Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

The child was a little strange when he didn't see the person who was supposed to be waiting outside the door after school.

He cocked his head and looked around, thinking that Wu Xie might be delayed by something, so he stood obediently at the door, waiting for Wu Xie to pick him up.

The winter sun sets early, and soon it gets dark.

The cold wind started to pick up, and the child, who felt a little cold, remembered that he hadn't had time to put on the clothes he had taken off in the morning, so he hurried back to find clothes and put them on.

Wu Xie saw that it was time to talk again.

Thinking like this, the child looked back at the door to make sure that Wu Xie hadn't come yet, and then he continued to put on his clothes with confidence.

The child waited like this, from dark to dawn, and a new day began again.

When Wu Xie didn't come, he felt a little uneasy in his heart. But the longer he waited, the more he felt uneasy. He didn't know what kind of mentality he had, but the child was stubborn and didn't go back, sitting in the cold wind. All night.

the next day.

The crowd was getting thicker, and people were coming and going at the entrance of the training ground. The child moved his numb hands and feet, got up from the steps, and went back to class in silence.

At the door, I saw the group of people whispering yesterday again. For the first time, the child stopped.

Just one night, the cheeks of the plump and plump child who had been raised by Wu Xuan suddenly shriveled up. He looked at the group of whispering people with dark eyes, making them frightened and stopped talking, "What, what's wrong? "

"Qi Yu, do you...remember?"

"Qi Yu?" Several people looked at each other, "Who is he?"

"It's okay, let's go to class." The child floated away like a lonely ghost.

"What's wrong with him? He makes me feel cold and cold, like a ghost."

"I don't know, maybe I took the wrong medicine."

"Look at your potential. He can't jump as high as you. Wear more clothes next time. Why is it cold? It's embarrassing."

The children went to class as usual to study and train.

In the afternoon, I carried my schoolbag and walked home slowly.

His schoolbag was also made by Wu Xie. Everyone else's bags were worn cross-body. Only he wore it on his shoulders and carried it on his back like a bamboo basket. Wu Xie said that this way he would not get tired easily and his shoulders would not be too high or his legs would be too long...

Wu Xie said...

The short walk home became very long, and when we finally arrived, when we entered the house, we were distracted and tripped over the threshold.

He fell to the ground, and his hand was propped on the ground due to unconscious resistance, and several stones were embedded in it.

"Uncle." The child called softly, "I fell..."

No one responded.

"It hurts..."

The child remained lying on his stomach, looking at the blood on his palms, and murmuring in a low voice.

The room was quiet, and no one rushed out to hug him.

"No more..." The teardrop fell on the palm of my hand, and before I could hold it, it quickly slipped away and fell to the ground, leaving only the empty palm.

The child sat on the ground until all the snow around him melted. Then he stood up wearing cotton pants soaked with snow water and walked into the house with red eyes.

The raised shape of the quilt on the bed seemed like someone was still lying on it. The half-knitted gloves beside the bed were still there, but the needles had fallen to the ground.

The child took off his dirty clothes, then slowly climbed into the bed and hid inside.

The quilt Wu Xie had just been exposed to the sun, and even after a day, it still smelled like the sun. Hiding it inside, it felt warm, as if it was carrying Wu Xie's residual warmth.

"uncle……"

He covered his head with the quilt, and the voice coming from across the quilt was a little muffled, "You have to come back early...you left me behind."

The quilt was opened, and a small hand stretched out, fumbled twice, grabbed the knitted gloves beside the bed, withdrew his hand, and tried it on in the dark.

A whole size bigger,

The child finally couldn't restrain himself, clutched his gloves and sobbed softly.

The cry was like that of a kitten that had not yet been weaned. It was whimpering so hard that it was hard to hear, as if it was acting like a baby.

But the people who feel sorry for him can't hear it...

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The cold wind in the morning is biting, but the warm sun at noon in winter makes people feel lazy.

Wu Xie went back to his cage after sleeping. Looking at the beautiful weather, he wanted to go out to bask in the sun.

After drying the quilt, Wu Xie stood in the sun and stretched out comfortably.

"Hmm~ It's comfortable!"

"It's a pity that none of the Zhang family likes to sleep in, so they are destined not to realize it~"

Wu Xie shook his head as he spoke, looking very regretful.

"Yo!"

"Is this busy person finally awake?"

An insinuating voice came from the gate. Wu Xie knew who it was without even looking, and secretly rolled his eyes.

"No, I don't have the leisure of a clan leader like you.

All day long, I was full and had nothing to do, so here I am. "

Wu Xie picked up the chair and put it in front of the stone table. He crossed his legs and sat down. He looked at Er Lang's legs and said nonchalantly: "Waiter, serve the food."

Zhang Haiming, who had been hiding at the door, poked his head out and looked at Zhang Qiling again. Seeing that he didn't refute, he put the vegetable basket he was carrying on the table.

Wu Xie licked his forehead and whispered to Zhang Haiming: "You said you are really free. Are your good ears used to hear if I have gotten up? Can I still have some privacy?"

Zhang Haiming wanted to cry but had no tears.

It’s really unfair!

"It's not me who is idle, it's the clan leader who is too idle."

"It's better to sleep more if you have the time." Wu Xie rolled his eyes, "He's really boring."

"I'm not deaf yet!"

Wu Xie pretended not to hear, covered half of his face with his hands, and asked angrily: "Does your clan leader have a wife?"

Zhang Haiming lowered his head and fiddled with the dishes on the table, and then quickly moved his head for a long time.

Indicated that Wu Xie was not there.

哟、

No wonder you are so free.

"It's time to find a wife for your clan leader~" Wu Xie continued to say angrily: "You are not young anymore, and menopause has arrived."

"Snapped--"

Zhang Qiling closed the wide open door heavily and walked away angrily.

"Mr. Qi, our clan leader also has good intentions, why do you keep pissing him off?" Zhang Haiming couldn't help but ask.

"No!" Wu Xie stretched out his hand to stop him, saying that he didn't want to hear it. "I have hands and feet, so I don't need him to deliver food to me. I can't bear his kindness."

"He doesn't care about such a big Zhang family, he doesn't rob so many tombs, and he cares about when I sleep and when I wake up all day long. He must be sick."

Zhang Haiming: "..."

I heard nothing!

After the meal, Wu Xie knitted gloves to eat, but his brain was indeed scorched by the sun, making him a little drowsy.

My limbs are also somewhat weak and sleepy.

When I went back to bed and lay down, I was still thinking.

Zhang Qiling wouldn't hold a grudge and poison me, would he?

after?

Then he fell asleep.

……