Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Wu Xie recognized the owner of the black eyes almost immediately.

"Bro?"

The person outside probably felt that he couldn't see clearly with one eye, so he poked a hole in the window, stuck both eyes on it, and quietly looked at Wu Xie inside.

Wu Xie held his forehead helplessly. This guy sneaked out of the hospital and actually ran to his place. He put away the knife, opened the window, and said to the person squatting on the tiles outside: "Come in."

Zhang Qiling was still wearing his hospital gown. His eyes were pure black and shone like glass beads in the sun. He just stared at Wu Xie without moving.

He looked Wu Xie up and down, as if trying to determine the credibility of his words.

"What? Want to cosplay as Batman? Come in quickly, or someone will see you." Wu Xie coaxed, standing by the window and extending his hand to Zhang Qiling, motioning him to hold him, "Be careful, don't fall down."

(Zhang Haike: (ц｀w′ц*) Demon Concubine!!! You lied about falling down. You just wanted to touch our clan leader’s little hand)

Zhang Qiling looked at the rough palm that was stretched out in front of him and was covered with old wounds. He was silent for a moment and did not hold Wu Xie's hand. Instead, he asked, "Is this your home?"

Wu Xie nodded, as if he was talking about a commonplace matter, and said naturally: "It's your home too."

Zhang Qiling then turned over and came in.

"Your wounds haven't even healed yet, why did you sneak out? Look at you, your face is as pale as a ghost. Didn't you promise me to wait for me in the hospital?" Wu Xie raised his fingers and knocked on Zhang Qiling's head in frustration, as if testing whether the melon was ripe or not...

He lost his memory and became stupid.

Zhang Qiling pursed her lips and let him knock without resistance. After a long while, she said, "I'm here to find someone..."

Wu Xie went to the bathroom to wet a towel, and helped Zhang Qiling wipe his hands and feet.

What a guy! He ran away from the hospital barefoot without even bothering to put on a pair of shoes before running away.

I ran barefoot across most of Hangzhou...

It would be a lie to say that I don't feel bad.

After Wu Xie confirmed that the young man had no wounds on his soles, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to answer the question, so he asked slowly, "Did you find it?"

Zhang Qiling nodded, then quickly shook his head to deny it.

It seems that even I am not sure.

"I have lost my memory. Can you tell me if you are the one I am looking for?"

"If I say yes, do you believe it?" Wu Xie curled his lips, sat down next to Zhang Qiling and asked.

Zhang Qiling nodded affirmatively.

The first person he saw after waking up was Wu Xie. He would never forget the feeling he had in his heart at that time.

just like,

It seems... I'm home...

Even though he was reluctant to admit it in his heart, Wu Xie was secretly happy. Just when he was about to say something to Monk Oil Bottle who had lost his memory after waking up, the familiar knock on the door sounded again, accompanied by the fat man's loud voice like a pig being slaughtered.

"Tian Zhen! Is it that the little brother is back? Open the door and let me see!"

The originally warm atmosphere in the bedroom was completely lost, and Wu Xie had no choice but to open the door. "Fatty, you broke my door, will you compensate me?"

Fatty: "Compensation! I'll buy you eight or ten someday, take pictures as you like!"

As he said that, the fat man rushed towards the young man with shining eyes, and said anxiously: "Young man! You are finally back, come and let me take a look."

Zhang Qiling silently took back his arm that was being pulled by the fat man, looked at Wu Xie with a stern face and asked, "Wu Xie, who is he?"

Obviously, he was annoyed by the fat man's loud voice.

Before Wu Xie could say anything, the fat man immediately said, "Brother, I am the fat man. I haven't seen you for ten years. How come you have forgotten me again?"

Beating his chest and stamping his feet, Fat: "Oh my, why do you only remember Wu Xie every time you lose your memory, and not me, Fat? We are friends who have risked our lives for each other."

Zhang Qiling: =.+

Zhang Qiling didn't know how to respond, so he sat indifferently on the bedside, straight as a log, silently letting the fat man lean on him and listening to him chattering like beans.

Finally, Wu Xie couldn't bear it anymore and rescued him from the fat man's clutches. "Okay, Fatty, the little brother is still sick. Let him rest for a while. If there is anything, we can talk outside."

Of course the fat man also saw the hospital gown on the young man. After not seeing him for ten years, the young man not only lost his memory again, but this time he was so thin that he was just skin and bones. His face was even paler, as if all the yang energy had been sucked out of him. Even though he had a thousand words in his heart, he knew that now was not the time.

"Okay, okay, Tianzhen, let's talk outside." The fat man stood up and invited the young man to get into bed like he was one of their own. "Young man, have a good rest. If you have any problems, just yell. This old, run-down room of Tianzhen's isn't soundproof, and we can all hear it."

"Let's go," Wu Xie took the fat man out.

Fatty: "Tian Zhen, what did the doctor say? Is our little brother okay?"

"fine."

The fat man asked again: "Will you leave again in the future, little brother?"

Wu Xie: "His legs are on his body. If he wants to leave, can I stop him?"

"Tian Zhen, you can't be so sweet, you have to let him stay no matter what." Seeing Wu Xie indifferent, the fat man continued: "The little brother has lost his memory now, and there is no guarantee that those ill-intentioned Zhang San and Li Si will take advantage of the opportunity to sneak in, you have to hold on to him."

The more Wu Xie listened, the more he felt something was wrong. "Fatty, what are you talking about?"

He raised his foot to kick, but the fat man dodged it flexibly. "No more talking. I'm going to go buy some groceries. We have to have a good drink at the welcoming banquet tonight. We won't leave until we're drunk!"

Fatty hasn't been so happy in a long time.

Wu Xie shook his head and went back to find his brother, "Hey, you haven't slept yet?"

Zhang Qiling opened his ink-black eyes, his gaze stuck to Wu Xie like a dog-skin plaster, watching his every move.

Wu Xie takes off his clothes,

盯、

Wu Xie took off his pants,

盯、

Wu Xie wears pants,

盯、

Stare, stare, stare...

Wu Xie drinks water,

盯、

(Wife-staring maniac)

Wu Xie hooked his finger at the young man, and the man who was originally lying straight on the bed immediately lifted the quilt and sat up.

Wu Xie hooked his finger again. Zhang Qiling looked at him in confusion, but still walked in front of Wu Xie obediently. "What's wrong?"

Wu Xie: "Drink."

Zhang Qiling took the cup from Wu Xie without any hesitation and drank it down.

Seeing Zhang Qiling drinking the water he had just drunk without any concern, Wu Xie was suddenly amused and burst into laughter.

Zhang Qiling: oO?

He was puzzled, but naturally hugged Wu Xie, who was laughing so hard that he couldn't stand.

After laughing enough, Wu Xie rubbed his stiff face, took a step back, and left Zhang Qiling's arms.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Go and have a rest. I'm going to the hospital."

"You ran away without saying anything, and you still want me to clean up your mess." Wu Xie gave him a look, "When the nurse called me, I almost called the police."

Zhang Qiling: "Me too..." Let's go together...

Wu Xie interrupted him halfway through his words, "Why are you going? Do you know how weak you are? You've been in a coma for more than half a month, and you almost died. Hurry up and lie down on the bed!"

Frowning and cold,

Zhang Qiling turned around silently, went to bed, covered himself with the quilt, and closed his eyes.

The whole thing flows smoothly.

Wu Xie:.......

He smiled unconsciously, softening his originally serious expression.

very nice,

Can survive!