Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

So this time, he didn't wake up until Wu Xie squatted in front of Zhang Qiling, and with the faint light, he lay in front of the sofa and looked at Zhang Qiling quietly for a long time.

Look at his smooth forehead, the broken hair on his temples, the long eyelashes, the straight nose tip, the moist thin lips...

Wu Xie squatted there for a long while like a pervert, feeling that he could never see enough.

Suddenly, the thin lips opened, and Wu Xie seemed to be hooked away. He moved closer, and when they were about to touch, Wu Xie suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Wu Xie?" Zhang Qiling called out softly, his voice hoarse from just waking up.

He touched the dark figure squatting in front of him, regained consciousness, propped up his upper body and sat up, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wu Xie woke up as if from a dream. He covered his face in panic and smiled awkwardly. However, it was too dark around him, so Zhang Qiling probably couldn't see his flattering smile. "I can't sleep."

"Do you want to go out for a walk?" Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie's expression in the faint light coming in from outside. He could almost see through him at a glance, leaving Wu Xie nowhere to hide, so he asked.

Wu Xie was a little tempted, but he felt embarrassed after thinking about it. It didn't seem very kind to pull someone out of the warm bed and let him blow the cold wind. "It seems very cold outside... I wonder if it's still raining... Why don't you continue to sleep..."

How could Zhang Qiling not hear the intention in his tone, but he was embarrassed to bother him with his struggle, so he stood up naturally and turned on the light in the living room. He had already done it before Wu Xie could stop him.

Once the lights are on, even the most sleepy person will no longer feel sleepy, and people in the dark will have nowhere to hide.

Zhang Qiling opened the window and looked outside, then said to Wu Xie calmly, "Wu Xie, it's snowing."

Wu Xie was surprised. He didn't expect that the first snow in Hangzhou would come so early this year. He wanted to stand up, but his legs felt a little numb. He stood up shakily and fell back on the sofa like a child who had just learned to walk.

Zhang Qiling came over and massaged Wu Xie's legs, then led him to the window.

The cold wind brought in crystal snowflakes and hit their faces. Wu Xie felt cold but also refreshed, so he wanted to go out for a night walk even more.

He looked at Zhang Qiling with burning eyes and said, "Brother, let's go out for a walk."

"Um,"

Zhang Qiling responded and went to get him clothes.

"call--"

Just coming out of the warm room, Wu Xie was blown by the biting cold wind and was gasping for breath. He stamped his feet repeatedly to keep away the cold.

The scarf covered most of his face. Wu Xie pulled it down with his gloved hands and asked, "Brother, are you really not going to put on two more layers of clothes? It's really cold outside."

As he opened his mouth, white smoke came out as he spoke.

The fog blurred Wu Xie's vision, so he could only vaguely see that Zhang Qiling seemed to shake his head.

"I'm not cold."

A warm hand reached out and touched Wu Xie's frozen face, helped him put on the scarf he had pulled down, adjusted the hat on Wu Xie's head, and made sure that the hat protected Wu Xie's ears before putting down his hand.

"Go?" Zhang Qiling whispered.

Wu Xie nodded.

The two of them walked side by side along Gushan Road, slowly moving forward. Zhang Qiling walked on the side close to the lake to prevent Wu Xie from being careless and accidentally falling into the lake.

It was dark and there was no one on the road, but with Zhang Qiling there, Wu Xie didn't feel scared at all.

On the contrary, I feel the same excitement and thrill as when I was a child, sneaking out and leaving the group to explore during a spring outing.

The city's road planning has been very good now. Not only are there newly transplanted sycamore trees standing on both sides of the road, but there are also street lamps. The warm yellow light shines on the ground, illuminating the surroundings, lighting the direction for the two people to go and guiding the way.

So that the two of them would not accidentally fall into the cold lake because they could not see the road clearly.

The lake was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.

Wu Xie suddenly asked Zhang Qiling: "Brother, you said that the West Lake is so big, is there an ancient tomb hidden underneath?"

It's very confusing. Maybe it's an occupational disease. I find everything suspicious.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Xie murmured to himself, "It shouldn't be, the lake is still too shallow..."

Zhang Qiling just listened to Wu Xie's chatter in silence. At times like this, it was usually enough to just listen, as he usually didn't need to answer.

This is a tacit understanding between them.

Wu Xie looked up at the sky, stretched out his hand, and caught a swirling snowflake with his palm facing up. He held it in front of Zhang Qiling and shouted happily, "Brother! Look, I caught it!"

"Um,"

Zhang Qiling just looked at the trace of water left by the melted ice and snow on Wu Xie's palm, without any intention of reaching out his hand to make the same childish move as Wu Xie.

Wu Xie had no choice but to grab his hand, spread out his open palm, and hold his wrist to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky. However, perhaps because the temperature of his palm was too high, the snowflakes turned into water as soon as they fell into his palm, before he could even appreciate them.

Wu Xie laughed at him and took off one of his gloves and gave it to Zhang Qiling, "You won't get melted if you put on the gloves."

The furry glove fit Zhang Qiling's left hand perfectly.

Zhang Qiling moved his hands, feeling a little uncomfortable with the feeling of having something on his hands.

He couldn't wear this kind of full-finger glove because of his hairy fingers on his right hand. After all, no normal person's fingers are as long.

But those fingerless gloves can still be worn.

Wu Xie thought so.

If I have time, I can knit a pair of gloves for him.

He didn't finish knitting the pair of shoes that winter, and he didn't know whether Little Pingzi wore them or whether they were the right size.

Probably not.

After all, he disappeared before he finished weaving.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Qiling touched the corner of Wu Xie's eye with his ungloved hand and asked.

"Nothing, I just suddenly remembered something." Wu Xie shook his head, cheered himself up, stopped thinking about those random things, and immediately became full of energy, shouting to the dark night sky: "Charge!"

Zhang Qiling: "..."

What are you rushing for?

We are here for a walk =_=

A middle-aged man who is still full of second-rate spirit at an old age - evil

It's a bit of a contrast.

"Are you cold?" Zhang Qiling asked, reaching out his hand, which was hanging naturally at his side, to touch Wu Xie's ungloved hand.

Feeling that Wu Xie's hands were cold, he wanted to take off the gloves that Wu Xie had put on him earlier and put them back on Wu Xie's hands.

"Hey, don't!" Wu Xie raised his arm to block it and shouted, "I won't wear it! I'm not cold!!!"

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie in confusion, not understanding why someone who was willing to wear gloves just now was unwilling to do so now.

"not cold?"

Wu Xie nodded frantically.

"Don't wear it?"

Wu Xie nodded even more frantically.

Zhang Qiling sighed. In fact, Wu Xie was the one who was more difficult to discipline than a child like Xiao Naiping.

I won’t force him. If Wu Xie doesn’t want to wear it, then he won’t wear it.

Zhang Qiling put the gloves in his pocket.

Wu Xie's eyes widened slightly in shock, as if the development of the situation was beyond his expectations. He looked at the back of Zhang Qiling's bare hand and asked, "Why don't you continue to wear it?"

Zhang Qiling looked at him inquiringly, "What's wrong?"

"I'm not cold."

Wu Xie suddenly started to make a scene, like a little kid, being unreasonable and outspoken, shouting out whatever was on his mind, "Why don't you wear them? I just want you to wear the same gloves as me!!!"

"Okay," Zhang Qiling nodded, took out the gloves again, and when he was about to put them on, he suddenly looked at Wu Xie who had been staring at his hands, like a little puppy staring at his food, guarding it very closely.

"Do you want to help me?" Zhang Qiling asked.

Wu Xie nodded quickly, like a chick pecking at rice, so cute.

Obviously, he was very happy.

Wu Xie took the gloves, as if he was holding a unique ceremony in the dark night, at the beginning of Christmas, under the witness of the first snow.

Carefully putting gloves on Zhang Qiling, Wu Xie felt a sense of satisfaction when he saw Zhang Qiling wearing the gloves he had worn.

this time,

Wu Xie finally understood the plots in the novels that he once scoffed at.

It turns out that when the domineering president sees the heroine wearing his clothes, he will be seduced into a beastly state. This is not an exaggeration, but a realistic description method.

It really feels different.

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie like this, feeling both amused and helpless, happy and distressed. He poked Wu Xie's face with the fur on his gloves, making it look like he was stroking Wu Xie's cheek with his hand.

Perhaps behind this action, he wanted to touch Wu Xie's heart unscrupulously.

They continued walking, and Wu Xie unconsciously moved closer to Zhang Qiling, enjoying the time walking side by side with him.

Although it was really safe to follow Zhang Qiling and walk behind him, Wu Xie still enjoyed the wonderful feeling of walking side by side with Zhang Qiling, facing difficulties together, and going through life and death together.

It's going to be fascinating.

Suddenly, bigger snowflakes began to float in the sky.

Wu Xie excitedly reached out to catch it, feeling the wonderful touch of the snowflakes melting in his hands.

Yelling, "Hey, bro! Do you think this snow can be piled up on the ground? Today is Christmas and I want to build a snowman!"

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie's childlike behavior, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He stopped and gently brushed off the snow on Wu Xie's body.

Answer: "Yes."

Wu Xie, what you think is what I wish...

Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qiling, his eyes sparkling and he smiled happily.

Zhang Qiling looked at him and stood still. The heavy snow falling in front of his eyes seemed to have disappeared. There was only Wu Xie in his eyes. It seemed that as long as he had Wu Xie in his eyes, everything else was just passing clouds and could no longer enter his eyes.

Zhang Qiling licked his suddenly dry lips, unable to resist the urge to do something, but in the end he held back.

"Are you happy today?" Zhang Qiling asked Wu Xie who ran back to him.

Wu Xie nodded affirmatively, "It feels a bit like going back to college, skipping classes with friends to go out and play games and eat barbecue. There are only two of us in the entire West Lake now. Don't you think it's exciting and fun?"

Is it...stimulating?

This is not as thrilling as any random tomb.

"Wu Xie," Zhang Qiling shouted.

"Ok?"

"It seems..." Zhang Qiling pointed to the camera on the wall that moved along with their footsteps and said to Wu Xie, "There are more than just the two of us."

Wu Xie sneered disdainfully and raised his middle finger to the camera in a cocky manner, "What are you looking at? Look again?! If you look again, I will tear you apart and throw you into the lake!"

"Turn around!"

Zhang Qiling clenched his fist, covered his lips, coughed twice, suppressed his smile, touched Wu Xie's neck, and motioned him to calm down, "Did you drink before going out?"

Wu Xie glanced at him suspiciously, "Of course not."

How come it's like being drunk?

Zhang Qiling wondered what had happened that made Wu Xie so angry.

(Of course it’s late at night, when it’s dark and I’m going out for a walk with you~~~)

"I don't care, there are only two of us here, and the person behind the camera doesn't count as a human!!!" Wu Xie shouted.

Zhang Qiling nodded affirmatively.

All the houses they encountered along the way were occupied. Seeing Wu Xie shouting like that, Zhang Qiling felt that he was disturbing others.

She patted the top of his head soothingly and said, "Be good. Can we keep our voices down?"

oops,

Finished!

This time Wu Xie felt that he was really drunk, otherwise why did he feel dizzy and about to faint?

"Let's go, let's ignore them!" Wu Xie pretended to pull Zhang Qiling forward.

The sky gradually brightened, the morning dew condensed into frost, and the temperature became even lower.

Zhang Qiling helped Wu Xie tidy up his clothes and put his cold hands into his pockets.

There are gradually more people on the road, they are people who got up early in the morning to exercise.

People who love morning exercises will never miss it even if it is windy or rainy, let alone a little snow. Looking at the other person stretching his limbs in the cold wind wearing light and tight clothes, he is the strong man that Wu Xie envies.

It is true that their generation is not as good as the old and not as good as the young.

(Fatty: Wrong! You are the only one born in the 70s who is holding back!)

Wu Xie felt that what they were doing was a bit strange. It would not be nice if someone saw grown men holding hands, so he struggled to pull his hands free.

Zhang Qiling quickly grabbed his hand which was inserted into his pocket and held it firmly in his pocket, preventing him from moving.

"Let go..." Wu Xie whispered, "Someone is watching us, this is not good!"

Then Wu Xie watched the man who had been peeking at them walk up and say a few words to Zhang Qiling in a friendly manner.

Wu Xie was surprised when he heard this.

I didn’t expect that the guy would meet several acquaintances when he went out for a morning run every day.

There were a few people who passed by Zhang Qiling and nodded to them before, which was fine, but now there is another person who comes up to chat?

Making friends, is this?

Wu Xie was curious about what Zhang Qiling could talk about with others, so he listened carefully.

Most of the time it was that person who was talking, and Zhang Qiling just gave a cold response.

Hot face against cold butt.

Wu Xie curled his lips.