Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

The sun is just right, making people feel warm.

Wu Xie was lying on the rocking chair, but he was a little upset. When he moved his hands and feet, the rocking chair made an overwhelming sound.

"crunch..."

"Alas..." Wu Xie's face was covered with a book, and two words were neatly written on the cover in a beautiful thin gold style.

Bro.

After sighing for the nth time, Wu Xie slightly opened the book on his face, squinted at the child playing with the chicken next to him, and after staring for a long time, he opened his lips and shouted softly: "Innocent..."

"Innocent!"

Seeing that the child didn't respond, Wu Xie shouted a little louder the second time.

The child turned around when he heard the sound and looked at Wu Xie. His blackberry-like eyes were full of doubts, as if he was asking:

are you calling me?

"Wuxie, come here."

The child moved over hesitantly, "What's wrong?"

"Master asked you to write your names in the notebook. Why is the name written in your notebook "Brother"?" Wu Xie pointed to the notebook in his hand and corrected: "Master asked you to write your name, Brother. Brother is not a name, it is my nickname for you, Wuxie is your name."

The child is actually very smart and can learn everything quickly. He can learn the words Wu Xie taught him to write in just a few glances.

Also because the handwriting he was copying was very similar to his, and Shoujin's calligraphy was very impressive. Sometimes it would take him a long time to identify which calligraphy was his own.

Wu Xie sometimes felt that the younger brother was just teasing him and deliberately pretending to be stupid.

The child tilted his head slightly, puzzled: "Can't I call you brother? But you often call me brother. The name is just a title. You never call me Wuxie, so why can't I call you brother?"

Wu Xie tried to explain to him: "Brother, just like you call others brother or sister, as long as they are older than you, you can call them brother or sister, just like father, mother, grandpa, grandma... Little brother is A title cannot replace a name. The name is given by the parents and represents their blessing. You should not give it away so casually. The name only represents you."

"But... was the name my parents wanted to give me really Wuxie? Instead of giving me the surname Wu so that the Wu family could adopt me?" the child asked in return.

Wu Xie was at a loss for words. Even though he knew that this was very likely to be the case, he still said: "Before you were called Wuxie, you must have had a name carefully chosen by your parents, but you just forgot."

Really?

Who knows.

The child stared at Wu Xie quietly. His long and thick eyelashes were illuminated by the sun, casting a small shadow on his face, making his white and reflective little face look like he was dreaming.

Rag doll...

Quite suddenly, these four words appeared in Wu Xie's mind.

Shaking his head vigorously, he threw these unrealistic thoughts out of his mind, and listened to the child's faint voice:

"Uncle, it doesn't matter what my name is. No one will care. The name is just a code name. It's enough for me to know that you are calling me."

The child spoke very slowly, and his voice was empty and distant, like a shallow moan floating in the distance.

"I don't remember what my parents called me, but I think Dadie didn't have a name, otherwise I wouldn't have had any impression. The name Wuxie was just given by them in the hope that I could be adopted by my uncle and aunt. ...I often think that maybe they wanted to send me away from the beginning, maybe I was the burden that dragged them down..."

"No!" Wu Xie immediately retorted: "How can you be a burden? You are the most powerful Zhang Qi..."

Wu Xie paused and said instead: "You are the most powerful little brother and the most powerful Wu Xie."

"So..." The child lay on Wu Xie's chest, blinking his big eyes, his crow-feather eyelashes trembling, as if he was about to shed crystal tears, and begged: "I want to call Xiao Brother, can’t you?”

"Yes! Of course you can..." Wu Xie's voice stopped suddenly, "No, little brother, why are you using a honey trap? What a shame!"

"Honey trap? What is that?" the child asked innocently.

Wu Xie patted his forehead and sighed in annoyance.

Obviously he is the adult, but his thinking is always not as thorough as the little brother, and he can't always convince him and can't come up with a reasonable reason.

My brother is a very thoughtful child, and once he decides on something, he cannot control it casually.

Just when Wu Xie was racking his brains to think about what to do, the child spoke again.

"Just like uncle's name is Qi Yu, as long as you want to, uncle, you can introduce 100 different names to 100 people. No one can tell the truth from the false, and no one will doubt whether the uncle's name is true, because they know each other. It’s not the name, it’s you…is the name really that important?”

For a moment, Wu Xie thought that the child had seen through his clumsy lies and knew the fact that he was not Qi Yu, but seeing the child's eyes full of complete trust, he felt that he was overthinking.

The guy is taciturn most of the time, but when he starts to talk incessantly or at length, he is always very convincing, and no one will doubt that it is nonsense.

Wu Xie had been deceived many times before, but he still didn't remember it this time.

"Okay, whatever you think is good." Wu Xie touched the hair on the child's head with his index finger and compromised: "If someone bullies you, remember to tell me and don't let yourself be wronged. Do you know, I can It will hurt.”

"Okay." The child smiled with crooked eyebrows.

The little milk bottle is much easier to coax than the stuffy oil bottle. He is as clean as a blank sheet of paper. He does not have such a strong indifference to keep strangers away, but only maintains his composure. Moreover, he does not hesitate to smile at Wu Xie.

Wu Xie once went to the town and found the most famous painter from all over the country. It is said that his ancestor was the royal painter of the palace, specializing in painting all the three thousand beauties in the harem for the emperor. Now that I was invited by Wu Xie, I just wanted to draw a child's smile and innocent look. Unfortunately, I don't have a camera now, otherwise Wu Xie wouldn't settle for the second best and choose to paint with a pen.

Looking at the painting in his hand, Wu Xie said sincerely: "It's not one-tenth as cute as my child."

The painter was an old man over eighty years old. Hearing this, he puffed his beard and stared, cursing secretly for being ignorant.

He has drawn seven pictures, but none of them are satisfactory. "You are just here to entertain me!"

The child smiled stingily towards the person Wu Xie thought of. No matter how much Wu Xie tried to coax him, he would not smile.

But after that day, a sketch of two people was hung in the center of the lobby.

It’s Wu Xie with a bright smile,

and the slightly indifferent little brother on his lap.

(ps: Ahhhhhhh! Wedding photos!!!)