The Road to Slaying God

"This is very contradictory. I am running away from you. I hope to enter your circle by my own ability instead of relying on you to get the position. I am a man and I can do whatever it takes to get to the position. However, I cannot do it by relying on a person. As a woman, I'm afraid of being scolded on my back, and I'm afraid of people's secret comments. My pitiful vanity makes me avoid you, but I don't want to see you being approached by others..."

Finally, Zhang Yang finished speaking, and he breathed a long sigh of relief. This is his secret, a secret that he has kept deep in his heart for more than ten years. No one knows. Today, he finally said it in one breath. out.

The desert was eerily quiet, and the cold wind made the fluttering open jackets rustle. Both of them looked into the depths of the desert. The faint moonlight cast shadows on the huge sand dunes, like lurking beasts.

There was a long, oppressive silence.

"Finished?" Finally, Wang Yan spoke quietly.

"That's it." Zhang Yang smiled softly. Now, he felt much better. He had always wanted to find someone to talk to, but he couldn't find the right person. Zhang Yang believed that if he didn't find someone to vent to, he would really Will become a psychopath with split personality.

The severe dual personality tortured his will, tortured his thoughts, and corroded his soul. From the moment he failed the high school entrance examination and college entrance examination, he had a hostile attitude towards the entire society. He spent countless nights All his efforts were in vain, he was unwilling to accept it, and he refused to accept it. However, his tiny power could not change the cancer of society, and he could only fall silently.

Either die in silence, or explode in silence!

The reborn Zhang Yang broke out in silence, but because of his twisted personality, he regarded conquest as his first task, and the countless elite memories made his nerves extremely tense. Where did his ambition start from Xiao Yuanxing? It's a pity that it was just the beginning, but it was completely destroyed... "Your thoughts are so terrible." Wang Yan nestled her head in Zhang Yang's arms and said softly.

"Yes, I am a terrible person. I can't even figure out my personality. I am very dangerous. Wang Yan, I know you have a good impression of me. Your good impression of me stems from my excellence. But, you But you don't know my darkness. Now, you know, I think, we..." Zhang Yang held Wang Yan's shoulders and looked into Wang Yan's eyes.

"What's wrong with us?" Wang Yan jumped away as if being pricked by a needle. Obviously, she heard what Zhang Yang meant.

"It's better for us not to meet each other." Zhang Yang sighed and said, "You are still young, and your feelings for me are very vague and ethereal. You have come into contact with too many young men from rich families, so when you come into contact with me , you will feel the difference. When we really get to know each other, our relationship will be very fragile. Besides, besides..." Zhang Yang was suddenly at a loss for words. He had been hiding the existence of Xiao Yiran and his relationship with Liu An. That ridiculous night, he couldn't say it, and he didn't know how to say it. It became a dead end.

I have been escaping from Xiao Yiran for a long time. Xiao Yiran has always been like a phantom in Zhang Yang's mind, which seems unreal. When Cong and Xiao Yiran lost contact, this feeling became stronger.

Zhang Yang didn't understand why he felt this way. Sometimes, he missed Nana he met in the alley more than Xiao Yiran. Sometimes, Zhang Yang felt very ashamed, but there was nothing he could do. Xiao Yiran just A portrait like the Mona Lisa could never enter his life.

When Zhang Yang was hesitating, Wang Yan interrupted him sharply.

"Am I young?"

"Am I young?"

"Where am I young?

…

Zhang Yang couldn't help but take a step back in embarrassment. Wang Yan thrust out her chest and pushed forward aggressively. The promotion of Feng Lan made Zhang Yang's head dizzy and gave him a feeling of suffocation... "Zhang Yang, the time I spend with you is Very short, but I miss you for a long time. I am not a flower growing up in a greenhouse as you imagined. When I was three years old, my mother forced me to practice martial arts. I don’t like to practice martial arts. I prefer to be in the garden. In kindergarten, I played games and hide-and-seek with my peers. When I was five years old, I had already taken care of myself. I had to wash my own clothes and clean my own room. I had no pocket money. I had to make my own money. I was on holidays. I would go out to buy flowers every day. Until I was eight years old, my mother was completely disappointed with my martial arts practice, so she asked me to learn to shoot. When I was ten years old, my peers were all skating, but I had to shoot every day. Hundreds of rounds of ammunition..."

"It wasn't until I was eighteen years old and I became an adult that everything started to change for me. I had the New Year's money that my mother had saved for me since I was a child in my account. I could use it as I wanted. I could stay in the bar all night and never come back. Even, I can disappear for a few days and my mother will not care about me. My mother said that I am an adult and I should have my own life, my own circle and my own thoughts... I did not indulge myself, because, I know, All this stems from my mother’s trust in me. I believe in my mother, and she also believes in me. I like you. I feel a little baffled. I used to think that this relationship is fragile, and my mother also sees it. Come out, so she asked me to come to Yanjing. In fact, I also want to come. I want to slowly forget you, slowly forget you..."

Wang Yan's voice became softer and quieter, and once she shivered, Zhang Yang felt the cold air taking away the body heat from her body. She opened the car door gently, and Wang Yan obediently sat on the passenger seat.

The engine started and the temperature inside the car quickly warmed up.

"I thought I could forget you quickly, but I can't. I often dream about you. I, I... dream about you... puch..." Suddenly, Wang Yan, who was speaking quietly, laughed.

"What did you dream about me?" Zhang Yang was sweating profusely due to Wang Yan's emotional changes. The voice of a resentful woman that was still faint just now immediately started laughing again. Zhang Yang's nervous thinking was a little unable to keep up.

"I dreamed that you were always competing with me for the top spot, hum!" Wang Yan rolled her eyes at Zhang Yang, and Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat when she saw that charming look.

"Let's go back!" Zhang Yang gently brushed Wang Yan's hair that was messy in the wind and sighed. It seems that the matter with Wang Yan has no results today.

"Yes." Zhang Yang's fingers touched Wang Yan's cheek. Wang Yan's body trembled, and she lowered her head shyly, as gentle as a lamb.

The car started slowly, and the two of them were immersed in this rare atmosphere. They both hoped that this feeling would last forever, and that this road would never come to an end... Indeed, this road was long, until the sky turned white, and the Ferrari was still there. As the road in the desert moved slowly, Wang Yan's eyes were always fixed on Zhang Yang's face. This was a face that she would never forget.

"Zhang Yang, I have always wanted to ask you a question." Wang Yan suddenly said with her eyes turning.

"Um?"

"Why did you always look at others with that disgusting look?"

"Ahem..." Zhang Yang sweated profusely, almost instinctively, and glanced at Wang Yan's snow-white chest.

"Yes, that's the look!" Wang Yan said happily.

"..."

"Zhang Yang, although that expression just now was annoying, I think that is your true self!"

"like?"

"dislike!"

"..."

"I just like you to be yourself, do I still like your dirty expression? Huh!" Wang Yan gave Zhang Yang a fierce look.

"I, I..." Zhang Yang was speechless. This was a contradictory topic. He liked him to be himself, but he didn't like that kind of dirty peeping.

"Zhang Yang, tell me! What is your relationship with Xuelian?"

Suddenly, Wang Yan shouted loudly, which startled Zhang Yang. Fortunately, the car was not going very fast.

"How do we have anything to do with each other?" Zhang Yang's head was confused and he thought to himself.

"Humph, you said it doesn't matter. You said it at the beginning. You said you felt uncomfortable seeing us surrounded by a group of people. You were not talking about you, but you. In that case, that includes Xuelian. Humph, you also wanted to You lied to me, I have already seen it, Xuelian is very nice to you, very affectionate, and even gives you a massage!" Wang Yan looked furious and pointed at Zhang Yang's head with her white fingers.

"I..." Zhang Yang had nothing to say. Indeed, there was something wrong with what he started to say.

"Tell me the truth, have you gone to bed?" Wang Yan became even more angry when she saw that Zhang Yang didn't defend herself.

"ah……"

"Say, have you gone to bed?" Wang Yan was like a furious tigress. Seeing Wang Yan's furious expression, Zhang Yang inexplicably thought of those ancient men who had three wives and four concubines. If they met a woman like Wang Yan, , how did you live?

"No!"

"Really not?" Wang Yan looked up and down Zhang Yang's body suspiciously. From the look like that, it was really possible for him to help Zhang Yang to check. The look in his eyes made Zhang Yang break into a cold sweat.

"Tell me, who do you like?" Wang Yan is no longer the depressed little girl. Now, she is a domineering rich girl.

(To be continued)