Buck, who was waiting to read gossip, finally sat at Zhou Shanfu's desk, one old and one young man across the wide table.

Perhaps it is not as generous and trendy as Mou Chenfei's office, nor as luxurious as Mou Tianbo, but it is much more grand than Zhou Xiaoli's. The main reason is that the furniture is old and there are more information and documents piled up everywhere, which highlights the characteristics of Mr. Zhou's technical leadership, and a major general's uniform is hung on a clothes hanger.

Zhou Shanfu started with this military uniform: "I also started with a health soldier who didn't know anything. At that time, there were a lot of overseas Chinese doctors returning from the field hospital, and many of the children from Nanyang sent back..."

Buck didn't listen seriously, and sat in the front chair with his legs crossed his legs and flipped through the latest documents on stress disorder. There were all Chinese and English, but most of the English people made translation notes. It seems that Lao Zhou really doesn't understand English, and he can't be more demanding about the generals who rose to that era.

Zhou Shanfu knocked on the table: "I will tell you the importance of the whole story. Can you be more serious?"

Buck really is not pretending to be airs: "It has nothing to do with me, just talk about field first aid kits. I believe that the General Secretary's scientific research department warehouse has a variety of first aid kits from all over the world, right? But what is the most suitable for actual combat, suitable for our country, and whether there are smoke bombs from hostile forces, you must be careful of them, right? You just lack someone who really understands actual combat and will not make bad things, right? OK, I am willing to do these, but I don't want military ranks or positions, and I pretend that I don't know what you want these things, so I'm obliged to help? I'm very busy..."

If only the doctor of the ** state, Zhou Shanfu might have gotten angry. He is really close to him now: "What are you busy with? When will you and Xiaoli get married?"

Buck complained: "What did you think your Zhou family have done? Xiaoli is very good, but I think she also has mental trauma. She is very vigilant about emotions. It's okay if you can't touch flowers and plants, you can't drive, you can't enjoy a wealthy life, and you can still live a leisurely life? Do you have to struggle in life and have goals? You can't just eat and wait for death?" He was just so frustrated.

Zhou Shanfu sat at the table with a solemn expression: "You have so many opinions about her? Then why are you still with her?" It seems that this guy is really protective and his compensatory mentality for that granddaughter is too serious.

Buck shrugged indifferently: "I like her, can't I have any opinions? My willingness to follow her does not mean that I fully agree with her values. What I mean is that I have the confidence to slowly change her, but to understand the reasons why she formed these stubborn concepts, the basic elements of eliminating psychological barriers must be understood, right?"

Zhou Shanfu looked at the young man: "Are you planning to develop in the field of psychology?"

Buck was funny: "I am a mentally ill myself, my girlfriend has a psychological disorder. I can't treat myself by myself? My current major is decoration design, well, although I am still an apprentice."

Zhou Shanfu no longer crossed the industry and was attracted because he seemed to understand that this was a futile act: "Why? Give me a reason. If you returned to China before because you had no way to get in touch with military doctors, and now you can make a big move in this field, why do you still have to tinker with that decoration design? Do you think there will be a future?"

Buck also sat down a little and put away the literature on his knees: "Does it have a future? Do you have a goal and a direction of development? Can you help others within your ability, give back to society, assist the country, be a free and easy person, enjoy life, and enjoy your hobbies?"

After all, Zhou Shanfu is a big shot, and even more so he is here: "Just just returned from the battlefield, climbing out of a sea of ​​corpses and blood. It is normal to have such an urgent and peaceful idea of ​​living, but you also understand that this is probably just your temporary idea. People live in this society, and they have to follow the rules of this society. No matter how obsessed with military medical research, I cannot escape the influence of the family environment. This society is not something you want. Even if you have this ability, your family and lover can't give up, right?"

Speaking of such an expert, Buck felt that it was better to communicate: "You said it is not unreasonable, so I chose a hobby like decoration design. Do what I like to do, and maybe I can do this to support my family, and I will be content."

Zhou Shanfu is indeed much kind and thoughtfully: "You are good at military doctors. I can provide such a platform and bring Xiaoli home. Why can't everyone be happy?"

Buck shook his head: "I am very tired of the high-intensity homework that pulls the tendons and veins in the bloody and bloody blur, and I don't want to continue to bear the feeling of sending away lives indifferently. I want to be more normal and feel the beautiful things. Guoan has also talked to me. I hope I will return to the battlefield and I rejected it for the same reason. I don't want to do those assassinations, explosions, snipers and other jobs. If I am still working for something like you, I will not be able to leave that kind of life. You don't want your granddaughter to find a boyfriend to work abroad for many years, right?"

Zhou Shanfu was moved by this reason and sighed: "You can see that you have your own thinking pattern and you can see things after life and death very clearly. I agree with this very much. I think Xiaoli can live a happy life, which is also a little compensation for me as my grandfather."

Buck smiled: "She is very good, positive and optimistic, a little stubborn, and has a kind of... I can't say it. The trait that attracts me is her passion and yearning for life, which I originally lack."

Zhou Shanfu laughed first, satisfied, and then suddenly changed his expression: "You won't just use her to treat your psychological trauma, right?"

Buck actually nodded: "Maybe there is this ingredient, so I am very careful and try not to hurt her. I don't know what will happen in the future. I don't know if my favor for her now comes from the natural secretion of dopamine, or the yearning for the clean and simple life of her. Feelings are a very complicated thing? You can't completely tell whether you are purely compensatory to the mother and daughter now, or your kindness as an elder, or you need relatives entirely because of your own loneliness? Right?"

Zhou Shanfu looked at Buck in a daze, as if he was distinguishing the authenticity in the eyes of young people, and seemed to convey the sincerity of his mentality. He slowly loosened his shoulders sitting on the chair and relaxed. The unique weakness of the old man inevitably appeared in body language. After a while, he spoke: "Zhou Yuanhai, treason four years ago... His mother became ill in love, and it was hard to believe emotionally. With hypertension and heart disease, she has been away for three years. How much psychological tolerance do you think I still have?"

Everyone has illnesses!
Chapter completed!