The Road to Slaying God

Zhang Yang pushed Wang Yan into the passenger seat, sat in the cab, and slowly started the car. Inside the car, silence fell again.

Wang Yan still didn't cry after all. She just looked out the window stubbornly and stirred the corners of her clothes vigorously with both hands. The mink coat she was wearing was also wrinkled by her.

It was quiet early in the morning in winter. Zhang Yang didn't know what kind of road it was. After he started to get off the highway, it became more and more desolate. In the distance, there were huge bare hills, and a road was winding inside. When passing a hill, Zhang Yang discovered that this was not a hill at all, but a sand dune. This highway had already passed through the desert. No wonder it gave people a desolate and quiet feeling... Slowly, the Ferrari stopped at the On the side of the road, the view here is wide, and you can see the faint rolling sand dunes in the darkness.

"Tell me! Why are you unhappy?"

Zhang Yang parked the car, opened the door and got out, and walked to the passenger side. There was a hint of chill in the desert in the early morning, and Zhang Yang didn't want Wang Yan to get out of the car.

Wang Yan didn't make a sound. She opened the door and got out of the car gently. She leaned on the hood and looked at the rolling hills in the distance. Under the dim moonlight, she looked like a holy goddess statue, full of sacredness. Brilliance.

There was a very long silence, which was not broken until Wang Yan had a cold war.

"We sat in the car, it was a bit cold."

"Zhang Yang, why did you do that in the club today? I know that Mr. Zhou is not a good person, but he is still aboveboard. Have you ever thought that I would be embarrassed?" Wang Yan did not move, and her voice sounded like nothing. An animal with no emotions at all, everything was fine at the beginning of today's game, but later on, it was out of her control, and Zhang Yang crushed Mr. Zhou's palm.

"No."

Zhang Yang was silent for a long time and then uttered two words.

There was another long silence, and Wang Yan's eyes were always fixed on Zhang Yang's face. This face made her unforgettable.

Finally, Zhang Yang spoke again.

"Wang Yan, I am a child born in a peasant family. I am selfish and self-interested. In my heart, I hate and even hate those arrogant and domineering young men who honor their parents. I am jealous that they were born better than me. I am jealous that they are rich. , I am jealous that they can change to different women and luxury cars every day, I am jealous of everything they have..."

"When I was very young, I determined to become a useful person. I studied hard and spent all my spare time studying. I studied calligraphy, tea ceremony, and all the things popular in the upper class. Why? The purpose is to prepare for one day to enter the upper class... However, I failed, I failed completely, I failed to arrange my life path. I applied for the most famous university in China, and my grades were far away. The admission score was much higher than the admission score there, but I didn’t get in. An alumnus whose total score was 70 points lower than mine went, but I got into a low-ranking university..."

"Zhang Yang..." Wang Yan trembled and gently held Zhang Yang's hand. She felt Zhang Yang's emotions and wanted to stop him from talking.

Zhang Yang gently pulled Wang Yan closer to him and let Wang Yan's body rest on his chest. He didn't stop. He also needed someone to talk to. The depression over the past few years had made him about to collapse.

"I understand that I failed. No matter how hard I try in that low-ranking university, I can't really get ahead. No matter how excellent my grades are, it's all in vain. If I follow my design and I have carefully calculated it, I will need a long three years. It takes ten years to achieve my goal, and it must be smooth sailing. By then, I will be old, and my goals and ideals will disappear with my age..."

"So, I fell. In fact, I am not an art major. I don't like painting. However, in order to be free and less constrained, I chose this subject where I can often find excuses to go out. I gave up all my hobbies. , I no longer write, I no longer play Go, I no longer study tea ceremony, and I no longer care about luxury car magazines. As for the real upper-class life, it is always just a fantasy in my mind. I know that in the world I know most of the famous wines and many famous works of art in the world. Unfortunately, I have never drank a good bottle of good wine or seen a real art treasure. I have always lived in an illusory world. I have fallen. I I read novels, play games all day long, and stay in the dormitory all day long to peep. I use boring things to kill my boring time and boring youth. I think that my whole life will go on like this..."

"Zhang Yang!" Wang Yan turned around, hugged Zhang Yang's waist with one hand, and gently stroked Zhang Yang's indifferent face with the other hand. For the first time, she truly understood this man who often showed lewd expressions. For the first time, she realized how painful and helpless this man was inside, which shocked Wang Yan.

"After I met you, I really understood the life of the upper class. I realized that it doesn't matter to a rich person that a store loses tens of millions a year. The value of one person's clothes is worth less than that of many ordinary families. After hundreds of years, I still know that works of art worth millions can be placed on the ground or hung on the wall. I am a failure. My mood is getting lower and lower. I dare not face you. I am jealous, jealous. It's like poison corroding my heart and every blood vessel. I chose to leave you. I don't want to hurt you, because I know that you are innocent, and behind your unruly and willful name is beauty and kindness."

Zhang Yang felt Wang Yan's body trembling, gently patted Wang Yan's shoulder and sighed.

"When I was about to graduate, something changed by chance. I began to try to use my changes to fulfill my dreams. However, I still failed. No matter what level of society I wanted to enter, I wanted to enter the upper echelons of that society. It’s not easy, even in the underworld. As a result, I was hunted down, thousands of miles away, I struggled on the line of death, I was like a headless fly scurrying around, I kept getting stronger, But I found that my strength is like an ant in the eyes of some people. My strength is a joke in the eyes of many people. Whether it is Maimaiti or the general, they can kill me easily. I don't I know why, but I can't die every time. It's only now that I know that there are people who don't want me to die..." Zhang Yang's voice was a little hoarse and heavy. A man cannot control his own life and needs charity from others. , this is a kind of sadness.

"I have a certain ability, and my thoughts began to go to extremes. I tried to trample all the opponents I could trample under my feet. My vanity grew crazily. I met Maimaiti in the cave. , our hatred is slowly dissolving. I know that this all stems from the beautiful and kind-hearted Xuelian. Maimaiti dotes on Xuelian very much. He knows that Xuelian has a crush on me. He is willing to give me a chance for Xuelian. He let it go. I, I know that as long as I can maintain a relationship with Xuelian, Maimaiti will never touch me, and even, he will use his relationship to pave the way for me to rise to the top..."

"I started escaping, just like escaping from you. I know that there is a powerful family behind you, with wealth that is unparalleled. The same is true for Xuelian. I started to evade non-stop. I am afraid that I am a poor man. Vanity scares me. I have thought of using you more than once and using you as my stepping stone, but I can't do it..."

"Stop talking, stop talking...!" Wang Yan felt as if her heart was stabbed by a knife. She gently stroked Zhang Yang's cheeks with her hands. This man's heart was far more complicated than his appearance. Many times, he is under unimaginable pressure for ordinary people. He is jealous of others, but there is a trace of arrogance in his bones that makes him disdain to do those things.

"No, I want to say, let me say it, I think, I will never say it again in the future!" Zhang Yang pushed Wang Yan away, staring closely at the black and white pupils with a pair of deep eyes.

"I can't do it. I've thought a lot. If I really take advantage of you, my conscience will always be uneasy. Even if I really enter the so-called upper class society, my waist will never be straight. I My chest can never be lifted up, my only way is to escape, I hope to stay far away from you, and I hope to meet you again when I am prosperous!"

"Today, I lost my composure. I saw you and Xuelian surrounded by countless men admiring each other. My heart felt like being pricked by needles. I couldn't bear it. I can escape from you, but I can't escape from myself. Thinking, crazy revenge engulfed my thoughts, I was jealous of them, crazy jealous of them, I know that they all have strong wealth and far-reaching backgrounds."

"At the same time, I also look down on them. In my eyes, they are vulnerable! I also know that you have a greater background than them. I have magnified your deception a hundred times or a thousand times in my heart. I wanted to find a reason for myself to take revenge on Mr. Zhou. I did it, but I didn’t feel good. I have to say that Mr. Zhou was a dandy, but he was a dandy with ideals, ambitions, and talents. He was not The most important thing about the prodigal son is that all his methods are fair and aboveboard, but I am nastier and darker than him, and my only idea is to attack everyone who comes close to you but still find some high-sounding excuses for myself!"

(To be continued)