After collecting the banknotes, he took out the safe, put it in the deepest part of the closet, and pulled a few old clothes to cover it tightly.

At this moment, the water in the bathroom stopped, and the door opened with a call, only to hear Bu Chonghua's lazy voice: "Do you have underwear?"

When Wu Yu turned his head, Bu Chonghua was looking at him with a bath towel wrapped around his waist, with one hand propped on the door frame.

The elite boss usually wears clothes that don't show it. Only now can he see that he is really broad-shouldered, long-legged, and muscular. There are a few faint scars left by old injuries on his chest, and his stagnant masculinity is extremely obvious.

Without saying a word, Wu Yu found a pair of clean underwear from the closet and threw them over.

Bu Chonghua frowned and said, "It's a little small."

"I'm sorry, give me a squeeze." Wu Yu said sincerely, "Believe in yourself, it will do."

...it works...

Bu Chonghua raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Yu for a few seconds, then hummed softly in his nasal cavity, "Okay, remember this sentence." He turned around and walked back to the bathroom as he untied the towel.