Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

"Boom, boom, boom...oh, oh, oh, oh, oh..."

"Jingle Bell--"

In the distance, Wu Xie heard some noises, as if he was doing something.

Wondering in my heart,

After counting with my fingers, I suddenly remembered that today is the Tibetan people's annual God's Advent Festival. On this day, Tibetans will pay homage to the Buddha, do good deeds, and chant sutras...

It is a grand prayer ceremony.

No wonder the other party brought outsiders into their territory so easily.

Wu Xie was still surprised at first. After all, the more remote the villages were in the mountains and old forests, the more exclusive they became.

For such a xenophobic ethnic group like the Tibetans, they were brought in so easily. It was hard not to feel that there was some conspiracy.

After all, this is not an era where communism is important and 56 ethnic groups are one family.

Now it seems that they are lucky. Tibetans believe that doing good deeds on this day can accumulate karma for the coming year and bring peace and success.

"There will be a flowing feast tonight, why don't you join us? It's been a long time since we celebrated the Advent Festival, right?" The man must have taken Wu Xie back to his home, and he started looking for things in a familiar way, and finally picked out two Tibetan robes. Passed it to Wu Xie, "Wear this, it will keep you warm."

Wu Xie took it and thanked him. He walked down the slope and said with emotion: "Yes, it's been a long time. I went out with my parents when I was very young. I haven't been back for many years. I almost forgot."

This is the character Wu Xie has set for himself at the moment. It is not easy to expose and is more reasonable.

After all, both he and the child looked like foreigners at first glance, and they did seem out of place among this group of rough guys.

"Uncle..." When he was alone, the child spoke and called Wu Xie in a low voice.

"I didn't hide it from you on purpose, you didn't even ask.

Stop being so sad, let's go to the place where you were born, okay? Wu Xie smiled, touched his soft hair, and took off his clothes for him, "Come on!" We put on our clothes. The national costumes were very beautiful and beautiful. "

Wu Xie's words came true. The simple and elegant Tibetan robe was worn on the child, and he looked like a delicate and reserved young master from the Mongolian tribe.

"It's so beautiful." Wu Xie stretched out two fingers, pinched the child's cheek, and looked at his little face with a smile.

I don’t know if I’m praising this person,

Or clothes.

The robe made of animal skin was indeed warmer and more comfortable than the coat. Wu Xie sighed in comfort after being frozen for a day.

"Let's go and see what we can do. We can't just take it for granted."

Wu Xie led the child out.

Perhaps considering that Wu Xie came on this special day, even if there were dissatisfied Tibetans, they didn't say much.

What's more, Wu Xie spoke Tibetan with an authentic local accent. Although the meaning of the words was slightly different, there was no problem with basic communication, which made many people take the initiative to chat and inquire. outside world.

These people may never leave the snowfield where they live for the rest of their lives.

In the ice and snow, the fire was raging, and dry branches were constantly thrown into the fire pit, making thunderous sounds. The surrounding snow melted, revealing the soaked soil.

A group of people, standing or sitting, chatted around the fire, sang and danced, and the jingling bells kept ringing.

Wu Xie was lying on the messy land. After drinking a few glasses of highland barley wine brewed by Tibetans, he felt a little confused.

It turns out that everyone gets drunk even if they are not drunk with wine.

In this lively and laughing atmosphere, Wu Xie lay quietly, wearing a blood-red Tibetan robe, like the coquettish Bianhua flower blooming in the white snow, and even the surrounding air seemed to be silent for a moment.

His snow-white cheeks were stained with a few traces of scarlet. He was noisy by the sound of the bell and had a stress-like headache. He put his hand on his forehead to cover his deeply raised eyebrows.

I don’t know which girl took the little brother away, and there is no trace of him...

"Qi Yu, what are you doing lying here?" The man who brought them back during the day came up with a dark brown wine bag and asked.

"Are you drunk?"

"Well..." Wu Xie made a sound of unknown meaning in his throat, and looked up lazily at him. The ends of his eyes were red from the heat, as if he had just cried.

Because they were soaked in wine and under the firelight, they kissed her with her shiny red lips and denied it vaguely.

"No, the noise makes me have a headache."

Give people a kind of

I feel drunk but refuse to admit it.

Duoji smiled and did not argue with the drunkard. He took out a long stick from his waist and handed it to Wu Xie, "Do you want to smoke?"

Wu Xie narrowed his eyes and glanced at him.

Unexpectedly, this dark-skinned boy is also a heavy smoker.

That's right.

Boy!

Tibetans eat more beef and mutton, and the altitude of the plateau is also high. They are exposed to wind and sun all day long, which makes them look taller and taller. They look like they have gone through a lot of vicissitudes, but they are actually only half the size of a child.

Wu Xie held his head, sat up slowly, took the cigarette rod, and said unconsciously: "Why are you smoking at such a young age?"

Duo Jihan smiled and handed the dried tobacco to Wu Xie.

Wu Xie unconsciously thought of Li Cu, that stupid kid, who was so ill-intentioned.

Just light the cigarette in the light of the fire.

Wu Xie had seen people of the older generation use this, so although he was not proficient, he was able to light it up at least.

After taking the first puff, Wu Xie was choked by the huge smell of smoke and coughed. The breath rushed straight into his throat and exploded in his lungs.

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

"Take your time, this Yanlie..." Duoji said, patting him on the back.

Wu Xie shook his head slowly. He drank the highland barley wine quietly when he first drank it. He didn't expect it to have such great stamina. His brain, numbed by the alcohol, even slowed down his thinking.

He thought a little naively and proudly:

Master, me!

What cigarettes have you never smoked?

"Ahem..." Wu Xie bit the cigarette holder lightly and took another puff without believing anything evil.

Squint your eyes in enjoyment, feel the pain of the smoke passing through your lungs, and then exhale slowly.

A beautiful eye circle was hanging in the air, blown by the cold wind! It dissipated, leaving only the choking smell of smoke.

Duoji gave him a thumbs up and said, "Awesome."

Someone not far away called Dorje, and he responded and ran away.

In this open space, only Wu Xie was left alone.

Wu Xie put one hand behind his back and the other hand on the cigarette rod, leaning half up and looking up at the stars in the sky.

On the plateau, even the stars seem within reach...

The glasses of wine mingled with each other, the laughter and laughter seemed to be shielded by an invisible magnetic field, and Wu Xie was surrounded by the aura of loneliness.

Single-handedly, he caused the Wang family to fall apart; on the ground? Underground, everyone was frightened by the news of the Evil Emperor. It was only at this time that he showed a little loneliness and confusion.

What he should do...

What can and cannot be done...

All done...

Still can't wait for that person to come back,

No one needs him anymore.

The fat man does not need the innocent and innocent; the little flower does not need the intrigues and intrigues of Wu Xie; the blind man does not need the apprentice who knows everything...

No need for that anymore...