Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Grandma Wu rubbed her temples with a headache when this was mentioned.

"Your second uncle..."

"He really doesn't get it at all in this area."

As soon as she said it, she felt that her words were too harsh, so she softened her tone and changed her words.

"At least your second uncle manages the family business very well, supporting the entire Wu family. If it weren't for him, would our whole family be as relaxed as we are now?"

Wu Xie was speechless for a moment.

He couldn't refute that.

Even his own Wushan Residence was secretly funded by his second uncle; otherwise, it would have gone out of business long ago.

He understood the logic, but he just wouldn't admit defeat, stubbornly throwing out another line: "What about my third uncle?!"

Grandma Wu pouted in dissatisfaction, waving her hand and shaking her head repeatedly, her tone filled with helplessness and disgust.

"Your third uncle was an unruly little monkey since he was a child. He would disappear every few days and run wild all over the yard. As he grew up, he became even more unruly. He was always wandering around outside, traveling all over the country. His heart never settled down, and the family couldn't keep him at home."

"When I was young, I did meet people I really liked. Everyone said that girl was great, but in the end, he ruined the relationship himself."

"Instead of hoping he'll settle down and start a family, I'd rather your parents have another child."

At this point, Grandma Wu patted Wu Xie's shoulder heavily, her eyes suddenly turning serious: "You absolutely mustn't follow your third uncle's example, do you hear me?!"

Wu Xie was completely numb.

What is all this about?

Seeing that his strategy of diverting the trouble had failed, Wu Xie's eyes lit up again, and a bad idea came to mind.

With a seemingly well-meaning expression, she said, "Grandma, don't just talk about me. How are things going with that old man? I'm your only grandson, after all. How about we treat him to a meal? I can take this opportunity to help you make an assessment."

For the first time, Grandma Wu fell silent.

She patted Wu Xie on the back of the neck lightly.

"You brat, gossiping about your grandma now! You have no manners at all. If it weren't for this mess that's making your parents worry, would I be here to comfort you?"

"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right."

Wu Xie quickly nodded in agreement, a pleading smile plastered on his face, and hurriedly tried to appease him.

"You're so old, don't worry about us younger generation anymore. Your children and grandchildren will have their own lives. I'm an adult now, I know what I'm doing, and I can handle things myself."

Upon hearing this, Grandma Wu knew that Wu Xie didn't want to talk much, so she simply didn't ask, as asking too much would only annoy him.

With Wu Xie's help, she slowly stood up. Before leaving, she sighed and turned to give him a few words of advice.

"In this life, it's not easy to meet someone you like. If there are any conflicts, and you shut yourself off and don't communicate, the conflicts will just stay there."

"Grandma, all these years I've seen your group of brothers around you, and we all thought you'd fallen into a monastery and never come out."

"Now that we've finally seen a glimmer of hope, if it's not an irreconcilable conflict, then go for it, fight for the person you love, and it's not shameful to hit a wall once."

Watching Grandma Wu's departing figure, the forced smile on Wu Xie's lips instantly vanished.

In fact, he was aware of the other people's little tricks, and he had even considered going back to them.

He simply couldn't bear to see Shen Mingchao; those words kept swirling in his mind, refusing to leave.

[You've been kept in the dark by your third uncle all along. Don't you know what it feels like to be kept in the dark by everyone?]

Like maggots clinging to bones.

Wu Xie deeply understands this sentiment.

He had suffered greatly because of this before, but now he is doing the same thing.

This made all his past suffering seem like he deserved it.

Shen Mingchao is like a mirror, reflecting his younger self.

In the dead of night, he saw them smiling mockingly at him, as if saying to him—

look.

You have now become one of those who once caused you pain.

[The story of the dragon-slaying boy who eventually becomes the dragon himself]

Shortly after that, Wu Xie received a message from Zhang Haike asking to borrow his dog.

At first, he disagreed.

It's not that he's stingy; it's just that the Wu family generally doesn't lend out their dogs. The Wu family's current status is largely thanks to these dogs.

Some of the dogs in the family were of a higher generation than his father, so in the Wu family, the dogs held a higher status than the people.

His grandfather had said more than once before he passed away that if he saw any dog ​​come down within three years of his death, he would no longer bless them.

But Zhang Haike then mentioned Shen Mingchao.

Tsk.

This is a completely different story.

I can grant your request, but you can't say "borrow." My dogs have high status; you have to treat them like human beings and say "please." Otherwise, forget it.

This was Wu Xie's last act of defiance.

Zhang Haike, aware of the Wu family's situation, didn't hesitate and typed directly: "Please ask your dog to come down from the mountain and do us a favor, is that alright?"

Wu Xie was somewhat dazed that the Zhang family had lowered their guard like this. He then arranged a time with Zhang Haike to pick up the dog.

After Wu Xie replied to the message, he saw that Gan Shan Ge was sitting obediently at his feet.

He exclaimed more than once: This dog is just like its father.

It has a classic black back and yellow belly color scheme, a lithe figure, firm muscles, almond-shaped dark brown eyes, and a sharp and steady gaze.

In terms of personality, the mountain goat is highly intelligent, obedient, extremely loyal to its owner, and warm and gentle.

If Shen Mingchao's assessment is correct, then this is an exceptionally good dog.

Wu Xie recalled the scene where Shen Mingchao had boasted to him about San San, and unconsciously curled the corners of his lips.

The mountain dog seemed to sense his change in mood, grinned, pressed its front paws on his knees, and nudged him with its head.

The more beautiful the memories, the more painful the reality becomes.

Wu Xie's lips gradually curled back. He had been doing this for the past few days, but he still hadn't gotten used to it.

Wu Xie reached out and stroked Ganshan's head, his fingertips brushing against its thick, smooth black fur. Looking at the big dog's docile, drooping ears, he couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Brother Ganshan, you're luckier than me."

"If you see the person in the photo after you're there, remember to be warm to her; she's very important to me."

"She's very clean and smells wonderful, just the kind of scent you like. She also loves making desserts and will really feed you, but you can't have too much. She also has a very cute cat named San San, who has a great personality. You can't bully her; it would be best if you could be her friend..."

The spring evening breeze was gentle, and Wu Xie's rambling voice continued for a long, long time.