He's old and crippled
No more!
Since ancient times, beauties lament late in the evening, do not allow heroes to see the end!
No matter how strong one was, one would age, but Hetun did not age elegantly and leisurely. Instead, he was bloodthirsty and tragic!
"Foster father… "Foster father!"
Just as the carriage came to a stop, Linnuo's little friend impatiently got off the carriage and ran towards Hetun in the sunset.
Hetun half squatted and held the little fellow steadily. He leaned his head against the wall and pressed his face against it, vigorously kissing the little thing. It was as if he could not completely express his love for it.
"Fifteen… You're missing your foster father! Every day, your foster father would think of you several times … I can't sleep well and I can't eat well! "
"Yes!" Every single day! "
The little guy sniffed his sour nose, "Father, are you feeling better? Quick, let Fifteen see, where are your injuries? "
The grandfather and grandson pair embraced each other for a while, only then did the little fellow remember to ask about foster father Hetun's injuries.
Due to the difference in height and the reverse beam, the little fellow who ran out of the carriage was unable to discover the disappearance of Hetun's right arm at the first possible moment.
He was silent all this time! It was more like a kind of silence!
"Father is fine …" Your foster father is great! "
"Ah Lang… Xueluo… Daddy is so happy that you can come and see him! It's a joy that comes from the bottom of my heart! "
Xueluo replied gently, "Father, I'm sorry we came late … You think you can kill Nuonuo? "
Hetun dotingly caressed his grandson's head as he affectionately looked at his son Feng Xinglang; however, Feng Xinglang's gaze swept past his right hand's sleeve, maintaining the silence with his head tilted.
Hetun saw that his son, Xing Lang, had already discovered his missing right arm. But he did not speak.
"Ah Lang… "Thank you for coming to see me!"
He used his remaining left arm to tightly hug the only child in his life!
Feng Xinglang could obviously push away the Hetun! Furthermore, the current Hetun was an old man who was late in life with a broken arm.
But Feng Xinglang didn't have the strength to push Hetun away who was hugging him …
I can only let Hetun hug me tightly… Use his only remaining arm!
Hetun was no longer young, ruthless, or healthy … He was old and crippled, but he looked more human!
"Foster father…"
Suddenly, little friend Linnuo shouted, "Foster father, where is your right hand? Where's your right hand? "
It was only then that little friend Linnuo realized that foster father Hetun, who was tightly hugging his father Feng Xinglang, his right sleeve was actually empty. Moreover, when the wind blew, it would move.
What about the arm inside?
The little fellow ran over and pinched the empty right sleeve of Hetun and shouted in fear:
Amidst the little fellow's terrified inquiry, Xueluo also saw Hetun's empty right sleeve.
"Dad… Your right hand? "
"Father, where did you hide your right hand? Why can't I find him? "
"Even with only one arm, foster father can firmly hold my beloved Little Fifteen in his arms!"
Linnuo who could not feel the Hetun's right arm seemed to have understood something.
"Father, where is your right hand? Where's your right hand? "
The little guy's eyes immediately filled with tears, "Was it cut off by someone?" Why didn't you pick it up? "
Hetun comforted the little fellow whose tears were rolling in his eyes. He wanted to wipe the tears off the little guy's face, but he suddenly realized that he could no longer use his other hand.
"No!" I don't want one of your arms around me. I want you to hold me with both hands … "
The little guy suddenly burst into tears. "Foster father, quickly make your right hand grow back!" Fifteen wants you to pick up your right hand! "
"Nuonuo, don't cause trouble for your foster father …"
Just as Xueluo wanted to hug the little fellow who was wantonly crying in Hetun's arms, he was pulled by his husband.
It was unknown whether it was because the little guy could not accept the imperfection of foster father Hetun or because the little fellow could not bear to see his old foster father lose an arm and become a pitiful cripple;
"Fifteen, be good … Stop crying! Father's arm … It won't grow out! I can't live with it either! "
Hetun wanted to kiss the little fellow's tear-stained face, but the little fellow pushed his head away.
"No!" I don't want it! "
The little guy wailed willfully, "I want my foster father's arm to grow out!"
The sensible little guy suddenly became unsensible.
He wantonly cried and made a ruckus, hoping to fulfill his wish through such a childish method.
Xueluo had long choked with sobs. She covered her mouth tightly and leaned her head on her husband's back.
Feng Xinglang just watched quietly, his unruly son making a ruckus in Hetun. However, he did not step forward to stop them.
He could not bear to part with the cruel reality, nor could he bear to let the 7-year-old girl accept it; he did not want to hide it either.
"Xinglang, you … Persuade Nuonuo … Tell him to stop messing around. "
"There is no need to persuade me! It would be better to let him cry and wail! "
Feng Xinglang said indifferently as he embraced his weeping wife.