The Grave Robbers' Chronicles / Ping Xie / Complete One-Shot: At Least

It was three in the afternoon. I was dozing off in the shop, while Zhang Qiling slept in the room upstairs. It wasn’t because he was lazy. He’d stayed up all night and only finished putting together some rubbing materials at seven or eight that morning. He’d been working on them since the previous afternoon. I stuffed some food into his hands and sent him off to bed. The moment he lay down, he was out. Then I started sorting and proofreading everything, and got it ready before one, when an old customer came to pick it up. He took the materials, didn’t even look at them, and sat down to chat with me. After two hours, he finally left, pleased as could be. I felt like I’d been clubbed over the head, so I started dozing. It took a whole year of living with Zhang Qiling before I found a suitable job for him. You have no idea how hard it is to find work for the legendary tomb raider Zhang Qiling. If it was easy, I thought it was beneath him. If it was tough, I couldn’t bear to make him do it. If it was far away, I wouldn’t let him go, and if it was nearby, he wouldn’t know how to deal with people. He’d take one job, then quit, then take another, until one day I finally blew up and said, “Enough already. I’ll support you, okay? It’s not like you eat that much.” Three days after saying that, I regretted it. People need something to pin their hopes on. When someone loses that, they’ll find something else. The closest thing Zhang Qiling had to pin his hopes on was me, young Master Wu. Theme: