Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

"Knock Knock-"

The vermilion door was opened for the third time.

This time, the only person standing in front of the door was the little brother.

The world is so big, and he walked aimlessly, not knowing why he came here and why he knocked on this door that was in disrepair.

Maybe it was because of those strange symbols that made him feel that he should have been here before.

Or maybe it was the swing swinging in the sunset not far away that made him feel tired.

It was getting dark, and it was time for him to find a place to rest.

"You are..." The door was cautiously opened a crack, and an eye looked at him through the crack in the door.

The younger brother silently performed a Buddhist salute with him.

"Bro?"

The door is opened.

The old man inside looked at him in surprise and said, "How come you haven't aged at all after all these years..."

This person actually knows me?

The younger brother was a little surprised.

"Squeak-"

The door was opened wide to welcome him, a guest from afar.

"come in."

After crossing the threshold, I immediately saw the two stone statues in the center of the courtyard.

I couldn't help but walk closer and take a closer look.

Rough fingertips touched the small human face in the arms of the stone statue.

The little brother has a feeling that these two stone statues should have been carved by himself.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar stone statue next to him, the little brother finally asked his first words after arriving here.

"Who is he?"

The little lama has become the old lama's person. He shakes his head and cannot remember clearly.

"I don't know. You carved these two stone statues. Don't you even remember them?"

The younger brother gave a low "hmm" sound.

"Come with me, I have something for you." The lama waved to him.

He took him to the room and found the machine box that the younger brother had given him.

"After all these years, I thought you would never come. Fortunately, you didn't lose it."

The lama held the box and put it on the table. "You gave this to me when you left. You asked me to return it to you when you come next time. Now...it has finally returned to its original owner."

The lama left, and the boy was the only one left in the room.

This blind box was protected by an exquisite mechanical lock. It was obviously something very important.

The little brother didn't dare to act rashly, for fear of destroying what he had treasured back then.

How to open this lock?

He doesn't remember.

We can only explore slowly.

He stayed in this lamasery deep in the mountains, and the days passed day by day.

this day,

While copying scriptures with the lama in the temple, the younger brother looked at the stone statues in the courtyard.

The breeze blew, and the leaves floated, and then they were swept away.

The two stone statues just stood there. Although there was no stone connecting them, others would feel that these two cold stone statues should be closely connected...

They are accompanying each other...

A small stone statue hidden in the chest.

It was the care that this elderly man wanted to give him.

The little brother suddenly felt that he might already know the answer.

Put down the pen, slowly stood up and walked out.

Standing in the middle of the courtyard, with a silent back, he seemed very lonely.

He stood with these two stone statues.

He reached out and touched the cold stone, touching the eyes of the old stone.

The lama in the temple often wipes these two stone statues, so they are very clean without any dust.

He no longer recognizes that this old stone statue is him, and no one will tell him.

The little brother just looked at the two stone statues quietly. He didn't know who the two people were, but through them, he seemed to be able to see his past self.

Oh--

The younger brother reacted belatedly.

turn out to be......

He also has a past.

So where is his home?

It should be in that box...

this time,

The little brother opened the machine lock easily.

I saw the true face of the treasures in the box.

What's inside isn't gold or silver.

But a bundle of books.

The little brother sat down cross-legged, picked up a book and read it carefully, not missing every character.

His past is recorded in black and white.

It's the memory he treasures, the part he can't let go of...

His past was occupied by a young man named Qi Yu.

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Uncle said, I have to keep a diary every day, so that I can forget the things I don't remember, where I am...

There are traces to follow.

This troubles me.

Obviously my memory is very good, I am confident that I will not forget these things and him.

But since he wants it, then I will give it to him, who makes him the one who loves me the most.

probably? ^o^

After all, my uncle is the best person to me.

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My uncle reads my diary every day, what should I do?

I don't want to show it to him because I don't dare to let him know how much I love him, so that if he doesn't want me anymore, I can be decent...

But fortunately, only I can understand my words.

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Uncle is really the best person in the world. Everything he buys for me is my favorite!

My uncle will make delicious food for me, buy me nice clothes, and teach me to read and write. There are so many things he can teach me.

He has given me so much love. I like him so much and never want to leave him in my life.

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The most frightening thing happened, uncle disappeared...

and,

No one remembers uncle, as if... Qi Yu is fake and is my dream.

But I don't believe it.

How could I have such a beautiful dream?

I have to go find him. If he doesn't want me on purpose, then I'll leave quietly...

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The little brother read them one by one, as a bystander, to watch his childhood, youth, youth...

Going to see him is haunting for a person.

Will you really come back to me again?

The little brother looked at the portrait in the notebook.

asked silently.

There were many paintings like this. When he first saw them, he thought they were painted blindly by himself.

Because the Wu Xie painted is really ugly, not like a human being at all.

(PS: It’s the kind of ugly cartoon with two eyes and one mouth drawn by children.)

But as he read through it, the person who recorded these words gradually grew older, and the little people he drew became more and more lifelike.

These smart eyes, the rich and handsome facial features,

It was him who carefully traced Wu Xie's bones, his features over and over again...

The person who just drew it.

It was the person he thought about thousands of times in his heart after Wu Xie left.

He took out the old and yellowed paper that he had always carried.

The yellow paper stained with dried blood had been carried by him closely throughout his travels for so many years, and he never dared to throw it away for a moment.

The person painted on it is the same as the person painted in this box.

As if he were a person...

turn out to be,

Qi Yu is Wu Xie, and Wu Xie is his uncle, brother, and lover...

Someone who can give him a home.

so,

It's time for him to go find Wu Xie...