Lin Nuo only knelt for a while before he started to move his little body.
His knees were facing the hard floor for a long time, making him feel uncomfortable. And when he raised his head, he would occasionally see the old granny in the photo frame. He wasn't too old, but he had already grown a head full of white hair due to his worries.
Seeing his own father and mother kneeling, the little guy did not want to stand up alone, so he half sat and half kneeled. To reduce the discomfort on his knees.
In this mourning hall, there was a surveillance camera; and there was more than one.
The guards did not make things difficult for Lin Nuo's non-standard kneeling posture. After all, he was just a child. And in the mourning hall, they kept scolding the little guy, as if they were not very respectful to the deceased.
"Mommy, when can we get up to eat?"
Lin Nuo's little stomach was already growling from hunger.
"Nuo Nuo, are you hungry?"
Xue Luo stretched out an arm and gently hugged the little guy in her arms.
"I'm not very hungry … just a little bit hungry."
Lin Nuo also realized: Even his usually arrogant biological father Feng Xinglang knelt down, that old Major General should be very powerful. He did not want to cause trouble for mommy and biological father.
"Nuo Nuo, can you bear with it for a while? I think in a while, they will send us food. "
Xue Luo of course loved her child. But less than half an hour had passed, if he asked for food now, the possibility of being rejected was too high.
"Okay, then let's wait for a while."
Lin Nuo obediently nodded his head. Then he looked at his biological father Feng Xinglang.
Feng Xinglang kept silent. He looked like he was thinking about something, or calculating the time.
"Biological father, are you hungry?"
With his biological father and mother by his side, Lin Nuo was very safe. But he did not really like this strange and quiet environment.
The little girl did not know that the carved black box contained Fang Mu's mother's ashes.
"Are you hungry, biological son?"
Feng Xinglang recalled his thoughts, lovingly caressing his son's head.
The little boy turned to look at his mommy and shook his head. "I'm not hungry." He didn't want his mommy to feel bad for him.
In fact, when Feng Xinglang asked the little fellow if she was hungry, he himself was so hungry that his eyes were blurry. Not to mention that he had been beaten up, he had only drunk a few mouthfuls of water in the past 20 hours.
Feng Xinglang saw the offerings on the table: a plate of pastries and a plate of apples.
Feng Xinglang was silent for a few seconds, then he reached over and took an apple from the fruit platter.
Before Xue Luo could stop him, Feng Xinglang had already taken a long bite out of the apple. He was probably helping his son, Nuo Nuo, to remove the peel.
In just a few bites, Feng Xinglang had eaten off most of the apple's skin. He was so hungry that he couldn't bear to spit out the peel in his mouth and directly swallowed it. At the very least, it could ease his hunger and moisten his mouth.
"Mm, it's pretty sweet. My good son, eat quietly. Don't attract those bad people. Understand? "
Little Lin Nuo nodded his head repeatedly. He hugged the apple that was mostly eaten by his father and snorted, "Daddy, your bite is so ugly!"
"Be good, when we get home, daddy will bite a prettier one for you!"
Even though he was imprisoned, Feng Xinglang could still find joy in his suffering in front of his wife and child.
The little fellow hugged the bumpy apple and reluctantly took small bites. He listened to his father Feng Xinglang's words and tried not to make too much noise.
"Mommy, you have a bite too."
The little fellow's heart ached the most for his mommy, Lin Xue Luo.
"You eat, mommy is not hungry. Be good, eat quietly. "
Xue Luo was thinking: Presumably, Auntie Fang, who has always been kind and kind, wouldn't mind a child eating her offering.
Little Lin Nuo took two small bites and then brought the apple slice in his mouth to mommy's mouth …
Xue Luo didn't reject her son's filial piety. She opened her mouth and ate the apple slice.
The little fellow then took another two small bites and brought it to his father Feng Xinglang's mouth.
Xue Luo's heart was bitter and warm. She hoped that after this experience, her son would be more sensible and obedient.
Seeing his wife and child reduced to such a state, Feng Xinglang couldn't bear it. Was it because he was too incompetent, or was this old fellow Fang abusing his power too much, using his position to avenge personal grudges?
No matter what the reason was, Father Fang could no longer obtain Feng Xinglang's forgiveness!
Not only did he abuse his power to beat him and Yan Bang, he even dared to make things difficult for his wife and child, forcing a 6 year old child to kneel?
Was this something a Major General should do? Headstrong and self-opinionated, abusing his power for personal gain!
"Cough cough …"
Feng Xinglang who was shrouded in anger couldn't suppress the hatred in his heart and coughed a few times.
"Xinglang, what's wrong?" Xue Luo asked anxiously.
Feeling something spilling out from his throat, Feng Xinglang hurriedly used his hands to cover it and at the same time shook his head to indicate that he was fine.
"Father, you vomited blood …"
Little Lin Nuo discovered to his horror that there was blood flowing out from the gaps between his father Feng Xinglang's fingers.
"…" Feng Xinglang didn't expect that his internal bleeding would be so serious.
"Father, are you going to die? Bastard Feng Xinglang, you can't die! "
Little Lin Nuo threw away the apple in his hand and hugged his father Feng Xinglang in fear.
Because he had experienced Mother Fang vomiting blood and died, the little fellow was afraid that his father would die like that old granny who vomited blood.
"Xinglang … why did you vomit blood?"
Xue Luo moved over and hugged her husband's upper body, "Did they beat you?"
"No problem, I won't die!"
Feng Xinglang did not open his palm to let his wife see the bloodstains, instead he wiped his palm on the black elegiac couplet by the side. It can be considered as using his own blood to hold a memorial for Mother Fang's death.
"How could they do this! Beating people and humiliating them … "
Xue Luo's tears started to flow as she used her hand to wipe away the bloodstains on her husband's lips.
"No problem, it's all your husband's fault!"
Feng Xinglang hugged the tearful woman and kissed her forehead.
"It's all my son's fault … my son shouldn't have angered this old granny to death …"
Seeing that his father was beaten and vomited blood, the little fellow felt guilty and sad. He felt that he did not do anything wrong, but the fact was that he angered the old granny to death caused all of this.
"Father, are you feeling very sad?"
Lin Nuo spread out her chubby little hands and rubbed her father's chest.
"No, I'm not sad … it's just that my heart is very sad to see my son and my wife being wronged!"
Feng Xinglang opened his arms and hugged his wife and son in the crook of his arm.
"Xinglang … I'm sorry … it's all my fault! I shouldn't have been so close to Fang Yi Yan … "
Although Xue Luo said that apologetically, what did she do wrong?
She knew Fang Yi Yan long before she married into the Feng family; perhaps her mistake was that she did not know how to control the extent of her white lies.
Or perhaps, without Feng Xinglang's appearance, at this moment, Lin Xue Luo and Fang Yi Yan would have developed into a real husband and wife.
Fate always played tricks on people like this!
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