The Road to Slaying God

Seeing Liu Biao hugging the old man, Zhang Yang couldn't help but hug the two of them after closing the doors and windows of the guard room. The struggling old man seemed to understand what must have happened and stopped struggling, because he saw that Zhang Yang Also shed two lines of tears.

After these days of escaping, Zhang Yang discovered how happy it was to be able to see the old man every day and listen to the old man talk. Many things can only be known to be precious when they are lost.

Zhang Yang and Liu Biao need someone to vent their anger and comfort. Undoubtedly, the old man is the best person for them to vent their anger to now.

If Liu Biao's crying may be a prank, then Zhang Yang's tears must mean something important has happened.

"It's okay, it's okay, just come back." The old man gently patted their shoulders to comfort them.

Finally, Zhang Yang and Liu Biao let go of the old man, looked at each other, their faces suddenly turned red, and they wiped away their tears in embarrassment.

"I want to know what happened?" The old man was also an old man, so he naturally thought that something big might have happened. Besides, Zhang Yang, Liu Biao and the others had not been seen for a long time.

Zhang Yang and Liu Biao looked at each other.

"It's okay, it's okay. I just missed you a little. By the way, have you settled the professor's wife?" Zhang Yang asked, changing the subject.

"Hey, it's done, it's done. We are going to get the marriage certificate after the Chinese New Year. However, the wedding may have to wait for a while. After all, my husband just died..."

Speaking of this topic, the old man suddenly became excited. It seemed that his second spring had brought life to this dead tree. Liu Biao kept looking at the old man's skinny body, imagining in his mind when the old man was doing piston movements. What kind of plot is it...

"Uncle Wang is really getting stronger with age!" Liu Biao gave a thumbs up and laughed.

"Of course, I think back when I was in Vietnam, I was single-handed with one hundred and seventy rounds of ammunition..." The old man was frothing as he spoke.

"Ahem... I mean, old man, last time it was said to be 210 rounds of ammunition, why did it change to 170 rounds this time?" Liu Biao interrupted the old man's doubts.

"You're a kid who doesn't learn well all day long. Do I have it? Did I say it's 210 bullets? Even if I have it...it doesn't really matter. The battlefield is changing rapidly. It's normal for there to be more bullets and less bullets...then At that time, I was hiding in the cat's ear hole, and there was a python. Do you know the python? It is almost as thick as your thighs. That thing is really a good thing. It can repel mosquitoes and mice in the summer, and can also be used as an air conditioner to cool down. In the winter, it is like a cat. With a gentle look, he fell asleep without moving. Hey... That python spent the whole summer with me in Maoerdong. Unfortunately, the Viet Cong destroyed our supply line for a while. I was so hungry that I had no choice but to eat. Already..."

Zhang Yang and Liu Biao stared blankly at the old man's bragging, even though they both knew it was all false. The experiences the old man mentioned were at least what dozens of Vietnam War soldiers had experienced, and they were all put on his head.

This time, neither Zhang Yang nor Liu Biao interrupted the old man and listened quietly, only occasionally wiping the spit that the old man sprayed on their faces.

"Hey... your life will be easier now. At that time, eating was a problem. Once our troops seized a batch of grain and the soldiers had a full meal. As a result, three people died that night..."

"Last time, it was said that five people were supported to death. Why are there two people missing?"

"Go away... I must say less, who wants his comrades to die... By the way, are you hungry?" the old man said as he took out the black plastic bag from the drawer.

"Hungry... no no... I'm not hungry..."

"We just ate. If you're not hungry, you can keep some for yourself..."

As soon as Zhang Yang heard that he was hungry, he immediately discovered that they had forgotten to eat breakfast. Although they had a midnight snack last night, they only had a full stomach of beer. However, when they saw the black plastic bag that the old man took out, , immediately said that he was not hungry anymore, and they all recognized it. It was the one they threw on the ground last time, because there was a red plastic bag inside the black plastic bag, and there was a hole in the black plastic bag. All the evidence was It shows that the old man picked up the bread they threw on the ground...

"Are you really not hungry?"

"Not hungry!" Zhang Yang and Liu Biao affirmed in unison.

"Hey, it looks like it will be wasted. If you don't eat it, the shelf life will probably expire..." The old man looked regretful. He put the bread to his nose and smelled it, then carefully wrapped it and put it in the drawer.

"..."

Zhang Yang and Liu Biao looked at each other and couldn't help but wipe the sweat from their foreheads at the same time.

However, the cold sweat was a cold sweat, and the two of them actually had a warm feeling.

"Uncle Wang, let me ask you something, have you seen Xiao Yiran?" Zhang Yang finally asked his question. Looking at Uncle Wang's thoughtful expression, Zhang Yang's heart jumped to his throat.

"Xiao Yiran... I remember that I saw her yesterday. She seemed not to come to school anymore. I saw that she had moved all the quilts and daily necessities away. At that time, there were several female classmates sending her away. I don't know where she went specifically. Ask, do you have anything to do with her?"

"Um!"

Hearing that Xiao Yiran showed up yesterday, Zhang Yang breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Uncle Wang, does he know where Xiao Yiran lives?"

"I know."

Before the old man could answer, Liu Biao answered immediately. Only then did Zhang Yang realize that he had asked a stupid question. Since Liu Biao admired Xiao Yuanxing and followed Xiao Yuanxing, he naturally knew where Xiao Yuanxing lived.

"Uncle Wang, let's go. If it's convenient for Uncle Wang in my dormitory, please help me clean it up. In addition, don't tell others that we have been here." Zhang Yang said with a serious face.

"Don't worry, but didn't you meet someone familiar just now?"

"When we met, hehe, he didn't recognize us." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"That's true. If it weren't for me, it would be difficult for ordinary people to recognize you now."

The old man looked Zhang Yang and Liu Biao up and down. Compared with when they were in school, the two of them looked less like students. In their crisp suits, white shirts, and somewhat serious expressions, they looked more like successful social youths. The most important thing is that the hairstyles of Zhang Yang and Liu Biao have changed. It is indeed difficult for people who are not very familiar with them to recognize them.

In this school, most of the people who are familiar with the two are senior students, and most of the senior students have gone out to find jobs. Those who stay in school are either taking postgraduate entrance examinations or falling in love. Who will notice them...

"By the way, you don't want a diploma. I talked to the dean last time about you two. There are a lot of things that need to be dealt with. Otherwise, you won't even be able to get your diploma. Don't ask my old man to find a relationship again..."

"Haha, I don't want this school's broken diploma. Uncle Wang, we may have to go out for a long time. We will miss you. When you get married, if possible, we will rush back." Zhang Yang suddenly felt that he His nose was a little sore. He never thought that one day he would feel reluctant to leave the old man.

"Uh-huh... come on out... you leave. Not many people in this school are willing to listen to my bragging from the old man. Today's children, hey... are becoming more and more rude..." The old man waved his hand and turned around and lay down on the chair. went up and closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to talk to Zhang Yang and Liu Biao anymore.

"Old man, let's go!"

"Uncle Wang, let's go!'

The old man just nodded and still didn't open his eyes... When Zhang Yang and Liu Biao turned around and went out, the old man immediately stood up and looked at the two people who were getting into the taxi from the window. He touched his nose and felt sore. Poor child , dressed so smartly, and afraid of being recognized by others, I guess I am pretending to be a duck, but I heard that this career is quite promising...

Zhang Yang naturally didn't expect that the old man actually suspected that they were playing ducks. Otherwise, he would have been so angry that he would have vomited blood and died.

"Going to Xiao Yiran's house now?" Liu Biao asked after getting in the car.

"Yeah." Zhang Yang nodded affirmatively.

Golden Akatsuki Island!

This is a high-end villa group, built by the Chuanzi River in City C, with birds singing, flowers fragrant, and green grass. The people who can live here are either rich or noble. When they see the river in front of the villa group, Zhang Yang and Liu Biao couldn't help but look at each other again. It didn't take long, as if hundreds of years had passed, that night, the two of them escaped from this river. The desilting work of the river had not been completely completed, and the smell was extremely...

"Will the people who buy Maiti leave people here?" Liu Biao asked worriedly after getting out of the taxi.

"No, since Maimaiti didn't kill Xiao Yiran, then he won't monitor her, because Xiao Yuanxing is already dead, and a girl wouldn't take it seriously to a person like Maimaiti. If you look too closely, it will make Brother Qi and the old man laugh. What’s more, Maimaiti doesn’t know anything about my relationship with Xiao Yiran. Even if he knows a little, he thinks he’s just a classmate..."

"Are you related?" Liu Biao looked at Zhang Yang with wide eyes. Zhang Yang's words just now revealed a very important information.

"Ahem...that...that..."

"Tell me, don't tell me the top ten torture waiters in the Qing Dynasty!"

(To be continued)