Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Let’s not talk about how these thoughts are spinning in Wu Xie’s mind. It is obvious that his hands and his brain use two sets of nerves.

No matter how strange he felt, his hands kept moving, and the purple-black grapes were thrown out one by one, making a "whoosh" sound of breaking through the air.

After being hit by the grapes, Zhang Qiling, who was still a little dazed, immediately put his hands behind his back and accurately intercepted the grapes that were about to hit him.

Zhang Qiling turned around while holding grapes, and was not surprised when he saw Wu Xie not far away.

After all, he was the one who washed the grapes for this person. Apart from him, who else could do such a childish thing with the grapes he washed?

I was stared at by the young man's indifferent eyes, so calmly as if I was facing a naive child, and there was infinite tolerance in his eyes.

Wu Xie suddenly became anxious, even at his age!

Wu Xie despised himself bitterly in his heart.

With his head lowered, he looked at a pair of feet in flip-flops that suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him. Suddenly he felt relieved and started laughing with his mouth wide open.

"Ha ha ha ha......"

Zhang Qiling looked at him puzzledly, "What's wrong?"

"Hey, little brother, who gave you these flip-flops? So funny, hahahaha," Wu Xie said with great joy.

The hand holding the grapes suddenly felt empty.

"Huh?" Wu Xie turned around in doubt and saw the fat man who had stood behind him at some point. He was touching the little grape with heartache and condemned Wu Xie, "What a waste!"

"What kind of family is this? Using a giant peak to hit people for fun?!"

Apparently he witnessed the entire process of the launch of Wu Grape Shooter Xie.

Wu Xie stared in amazement at the fat man's back as he left, then looked at his empty palms.

He hasn't eaten a single bite yet! ! ?

"Fatty! Give me back my grapes!!!"

Wu Xie rushed over yelling, and the fat man ate even more happily while running.

The more you eat, the more delicious it tastes!

As soon as Wu Xie chased the man into his own shop, he saw the man leaning against the counter inside. He instantly lost his composure and even forgot how to walk. He was about to fall down. Before he was disfigured, he was rescued in time by a young man who came rushing over.

"Pan...Panzi..."

Wu Xie murmured.

Zhang Qiling grabbed Wu Xie by the back of his collar and helped him stand.

Pan Zi was also frightened and quickly ran out to help him, "Young Master San, I haven't seen you for a few years. I always heard you say on the phone that you have grown up, but now I see you becoming more and more reckless."

Pan Zi patted Wu Xie's shoulder teasingly, which brought him back to his senses.

Wu Xie then remembered that Pan Zi in this world was still alive, and he had promised to pick him up at the airport yesterday.

"Uncle Pan, I said I would pick you up, but I overslept." Wu Xie scratched his head embarrassedly, like a young man in his twenties, "Why didn't you wake me up when you came? You made you wait for me for so long."

“It’s not easy to come all the way here…”

The more Wu Xie spoke, the more ashamed he felt. It was all caused by drinking!

How come I just forgot about this?

"Young Master San, you are so polite all of a sudden. I'm not used to it. It feels strange." Pan Zi said depressedly, "Pan Zi, I'm very free and have plenty of time. You finally got a good night's sleep. I don't want to call you, and I don't let them call you either."

Pan Zi looked at the child he had helped grow up with pity, feeling a little bitter inside, but he did not show it. He quickly turned to look at his wife who came with him and said cheerfully, "Wife, look at me and see if I have white hair again? Why did the Third Master call me uncle as soon as he saw me?"

Pan Zi's wife is a gentle southerner, very different from the women Wu Xie had imagined before who could control Pan Zi. She has long black hair tied up in a bun and wears a cheongsam. Time has left some traces on her face, but it still can't hide her elegant and gentle temperament.

This is a typical southerner, like a young lady from a scholarly family.

That’s great. No matter how much you think about it, it’s better to see it with your own eyes. It’s so refreshing and there will be no regrets.

Wu Xie thought so.

The other person patted Pan Zi, walked closer to Wu Xie and shouted like Pan Zi: "Little Third Master."

Wu Xie was so scared that he waved his hands repeatedly, "Sister-in-law, just call me Wu Xie, you're welcome."

Wu Xie was like a headless fly, nervous and anxious, which made him look very weird.

"Young Master San, do you really have to be so unfamiliar with me, Pan Zi?" Pan Zi said sourly.

Finally, the fat man came up to smooth things over. There was a little girl sitting on his shoulder, about five or six years old, very cute.

She is Pan Zi’s daughter.

I would call him uncle sweetly.

Wu Xie paused while teasing her, thinking of the child who would also call him uncle softly...

He glanced at someone inconspicuously and found that Zhang Qiling was sitting on the doorstep, looking down at something, very seriously, and turning a deaf ear to the noise here.

Wu Xie curled his lips.

Stinky man.

Naturally, we had dinner at the nearby Louwailou. In Wu Xie’s words, it was such a great pleasure to come to Hangzhou, so how could we not try the local specialties?

With a wave of his hand, it was finalized.

Others were already accustomed to his habit of treating people to West Lake Vinegar Fish at every turn, and had no objections.

After all, apart from the vinegar fish, the other dishes of Louwailou are quite good, and it saves them the trouble of cooking.

"Young man, let's go." Pan Zi greeted the person sitting at the door.

Zhang Qiling nodded, but still didn't stand up.

Pan Zi was not surprised by the young man's attitude. What this cold-faced cool guy did was not something you could guess.

Wu Xie asked Wang Meng to leave work early and go to eat with them. When he went to lock the shop door, he saw someone standing still and kicked him in the butt. "Hey! Get up. I'm going to lock the door. We can count the ants when we come back."

Zhang Qiling stood up obediently and stared at Wu Xie locking the door. His serious look made Wu Xie very suspicious that this man was thinking about how to pry open his lock later.

"What are you doing?" Wu Xie asked directly.

"Wu Xie," the saw-mouthed gourd bottle finally spoke, "I want to change my shoes."

"Why do you want to change your shoes? Aren't these slippers uncomfortable to wear? It's so hot to wear shoes in such hot weather." Wu Xie asked puzzledly. When did the young man become so pampered?

Zhang Qiling shook his head and stared at Wu Xie without moving, forgetting that the amnesiac boy was a stubborn child who would not give up until he achieved his goal.

Wu Xie opened the door with a headache and took out a pair of relatively clean shoes for him. "You can wear them for now. I'll buy you new ones after dinner."

"Can I buy you something you like?"

Wu Xie asked, and was afraid that the young man would dislike him and get angry and refuse to wear it.

“No need.” Zhang Qiling took the shoes. He was not wearing socks and had no intention of wearing socks. He just put them on directly, then picked up the loose laces and tied a standard figure-eight knot.

Wu Xie held his forehead helplessly, squatted down to help him untie his shoelaces, and tied a bow for him again.

“This is how you tie your shoelaces.”

Zhang Qiling nodded, quickly learned it, and tied the shoelaces of his other foot.