MTL - The Road to Slaying God-~ 515 His Name Is Wang Hao
"Who?"
The door was opened. It was a little woman with a little fluffy hair. The woman was young, but her dark face left traces of years. The young couple were doing mobile business on the street and selling watermelon in the summer. Selling dry goods in winter.
The woman seemed to have forgotten the young man in front of her. Although the two had met in the first year of renting a house, it was already four years ago, and Zhang Yang was no longer in his freshman years.
"It's me, Sister Zou, I'm Zhang Yang." Zhang Yang smiled politely.
"Zhang ... Zhang Yang ... come on, come in and sit ..."
The woman was stunned first, and Zhang Yang was a little uneasy. Zhang Yang walked into the small living room and saw the male host ** who was sitting on the floor under the coffee table and eating noodles. .
"Husband, Jean, this is Xiao Zhang."
"Xiao Zhang?" The man looked confused.
"Our landlord," the woman blamed.
"Ah ... Xiao Zhang, hello, hello, what kind of wind brought you here ..." The male master quickly stood up, and looked for Zhang Yang with a enthusiasm, shaking hands, but Zhang Yang also saw the male master and the female The owner's eyes had a restless look.
"Sit."
The hostess greeted Zhang Yang and sat down, pouring a glass of boiling water for Zhang Yang.
"Thank you," Zhang Yang nodded. "It's like this ..."
"Xiao Zhang, you also know that I will also do a small business. Over the years, we have never owed you a penny of rent, and every month it hits your card on time. You see, you Look ... "The hostess was stuttering, and seemed to have difficulty speaking.
"Oh, sister Zou rest assured, I did not increase the rent." Zhang Yang laughed.
"Oh……"
Both the hostess and the male owner were relieved. They were both worried that Zhang Yang was going to increase the rent. It should be known that Zhang Yang's house was still the rental price four years ago. Four years later, the rent had almost doubled.
However, the two were relieved and looked at Zhang Yang with a tense expression.
"Xiao Zhang, do you want to take back the house?"
The young couple looked at Zhang Yang nervously. You should know that although the young couple was doing business, they could barely feed their families. The house of Zhang Yang had a good location, cheap price, and comfortable living. If Zhang Yang took back the house, they would even add one. You can't rent a better house than this price.
"Oh, no, this house, you can live as long as you like. If my mother is willing to sell, you can buy it at the price we originally bought."
"Really ?!"
The young couple were surprised. You know, Zhang Yang bought this house early, and now the price has more than doubled. If Zhang Yang really wants to sell it at the original price, even if he sells the iron, he has to buy it. This opportunity is impossible. !!
"Oh, but I have to get my mother's consent." Zhang Yang nodded affirmatively. He had already bought a few properties for his parents in city C. It does n’t matter if this small house is not worried, parents are afraid of this house. If you have any special feelings, you can't bear to sell. If you really want to sell, Zhang Yang is willing to sell to this hard-working poor couple.
"Then ... when did you ask your mother, we have been in this city for some years, and we haven't had our own house yet ..." The male owner was a little incoherent and was able to own a house of his own. A Chinese dream.
"Okay, rest assured, most of my mom will sell. We haven't lived in this house, and it doesn't make much sense."
"Then ... that I really want to thank you ..." The hostess rubbed her hands and said, "Xiao Zhang, have you had breakfast, these days the national inspection, we have nothing to do at home, so why not have a meal here?" . "
"Thank you, no need, I'll leave with a little something."
"Take something?" The male host doubted.
"Well, I have a child's belongings in the safe in this room, and I want to take them away."
"The safe?"
The couple looked at each other. They lived in this room for more than four years, but they did not find a safe in this room ...
"Liu, please help me, it's in your bedroom."
"Ah ... well ..."
...
The three walked to the bedroom. Zhang Yang and the host moved the old-style closet against the wall. Sure enough, they saw a small inlaid safe on the wall.
Zhang Yang took out the key and opened the safe. Inside the safe were mostly Zhang Yang's family register and deeds.
Seeing a red package, Zhang Yang's heart suddenly jumped.
Although Zhang Yang already knew his own life, there was still an irresistible urge to see his childhood objects.
Zhang Yang shivered and opened the red bag. Sure enough, there was a white cotton cloth towel inside. This was a baby cloth.
Spreading out, Zhang Yang immediately saw Zhang Xiaohe's face. It was a little monk's pattern. The little monk looked like an old man, and people couldn't help but want to laugh.
Little Monk Genetic Institute!
Zhang Yang saw a row of small red letters ...
There was a moment of silence and a daze, and all the truth was made public, and this was quite strong evidence.
Now, he is the Chinese with the most pedigree and pure descendants of China, and is the only one.
Zhang Yang couldn't help but have a bitter smile on his lips. Strictly speaking, he was just a failed experiment. He had no parents and no childhood ...
...
"Aren't you taking it?"
Seeing Zhang Yang put something back in, the male owner couldn't help asking.
"I just look." Zhang Yang sighed.
"Oh……"
...
Zhang Yang was a bit stubborn. He didn't know how to leave that small house. Knowing one thing and the feeling of seeing one thing were completely different.
On this day, Zhang Yang turned off his mobile phone. A man walked quietly through the streets and alleys of city C. The poetry wall park, Quyuan Park, the largest freshwater lake in the mainland, which left Guinness, left him alone Figure.
On this day, he also returned to his hometown and stayed on the chaotic hillside for a while. Here, during his happy youth, he watched other people fishing in front of the old house, watching people working in the fields, watching Cats, dogs, ducks and ducks in the countryside play with each other.
On this day, he visited teachers in elementary schools, teachers in middle schools, teachers in universities ...
On this day, he didn't eat, walking through the streets, filling the hunger with roasted sweet potatoes, fried squid, and stinky tofu.
On this day, he was doing nothing. Everywhere he went, he only stayed briefly. His eyes were empty, like a walking dead ...
Zhang Yang has been thinking, thinking about his behavior.
He has superhuman abilities, but is bound by morals, laws, and some intangible power. Among them, there is family, friendship, and love ...
But selfishness is always holding on to his heart like a devil.
Selfishness is motivation!
Human beings develop in their lust, whether it is wealth status, or the country, or even the development of science and technology, there is a shadow of "selfishness" playing a role in it.
However, selfishness is always only part of the driving force, and the development of humanity is more due to dedication. With the dedication of our parents and the dedication of our martyrs, we can watch TV at home and enjoy strong coffee ...
What is the meaning of life?
Zhang Yang has never thought of such a profound question. His goal in college was to find a good unit and then wait for death, but now he has to think about it. The more capable the person is, the greater the responsibility, not only It's just a movie line, but it has to be considered.
How happy is life, and how afraid is death!
Since it can't be avoided, what about the vigorous dedication?
"Well ..."
Zhang Yang, standing on the banks of the Huangshui River, made a loud scream, and there were huge waves in the river, and the sky was turbulent, as if a tornado was suddenly blowing ...
Zhang Yang has been avoiding and waiting, he is waiting for a proper time, he is waiting for the completion of his "Fairy Road", but now he cannot wait, whether for dedication or selfishness.
From the moment the prices of steel and rare metals rose, Zhang Yang felt an inexplicable pressure. This pressure had become heavier and heavier enough to crush his shoulders.
The technology of alien civilization cannot be counteracted by the earth. From the performance of Jin Jiahan in different space, it is obviously impossible for him to support the earth for years ...
Flicking her hair slightly, Zhang Yang was surprised to find that her hair had actually grown under the neck.
There was a bitter smile on Zhang Yang's face. Unconsciously, he was actually affected by Wang Hao's elegant and domineering hair ...
With a slight sigh, Zhang Yang opened the phone.
"Didi!"
"Didi!"
"Didi ..."
...
Less than a minute after opening the phone, I actually received dozens of messages, all of which were Liu Biao and Xiao Lizi's messages.
Zhang Yang didn't answer the phone and dialed an inexplicable number with more than 20 digits.
"Boss, you finally called the monk." The phone reminded of the monk's desperate voice, and Zhang Yang almost imagined that the monk was now violently throbbing, presumably holding two huge kitchen knives in a mess. Right!
"What are you doing?"
"Woohoo ... until now, at least dozens of people have asked me for your news." The young monk was depressed.
"those people?"
"Liu Biao them, as well as Nana, Wang Yan, General, Xuelian ..."
"Oh, okay, what about Jin Jia Han?"
"You don't call them?"
"No need, tell me."
"..." The little monk was silent for a while.
"Don't force me." Zhang Yang's voice became cold, and the air seemed to freeze.
"What are you looking for?"
"The moth flutters the fire."
"The moth blazes ..."
"Yes, my husband has something to do and something to do. If I do n’t go, I will live in pain in my life. I never thought I would be a hero, but I do n’t want to regret it. Tell me all my life! "Zhang Yang's short hair inexplicably fluttered in the wind, and he remembered the long-haired middle-aged man with a flamboyant hair. His name was Wang Hao.
(To be continued)
