[Evil Uncle] Fever

Wu Sansheng is an old fox.

It is very difficult for an old fox to get sick. Because he cherishes his life, he even pays attention to three meals a day. He denounces beer, fried chicken, and other foods that young people like as garbage.

Although the third uncle lives in a mansion in the villa area, there are bodyguards around him when he enters and exits, his hair is combed shiny, and he likes plaid shirts for casual wear, or simply a three-piece suit, anyway, in the eyes of outsiders who are not familiar with him, he is like a dog So handsome, suave, and with a gentle smile to add a little bookishness, the appearance is almost like a university professor.

However, these are not the third uncle in Wu Xie's eyes.

In Wu Xie's eyes, the third uncle is always a little different from others.

So even though he and High lived together in a very high container after returning from Germany, after receiving a text message from a stranger, Wu Xie quickly packed his backpack and prepared to go out.

The SMS number is very strange.

However, the content of the text message cannot be ignored: the third uncle is ill, please take care of the third uncle.

Third Uncle, still sick?

This was Wu Xie's first reaction.

Whether it's true or not, go see it.The person who sent the text message was obviously the third uncle's subordinate, otherwise he wouldn't be called the third uncle.

There are several uncles in the family, but after his parents passed away, Wu Xie still stayed by Wu Sansheng's side a lot.

Wu Sansheng is a true Tufuzi. Although there is an antique shop like a museum in the scenic spot, he travels all year round, disappears and disappears for no reason.

Hangzhou is the place where he stays most often.

Wu Xie also settled in Hangzhou.

But even if his third uncle asked him to live there, he didn't agree, and he didn't know what he was insisting on.

High is Wu Xie's childhood sweetheart and classmate.He saw Wu Xie frantically throwing cell phones, chargers, and even copies of toothpaste, toothbrushes, pajamas, and silk books into his backpack. He couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

In the midst of her busy schedule, Wu Xie looked up at him, then moved her lips: "I'll go out for a while."

As for where to go?do what?When are you coming back? Before Young Master High asked, Wu Xie had already disappeared without a trace.

The door is not closed, swaying in the wind.

High walked to the balcony with less speechlessness, looked down, and saw the sound of the engine starting.

Young High, who was made nervous by Wu Xie, couldn't help but be concerned: "I have something to do, call me."

I don't know if Wu Xie heard it, but the little golden cup whipped up a cloud of dust and whizzed away.

"Is there any trouble for the country?" Young Master High couldn't help complaining, "Hey! This kid looks so anxious, it looks like something happened to his girlfriend! No, he doesn't have a girlfriend, he must be out behind my back Jinwuzang pampered Xiaosan! It's incredible, you are so courageous, you have to teach yourself a lesson when you come back!

High babbled, and walked back to the room with a relieved heart, and went back to his small bedroom in the shipping container.

Speaking of Comrade Wu Xie who was driving, his mind was still blank.

When the car arrived at the destination, he seemed to remember what he was doing.

Why is third uncle sick?What disease?Are you at home?Are you going to fight again?injured?Not in the hospital?

I told him already!All the cultural relics in the world belong to the country!Do not fight!He is quite old, why can't he listen to the reasoning? !Now it's all right, see the retribution is coming, I haven't been sick for 300 years, now I'm sick!

Generally, if you get injured or sick, the machismo comrade Wu Sansheng would not think of calling himself, this time he must be very ill!Comrade Wu Xie thought about it, and suddenly became nervous.

Regardless of his country or not!

No matter what the third uncle did...he would never hand over the third uncle to the country.He only has this third uncle, so keep it and educate him slowly.

Wu Xie had the key to Wu Sansheng's small European-style bungalow, so when he opened the door, he found a large bag of medicine on the ground at the door.

Inside are small pills of Banlangenbaijiahei granule and the like.

Wu Xie settled down, did he catch a cold?

I can't help but relax a little.

The medicine was obviously put here by the person who sent him the text message, is it the third uncle's subordinate?What, what's going on, there's no time to even get the medicine in?

Um?Still no keys?

Is it really just that there is no key?

Wu Xie held the medicine in one hand, opened the door with the other, and entered the room.He didn't know why he was inexplicably entangled in the matter of keys or not, it's really not a problem.

The light-colored and well-decorated villa is not like a personal living place, but a model house, which shows that there is no hostess here, and the hostess does not often stay here.

Wu Xie remembers that the third uncle lived a lot in Changsha, and there was a small courtyard, an ancient-style small courtyard, planted with small jasmine and white magnolia, the flowers were full of fragrance, and the petals often fell everywhere.The third uncle, who was wearing an old gown, would often take him in the small courtyard, smoking his long cigarette, drinking his new tea, and watching Wu Xie and his younger generation scurrying around the room like monkeys.

However, the memory is mottled, since the third uncle spent most of his time in Hangzhou, Wu Xie rarely saw the third uncle in his memory.

No matter which third uncle, Wu Xie felt that there was a thick layer of plastic separating him from him.

He still hadn't found the zipper that undid the fabric layer.

When Wu Xie went to Germany, he rarely called Wu Sansheng, but every month he saw that the amount in his bank card increased.

There is still a lot of money left by his parents. The second uncle often said that if he was allowed to hang out with his second aunt, he would not have to worry about running out of money.

Money, or investing, or managing money, or buying funds.Wu Xie can live well without moving the principal.

However, Wu Xie never told third uncle about these things.

The money remitted by the third uncle has never been cut off.

Wu Xie never moved the third uncle's money.He is not trying to hand them over to the state.

He just wanted to go back to China sometimes, so he took out his passbook to have a look.

Looking at a full number is like looking at a full house, and it has super healing power.

Of course, Wu Xie never told third uncle about this.

Wu Xie didn't know where his home was after his parents passed away.

But one thing, Wu Xie figured it out when he was an adult, as his second uncle said, he was like a little tail of his third uncle.

Wherever the third uncle is, his eyes will wander there.

Wu Xie didn't care whether the third uncle knew about this.

As long as he knows it himself.

At least, so far, Wu Xie thinks so.

Glanced at the bedroom.

Wu Xie turned her head and went to the kitchen to boil a pot of water.

Then he walked slowly to his third uncle's bedroom.People, are you there?Are you there?

Before Wu Xie could reach the door, a voice came from inside.

Some heavy, some hoarse.

Maybe because of illness, she still has silky softness: "Pan Zi?"

Wu Xie stopped in her tracks and said nothing.

Ruannuoli still had a majestic voice: "Didn't I tell you to go to Changsha? Why are you here again? There are a lot of handicap things over there. I have nothing to do, just sleep well."

Wu Xie pushed open the door.

Obviously someone took care of it.

The windows were closed in the room, and the air was stagnant and stuffy.

The thick quilt on the bed, if you don't look carefully, you can't see a person buried in the quilt.

Only half of the head's chicken feather hair was exposed outside the quilt, and the towel on his forehead was a little crooked.The humming bearded uncle didn't open his eyelids when he heard the footsteps.

Obviously burnt out.

Wu Xie frowned slightly, and walked over quickly.

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