The call was to Xing Ba.
A call that was more than a month late.
Previously, he had been hesitant. Perhaps it was because he had a grudge in his heart, or because he did not have a good reputation. Feng Xinglang valued friendship and righteousness, but he was not a person who was good at expressing his feelings!
But this time, it was for his son, Feng Linnuo, so this call was naturally much more reasonable.
The call was not picked up immediately. After it rang, Feng Xinglang patiently made a second call. For the sake of his own son, Feng Xinglang's temper would always be better. Fortunately, the call was picked up!
"Prince … Prince Xing?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a little weak.
"You know that I'm the Crown Prince, yet you still dare to be so disrespectful?"
Feng Xinglang reprimanded. Although he had never admitted his relationship with He Tun, Xing Ba and the others always called him 'Crown Prince of Xing', and it was inevitable that he would feel superior after hearing it for a long time.
"I suffered some minor injuries … it's difficult for me to move around. I hope Crown Prince Xing can forgive me."
The fact that Xing Ba was willing to answer Feng Xinglang's call was already giving him a lot of face.
"Where's my Nono? Was he kidnapped by River Tun again? "
Feng Xinglang asked directly. It wasn't that he didn't care about Xing Ba's injuries. It was just that Xing Ba and the others were already used to getting injured.
However, Xing Ba asked in surprise, "Little Fifteen was abducted?"
"Nono isn't with you? What about Xing Shier? Is it possible that he picked up Nuo Nuo? "Feng Xinglang pressed on.
"Impossible! Old Twelve is more seriously injured than me … Besides, we just returned to Pater Castle. How can we go to Shen City to pick up Jiang Xiao? "
Xing Ba's words made Feng Xinglang furrow his brows tightly.
"Your people are in Fort Pater? Including Hetun? "
"Yes … Foster Father's arm was chopped off by the rebels. Twelfth Brother was injured in an explosion when he tried to retrieve Foster Father's severed arm."
Xing Ba stopped this sad topic and asked, "By the way, what's wrong with Fifteen?"
"I ran out to play. I thought he went to Repulse Bay. "
Feng Xinglang avoided the topic and dwelled on the trivial.
Judging from Xing Ba's weak voice, his injuries were not light. Even Xing Shier was injured by the explosion. It could be said that the entire army had been wiped out!
Someone cut off his arm in Hetun? Feng Xinglang's heart twisted inexplicably.
But then he cursed in his heart, "It's a pity that I didn't kill him! He was lucky!
The call was then hung up. It was certain that the little guy did not come to Shallow Water Bay, nor was he with He Tun and the others.
Could it be that he took the initiative to go to Pater Castle after hearing that River Town was injured?
That was possible!
Otherwise, the little fellow would always ask him, her father, some strange questions these days. For example, if his adoptive father died, would his biological father be so sad that he would shed tears?
It seemed that the little fellow cared a lot about this foster father of He Tun! There were also his sworn brothers who doted on him.
Flying to Pater Castle alone? That was obviously impossible! Those complicated procedures weren't something a little kid like him could handle.
If he wanted to fly to Pate Castle, he would definitely find someone to take him there … Who would the little guy go to?
However, Feng Xinglang soon eliminated this idea.
Firstly, He Tun and the others wouldn't take the initiative to tell the little guy about his injury. Secondly, even if they did, they would make preparations beforehand. They wouldn't let the little guy take the risk alone. Moreover, did He Tun really want the little guy to see him in such a bad state?
If the little guy didn't want to fly to Pater Castle, where would he go to do things?
Or was he thinking too much? Did the little guy just run out because he wanted to play?
…
Old Fourth Yannawa's expression didn't change throughout the journey.
It was as if he had a fake face.
The little guy wanted to ask about the big caterpillar Cong Gang, but after pouting a few times, he still didn't ask.
Anyway, he would see the big caterpillar soon. It wouldn't be too late to ask then.
Besides, Old Fourth Chong looked weird. He didn't know if he was the same as Xing Laowu, the silly type. If he only knew how to answer 'I don't know', then it would be useless to ask.
The sky gradually darkened. When they passed by the graveyard, Lin Nuo didn't feel afraid. He just stared at the scenery outside the window, silently in a daze.
He couldn't get in touch with his adoptive father, nor could he get through to Old Twelve and Old Eight. Later, he couldn't get in touch with the big caterpillar either. The little guy had been depressed and worried.
It wasn't hard to see that the little guy was like his father, a person who valued friendship and righteousness. But this would more or less become his weakness.
"Big caterpillar … big caterpillar …"
The black Passat stopped outside the villa. The little guy got out of the car and shouted loudly. As he shouted, he ran straight into the villa.
The door of the villa was open. It should have been left for the little guy.
"Big caterpillar … big caterpillar, where are you?"
There was no one in the big living room, so the little guy ran straight upstairs.
In the master bedroom on the second floor, the little guy found Cong Gang lying on the bed.
The color of ash was quiet and serene, but it lacked some vitality.
"Big caterpillar, why are you lying on the bed? Are you hurt? Are you badly hurt? "
The little guy ran over and gently lifted the thin quilt on Cong Gang's body. He saw that there were bandaged wounds on his left shoulder and left calf. His chest and abdomen were simply covered with traditional Chinese medicine.
"Well, I'm a little hurt."
Cong Gang responded. He wanted to sit up, but he lay back down with a muffled groan. It seemed that the injury wasn't light.
"Big caterpillar, don't move. What do you need? I'll get it for you!" The little guy said with concern.
Looking at the little guy's concerned face, Cong Gang's eyes softened a little, but also dimmed a little.
"I've escorted your adoptive father and Xing Er out of Mexico City. They should have returned to Fort Pater by now."
Cong Gang still told the little guy what he was most concerned about.
"Really? Oh, that's great! Big caterpillar, you're the best and the best! "
The little guy jumped up, hugged Cong Gang's cheek, and gave him a loud kiss.
The proud little guy rarely took the initiative to kiss his relatives. Apart from his parents and adoptive father, Cong Gang was considered lucky.
Being kissed by the little guy so unexpectedly, Cong Gang seemed to be a little nervous. Obviously, he didn't like to have any skin contact with others.
"Is my adoptive father hurt? And Twelfth Brother and my second brother? "
The little guy asked anxiously after kissing him.
"Your adoptive father lost an arm; Xing Er, he … he's hurt pretty badly. I don't think he can hold on much longer! Even if he's saved, he'll be better off dead than alive. "
Cong Gang lowered his eyelids, and his somewhat pale face was stained with an unclear sadness.
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