Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

The child needed a total of three bottles of water to be dripped, and the dripping time was long. After the fat man paid the fee and came back, Wu Xie took the list and let the fat man go back first. There was no need for the three of them to stay here, which would only make this already small room even more crowded.

"That's fine! I'll go back and cook for you. I'll be back to eat after the drip." The fat man nodded and said, "Call me if you have anything."

Wu Xie watched the fat man leave, turned around to look at Zhang Qiling, and opened his mouth, wanting to ask him if he wanted to go back with the fat man, fearing that he would feel bored here.

But Zhang Qiling had spontaneously found an angle with an excellent view and started to daydream.

Yes, this guy can stare at the ceiling for a whole day. He has preconceived ideas. You can't always impose your own ideas on this guy!

Wu Xie warned himself like this.

This is the same reason why your parents think you are cold!

Zhang Qiling leaned quietly against the window of the ward. His figure seemed a little thin in the sunlight, and a long, narrow shadow stretched on the ground. He stood with his hands folded across his chest, his eyes calm and deep, as if he could see through the glass, staring straight at the pedestrians downstairs.

People were hurrying by on the street below.

There are young figures and old faces...

There are people who are wearing beautiful clothes and flying out of the hospital gate like a magpie, and their bodies are recovering; there are also people who are wearing hospital gowns and have lifeless faces. Their eyes are empty and blank, and they look up at the sky lifelessly, probably wondering whether they can survive this winter. They are like the withered leaves, shivering in the cold wind and may be blown down at any time.

The years have left deep marks on their faces. Every step they take seems heavy and slow, exhausting all their strength.

Zhang Qiling looked at them, as if he was looking into their numb gazes through the glass.

His eyes followed the passers-by silently, as if he was looking for something in them.

What are you looking for?

Hospitals are always the places where you can see all kinds of life, and the places closest to death. People's birth, aging, illness and death, the ugly aspects of the world follow one after another...

The world outside the window seemed like a silent movie, and Zhang Qiling was a quiet audience. His thoughts may have drifted far away, deep in his heart, thinking about the meaning and value of life. At this moment, he was isolated from the hustle and bustle of the outside world and immersed in his own world.

Zhang Qiling has forgotten many important people and things. Occasionally, a few scattered memories from the past would flash through his mind, without a beginning or an end, and only added to his troubles.

Wu Xie sat on a small stool, holding his chin, and occasionally looked up to see the speed of the drip, then looked at the unconscious child on the bed, and gently stroked his forehead. It was winter, and the child was sweating a lot. Wu Xie slowly combed away the hair on the child's face with his hands, and after confirming that the child's temperature did not rise again, he finally took a sneak peek at Zhang Qiling, who was standing by the window and was coated with a layer of golden light by the sun.

With his chin supported by his hand, he wondered aimlessly what Zhang Qiling was thinking about at this moment.

It seems that the guy has become more and more taciturn recently. He often cannot understand the looks in his eyes, as if he is hiding something.

But now Wu Xie is not curious at all and no longer stubbornly asks for an answer. Perhaps it is due to his growth in the past ten years.

When the young man is willing to tell him, maybe I will be able to get a glimpse of it.

Wu Xie thought so and kept staring at Zhang Qiling with his head turned.

The room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. The relationship between them was so close that even without greeting each other, they would not feel awkward or uncomfortable. On the contrary, this quiet atmosphere made them more comfortable and enjoy this moment of peace.

But perhaps too many bizarre things happened today, and the small bottle from decades ago was lying in front of him.

Is this a conspiracy? An open conspiracy? Or a coincidence?

Wu Xie didn't know that many of the things he had experienced in his life could not be explained by science, and the same is true today.

"What are you looking at?" Wu Xie was the first one who couldn't stand the silence in the room and asked, looking at the silent figure by the window.

Zhang Qiling retracted his gaze, looked back at Wu Xie and shook his head, "Nothing."

As Zhang Qiling moved, the air in the ward, which had almost solidified, began to flow again, and the noise on the other side of the wall finally broke through the invisible barrier and rushed in.

Wu Xie felt that he had finally returned to the world.

Zhang Qiling raised his leg and walked towards Wu Xie, and the sun consciously shone a beam of holy light on him from behind.

Wu Xie felt that every step the young man took seemed to fall on his heart and step into his heart.

It turns out that handsome guys can still win people's hearts even if they are wearing chicken long johns and slippers.

(I have something to say: Wake up! Wu Xie! Wake up! Open your eyes and take a good look. Your filter is too thick. You can fall in love with this guy in one second even when he is wearing long johns. Can you be more ambitious?)

Just like what is said in those novels, the protagonist’s appearance comes with lighting effects and BGM.

Wu Xie thought of the descriptions in those books and laughed nonsensically.

He was born to be the protagonist, strong, calm, steady and reliable, and I couldn't catch up with him even after ten years of chasing him.

Wu Xie sighed, feeling that he was probably assigned a script that only played a cannon fodder supporting role.

Zhang Qiling stopped beside Wu Xie and looked down at him.

As he wished, Wu Xie looked up at Zhang Qiling.

Silent gaze,

suddenly!

Zhang Qiling reached out and touched Wu Xie's slender neck. There was a scar there, a scar that could not be removed...

The scar seemed to be telling him in a ferocious voice: You see, human life is so fragile. If it were just a little deeper, just a little bit deeper, there would be no Wu Xie in this world.

If it were anyone else, Wu Xie would have been able to dodge this. In the past ten years, there have been many people who wanted to kill him, and in recent years, there have been even more. If he didn't even have the ability to dodge, he would have been finished long ago.

Just because this was someone he could trust, Wu Xie let it happen.

Zhang Qiling didn't use much strength, but gently stroked his throat, which made Wu Xie feel a little itchy. He thought the boy was teasing him, so he shrank his neck and pretended to be annoyed, "Are you touching the puppy?"

Zhang Qiling said "hmm" silently.

Wu Xie widened his eyes in surprise and pursed his lips, feeling that the young man had become a bad guy recently.

I learned all this from those crappy books!!!

He wants to confiscate them all and never show them to the young man again!

(ps: You also watched

→_→）

He gnashed his teeth and said depressedly: "You are the puppy!"

"Yeah, okay." Zhang Qiling responded.