Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Wu Xie held onto Zhang Qiling's arm tightly, looking at the bare branches under his feet. He could see the ground at a glance, and his voice trembled a little: "Brother, it's so high, we won't fall down like this, right?"

Wu Xie stuck close to Zhang Qiling, and without waiting for his answer, he asked worriedly, "Can this branch really bear the weight of both of us?"

Zhang Qiling then patted Wu Xie soothingly, helped him sit down slowly, and let Wu Xie sit on a branch leaning against the main trunk of the tree.

Even at the top of the tree, the thickness of the central trunk of the tree is still considerable.

This tree must be very old. At any rate, when Wu Xie looked around, he saw that the surrounding trees were shorter than the one they were standing on, so the view was excellent.

Wu Xie hugged the thick tree trunk, which made him feel very safe.

Zhang Qiling was sitting on the other side of Wu Xie. His slender arms passed through Wu Xie's back and then loosely wrapped around his waist, supporting himself on the tree branch.

Comforting: "Don't be afraid,"

"Will this feel better?"

Wu Xie nodded.

Zhang Qiling gently lifted Wu Xie's chin with his fingertips, motioning him to go watch the sunrise.

It has been a while since then, and the sun over the mountain has risen a little.

She is no longer shy and timid as before, wanting to show off but not revealing herself.

"I didn't expect it to be so beautiful." Wu Xie took a deep breath of cold air and exhaled a long string of white mist from his mouth.

He felt that the fatigue from running just now was swept away. His mind was now extremely clear.

The morning glow had passed and they were a little late, but Wu Xie didn't feel sorry at all because he had already got what he wanted most.

Wu Xie asked: "Brother, do you come here to watch the sunrise every morning?"

"Occasionally." Zhang Qiling replied.

His dark eyes were fixed intently on the light in the distance. The eternity and vast black sea in his eyes were Zhang Qiling himself, the sense of story accumulated over time.

Wu Xie looked at him for a while and became a little dazed. It was as if Zhang Qiling had returned to the time when they first met, with that Buddha-like look in him.

Sunrise, morning glow, rain and dew are all unimportant in Wu Xie's eyes. The most important thing is that the person he is looking at is his ideal partner.

So blatant.

So Zhang Qiling had to touch Wu Xie's chin again, motioning him to look at the sun that they had worked so hard to run over to see.

Wu Xie turned his eyes away embarrassedly, calmed down, stopped asking questions, and enjoyed the moment of tranquility with Zhang Qiling.

Seeing that Wu Xie was sweating a little due to the heat, Zhang Qiling reached out to help him take off his scarf, then unbuttoned the top two buttons of his clothes to let him cool down.

Wu Xie grabbed his collar and shook it quickly twice.

In order to let the heat out of his clothes, he wore quick-drying clothes underneath, so he didn't have to worry too much about sweating.

Wu Xie has always believed that his health is pretty good.

Although he is not as good as Zhang Qiling, he is still relatively resilient after the hardships over the years. Otherwise, he would have died 800 times already, don’t you think?

So he felt that he was not so weak and sickly that he would fall ill if blown by the wind, and naturally did not need such meticulous care.

Wu Xie felt that sometimes Zhang Qiling treated him like a child.

Nuanced.

Just like the mother he faced when he was a child, she will pay attention to every aspect of him.

But in the past few years, he has actually lived a pretty rough life. After all, reality does not allow him to be a young master of a wealthy family.

Only babies, who don't know cold, heat, or being full, need people to pour so much emotion into their growth, right?

Wu Xie shook his head helplessly, feeling that Zhang Qiling was making a big fuss out of nothing.

I am not Lin Daiyu, who will have a headache for most of the day if a slight breeze blows.

All right,

I have said so much and gone in circles.

In fact, Wu Xie was so hot that he wanted to take off his coat, but Zhang Qiling wouldn't let him, which made him quite dissatisfied.

Of course you are not hot. You are wearing so little, but I have to wear so much.

The warm golden sun gradually spread, covering the ground and slowly sweeping in from the other side of the mountain. Soon it covered their jungle and shone on Wu Xie's face, golden and brilliant, like the second sun in the world.

Zhang Qiling didn't let Wu Xie look at him, but he openly stared at Wu Xie in a daze.

It is reasonable to suspect that he didn't let Wu Xie look at him just so that he could stare at Wu Xie more openly.

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie's face in the sun, and suddenly a memory popped up in his mind. When he tried to think about it carefully, his vision suddenly blurred for a moment, and the figure that appeared in his mind gradually overlapped with the handsome face of the person in front of him.

It's just as stunning.

"What's wrong?" Wu Xie quickly sensed the change in Zhang Qiling, and asked with a smile on his face.

"Wu Xie......."

"Have I watched the sunrise with you before?"

Zhang Qiling stared at Wu Xie with his black eyes and asked.

Wu Xie was stunned by his question, Sunrise?

Suddenly I was not sure which time Zhang Qiling was talking about.

Was it the dawn they were lucky enough to meet after escaping death in the tomb, or was it...

In the flying sand, in the vast uninhabited area, on the golden beach...

Wu Xie smiled and said ambiguously: "I think I have seen it."

"What's wrong? Did you remember something?"

Zhang Qiling nodded honestly.

Wu Xie turned to look at him, his ginger-colored pupils illuminated by the sunlight, revealing a hint of cunning.

Like a bad little cat who stole cat food from a can, he looked at him and asked, "What did we do after watching the sunrise? Do you remember?"

Zhang Qiling shook his head.

What suddenly appeared in his mind was just a memory like a photo, without movement, sound, or even color, just a hazy feeling.

Wu Xie smiled mischievously, and suddenly reached out to touch his neck. Zhang Qiling didn't like to wear a scarf, so his neck was exposed, so his hand felt cold, delicate and smooth skin, like jade, very pleasant to touch.

Wu Xie pressed his forehead against Zhang Qiling's and murmured in an almost bewitching voice: "Idiot..."

Zhang Qiling instinctively grabbed Wu Xie's hand on his face and looked at him blankly.

(At this time, you two don’t even kiss each other ＾3＾, I’m really impressed)

The sun had risen completely, and after watching the sunrise, it was time for the two to go down the mountain.

They stood up from the tree. Wu Xie held onto Zhang Qiling's arm tightly and swayed to keep his balance. Zhang Qiling was not affected at all by being dragged by him like this. He still stood firmly on his feet. His lower body was very stable. He supported Wu Xie and slowly got down from the tree.

If Wu Xie hadn't been there, he might have just jumped down, saving more time and effort.

??·??·??*?? ??

It can be said that Wu Xie was in the most awkward posture of his life, hugging the tree trunk like a sloth, sticking his butt out, and slowly sliding down until he landed on the ground.

He felt that he had been reborn.

At the same time, I felt a burning pain in my testicles.

I don't know if it was rubbed by the bark when it came down.

Anyway, he never wanted to try this embarrassing posture a second time!

It would be better for him to jump down directly. It would be better even if he broke his leg.

(╥╯﹏╰╥)?

Zhang Qiling saw Wu Xie's expression suddenly become strange, and he was a little confused. Did he do something wrong? Or was he not happy watching the sunrise?

Of course he couldn't get it. What kind of weird things were in Wu Xie's mind (generation gap bushi)

After all, Wu Xie has always been a person with very active brain waves.

He knew this.

It is not his habit to dig deep into things.

So Zhang Qiling naturally shifted his gaze and looked at the surrounding scenery.

This made Wu Xie breathe a sigh of relief, and he quickly and quietly touched his crotch to make sure that all the "parts" he should have were still there, before he put his heart back in his stomach.

Fortunately... Fortunately...

(No...Wu Xie, where is your bag? How can you do such a vulgar thing in front of this guy?

Wu Xie: I don’t care. If he didn’t see it, it means it never happened!

When it comes to being thick-skinned, I am still naive.)

The sweat and heat that Wu Xie had just felt from running gradually dissipated.

The sense of cold became sharp again.

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie's open collar. When the cold wind blew in, Wu Xie shivered.

So he signaled Wu Xie to button his shirt.

Zhang Qiling stared at Wu Xie until he had unbuttoned his clothes and put his scarf on tightly again, which he had just unbuttoned due to the heat. Then he looked away, and the two of them slowly walked down the mountain.

Getting ready to buy breakfast for the lazy guys at home.

Usually, Zhang Qiling does this job alone. Today, Wu Xie followed him to the breakfast shop and was asked by the boss.

"Two of you came together today? It's rare. Usually, you only see this guy coming alone."

Wu Xie just smiled. It was winter now, and he indeed went out less often. Who could blame the comfortable nest that his second uncle had decorated for him?

He just reluctantly thought of him as his second uncle and still loved him, and didn't care that he blocked him (?˙▽˙?)

(Wu Erbai: You little bastard, why are you still holding a grudge? Didn’t I just block you?)

"What's for today?"

Wu Xie first took a cup of soy milk, inserted a straw, put it in his mouth and sipped it slowly. The soy milk was still a little hot just out of the pot.

But it feels just right to drink in winter.

"Boss, give me two baskets of buns and wontons, and a bowl of tofu pudding, sweet one." Wu Xie said familiarly as he stood in front of the steaming breakfast shop.

After drinking the hot soy milk, his taste buds, which had been dormant all night, began to awaken.

"Two more fried dough sticks and a tray of steamed dumplings."

"Okay~" The boss's movements were very quick, and he didn't forget to chat with Wu Xie, "The guy next to you is from the north, right? He likes sweet soy milk."

"Yeah, that's from the Northeast." Wu Xie thought, you discovered this.

As expected, no matter where the guy goes, he is easily remembered.

The boss looked at Zhang Qiling and smiled: "No wonder you are so tall."

Wu Xie was not happy about this. "We southerners are not bad either. I am one centimeter taller than him."

The boss and Wu Xie were acquaintances. Upon hearing this, he acted as if he was dealing with his own child, and said with a bit of pampering: "He is thin and looks tall, so you bully him because he doesn't like to talk. You have the final say on everything."

Wu Xie curled his lips, "How could I bully him......"

He muttered quietly, "He has me pretty much under his control."

The breakfast shop owner handed the food to Wu Xie with a smile: "Little Third Master, your breakfast is ready."

Wu Xie took it, found an empty table with Zhang Qiling, and sat down to have breakfast together.

After eating, I slowly walked back to the shop carrying the packaged soy milk and fried dough sticks.

From a distance, I saw a fat man wearing a large flowered jacket standing at the door of the shop looking around.

Wu Xie walked over and asked curiously, "What are you doing? You're standing outside so early in the morning, aren't you afraid of the cold?"

The fat man took the breakfast from Wu Xie, pointed his mouth towards the shop, winked at him and said, "The house is almost destroyed by them, you are so stupid, why didn't you tell them before you left? Go and comfort them."

Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling looked at each other, lifted the door curtain and went in, only to see Ping Bao sitting on the sofa with his arms folded across his chest, looking unhappy.

I looked around but couldn't see the shadow of the little bottle. I walked over and scratched the bottle's hair and asked, "Where's Xiaobao?"

Pingbao raised his cold and handsome face, made a gesture that was very inconsistent with his expression, pointed his finger at his face, and asked, "Isn't this it?"

Wu Xie was speechless. He scratched his chin amusingly and said as if he was comforting a kitten: "You are a big baby now. I am asking about the little treasure, the little bottle."

Ping Bao stared at him with dead fish eyes, his face became even more sour and unhappy, but he still pointed to the corner reluctantly, "That!"

Wu Xie followed the direction he pointed and looked around, finally finding Little Milk Bottle, who was sitting autistically in the gap between the shelf and the wall, with his forehead against the wall and an air of despair all over his body.

"Xiaobao?" Wu Xie walked over and called softly, "What are you doing sitting on the ground alone? Facing the wall and thinking about your mistakes?"

The little baby boy sat on the ground with his legs apart, with a round head, a round brain and a round butt.

It looks like a mini figurine with two heads and a body.

Little Milk Bottle sat facing the wall. Even though he heard Wu Xie's voice, he rarely paid any attention to him.

If this had happened in the past, she would have come running over with her little feet clacking and reached out for a hug.

"What's wrong? Why are you angry? Uncle has bought you breakfast, don't you want to eat?" Wu Xie squatted behind the little milk bottle. His huge shadow completely covered the little milk bottle in the corner.

There was a wall in front of him and shelves on both sides. There was nowhere to escape. He could only sit there passively, being poked on the back of his head by Wu Xie again and again.

"Xiaobao, Xiaobao~pay attention to me! Pay attention to me quickly! Pay attention to me (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～" Wu Xie begged for mercy in a soft voice.

The child's hair had just been cut, so it hasn't grown long yet. It has short, soft hair, like a kiwi fruit, and feels surprisingly good to the touch.

Normally, when Wu Xie has nothing to do, he likes to give the little bottle a loving touch.