Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

The two elderly people in the family had the habit of taking a nap. After lunch, they went back to their room to rest, leaving the three refugees watching TV in the living room.

The fat man yawned and asked Wu Xie, "Xiao Tianzhen, are you sleepy?"

Wu Xie nodded weakly. He had gotten up too early in the morning and felt a little sleepy.

The two went to see the young man together and found that he had fallen asleep.

"Go to my room and take a nap." Wu Xie said, turning off the TV.

The fat man simply lay down on the sofa and said, "Can your bed accommodate three people? You and the little brother can sleep on it, and I, the fat man, will just stay on the sofa."

Wu Xie thought so too, so he called Zhang Qiling, "Little brother."

Zhang Qiling quickly opened his eyes and looked at Wu Xie inquiringly.

"Come with me and sleep on the bed." Wu Xie said.

The fat man closed his eyes and let out a muffled laugh. Tian Zhen's words were too ambiguous.

Wu Xie opened the door, grabbed the quilt and smelled it. Fortunately, there was no smell. It must be cleaned regularly.

He lived in this house from childhood to adulthood, and until he graduated from university, he moved into Wushanju. It can be said that he spent half of his first half of his life living here, half in Wushanju, and the rest of his time running around, and he rarely set foot here.

The one who left a strong trace of life here was the innocent Wu Xie.

It was his childhood, adolescence and youth, not this uncle who is nearly 40 years old.

"Hey, little guy, this is where I used to live. The bed is a little small, so let's make do with it and sleep together for a while." Wu Xie said, turning on the air conditioner, kicking off his slippers, crawling into the quilt, and yawning sleepily.

"Don't be disgusted, just treat it like your own home. I'm going to sleep first."

Wu Xie turned over, and soon his breathing became steady. He began to snore softly and slept soundly.

Although Wu Xie didn't say anything, it is undeniable that this small room is indeed a place that gives him a lot of sense of security and allows him to sleep well.

Zhang Qiling sat down on the small bed and watched Wu Xie try his best to stay close to the inner wall before sleeping to leave space for him. His curiosity about this room made him unable to sleep.

But he also knew that Wu Xie invited him in as a sign of trust in him, and he really shouldn't be in such a special place, rummaging through his things and prying into his privacy without his permission.

After a struggle between his conscience and his desire for Wu Xie, Zhang Qiling's inner care for Wu Xie finally overcame his secret curiosity. He lay sideways on the bed, resting his head on his arms, and slowly looked at the things that were in plain sight and that he could see at a glance.

Put it outside = not a secret = you can look at it at will

Think about why this thing appears here, who gave it to him, or did he buy it with the pocket money he had saved for a long time?

Think about what kind of personality Wu Xie had in the past and what his preferences were.

He developed many associations based on the things in front of him, all about Wu Xie. His thinking was so active that even he himself found it incredible.

Zhang Qiling even felt that he could start writing a fictitious biography about Wu Xie.

Unfortunately, he couldn't tell the difference between true and false, false and true...

I can't remember either...

He couldn't tell whether his love for Wu Xie was real or fake, and couldn't remember when this love started, when it flourished, or when it blossomed...

It seems that all that is left in his life is the future, a future with Wu Xie...

Don't ask about the way back.

Zhang Qiling managed to collect his scattered thoughts. He couldn't fall asleep, but he didn't force himself to fall asleep either. He stood up, glanced at Wu Xie, then opened the door and went out.

He could already hear the sounds of Wu's father and mother getting busy.

When Wu Xie woke up after a good sleep, the sun had already set. He stretched lazily, and his soft bones made a series of crisp sounds. Wu Xie moaned in comfort.

"Bro?"

Wu Xie rubbed his eyes, sat up, and found that there was no one in the room. He looked at the time again, "Damn! How come it's five o'clock already!"

He slept for four hours?!

Wu Xie turned over and went downstairs, and saw his parents and the fat boy sitting at the dining table making dumplings.

The living room was filled with the aroma of dumpling stuffing. Wu Xie moved his nose and took a sniff.

Mm—it’s filled with leeks.

A group of people were talking and laughing. Making people laugh has always been the fat man's strong point. There are only people he doesn't want to deal with, and there is no topic that the fat man cannot intervene in.

At least when it comes to making his parents happy, Wu Xie is not as good as Fatty.

The TV volume was a little loud, and it should be playing a new variety show. Wu Xie hadn't paid attention to these for a long time, so he didn't know what kind of show it was. Except for a few familiar faces that he had seen on TV when he was a child, he didn't recognize anyone else.

No one noticed Wu Xie for a moment, but Fatty was the first to notice him and joked, "Oh, our chef is finally awake."

"You know how to pick the time well. The dumplings will be out of the pot soon. You can pick up the ready ones and eat them. My hands are almost leaving afterimages from making them." The fat man held up the dumplings in his hand in a funny way. With his nimble hands, a plump handmade dumpling took shape, as if he had mastered it by practice.

"By the time you wake up and cook, we'll probably all starve to death!"

Wu Xie sat down on the stool next to the young man with amusement, picked up the remaining dumpling wrappers, and hurried to join in the dumpling-making process. He asked Zhang Qiling, "Why didn't you call me?"

The young man didn't even need to answer the question, the fat man answered first: "Why should I call you? I don't want to wake you up."

Wu Xie glared at him: Fatty! Be more restrained in front of my parents.

Mother Wu smiled, and sincerely thought that it was great that Wu Xie could make such a friend. "Xiao Xie, don't listen to Xiao Wang. I was worried that you slept too much and couldn't sleep at night, so I wanted to wake you up, but Xiao Wang wouldn't let me. He said that it was rare for you to sleep so soundly, and you must be missing home. He wouldn't let me wake you up no matter what."

"What did Xiao Wang say?" Wu's mother looked at Wu Yiqiong and asked.

Wu Yiqiong then began to imitate the fat man's tone in a serious manner: "Sleep! Let him sleep well! If the sky falls, I, Fatty, will hold it up!"

"Brother Wu, there's no one like you!" The fat man threw the dumpling wrapper down, quit and said angrily.

"Ha ha ha ha......"

Wu Xie also laughed and glanced at the fat man teasingly.

"Mom, why do you make so many dumplings?"

"I'll bring some back for you to eat. You three live together, so when you don't have time to cook, just cook some. This much food will last you a long time if you keep it in the refrigerator." Mother Wu said happily, "Xiao Wang said that you guys won't leave in the future, so that's great. You live so close, so just tell me what you want to eat in the future, and I'll make it and send it to you."

This made Wu Xie feel like he was back in junior high school, when his mother came to deliver lunch every day under the scorching sun. He said, "That's too much trouble. How old are we? You can take care of yourself, so just relax."

Mother Wu disagreed, "You three grown men, how can you be as careful as us women? What would a family be like without women? In my opinion, you three should get married and start a family sooner, and find a..."

Wu Xie: "Oh! Mom! You started it again!"

"Okay, okay, let's stop talking and eat dumplings~"