Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

At that time, Wu Ling remembered when he kicked Uncle Feng away from Uncle Yun's arms.

The expression on Uncle Feng's face was angry and funny, and there was also a little helplessness and the vicissitudes of wanting to light a cigarette.

The expression on Xiao Wu Ling's face was a little confused at that time.

But children, it's better to move, and have a good mind.

So when I saw the constipated expression on Xiao Chengfeng's face.

Xiao Wu Ling immediately poked his chest with his fleshy little finger, his voice was soft, but his tone was generous and generous:

"Fengfeng, what's wrong with you? Do you have a stomachache? Do you use a paper bag? Auntie, there are a lot of them here, they are all clean, Xiao Ling has not used them before, do you want to use them? Xiao Ling can lend it to you, you remember to ask Xiao Ling to eat the fruit when you go back." "

Xiao Wu Ling is a little talker, and he is a self-acquainted and enthusiastic person.

Although he and the fierce-looking uncle in front of him have only known each other for less than half a month.

But he was still very generous with a little butt, and he pulled out his diapers from the cabinet next to him, and looked at Xiao Chengfeng with a happy face, looking like he was about to share the paper bag with this poker-faced uncle.

Because the memory is too long, Wu Ling can't remember the process clearly, but he still knows the general situation.

This is probably the situation that when Xiao Wu Ling pulled out the paper bag, he was extremely generous and pushed all his paper bags in front of Xiao Chengfeng.

I even showed myself how to dress him.

Then after the demonstration, Xiao Wu Ling obediently sat on the bed with a little doll in his arms, and looked at Xiao Chengfeng with bright eyes and expectation.

One of his fleshy little hands also patted the diaper next to him, as if to say: Don't be polite to me.

Wu Ling couldn't recall what Xiao Chengfeng's expression was at that time, but he clearly remembered that when he pushed the paper bag to Xiao Chengfeng.

Shen Yunxi's shoulders shook with laughter, he fell on the bed with laughter, and the hair with small bells hanging on his shoulders trembled with his laughter, and the sound of the bell was particularly pleasant.

Wu Ling likes to listen to the sound of bells, so he remembers that memory very clearly.

He remembered that he and Uncle Yun were two people at that time, one of them was holding a diaper in his hand, and he sat cross-legged in front of Xiao Chengfeng, looking at him with a smile.

Wu Ling couldn't remember the memories after that, but he remembered that day when he seemed to be asleep with the dog and the black snake in his arms in a daze.

It seemed that he vaguely heard the small bell on Uncle Yun's hair, and he kept trembling lightly.

The sound of the bells is crisp and pleasant, like the wind on the prairie, which makes people feel calm.

And because the bell is planted with medicinal herbs, it will make people who smell the fragrance of medicine have a calming effect and sleep until dawn.

It seems that from that time on, Xiao Wu Ling always liked to get into Shen Yunxi's arms when he was sleeping, reaching out to pull his hair and touching the bell to sleep.

And it was from that period of time that there were suddenly a lot of children's toys in the room where there was no trace of life.

For example, a handmade wooden toy gun, a hand-sewn herbal pillow, or a small stool for children to climb on the bed, and a lot ......of pacifiers, etc., etc

Wu Ling's thoughts kept flowing, he recalled the bits and pieces he had with Uncle Yun and Uncle Feng before, and for some reason his eyes suddenly became a little sour.

This kind of sourness is like the feeling of a kitten wandering outside and suddenly seeing its own parents who raised it.

When he was a child, because of poor health, he was raised by Uncle Yun, who knew how to heal, from almost two or three years old to six or seven years old.

It can be said that Uncle Yun is equivalent to the person who accompanied Wu Ling the longest during his childhood.

But Wu Ling forgot about him.

Thinking of this, Wu Ling's eyes were slightly sour.

He sniffed and forced himself not to think about this question, but poked Wu Xian's shoulder with his hand, and asked in an attempt to divert his attention:

"Brother, let me tell you, I remember that every time I went to climb the bed when I was a child, it took the strength of the old nose to squeeze Uncle Feng aside, and I was tired."

Wu Xian looked at his brother's slightly red eyes and did not dismantle him, but cooperated with him, and asked with a helpless smile:

"Every time I am tired of crowding, then you still go?" I have to go to Uncle Yun's room to pick you up almost every morning in those days.

"You said you little bean Ding went by yourself, and you also brought the three inches with my quilt, so that I had to squeeze their bed with you for a while. "

Since he was a child, Wu Xian has slept in the same room with his brother, and the two of them not only sleep in the same bed, but also cover the same quilt.

So when Wu Ling dragged the quilt to climb the bed, Wu Ling was forced to have no choice but to climb the bed with a thick skin.

That time was the most painful sleep history of his life.

It wasn't that he didn't think about getting another quilt himself, he did it at the time.

But he covered the quilt and slept alone for less than a week, when his brother came to him crying.

If you cry and burp, you have to sleep with him in a bed, and cry if you don't sleep.

What else could Wu Xian do at that time? He could only continue to climb the bed cheekily.

But he got Xi used to crawling and crawling.

When I sleep, the wind and thunder don't even move the bullet.

Wu Ling picked his fingers when he heard his brother's words, and muttered

, "Doesn't that family have to be neatly together? If it weren't for the fact that Uncle Yun and Uncle Feng's beds weren't big enough, I would have wanted to drag the third uncle and the second uncle to lie down together." Wu

Xian: "......"

He twitched his mouth when he heard this, although his expression was a little crying and laughing, but he didn't refute it, because he knew that his brother was really capable of doing such a thing.

He even did the matter of forcing the second and third uncles to wear women's clothes, what else could he not do?

I think that back then, on the fourteenth day of the lunar month, in the winter, Uncle Yun, Uncle Feng, the second uncle, and the third uncle, the four of them were tall and strong, and they were wearing a cheongsam and walking back and forth in a room like a pervert, just to make their little ancestors happy.

Wu Xian and Uncle Qing were stunned when they opened the window and saw this scene.

Uncle Qing was laughing at the time, holding a camera and shooting at the front.

His face was a little sluggish at that time, and his legs and stomach were a little swirling in that winter.

I'm afraid that these people have been subjected to demons, or have fallen into evil spirits.

At that time, he was worried for a month, observing the appearance of these people, afraid that they would be like the old demon of Montenegro, showing their original form and taking them away from his brother.

His trembling appearance was not known until he was talking to Uncle Yun once, and he was relieved.

At that time, Wu Xian didn't know what kind of emotions he should reveal on his face.

But since then, he has known his brother's status in his family, which is simply a little bully.

When Wu Xian was immersed in his own bewildered experience at that time.

Wu Ling poked his shoulder softly with his fingers: "Brother, you speak."

Wu Xian was made back by this, he looked at his brother's somewhat curious face, as if he couldn't understand why Uncle Yun and Uncle Feng would sleep in the same bed at that time, and they hugged very tightly.

Thinking of this question, Wu Xian was a little silent for a while.

At that time, when he was climbing the bed, Wu Ling was still young and slept deeply, but he was not young.

He could hear the movements of the night clearly, which was why he was in some pain at the time.

At this time, looking at his brother's pure big eyes, Wu Xian was a little dumbfounded for a while.

He can't tell his brother directly, because Uncle Yun and Uncle Feng are a couple, and they play every day at night, so they sleep in the same bed.

He could only be a little tactful, trying to answer in another way: "This question, it's actually quite normal, don't you see that the two of us often sleep in the same bed?"