Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Wu Xie kept mumbling for a long time, wondering why there was no movement, so he looked sideways.

"Ho! Good guy."

He slept so soundly.

I kept mumbling for a long time.

"He is really my ancestor."

The days passed in such an orderly manner. Occasionally, if the child had a small bruise on his face or body, Wu Xie would turn a blind eye or close one eye and only apply medicine without asking any questions.

Although he felt distressed, he didn't bother Zhang Qiling because of it.

Growth always requires paying some price, not these wounds, but other things.

Instead of it happening in the future where he can't see it, it's better to take advantage of it now. At least he knows and he will feel bad, so that everything is still under control.

Wu Xie summed up a truth from various personal experiences in the past.

If you can't be with him forever, don't hinder his growth.

Because in the days when you can't see him, he will fall even worse...

Wu Xie put down the medicine bottle in his hand and said, "Brother, come on, let's measure your height. You seem to have grown a little taller."

The child jumped out of bed and stood close to the corner.

There are many lines and lines on the wall. Wu Xie took the stone and added another stroke.

Wu Xie gestured with his hands and said in surprise: "Brother, you are growing so fast now, you will soon reach 70 centimeters!"

Listening to this number, the child seemed a little dissatisfied and asked: "Uncle, how tall are you?"

"Me? I have 181." Wu Xie stood against the wall with the child in his arms, "Here, you can also draw a line for me."

The child compared Wu Xie's head, and selfishly pushed his hair down to compare with Wu Xie's height. Then he drew a line on the wall, "When I am that tall, I will be an adult."

"Yes. You have to grow up slowly. Growing up is not good at all."

"But when you grow up, I can protect you." The child replied naturally: "If you are weak, you will be bullied. Only when you are as tall as you can I protect you."

Wu Xie bumped noses with him in a funny way, "You're so good, uncle's love for you is not in vain."

The child then asked with some uncertainty: "Uncle, will you grow old? Probably not?"

"Yes, why won't I grow old? I'm not from your Zhang family."

"Then I don't want to grow up!" the child said quickly, without any hesitation.

"I don't want to grow up. Uncle, please don't grow old either. I can't let you go."

The child's reluctance to say this made Wu Xie's eyes red.

But what to do, he will just leave,

It just gets old.

"Brother, many things cannot be decided by what you think or don't think about." Wu Xie's voice was clear and his eyes were empty and long, as if that day had come, comforting the child, "Life is short, but we can use this limited time." Time can do many things, and we can cherish every minute.”

"I don't want it." The child was a little stubborn.

"Okay, okay, you don't want it." Wu Xie happened to not want to fight with him to the death on these matters, so he said casually: "Go write a diary. You haven't written today's diary yet."

Wu Xie could read the child's diary twice at first, but gradually the words written by the child became more and more difficult to read, as if he had invented his own language. Wu Xie realized that the child did not want him to read it. , gradually stopped looking at it, as long as the children can develop the good habit of keeping a diary.

"Brother, this winter will be over soon. When will I be able to finish knitting these gloves?"

The child who was writing at his desk said without raising his head: "If you can't catch up this year, then wear it next year."

next year?

Wu Xie smiled.

Can he really stay until next year?

These days were getting smoother and smoother as time went by, but Wu Xie felt a little uneasy in his heart.

He learned this knitting technique from the elder sister who waited for her children to finish class.

Knitting gloves is indeed a technical job. Even though he had already knitted a scarf, he was still stumped by the gloves. He knitted and knitted and took them apart, but he couldn't weave well. But anyway, he was idle, so he just knitted gloves. Always thinking about leaving something for the children.

After all, they are just thoughts.

Spring is cold.

Spring is approaching, and the weather is getting colder.

The water surface had melted a lot, and ice had re-frozen.

Wu Xie wrapped the shivering child into his coat, "It's so miserable that you have to go to class on such a cold day. You have to keep warm in class. Don't take off your clothes when it's hot, otherwise the wind will blow." I catch a cold just by blowing it.”

"I know." The child's voice sounded loud and angry through his clothes, "Uncle, don't come to pick me up from school this afternoon. It's too cold. I'll go back by myself."

"That's not possible! Other children have parents to pick them up, so you have to." Wu Xie refused without thinking, "What's more, the colder it is, the more I have to pick you up! It's so cold for you to walk back alone. , your legs are short and you walk slowly."

The child kicked his feet in protest.

"Okay, okay." Wu Xie touched his head and smiled: "Go to class, don't be late, I will pick you up in the afternoon."

"it is good."

The child was wrapped up like a ball by Wu Xie. He was wearing thick clothes and could barely see his legs~like a moving fat ball.

As soon as you enter, you take off your inner and outer layers of clothes and stretch your muscles.

Wearing too much will affect his fight.

The Zhang family's curriculum is very compact. In the morning, they will learn about strange people and strange things, the Five Elements and Bagua, and Feng Shui acupoints. In the afternoon, the children who have just entered school will receive some high-intensity physical training and fighting skills. The more experienced children will be taken to Inside a small house, they didn't know what they were doing, but the fear on their faces was real, as if they were about to be stripped of their bones and cramped. The screams Wu Xie occasionally heard outside came from inside.

"Look at him, he's prettier than Cuicui, and his mother must be prettier too. No wonder he's so obsessed with his father that he doesn't even want to inherit the family inheritance, and he doesn't hesitate to give birth to a bastard like him."

"That's it."

"It would be great to give birth to a girl. She is good-looking. How can we still allow her to give birth to a boy? Why should she be so beautiful?"

"Yes, yes! Hahahaha."

The child looked at the group of people indifferently. They were all fatherless and motherless people. He didn't know that they were more noble. At first, he would get angry and fight, but later he found out that these malicious intentions seemed to surround him from all directions and beat him. This one, there will be another one, and then they realized that they were just jealous.

They will feel better when he is angry and hurt.

These malicious intentions were not only directed at him, but also at Wu Xie, a complete outsider.

Pretending not to hear anything, he stepped over.

Turn a blind eye to these deliberate remarks.

"Eh? You!"

Some people are not happy with the child's calmness and self-possession.

"Forget it, we can't beat him."

"Yes, forget it..."

The Zhang family cannot judge their minds by appearance. These children may only look young, but in fact they are very sophisticated.

Even if they are unhappy, they will not deliberately seek a fight. After all, they made mistakes and no one is protecting them...