Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

In a corner that Wu Xie didn't notice, Zhang Qiling looked at him frequently.

When Wu Xie called her "little girl" and "baby" for the first time, his brain had not yet reacted, but his body had already moved towards Wu Xie.

After seeing the little girl rushing into Wu Xie's arms, he stopped abruptly.

I wasn't calling him...

My dear, my dear...

Every word resonated with him.

Zhang Qiling frowned and thought. These words obviously did not seem suitable for him, but why did his body react like that?

He had forgotten so much...

"Brother, what's wrong?" Wu Xie quickly noticed that Zhang Qiling was absent-minded and asked with concern.

Zhang Qiling just shook his head and said nothing.

When it was time to go to bed at night, Zhang Qiling came out of the shower and saw Wu Xie half lying on the bed reading a book.

Pan Zi's family has been sent to the hotel and settled down.

I just don't sleep in a hotel. Today, two kids have to sleep in one bed.

"Young man, you have to blow-dry your hair before you go to bed." Wu Xie took the time to look up at the beauty coming out of the bath, then quickly returned his gaze to the book and said absentmindedly.

Hearing this, Zhang Qiling touched the ends of his hair.

There is no more water dripping.

No dripping = dry

This incident equated to success in the young man's mind, so he climbed into bed with peace of mind.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Wu Xie stretched out his long legs in shorts and blocked Zhang Qiling’s face, saying, “My hair isn’t dry yet, it will wet the bed later.”

"It's done." Zhang Qiling pursed his thin lips tightly, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Wu Xie: ...Is it because he is blind?

The five slender fingers inserted into Zhang Qiling's wet hair, grabbed it twice along the hair, and combed the slightly parted hair into a big backcombed style.

It's a different kind of heroic spirit than usual.

Wu Xie held his chin up to admire his handsome face without the hair covering it. He spread out his five fingers, pointed at the water marks on it and asked him, "Is this what dry hair looks like?"

Zhang Qiling:......

silence,

Ignoring Wu Xie was Zhang Qiling's silent protest.

Wu Xie, who has been raising children for many years, would definitely see it.

He flicked his finger at Zhang Qiling's smooth forehead, causing his head to burst.

"You're so lazy, forget it!"

If these words came from someone else's mouth, Zhang Qiling thought he would not take it too seriously.

But if it was Wu Xie...

Zhang Qiling lowered his head, retreated back to sit beside the bed, and had a clearer understanding of the importance of Wu Xie in his mind.

Wu Xie is a man who likes to imagine things at will. The young man's willingness to bow his head is tantamount to admitting his mistake. Looking at the "dejected" young man (who is actually the poor little creature Wu Xie imagined in his own mind), he feels soft-hearted.

I resigned myself to my fate and went to get a towel, then taught the guy how to use a hair dryer.

"Turn off the hair dryer before putting it on the bed, and be careful not to block the air inlet, as it can easily catch fire..."

At the same time, he whispered worriedly: "When you are alone, you should also blow dry your hair before going to bed, otherwise you will get a headache when you get old."

Zhang Qiling nodded to show that he had heard it all. He placed his two unusually long fingers on the air outlet that was blowing air out with a "humming" sound, and touched it curiously, but was grabbed by Wu Xie.

"Be careful!" Wu Xie frowned and warned, "Don't put your fingers in there, or you'll get an electric shock!"

The condemning look was like looking at a naughty child who stuck his finger into the socket out of ignorance.

"I got it." Zhang Qiling withdrew his hand, feeling a little depressed. He thought that the half-drunk and half-awake Wu Xie was really irritable.

Wu Xie drank some wine, but he was far from being drunk. At most, he was a little tipsy. So much time had passed that he was mostly sober. His clear mind prevented him from doing anything crazy under the influence of alcohol.

So he gently rubbed Zhang Qiling's fluffy fur twice, pushed his back to get him up, and said, "Go, take the medicine and then go to sleep."

This is probably the first time I've been taken care of like this.

Zhang Qiling thought so, because even if he had forgotten everything, the strangeness in his heart could not be deceived.

1、2、3......108、109、110......

Zhang Qiling counted his own heartbeats, walked over and opened the drawer. A cup of warm boiled water had been placed on the table, and the medicines in the drawer were neatly stacked.

Zhang Qiling bit his lower lip and stared at the medicine for a while, his eyes blank and no one knew what he was thinking.

Wu Xie appeared behind him at the right time, passed over his thin shoulders, and poked his head out from the gap between the boy's neck and shoulders, and asked worriedly: "Why don't you eat? Did you forget to eat that?"

Zhang Qiling shook his head, silently picked up the several medicines he was going to take, and quickly swallowed them with warm water.

Wu Xie, who had no place to use his skills, said "Oh" in disappointment, "So you remember it..."

He took small steps and lay back on the bed, then picked up a book that he had read somewhere beside him and continued reading.

He slept so much during the day that he didn't feel sleepy at all now.

Wu Xie turned on the bedside lamp and said, "Brother, please turn off the light. I'm not sleepy yet. I'll read for a while before going to sleep."

"Snapped--"

The main lights in the room were turned off, leaving only the warm yellow light from the bedside, enveloping Wu Xie completely, like an angel with holy light.

"Young man, why are you standing there? Come here." In the dim light, Wu Xie noticed that Zhang Qiling had remained motionless in the posture of turning off the lights, and asked curiously.

Zhang Qiling opened his mouth, but finally closed it in disappointment because he didn't know what he wanted to say or what he should say.

He took two steps at a time and with one stride of his long legs, he easily stepped over Wu Xie who was lying on the outside, pulled open the quilt, and lay down facing the wall.

The room suddenly became quiet, with only the occasional "swish" sound of Wu Xie turning pages.

Compared to Wu Xie's deafening snoring, this slight white noise was nothing to Zhang Qiling. However, after closing his eyes for a long time and still not feeling sleepy at all, he silently opened his eyes and stared at the snow-white wall in a daze.

Since he wasn't sleepy, he naturally wouldn't force himself to go to bed.

On the contrary, this quiet environment is more conducive to his thinking and sorting out everything that happened after waking up.

As soon as Zhang Qiling opened his eyes, he was already in the hospital. Although his brain was not injured, his past memories were still gone, which troubled his attending physician for a long time.

He ran out and wandered aimlessly around most of the West Lake. When his physical discomfort became more and more severe, he wandered to the West Lake,

As if possessed by some mysterious force, he came here just like that, as if he was trapped.

It was like something was calling him.

He thought,

He is going to find someone who is like a sunflower...