Wu Yu was taken advantage of. He also said to Wu Yu: "Go back and rest for a while. I'll call you when the meal is ready."
I don't know how, but looking at the innocence, a lyric came into Wuyu's mind: {As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful place, ah~}
Wuyu returned to the room and lay down on his single bed. He took out the sketch from his pocket and looked at it quietly. An unknown mystery appeared on his body.
Where is the bronze tree, who is the man, and what did the man put in the bronze tree, why did he have this condition in his heart, and do the man and the bronze tree have anything to do with him.
What a mess.
Only those who are involved in the tomb robbing industry can catch a clue.
Wuyu put the sketch into the waterproof bag, turned over, pulled the quilt over himself, and went to sleep.
Maybe it was the waves swaying in the water, half asleep and half dreaming.
The deep memory just appeared in my mind.
"Thank you Chen!"
"It's okay..."
"No worries..."
"Your name is Wu Yu, okay."
There was only the man's cold voice, no picture.
The same voice has subtle differences and different emotions. The first sentence has obvious irritation, a feeling of being angry and helpless, while the next three words have that kind of... extremely complicated emotions.
It was so complicated that Wu Yu felt like his dead father crawling out of the grave. He was surprised, happy, and ghosted.
"Hey, little Taiyang, wake up, it's time to eat..." Professor Zhang Tu kindly came to call the young man who was sleeping late. He started by calling verbally.
As a result, the silkworm baby on the bed was motionless and tightly covered. Professor Zhang Tu had no choice but to get ready to tuck the boy's quilt into his hands. Professor Zhang Tu's hand almost touched Wu Yu's quilt.
The young man suddenly grabbed Professor Zhang Tu's wrist, turned over and sat up, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes were deep and cold.
With just such a look, Professor Zhang Tu suddenly raised Wu Yu's chin with two fingers.
"...Professor Bald, what are you doing?" Wu Yu blinked, his indifference fading away with his sleep, but he was so confused by this bald professor from the Mediterranean that he restrained his hands that were ready to smash people's heads.
He reached out and grabbed Bald Zhang's two fingers that were picking up his chin, crushing his thoughts bit by bit. The young man's fingertips gently rubbed the man's fingers...
Their scene was strange and harmonious.
Suddenly, Wu Yu's eyes darkened slightly, and he performed the Bone Shrinking Skill!
He slowly let go and grabbed the bald professor's paw, and held his face instead.
"Oops!" Bald Zhang flicked his wrist as usual: "Young man, look at your little face, which is all red from the stuffiness, as if you have a fever. I just took a look at your face, but I didn't expect you to still have the strength. It was so big that my hands turned blue when I pinched the old man."
"...Oh, you young man must have good physical strength, much better than an old man like you. Old men are prone to osteoporosis and back pain." Wuyu Xianyu seemed to fall down on the bed, looking up with dull eyes. The bed planks and iron frame bed were smashed by him, making a sound.
Zhang Baldzi saw the young man lying down again and breathed a sigh of relief. He reached out and pushed Wu Yu: "It's time to eat. The pot of seafood has been cooked. Wu Xie is already adjusting the dipping sauce for you. He said he wants you to try it. Try Hangzhou’s dipping sauce.”
"...Are there any delicious dipping sauces in Hangzhou?" Wu Yu asked quietly.
Professor Zhang Tu avoided mentioning that Hangzhou is a food desert: "The seafood is very fragrant. Comrade Wu is waiting for you to eat. I guess he should come in soon to hurry you up."
"Little Sun! Come and eat!" An innocent and energetic voice floated in, and he also ran in.
"...Wuxie." Wuyu sat up and looked at Wuxie seriously: "Let's talk about it, can you stop calling me that?"
Wuxie nodded, then hesitated: "Yangyang...?"
Wuyu:…………
Wu Xie's eyes were not for show, so he saw the young man's speechlessness, thought about it, and changed his words: "...Prince?"
Wu Yu looked at him deeply: "Why don't you call me Your Majesty?"
Wu Xie was shocked. This fat man's eldest nephew was so...well, could he dream...? Your Majesty, how many years has it been since the Qing Dynasty fell?
He frowned deeply and said with the mentality of coaxing a child: "...Your Majesty, it's time to eat."
"You can call me by my name." Wu Yu suggested.
Wuxie thought for a while and replied seriously: "That's not possible, it sounds too strange. I am your fat uncle's friend after all."
Zhang Tuzi, who was serving as the backdrop, smiled and said, "Comrade Wu, you can still call him Xiao Wang. That's very affectionate, isn't it?"
"Forget it, I'll just follow your fat uncle's call." Wuxie concluded.
It was a waste of time to go around in such a big circle. Wuyu puffed up his face, ignored the two people, and got up to cook. The world was huge and he couldn't forget to cook.
One-third of the large pot of seafood was taken care of by Wuyu. After he had eaten and drank enough, he began to wander around the boat. Those foreigners didn't talk much, so they must have undergone strict training.
Wu Yu glanced at the blue water and seriously thought about the possibility of him jumping into the sea and swimming back to the beach...
