Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

Wu Ling sniffed, hugged the little clothes in his arms, and explained innocently:

"I'm not thinking that we have to take a plane again, a high-speed train, or a car, in case we are hungry along the way, don't we still have rations."

As he spoke, he didn't forget to take a few steps forward like a little nerd, took off his little underwear that had collapsed on his brother's head, and helped Wu Xian's messy hair to be intimately restored.

Wu Xian: "......"

At this moment, he seems to finally be able to understand the second uncle's mood when he was so angry with his brother that the corners of his mouth bubbled.

It was really love-hate, angry and funny.

If you want to fight, you can't be reluctant, and if you don't fight, you're still depressed.

Seeing that the expression on his brother's face was becoming more and more distorted, Wu Ling felt that he could still save it.

He stuffed his underwear into his trouser pocket, then walked forward cautiously, squatted next to Wu Xian, looked at his face that was a little like the bottom of a pot, and reached out and poked his shoulder

: "Brother, are you okay?"

Wu Xian stretched out his hand and wiped his face:

"I'm fine,

great."

He automatically ignored the snacks full of suitcases and the three charging cables, four power banks, two game consoles, and a small speaker, and instead focused on the somewhat unique bacon, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly:

"Don't mention snacks and electronic devices or anything, what's going on with this bacon?"

Wu Ling heard this and bumped Wu Xian with his leg, and his tone was a little proud: "Brother, didn't you say that the bacon downstairs is delicious?" I thought that we would go to Henan tomorrow, in case you are not used to eating the dishes there, we can still use this bacon to stew some rice and stir-fry a dish or something" "

His bacon is old and popular, and when I went down, several aunts also went to his house to buy bacon, and today there are the last two left, but the last two were grabbed by me first, hehe."

"Yes, yes, and this.

Speaking of this, Wu Ling reached out and pulled his suitcase again, and took out two large bags of boneless chicken feet from it:

"Didn't you say that this boneless phoenix claw brother is also delicious? I also bought a lot." "

And this mushroom sauce that we mixed noodles the day before yesterday, his new flavor is pepper beef, brother, don't you like to eat beef, I bought a bottle, we can use bibimbap!"

"And this lemon candy and hawthorn slices, I'm afraid that the two of us will get motion sickness after taking the car for too long, so I bought a pack." Every

time Wu Ling took something from the suitcase, he would talk to Wu Xian for a long time.

Although there are a lot of these things of his, they are all carefully selected by him, and each of them is Wu Xian's favorite food.

Wu Xian looked at the child who was squatting next to him, pulling the suitcase and taking things, and the helpless depression in his heart disappeared in an instant at this moment.

He looked at Wu Ling's side face, his eyes flashed, and he reached out and knocked on his head: "Stupid or not, how can you put bacon and clothes together?"

Wu Ling understood the meaning of his brother's words, he smiled he, and bumped Wu Xian with his shoulder: "Then trouble my dear brother, help me find a suitcase again."

Wu Xian looked at the little head sitting next to him, rubbed his upper hand, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

At last.

Wu Xian brought up a small suitcase from the storage room downstairs.

He half-squatted on the ground and neatly folded Wu Ling's clothes that were randomly stuffed into the suitcase before putting them in the small suitcase.

Wu Ling sat on the carpet next to him with his hands on his cheeks, he looked at his brother's skillful movements, threw a grape into

his mouth, and praised in his mouth:

"Brother, you are simply a good wife and mother, you can cook, and you can fold clothes, if you marry in the future... Ah no, if anyone marries you in the future, it will really be a quack blessing. Wu

Xian: "......"

He looked at the sincere expression on his brother's face, and twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly.

It's a good compliment, don't praise it next time.

Wu Xian's movements were very fast, and it didn't take long for him to pack up Wu Ling's suitcase.

In order to save time tomorrow morning, the two of them directly moved their suitcases to the door downstairs.

Wu Xian pinched his somewhat sour neck, and said to Wu Ling, who was standing in front of the kitchen refrigerator drinking milk:

"I'll call you at 7:30 tomorrow, and I'll go to bed early after taking a shower for a while, you know?"

Wu Ling answered, and poured several mouthfuls of milk into his mouth.

Wu Xian looked at him who still believed that drinking milk would definitely make him taller, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

When Wu Ling ran upstairs to the bathroom of his bedroom to take a bath after drinking milk, Wu Xian did not go upstairs with him, but walked into the study next to him.

He closed the door of the study, walked to the desk, opened the drawer under the desk, and placed the contents of the express sent from Henan on the table one by one.

Wu sat on the chair and hung his head, looking at the group photo on the table.

At this time, his eyes did not focus on his third uncle.

Instead, it was condensed in the young man behind his third uncle.

Wu slanted his eyebrows and looked at the appearance of the young man, the emotions in his eyes were obscure, his lips moved slightly, and he said three words silently.

He looked at the photo in silence, his fingertips unconsciously clasped on the table, and a trace of incomprehensible emotion flashed in his eyes.

After being silent for about half an hour, Wu Xian finally made a move.

He took the photo with his phone and sent it to a person on WeChat.

WX: [Check the origin of this photo and the time it was taken.]

After sending the message, Wu put the phone on the table and pulled out a diary from another locked drawer.

He took out a fountain pen from the pen next to him, flipped to a new chapter of the diary, and slowly wrote down a line.

[5.12

, I seem to have touched the corner of the truth again, today I received a courier of unknown origin, and the contents seem to be related to the events of the year.

But there is one thing that makes me a little depressed, the old fox of the third uncle has disappeared again.

But before this old fox disappeared, he left me a message in Henan.

But was he still him

? Did he leave me a message, or was someone trying to lure me there?

But I won't stop tracking down the truth, because]

Wu Xian's pen suddenly paused when he wrote this, he looked at the content of this page, didn't know what he thought, changed his hand and tore off the paper, and then took out a lighter from the drawer and lit the paper.

Wu leaned his fingers on his knees, and watched in silence as the paper burned away.