The Road to Slaying God

Along the way, Liu An kept telling Zhang Yang what to do, and Zhang Yang could only keep nodding in agreement.

It was just a pain for the taxi driver. He had already heard the clues and could only hold back his laughter. In order to control the muscles on his face, his whole body twitched. Looking at Zhang Yang, he felt like his muscles were tense. He really I really want to make the driver laugh, don’t hold it back and break your body...

Finally, the taxi stopped in a very old neighborhood.

This community seems to be the community of a certain work unit. It is estimated that after the disintegration of the work unit, the community has become a bit commercialized. The utility rooms below the community are all shops, teahouses and the like. However, the trees in the community are particularly lush and green, and the birds The children are flying around very elegantly. If there were no shops, teahouses and night market stalls mixed in, the environment would definitely be first-class.

"Xiao Liu, you're back."

"Xiao Liu, is he your boyfriend?"

"Oh, Xiaoliu is back..."

"Uh-huh."

"Hello, auntie."

"Hello, old man...'

"yes……"

…

After entering the community, the seventh and eighth aunts all greeted Liu An. They looked at Zhang Yang with extremely sharp eyes, as if they were all peerless masters. Zhang Yang felt as if he had been stripped naked.

Obviously, Liu An grew up here, and almost everyone knew her.

Liu An didn't seem to want to get involved with these gossipy neighbors. She pulled Zhang Yang who was carrying large and small bags and hurriedly walked into the community. Along the way, a few stumbling old ladies tried to catch up. Seeing that their speed was too fast. I almost gave up, seeing sweat dripping from Zhang Yang's forehead, ***, what kind of community is this...

There are more than a dozen old seven-story brick-concrete houses in the community. Liu An's home is in the second to last building. Soon, the two of them got rid of a group of old ladies who were trying to catch up and went upstairs.

"Zhang Yang, remember my words, you are a rich man!" Walking to the corridor, Liu An seemed a little nervous, patted his plump chest, and repeatedly told Zhang Yang.

"Yeah, I remember, I'm a rich man, there's no need to pretend, I'm a billionaire."

"Can you be more serious?" Liu An rolled her eyes at Zhang Yang. The sultry look in her eyes made Zhang Yang's heart skip a beat and his heart beat wildly.

Sometimes, Zhang Yang admires himself. He obviously has so many confidantes and is an out-and-out pervert. However, he still wears the hat of a virgin after so long. It seems that he has to find an opportunity to take it off. Drop this hat.

In fact, Zhang Yang is very contradictory. Whenever the night is quiet, he will think of all the women he likes at all costs. However, when it comes to face to face, he retreats. In fact, Zhang Yang even doubts whether he has any psychology. obstacle.

responsibility!

Maybe it’s because of responsibility!

I have psychologically gotten rid of the constraints of the law. When will I be able to get rid of the constraints of morality?

Looking at Liu An's graceful body going upstairs, Zhang Yang sighed deeply.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

…

The two of them stood in front of a rusty security door. There was no electric bell, so they could only knock on the door. They only knocked slightly, and the rust powder on it fell off, and the door did not open for a long time.

"Your mother isn't home?" Zhang Yang felt happy, it would be best if Liu An's parents weren't here.

"Shh!" Liu An covered the cat's eye with her hand and gently placed it next to Zhang Yang's ear and said, "My mother is peeking inside the cat's eye."

"..." Zhang Yang was stunned.

"Coming!"

Sure enough, the door opened suddenly, and a woman in her forties, slightly plump and neatly groomed opened the door.

"Mom, I've been knocking for a long time." Liu An called out in a charming voice.

"Hello, aunt." Zhang Yang greeted quickly.

"Well, come in." Liu An's mother glanced at Zhang Yang and opened the door a little reservedly, but did not take the gift in Zhang Yang's hand.

When I walked into the room, I realized that the world inside the door was completely different from the door. It looked like a dilapidated old house from the outside, but the inside of the room had a different flavor.

The living room is small and the furniture is old, but it looks extremely clean and the old-fashioned paint is shiny.

The cushions on the wooden sofa have been washed white.

Exquisite.

clean.

The first impression given to Zhang Yang is that it is exquisite and clean. This is a family that is not rich but is very particular.

It’s no wonder that Liu An’s elegant temperament was cultivated. Obviously, it has a lot to do with such a family. A fastidious and clean family can easily cultivate children with good temperament.

Many times, poverty is not important, what is important is being particular. When it comes to being particular, this is a very profound knowledge.

For example, for the same ordinary side dish, a fastidious poor family will make very exquisite dishes. For example, the workmanship and the size of the dishes will be much more careful. This does not require extra money. Most families are rough in these aspects due to economic reasons. In fact, this is related to the cultivation of the quality of future generations.

In fact, this is just like the food in a hotel. The price of the same dish is much higher in the hotel. This is not only a matter of grade, but also about the details. Big hotels are very meticulous in making some ordinary dishes and they are delicious. At the same time, we strive to be pleasing to the eye, and the price is naturally much higher.

Entering the living room, Zhang Yang stupidly held the gift in his hand and didn't know what to do. He felt that all his limbs were redundant.

Fortunately, Liu An took the gift from Zhang Yang and placed it on an old-fashioned food cabinet.

Liu An's parents were at home. Liu An's father came out of the kitchen to say hello and then went into the kitchen to get busy. The kitchen was filled with aroma. Apparently, Liu's father was preparing lunch for lunch. Liu An was also arranged by Liu's mother to help in the kitchen. It was obvious that Liu Ma did this on purpose.

"Drink tea."

Mother Liu put a cup of hot tea on the coffee table with a lukewarm expression.

"Thank you, Auntie." Zhang Yang stood up quickly. Although he was making a guest appearance, politeness was still necessary. Besides, his relationship with Liu An was not bad.

"Sit down, what's your surname?" Liu Ma sat down on a single wooden sofa and tasted the tea in her hand. Liu Ma's cup was very special. It was a dark purple clay cup with a broken handle. I could only hold the bottom with my hands. Judging from Liu Ma's careful look, she must cherish this purple clay cup.

"My surname is Zhang, and my name is Yang. Just call me Xiao Zhang." Zhang Yang replied quickly. For some reason, Zhang Yang felt nervous when facing this very ordinary woman.

"Zhang Yang, what a good name. From the accent, you are not a local. Where are you from?"

"City C." Zhang Yang felt like he was being interrogated, but fortunately, he was not tortured.

"City C?" Liu Ma frowned. Obviously, he was a little dissatisfied with Zhang Yang's household registration.

There was silence for a while, Zhang Yang had nothing to say, and Liu Ma seemed to be thinking about something.

"Do you like my Liu An?" Liu's mother suddenly asked.

"Ah...hi...like..."

"What do you like about her?" Liu An was once again dissatisfied with Zhang Yang's hesitant answer, and her voice became much louder.

"Young, beautiful, kind-hearted..."

"If she is no longer young, no longer beautiful, and no longer kind-hearted, will you stop liking her?"

"..." Zhang Yang opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

"Mom, what are you asking..."

Liu An walked out of the kitchen, sat on the armrest of Liu Ma's wooden sofa, hugged Liu Ma and acted coquettishly. Obviously, although she was in the kitchen, her ears were always outside.

"Okay, Mom, don't ask." Liu's mother, who had a cold face at first, pinched Liu An's nose dotingly, the affection between mother and son was beyond words.

"That's right. I finally found the time to come here. You can't talk about other things while you're asking me questions. You know, Zhang Yang has studied calligraphy, tea ceremony, and marketing."

"Tea ceremony?" Liu Ma's eyes lit up and she looked at Zhang Yang.

"... I just know one thing. Auntie should have picked this tea by herself. Although it is not a famous tea, she is very particular about selecting leaves. The tea leaves are all three-pointed and the length is almost the same. However, the timing of picking is wrong. If it were picked earlier, Zhou, this tea is of the highest quality..."

"Sure enough, there is still some quality. This tea is wild tea picked during the Qingming tomb sweeping. It has been a few days past the bud stage and the tea leaves are a bit old. Although it is good, because my tea-frying skills are limited, it is a waste of natural resources. What a joke... "

"Auntie, you're being humble. It's pretty good to be able to perform at this level as an amateur." Zhang Yang immediately climbed up the pole and flattered him.

"Haha, by the way, Liu An bought those gifts?" Liu Ma asked suddenly, changing the subject.

"Um……"

Zhang Yang nodded and immediately realized something was wrong, because he had already discussed it with Liu An and bought these gifts. Now, they are all wrapped up...

"Mom, he is very busy. He asked me to buy it. Are you finished?" Liu An said angrily.

"Silly girl, your elbows are turned outward before you get married. Go and help dad. Mom hasn't eaten your cooking for a long time." Liu Ma laughed and scolded.

"Well, Mom, please don't make things difficult for me." Liu An shook her mother's arm and acted coquettishly.

"Yeah, let's go, I'll chat with him about tea and the tea headquarters!" Liu Ma gently patted the back of Liu An's white hand.

"Then I'll go, Zhang Yang, my mother is a master of tea ceremony, you two can learn from each other."

Liu An stood up, winked at Zhang Yang, and hinted to Zhang Yang not to talk nonsense and just talk about tea. Zhang Yang nodded repeatedly.

"Zhang Yang, tell me, can this tea be eaten as food?" Liu Ma asked after seeing Liu An enter the kitchen.

"Well... you can't. Drinking tea is just a kind of fun and a spiritual enjoyment."

"Yes, that's very true. To put it bluntly, drinking tea is just a set of theoretical knowledge that a group of idle people have figured out when they are bored. When there is no food to eat or clothes to wear, who cares about what tea to drink? When you are thirsty, you have saliva. Drinking wine is good, so no matter how thorough you study the tea ceremony, it cannot replace bread..."

"..." Zhang Yang was speechless again. Zhang Yang couldn't help but admire Liu Ma's clever words. A person who likes tea came up with such a theory. He is really not an ordinary philistine. It seems that today's test is just the beginning. ,There is a long way to go……

"Can you support my family, Liu An?" Liu's mother got to the point.

"There should be no problem..."

"I heard from Liu An that you have a private car?"

"Well, something happened to the driver last night. He was injured, so he didn't drive. I don't have a driver's license, so I took a taxi here."

"What kind of car is it?" Liu Ma frowned.

"BMW."

"What model?" Liu Ma's eyes already had a hint of anger.

"L series BMW." Zhang Yang knew that Liu Ma didn't believe it, so he could only say it bravely. This was agreed upon with Liu An. However, Liu An didn't let him say BMW, but just asked him to say a mid-range car casually.

"How much?"

"...I...I don't know..." Zhang Yang was stunned and suddenly got stuck.

"You don't know the price of your car?" Liu Ma's anger turned into sarcasm.

"It was given to me by a friend..." Zhang Yang had a very uncomfortable feeling. He obviously had money, but he still had to pretend to have money. It was clear that what he said was true, but others just didn't believe it. This was a kind of spiritual feeling. torture.

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(To be continued)