Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

The content read by children has evolved to include how many mouthfuls of food Wu Xie ate today, how long he slept, and how many times he went to the toilet.

Wu Xie finally couldn't help but interrupt.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Taking a deep breath, he asked in a deep voice: "Are you sure this isn't just nonsense? I can't even understand your words. Why don't you just make things up out of thin air and read to me?"

Who is a good person who pays attention to how many kilograms of rice you eat and how many times you poop every day? !

what! ?

Wu Xie collapsed.

Bro:"……"

silence,

Deathly silence.

The child dropped the book and walked away without saying a word.

Wu Xie looked at the book that was slapped on his chest and said "hey" softly.

He has a good temper.

Small gas tank!

He shook his head helplessly and went to coax people happily.

Wu Xie carefully poked at the autistic child squatting under the shadow of the rocks on the rockery, and said loudly: "It's okay, even if you really lied to me, I won't be angry."

"I didn't..." the child said quietly, looking at Wu Xie's eyes full of hurt, "You don't believe me."

"No, no!" Wu Xie denied in horror: "I'm just wondering. After all, the diary you wrote is really lacking in nutrition, and it makes people think you are perfunctory."

"Then what should I record every day?" The child seemed confused and asked, tilting his head.

"For example, you can record the interesting things and embarrassing things that happen to you every day, things that make you happy or sad." Seeing that the child was still puzzled, Wu Xie gave an example: "For example, the one we kidnapped by the Wu family Don't you think it was a thrilling experience at night? If it hadn't been for the Wu family, but our mortal enemies had caught us, we would probably have turned into ashes by now."

"Of course, this is just a score. For another example, the group of people we met on the way to Changsha by train. They praised you either sincerely or pretendingly. Don't you find it interesting? They are your calm The spices in life, everything that comes into contact with you when you grow up, make your life different day after day, right?

Don't always focus on the flowers and plants around you. Even if 999 of these wild flowers bloom tomorrow, will you be surprised when you see them? "

"No." Wu Xie said with certainty: "When you lie on the ground and count the flowers one by one, in this long and boring process, your enthusiasm and surprise have been consumed. Of course, I didn’t say that it’s bad for you to count the flowers seriously. It’s just, how should I say it..."

Wu Xie held his head in distress, closed his eyes and thought hard.

It’s hard to raise a child, but it’s even harder to raise a little brother.

How should he explain it so that the little brother will understand?

"I know." The child looked at him, rarely talking more, as if he was very happy to understand what Wu Xie meant, "It's like those people on the train wanted me to call daddy; it's like my uncle took me to the market. "It's like we were making unpleasant goat's milk together. What I should write down is the past that I don't want to forget."

Wu Xie said excitedly: "Yes, yes! That's what it means!"

"Uncle said today that I don't practice calligraphy well and only know how to play. I feel very uncomfortable. I can write it down so that I can remember this discomfort when I read it next time."

Wu Xie, who was almost crying with joy, twitched slightly when he heard what happened behind.

It doesn't have to be like this...

Ah,

Ha ha……

Hardly said: "It's bad, almost the same, but I hope you remember some happy things, so that every time you read it, you will be happy again."

"Sadness is always easier to remember than happiness, but I hope the happiness worth recording will be a little more than the pain."

"And!" Wu Xie's eyes widened, his mouth bulged, and he asked angrily: "Am I wrong when I said you didn't study hard? Why are you still feeling uncomfortable? I should send you to school and study well. Feel the atmosphere of reading.”

The child grabbed a chick that had been lying close to his feet and said seriously: "These chickens were bought for me by my uncle. If I don't take good care of them, they will die. The chicks my uncle gave me cannot die." ."

The little chick with sparse downy hair poked its head in the child's hand, struggled to get out, and chirped non-stop. Finally, the child put it back on the ground properly.

The chicken is indeed very ordinary, but since it was given by Wu Xie, its meaning is different.

Wu Xie was moved and kissed the hair on his head, and sincerely apologized: "I'm sorry, you obviously take every life seriously, but I thought you were just playing around, I'm sorry. I want to buy these chicks, It's my fault that I didn't take on the responsibility of taking care of them. From now on, if you feel aggrieved, you have to tell me like this, okay? If you don't tell me, uncle will be very tired of guessing. "

The child nodded obediently.

Nowadays, the little brother is much easier to communicate with than the boring bottle. Wu Xie asked again: "Do you like chicks?"

The child shook his head honestly: "In a few days, they will grow up. They will fly around and scream, making the house a mess and very annoying."

Yes, a chicken is not a pet. Its round shape will not last long, and it will grow into the kind of native chicken that is common in the countryside... not suitable for children at all.

And...he never asked the child whether he liked it or not.

Do young men nowadays definitely like little yellow chickens?

uncertain……

It was because he took it for granted, ignored Xiao Ping's own wishes, and made him shoulder the responsibility of these weak lives.

Xiao Bottle has always been a flesh-and-blood, unique person. He has never been anyone's substitute, not even himself...

Wu Xie felt a sense of loss, as if he had been given up on something, and sighed softly: "I'm sorry..."

"Uncle, I don't like these things that may eventually become a delicacy on people's tables."

The child paused and made a twist, "Even though they are very ordinary, because they are gifts from you, I like them very much. I don't mind raising some gadgets, just like my uncle raised me, and I have a bite to eat. I won’t let them starve to death, and I won’t eat them. If they die, I will find a warm place to bury them.”

Wu Xie was so moved.

until……