Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

When Xie Lianhua was at the military factory, Xie Yuchen was blowing bubbles.

When Xie Lianhua was called chief engineer, Xie Yuchen saw it clearly.

While Xie Lianhua was calculating everywhere, Xie Yuchen finally stopped drinking milk and became confused.

Xie Yuchen's head was also buzzing.

Brother, he still has that thing.

He doesn't want to recall his past life. Everything was fine when he lived with his parents before he was 6 years old.

After being adopted, he was taken away to study under Master Jiu. He didn't want to recall or think about what happened after that.

This is good enough for my life.

Xie Yuchen's eyesight was blurry and he had to eat and sleep every two hours.

As for the embarrassment, he's still a baby.

Unfortunately, I didn’t see my brother, I could only hear his voice.

He missed his brother, and Xie Yuchen, who had always protected others, received protection from his brother.

It’s great to have a brother.

Xie Yuchen thought he would be able to do a lot when he grew up, but after being over one year old, he had forgotten everything.

Xie Yuchen: ... I seem to have forgotten something?

Mr. and Mrs. Jie just take care of the children every day, and they are not short of money.

As for our family, it’s good enough as long as nothing happens.

There are really no fools in the Xie family. What happened back then almost led to something terrible.

When Jiu Ye first came to their house, he said that their family had raised a good child.

They knew that their children had reached different levels and could protect the family.

Since he doesn't have to rely on Zhang Qishan this time, Jie Jiu has fewer concerns, and besides, they have already fallen out.

Instead of being the purse of the Nine Gates, it is better to be the purse of the country. This is what they are good at.

The Xie family was thus able to completely escape the crisis, but of course, some bargaining and trade-offs were inevitable.

Because if there really is a reckoning, no one will be innocent.

Of course, how other companies perform depends on their own abilities.

Jie Jiu is not that kind-hearted, so you’d better wish you good luck, dear.

However, thinking of the unlucky guy back then, he gritted his teeth and asked once, looking at the other person's face.

Maybe thinking of understanding the professor, the other party gave an answer. They said that the man was being taken care of by the country and they were not so cruel as to do anything to a person with amnesia.

In general, Jie Jiu was still very satisfied, so except for the eldest son who took over the family business, all other grandchildren in his family were required to study hard and strive to be smart.

As for my son, his character has already been shaped, and if he is smart he wouldn't be able to discover it.

Descendants of the Xie family: 。 。 。 。

Grandpa, we only know how to make money. Please let me go, I really don’t understand mathematics.

In the end, the children almost cried to death.

Jie Jiu also sighed, this genius is not so easy to live with.

The eldest son of the Xie family: Father has a really good idea. He himself knows nothing, yet he wants smoke to come out of his ancestors’ grave. He doesn’t even consider that they are businessmen. They can play with abacus beads and do math. I heard that many people have been hanged on that tree.

When Xie Yuchen could walk, he actually didn’t quite remember what his brother looked like. Well, he didn’t remember in the first place. He only remembered that his brother’s hands were big and warm, and he always touched his head gently and said that his head was not round.

Touch his hands and say his hands are very small.

This is what my mother said. She said my brother likes him very much.

His little wooden horse, rattle, little windmill, little kite, little car...

My brother had people bring him all the new toys.

When I was three years old and went out, Grandma Wang asked me what 1+1 equals.

Xie Yuchen: . . . .

He said two obediently.

Grandma Wang was very happy.

She felt that the professor's younger brother was different and would be a good math talent in the future.

Later, year after year, Xie Yuchen was always asked math problems when he went out.

Xie Yuchen: How I wish he could become his brother's successor. Unfortunately, his math skill is just better than average, not as good as his brother's.

Otherwise, how could my brother become so popular?

It's something you can only encounter by chance.

If you really can pray for it, the fragrance will be enough to marinate the house with flavor.

Xie Yuchen stared at the toy while eating.

He doesn't have so many rules in this life. He is free and undisciplined, with a kind of laziness.

It was a small windmill that made a whirring sound when it turned.

He stretched out his hand to grab it, but his arms were too short to reach it.

His favorites were bought for him by his brother, his father, his mother, and some given to him by his ninth grandfather.

"Do you want it?" Mr. Jie handed the windmill to him, smiling so much that his eyes narrowed into slits.

Xie Yuchen took the windmill and blew gently. The windmill started to turn, making a whirring sound.

He stared at the windmill for a while and suddenly felt a little sleepy.

"Go to sleep if you're sleepy." Mother Jie patted his back gently, her voice as gentle as a lullaby.

Xie Yuchen nodded and slowly closed his eyes.

He felt as if he had returned to that warm dream, with his brother's hand gently touching his head and the windmill whirring beside his ears.

"Brother..." He muttered softly, and his voice gradually became lower.

He always felt that all the freedom was given by his brother.

If Xie Yuchen is happy, Zhang Qilin is different.

It’s still a baby, and a baby with amnesia.

The state has already investigated this.

So Zhang Qilin no longer has the freedom to poop, and there is a separate toilet prepared for him.

They even have to check their shit and urine, but of course you can rest assured that they won't peek.

The old men who were engaged in agriculture looked at him as if he were fertilizer.

It would be better if there were more of these kids. There is always a limit to how much a person can poop.

Zhang Qilin: . . . . .

He had lost his memory, not that he had no sense of shame. He felt like crying.

Finally, the old man and the political commissar discovered it, and after talking for a night, they gradually accepted it.

As for longevity and bloodline, they don't care.

I really don't care.

Zhang Qilin met a friend while taking a bath.

With a bang, it turned into a large ginseng.

"Hello, new little Qilin, your tattoo is really beautiful. I am the thousand-year-old ginseng spirit. If you don't understand something in the future, ask me."

Zhang Qilin: . . . .

"Hello, I'm Zhang Qilin."

The political commissar said that he should be polite, which he knew, so he shook hands with the human and the carrot, and he continued to remain silent.

Listening to ginseng talking in a murmuring manner.

"My name is Shenbao, they like to drink my bath water, what about you, what do they like about you?"

Zhang Qilin was so embarrassed that he could hardly hold back his anger. He said they liked his shit and urine, and the things in the toilet.

As for the blood that he was most worried about, they just took a drop from between his fingers and left him alone.

Zhang Qilin closed his eyes and refused to answer the question.

Shanma understood immediately. He was a veteran employee. "I know whether they like your dad or not. The bat brother next door is like that."

Zhang Qilin: . . . .

"I'm done, you take your time."

He felt like he needed to get out of here.

Suddenly several people and places flashed through his mind.

He felt that it should not be embarrassing for others alone, and all members of the Zhang family should be neat and tidy.

Zhang family: . . . .

Don't come over here!!!