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Chapter 429: Stunned again at the window? It would be stupid!
Xueluo didn't know whether he guessed correctly or not, but the Hetun changed a lot since then.
Especially after he brought her back from the Shen City, he had never treated her ruthlessly. When he spoke to her, he seemed much gentler, with an inexplicable sense of retrospection.
"Mr. Hetun, are you trying to read me that poem to you?"
Xueluo asked somewhat awkwardly. After all, it was a love poem. It did not seem appropriate for her to tell the Hetun about it.
"You don't have the right to tell me!"
Hetun coldly said.
"…" Xueluo choked on his arrogance and arrogance from the Hetun s.
He didn't say it out loud, but in his heart, he thought: If you want me to say it to you, I won't say it! How could he be so arrogant? She actually said that she didn't have the qualifications!
Suddenly thinking about something, Xueluo could not help but look towards Hetun's left eye: there was indeed a deep scar there. It looked like wrinkles!
Xueluo remembered that the poem was written on the drawing of Feng Xinglang's mother. And the sketch was only half done. One of them was very clear and eye-catching. It was the man's left eye and the deep scar on its tail.
Xueluo had always thought that it was a failure. Now it seemed that Feng Xinglang's mother wanted to highlight that characteristic.
Could it be, the person painted by Feng Xinglang's mother was — Hetun?
Once again, Xueluo was shocked by the way she thought about herself, and could not help but look towards the side of the Hetun.
"You seem to know me?"
Hetun turned his head and glanced at Lin Xueluo, then added: "Before I go to Shen City?"
Xueluo felt that he couldn't explain it to Hetun so he chose to remain silent.
Furthermore, that drawing paper was still locked far away in the Shen City's dormitory. Even if he said that he looked like the person in the painting, the Hetun wouldn't believe him, right?
Furthermore, if she were to make a choice between Pater Castle and Shen City, Xueluo would not hesitate to choose Pater Castle.
Because Shen City had too many memories that made her wish she were dead. Some of them were imposed on her by the Hetun, while the others originated from the man called Feng Xinglang!
I wonder how that man is doing now! Maybe Lan Youyou was waiting on him!
Lin Xueluo, how can you still think about that man when you are already in a foreign land!
[That is true. Xueluo had even thought about taking the ten thousand dollars Lan Youyou gave him to that small town in Jiangnan to recuperate; but in the end, he didn't expect himself to save even that ten thousand dollars, and was directly brought back to Pater Castle.
And he stayed for five years!
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Looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, year after year, Xueluo let out another long sigh.
"Mommy, why are you staring at the window? It will be stupid! "
The way he spoke was very similar to that man.
A sturdy little figure flew straight towards Xueluo, who immediately turned around and spread out his arms to catch the little girl, afraid that he would bump into her.
Xueluo half squatted on the ground, and dotingly helped the little thing in front of him to straighten the wet hair on its forehead.
Her eyes were filled with boundless gentleness as she looked at the boy's face that resembled that of a man: clear eyes, clear black and white pupils that were bright yet mischievous, without a speck of dust falling from them.
"Did you have fun with your Twelfth Brother again?"
"Twelfth brother taught me how to use a crossbow to shoot live targets today! "This is fun!"
The little guy laughed innocently, his smile as bright as the morning sun. When he laughed, he looked extremely similar to the man called Feng Xinglang: The corner of his mouth raised sinisterly, his high nose made his eyes look especially charming!
"Live target? What live target? What kind of animals did your twelfth brother catch to be your living target? "
Xueluo was shocked. She was very opposed to Hetun having Xing Shi'er teach a little kid who's only five years old.
But Xueluo was unable to change Hetun's insistence. If his son Linnuo did not practice properly, Hetun would separate them so that Linnuo would not be able to see his mother.
So from then on, Linnuo's little friend would practice very hard every day.
Even if he was just a five-year-old baby.
"They are all vermin. Your own son is here to help the people!"
The little guy knew that Mommy didn't like hearing him talk about fighting and killing, so the little guy learned to be happy and not worry.
"Nuonuo, we are all civilized people, we need to love and learn to love and cherish small animals and flowers and plants! Do you know? "
Xueluo patiently taught his son, Linnuo, to bear a kind and caring heart.
"I know, Mommy!" Nuonuo is the kindest, every day he would help the little rabbits to bandage their wounds. "
Linnuo obediently and sensibly responded to her mother's teachings.
"That's more like it!" Nuonuo wants to be a loving and obedient child. "
Lin Xueluo kissed his son's rosy cheeks again and again with incomparable gentleness.
"Du du!"
Two long car whistles immediately attracted the attention of's little friend.
"It's my foster father!" Your foster father is back! "
The little fellow spread out its legs and rushed down the stairs like a small leopard.
"Nuonuo, slow down … Slow down… "Be careful."
Xueluo's concerned voice followed him.
Xueluo often sighed with emotion: Five years ago, she had suffered so much, and when she gave birth to her healthy son Linnuo, she felt that all the hardships she had endured were all worth it.
Suddenly, Xueluo felt that something was wrong with his son's words.
The little guy just said: He will be very loving to help the rabbits bandage their wounds every day?
Where did this little rabbit, who was injured every day, come from?
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"Fifteen… "Fifteen …"
Hetun's loud voice resonated within the Pater Castle.
It had been five years, and Hetun still looked like he did five years ago. Time had not left too many scars on his resolute face.
If he had to change, it was his smile.
Especially when Linnuo spread out her short legs and flew towards him, he opened his arms wide, smiling at her.
"Foster father!" I'm here! He caught it! "
The little guy immediately hopped over and jumped onto Hetun's body.
Hetun carried the little thing in his arms steadily, and threw it up three times in a row, making the little thing laugh out loud.
The Hetun had thrown away this little thing for four years, while Lin Xueluo had been trembling in fear for these four years.
This thick, hand-made carpet was something Xueluo found an excuse to have the servants change into. It was not because the marble floor was too hard that she did not like it, but because she was afraid that the Hetun would fall down and smash the little thing down.
But every time, without exception, the Hetun would steadily catch the little fellow who had been tossed high in the air.