I am picking up trash in online games

After Yang Lushen accepted the invitation from Wang Laoba and Tie Zhu, he began to think about what gifts he should bring. It is reasonable to say that gifts should be decent, but Wang Laoba and Tie Zhu are so elusive that they are really hard to locate. their social status.

Originally wanted to bring a bottle of high-end red wine, but then remembered Tie Zhu's suffocating country disco style, worried that they would drink Erguotou instead of foreign wine, and worried that they would be considered too stingy if they chose Erguotou.

In the midst of entanglement, Yang Lushen suddenly thought of a serious problem, that is, whether Wang Laoba and Tie Zhu drank or not.

Asking the answer from Tie Zhu on the sidelines, Dr. Yang resolutely gave up the plan of giving wine, directly picked the best seedless melon downstairs, and then took a piece of Pu'er tea cake from the bottom of his father's cabinet to take away.

There is nothing bad about the old man's stuff, they are basically high-end goods.Yang Lushen boarded the car with a watermelon in one hand and tea in the other. He was both high-end and down-to-earth, and this is the proper proportions of a 30-year-old mature man.

While driving on the road, I also received a few messages from the Olympic champion. In addition to whining about the pain here and there every day, Brother Junzi today specifically asked Dr. Yang if he was there and if he was nervous.

Yang Lu laughed deeply, and directly sent a voice message to the Olympic champion: "I'm already in this grade, why should I be nervous when I meet a friend?"

The Olympic champion was silent for a while, and then sent the words "Sure enough".

Junjun: [Dr. Yang is really 30 years old, but he still sounds very young. 】

Yang Lu sneered, and directly asked whether the Olympic champion thought that people could only live to be 50 years old, why did he always feel that 30 years old was very old.

"Looking at how it looks in the game, Wang Laoba and Ouyang Tiezhu won't be too young. As for the few songs Wang Laoba sang every day, my grandpa doesn't listen to hitpop now."

When Yang Lushen thought of this, his mood suddenly became complicated. What if it was really two uncles who met him?It is not impossible for the old man in his sixties to reach new highs in online games.

There are very few religions now, and Wang Laoba means he grew up in a temple... Damn, he couldn't be an old monk, right?

The more Yang Lushen thought about it, the more he felt that his wonderful face-to-face trip became more and more confusing. When he drove to the villa area, he saw the community patrolled by professional security guards, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The map says this is Zhaojiatun, but in his imagination, this should be a new socialist countryside, where each family has a small courtyard with chickens and ducks, and a dog guarding the courtyard.Then there is a small building with a roof, where you can sit on it at night and eat watermelon while blowing the wind.

However, the reality is that on the signboard of the high-end villa area with a white marble swan fountain, the words Zhaojiatun are written in flamboyant and phoenix dancing.Yang Lushen sat in the car and looked at the signboard, and it took him a long time to calm down and wipe his face.

If someone said that this real estate was invested by Tie Zhu, he wouldn't be surprised.

Frightened, Dr. Yang parked his car beside him, went into a convenience store to buy a glass of cold water to calm down, and then mustered up the courage to call Tie Zhu.

There is no other reason, but he is afraid that his blue beetle will not be able to get into the eyes of the security guards, and he will not be able to enter the gate of this villa area.

While waiting for the call to connect, Dr. Yang cleared his throat unconsciously, determined to give Uncle Tie Zhu a good impression, but as soon as the call was connected, he heard a young voice, his heart ached again.

"Iron, iron pillar?"

When the name was exported, Yang Lushen saw the boss in front of the counter looking at him, as if asking himself if he was called Gousheng again.

"It's me, Lao Yang, right? Where have you been? Have you lost your way?" Tie Zhu's voice was very young, but also very magnetic, in standard Mandarin.

Hearing the voice of his peers, Yang Lushen was inexplicably disappointed, but he also relaxed a little. He smiled and explained his position clearly, and asked Tie Zhu's security guard what to say.

After getting the answer that you can just enter directly, Yang Lushen hung up the phone, looked down at the watermelon in his hand and felt a little heavy and hot, he sighed, thankful that he also brought a tea cake.

Just as he was about to check out and leave, a hand wearing an emerald jade bead suddenly stretched out from the side and pressed his hand ready to pay, and then handed over his own money: "It's settled together."

For the first time in life, someone pays for themselves.

In just a few seconds of this payment, too many images appeared in Yang Lushen's head, yesterday, today, tomorrow, and thinking about why this person has to pay for himself.

Judging from his hands and voice, he is a man. My God, has his 30-year-old charm finally fermented to the point where even men can't resist?Sure enough, charm is a sin,

Society's vision, parents' pressure, and future worries, please forgive him for not being able to accept this pursuit.

Yang Lushen turned his head and looked at the gentleman behind him, wanting to tell him that there was no need, but the moment he saw his face, he felt like a fool who had made up so much.

"Wang Laoba, stop laughing." Yang Lu looked at the T-shirt with the Prajna Paramita printed on him with a dull face, "Except for you, no one would want to dress like this to show off in the market."

Yu Fei shook the paper bag in his hand: "Don't worry, you and Tie Zhu have a share."

"It's not necessary." Lao Yang stared at his face for a while. Although the appearance of the old man he imagined was different, his temperament was indeed quite similar. It would be better if he carried a birdcage and a health ball.

It's just that this guy is too good-looking, right?

Yang Lushen coughed and stretched out his hand: "It's the first time we met, Yang Lushen is a doctor."

"Yu Fei, he's...well, a retired monk." Yu Fei smiled, "Just kidding, I can be considered a freelancer."

The two of them shook hands, and when they walked out side by side, Yang Lushen observed carefully, and found that he was still a centimeter or two taller than Wang Laoba.

Yes, although I lost in terms of looks, I got back a round in terms of height.

Men always like to compare, Dr. Yang's heart is now more balanced, he is about to ask Wang Laoba if he is driving, and if he wants to go in his own car, when he turns around, he sees Yu Feila driving a Ferrari car door.

OK, fine.

Two cars drove into the community, Yu Fei's Ferrari led the way, followed by Dr. Yang's Beetle, the distance between the villas was very large, and the Ferrari in front finally stopped slowly. .

The Beetle and Ferrari stopped by the side of the road. Yu Fei called Lao Yang to get off the car, and said with a smile, "It's just ahead. Tie Zhu said there is a big pond there. It's more convenient for us to walk directly there."

Dr. Yang nodded: "It's good to have a pond, and you can fish in it."

"Indeed, I like fishing. Fishing can calm people's minds and empty their minds. It is a good way to relieve stress." Yu Fei carried two bags and Lao Yang continued to walk in, and the two of them stopped suddenly after turning the corner. down.

Tie Zhu was right, there was indeed a big pond, and the sides of the pond were still made of marble, square and square, and there was a wide walkway in the middle.

Yu Fei and Yang Lushen stood at the end of the aisle painted with various patterns and looked in. Yang Lushen slowly closed his mouth that was opened in surprise, and asked slowly: "Did you know this before?"

Yu Fei shook his head: "No, it's my first time here too."

He looked at the magnificent small Taj Mahal in front of him, couldn't help rubbing his eyes, and said after making sure that he didn't have hallucinations: "I saw his house decoration in the game before and thought it was outrageous, but I didn't expect him to be so beautiful in reality. The decoration style is even more outrageous.”

However, reality dealt him a heavy blow. In the game, he might be able to find an excuse to be brave and be himself, but in reality, Yu Fei couldn't think of other words to describe this kind of artist behavior.

He patted Yang Lushen on the shoulder: "Just treat him as an upstart."

Yang Lushen nodded: "Yes, I've already started to brainwash myself. If he wants to, the Golden Taj Mahal in Zhaojiatun can hold a small exhibition and charge some entrance fees. I'm willing to be a troll on Dianping for him."

The two walked up the walkway in the middle of the pond. Yu Fei stretched out his head and found some fish, crabs, and some shrimps inside.The ingredients for dinner tonight must be fresh.

When walking in the middle, Yang Lushen suddenly stopped and pulled Yu Fei and said, "Listen, there seems to be music."

He frowned and searched for a section, and then locked his eyes on the moving tractor on the lawn not far away: "My God, why is there a tractor here? The one driving on it is an iron pillar, right?"

Yu Fei coughed, and said a little embarrassedly, "I gave it to him."

"Wow..." Some words stuck in Dr. Yang's throat. He nodded after a long silence and said, "It's great, it's a gift with a sense, it fits Tie Zhu's temperament and saves me money for traveling in New Malaysia and Thailand. very good."

To be honest, he doesn't know what he is talking about now, and he may be a little incoherent. This is an unprecedented experience in his short 30 years of ordinary life.

Others just eat fried chicken in People's Square, but Ouyang Tiezhu drives a tractor at the Taj Mahal in Zhaojiatun.

The two of them finally finished the long journey and came to Tie Zhu's luxury custom-made tractor. In order to match his villa, the songs played by Ouhuang on the stereo all smelled like curry.

"You are finally here." Tie Zhu jumped off the tractor to greet him, wearing a spiritual white vest and a black hard hat with his name spelled out in rhinestones.

The mixed-race face with a few drops of sweat seemed to be shining in the sun. Dr. Yang looked at him and felt that he saw an angel, and his 30-year-old charm had been shattered.

How proud he is, how vulnerable he is.

Ou Huang stretched out his hand and shook hands with him: "Doctor Yang, right? My name is Ou Huang, one..."

"Nouveau riche...ah, no, an artist." Yang Lushen regained his sanity in an instant, and shook hands with Tie Zhu heavily: "Yang Lushen, a doctor."