Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

It had been ten years since Zhang Qiling left.

He had his only connection with this world, but Wu Xie was the one who was left behind.

A piece of white paper was stained black by ink, and only Wu Xie himself knew the pain involved.

Perhaps every time he felt he couldn't go on, every time he woke up in the middle of the night, every sleepless night, Wu Xie would make an assumption.

Suppose...

It would be nice if my brother was here——

But fortunately, at least Wu Xie is not really alone, he has the trustworthy people around him, such as Fatty, Xiaohua, Blind Man, Xiuxiu...

The last straw that broke the camel's back did not fall in the end, allowing them to still drink and yawn here.

Everyone knows that Wu Xie is a well-known woodman in Hangzhou, so the fat man's eyes suddenly became moist. He was still scratching his head in confusion, his puzzled eyes moving between the young man and the fat man.

Damn,

What's going on between these two people?

"We are already friends who have risked their lives for each other, there is no need for such empty talk between us. I made Tian Zhen my brother because I value him as a person, and this will not change whether you are here or not, little brother." The fat man patted his belly, creating a sentimental atmosphere, which made him feel embarrassed. He smiled and said, "Fatty, I should thank you too, little brother, thank you for saving Yun Cai."

The fat man raised his glass and said, "I don't have any regrets in my life. I just hope that everyone around me is doing well."

Wu Xie rested his chin on his hand and interrupted slowly, "We are all brothers. It's boring to thank each other all the time."

Snapped--

Wu Xie seemed to hear something breaking.

Oh ~

It turns out to be this sentimental broken filter~~~

The fat man looked at Mr. Wu, whose mouth was full of grease, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then threw a wrapping paper to Wu Xie.

"Elegant! You need to be elegant, understand?! You know no know little brother is here, where is your image?"

Wu Xie was speechless by the fat man's broken English.

The wind is bright, the moon is clear, and the clouds are flying. The morning mist and evening rain turn into vicissitudes of life.

The West Lake at night is brilliant, with mountains and water reflecting together and the waves clear and bright.

The lights of thousands of houses outside the house flickered on and off, and the three people sitting in the yard drank and drank until midnight.

Fortunately, the young man was there to protect them from the mosquitoes.

A breeze blew through the hall, bringing with it a cool, moist scent and the fragrance of grass and trees.

It's going to rain again tomorrow.

Zhang Qiling looked up at the dark night sky and thought so.

There were two drunks in the room, one was Fatty and the other was Wu Xie. They were holding beers and playing finger-guessing games. Their voices were as loud as thunder. I wonder if they were disturbing others in the quiet night?

ten years,

It seems like nothing has changed, yet something has changed...

It is worth mentioning that the two boxes of Snow Flakes under their feet were bought by the sick young man. The liquor that Wu Xie brought back was not enough for the two of them to drink.

Zhang Qiling drank a little at the beginning, but later on the two of them formed a united front and would never let him touch it again.

Although Zhang Qiling thought it was nothing.

You know your own body well. Even though you almost died, you didn't really die, right?

"A huge amount!" Wu Xie said with a big tongue and gave the fat man a thumbs up.

After saying that, it’s over.

The fat man threw the can in his hand and couldn't wait to find a sapling in the yard to free himself.

He whistled and pulled up his pants with a chuckle.

When Wu Xie wakes up tomorrow and finds out, I’m afraid he will ignore me for several days again.

When he turned around, the fat man met Zhang Qiling's gaze which was as real as if it were real.

The fat man saw the silence in his eyes from a distance. He scratched his head shyly and threatened: "Oh no, I forgot you were here, little brother, just pretend you didn't see it. If you see it, you will get stye."

Zhang Qiling: "..."

The fat man was much more awake after being blown by the cool breeze in the middle of the night.

When he was drunk, he would hug the young man and cry, telling him how difficult it had been for Wu Xie over the years.

Now,

The fat man patted the young man on the shoulder and said solemnly: "Young man, be good to our comrade Xiao Wu."

Zhang Qiling, with the little vegetable hanging on his body that automatically sticks to him when he gets drunk, looked at the fat man blankly and nodded as if he understood.

Most of his memory was missing. Although he had pieced together a lot of information from the conversation between Fatty and Wu Xie, it was still a drop in the bucket.

The fat man rubbed his eyes, got closer to look at him carefully, and said disappointedly: "I thought your memory had recovered, but it turns out you haven't."

Zhang Qiling: "..."

This man was rarely serious, and he was testing him...

"No matter what, you two must be fine." The fat man put his hands behind his back and walked to the guest bedroom, shaking his head, "It was so difficult for Wu Xie along the way..."

Zhang Qiling carried the person upstairs. After Wu Xie came back, he didn't have time to change his clothes. He was still wearing the same clothes he wore when he went out, a T-shirt and jeans. It would be very uncomfortable to sleep in them.

The drunk Wu Xie was very quiet, his long eyelashes cast a large shadow on his face.

Hei Xiazi himself admitted that his specialty is his long eyelashes. Even though his hair has fallen out in clumps over the years, his eyelashes are still as thick as when he was young.

Wu Xie hasn't learned the trick of defeating the enemy with just fluttering eyelashes, but the sight of him sleeping quietly with his eyes closed makes people feel soft-hearted.

I want him to feel more comfortable.

So, Zhang Qiling took off Wu Xie's dirty clothes, found some pajamas from the closet, and helped Wu Xie change into them.

The air conditioning in the room was on very high. Wu Xie was sweating all over downstairs. The alternation between hot and cold temperatures made the hair on his body stand up and he got goose bumps.

Zhang Qiling curiously touched Wu Xie who had suddenly turned into a "kiwi fruit", and belatedly thought, will he get sick if he does this?

He quickly helped Wu Xie put on his clothes, pushed him into the quilt, and fiddled with the remote control for a while before finally turning up the temperature a few degrees.

I touched Wu Xie’s forehead and breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he didn’t have a fever.

But his hands were covered in stickiness, all from the sweat Wu Xie had produced earlier.

So Lady Zhang, who had been serving Uncle Wu wholeheartedly, went to the toilet to get a towel. There were several towels hanging on the rod in the toilet. Zhang Qiling couldn't tell which towel was for wiping the face, which was for wiping the body, or something else, so he picked the one that looked the most similar, wet it with warm water, and simply wiped Wu Xie's body.

While sleeping, Wu Xie felt the itch of the towel brushing against his body. He raised his limbs to protest, but was eventually suppressed easily.

After finishing everything, Zhang Qiling lay down on the bed, feeling rarely tired.

Taking care of a drunk, even the best-behaved one, is exhausting.

Wu Xie hummed comfortably in his sleep, turned over and began to snore.

Zhang Qiling: "..."

He opened his closed eyes and glanced at the sleeping person in the darkness.

This look is full of helplessness.