Novel Bin Chapter 1383
The seven-year-old child more or less had a childish naivete: he wanted to use this kind of crying method to solve the obviously irreversible problem!
Some sadness had to be vented out. This is even more true for a seven-year-old.
The little guy rarely cried so brazenly; perhaps he was truly sad.
"Be a good girl and be a good boy. If your foster father loses his arm that\'s in the way, you can still hug him …"
Hetun had been using one arm to hug the crying little fellow tightly, using his nose to rub against Yun Che and his forehead to arch him."Don\'t... Don\'t. I want my foster father\'s arm to grow out! "
The little guy crawled on the Hetun\'s right shoulder and hugged his broken arm as he wailed in pain.
Xueluo silently shed tears, wanting to stop her son\'s endless willful crying. However, her husband Feng Xinglang kept on pulling her wrist, preventing her from coming forward.Xing Shisi and Xing Shiqi, who had already sent their luggage into the room, only stood silently beside Hetun and Xiao 15.
They were not involved in the affairs of the world as shallow and far from being as tactful as Xing Ba, nor as considerate as him.
They still did not know how to deal with such grief. Seeing Feng Xinglang stop Lin Xueluo, they too, silently accompanied him.
"Hey hey, whose baby is this? It\'s been crying all this time. It\'s so noisy that I can\'t sleep well! "The one who spoke was Xing Ba. Xing Ba who had overdrawn his strength and voice.
Xing Ba\'s injuries were not something he could casually walk around; but if he did not step out to smooth things over, this willful and stubborn little thing would probably be able to hold onto foster father Hetun\'s neck and cry for the entire hour.
The entire Pater Castle was already miserable enough, but this little fellow\'s crying sounds were more like needles piercing their hearts, causing the Hetun and the other foster son s to feel very uncomfortable as well. That kind of pain was several times more painful than the injuries on their bodies.
"Smelly eighth brother …" How did you take care of my foster father? Return my foster father\'s arm! "
The little guy stared at Xing Ba who was slowly walking out with his teary eyes, and asked while choking on his sobs.
"It\'s eighth brother who has failed in his duty!" "Brother Fifteen can do whatever you want!"In order to comfort the little guy who was crying, Xing Ba took responsibility on himself; this way, the little guy would change its target and start a ruckus with him.
Actually, Xing Shi\'er and Xing Ba were the most hurt when Hetun lost his right arm. Because they were closer to the Hetun than their other sworn brothers. The deeper the relationship he had with the Hetun, the more profound it became.
"Smelly eighth brother!" You return my foster father\'s arm! "Smelly eighth brother!"
Just as Xing Ba had expected, the little guy immediately changed targets and struggled out of Hetun\'s body, rushing towards Xing Ba with great anger. Boom!
No matter how sturdy the little guy was, he was just a seven year old child. However, Xing Ba was actually knocked around by him, if it wasn\'t for the fact that Xing Shiqi was fast enough, he would really have fallen to the ground.It was only then that Feng Xinglang realized: Xing Ba had indeed suffered heavy internal injuries.
"Nuonuo! Stop fooling around! Your foster father\'s arm won\'t grow back! "
Feng Xinglang strode forward and grabbed his son who was beating Xing Ba\'s chest with his fists. Xing Shiqi, however, had been tightly protecting Xing Ba\'s chest with his hands the entire time; It was the blood that came out of the wound before it could be swallowed.
"That won\'t happen!" No! "My foster father\'s arm will definitely grow back again!"
"Bastard Feng Xinglang, is it because you hate my foster father, so you don\'t wish for my foster father to grow an arm again, right?"
The little guy who was unwilling to accept this cruel reality had almost gone insane.
"Do you think it\'s your baby teeth?! You can even grow new teeth if you lose them? "
Feng Xinglang turned towards the little fellow who was pestering him, "Your arm can\'t be reborn! If it\'s broken, then it\'s broken. There will never be another one! "
Feng Xinglang didn\'t want the little guy to be immersed in his pitiful fantasies forever.
This is not a fairy tale!
If he used deception and concealment to maintain this fairy tale, it would only cause more harm to this little fellow!
The little fellow was startled, he raised his head and looked at his father who was furious, suddenly feeling that his father had become a stranger.
"... Feng Xinglang! "You\'re so annoying!"
"Nuonuo, don\'t … What your father said is the truth! "
Xueluo crouched down and came over, hugging his screaming son into his embrace, "Mommy\'s good child, stop it … Stop it, okay? Your foster father lost his arm, so we are all very sad … "
"Don\'t... Your biological son, don\'t lose your arm! " The little fellow wailed once again.
Xueluo hugged the little guy\'s tear-stained face, and gently wiped it away with his hand. "Then does Nuonuo mean to say that because your foster father lost an arm, you don\'t love him? Right? Is that right? "
"No... No! Fifteen forever loving his foster father! "Always!"The little fellow moved to Hetun\'s side and tightly hugged his waist, "Foster father, Fifteen will always love you!"
"Fifteen... You are cutting off your foster father\'s heart! "
When Hetun knew that his arm could not be reborn, he had never felt so sad. However, when he heard Little Fifteen say again that he loved him, he started to cry.… ….
It was a sumptuous dinner, but the little guy didn\'t eat a single bite. They were just fed up with being in the Hetun\'s embrace, and were hugging him tightly.
Xueluo also did not eat much, he only sat quietly, and would occasionally glance at the Hetun\'s broken arm.The doctor who came to help the Hetun with the transfusion was chased away by him with a wave of his hand; he was only hugging Little Fifteen tightly.
Let alone her son Linnuo, even an adult like her could not accept the tragic fate of a tyrant in her later years.
How long had it been since the Hetun was overweeningly arrogant? And now, he had no choice but to face the pain and inadequacy.
He couldn\'t be as elegant and unhurried as a normal person!Although Hetun did not display too sad an expression, Xueluo could tell that Hetun would occasionally have a lonely expression.
"Enough, Feng Linnuo! Are you done making a ruckus? "
However, Feng Xinglang showed a good appetite, "Father knows your filial piety! But just by meaning it, don\'t be too unreasonable! "