Chapter 1381
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Although he was touched, it was not appropriate to hug him like this!
It was a simple reunion between brother and sister, but some people thought too much. Feng Xinglang stepped forward and pulled his wife away from Xing Shisi.
"Don't be so tight! Maybe your cousin hasn't fully recovered yet. It will be bad if he gets injured again! "
How could he be jealous?
"Fifteen, foster father asked us to pick you up."
"Ah? Foster father asked you to pick us up? But I didn't tell He Tun that we were coming. "The little guy asked in a daze.
In fact, when he saw Xing Shisi, Feng Xinglang also had the same doubts: He knew that his wife and son didn't inform He Tun in advance that they were going to give He Tun a surprise! But He Tun still knew their schedule?!
Could it be that He Tun had spies in Shen City?
"Maybe this is the telepathy between you and foster father!"
He didn't expect Xing Shisi to be such a talker. He even had 'telepathy'! Was there really such a fantastic thing in this world?
Anyway, Feng Xinglang didn't believe it! He was more willing to believe that He Tun had spies in Shen City, so he knew their schedule like the back of his hand.
"Really? Foster father is so awesome! "
The little guy was easy to fool. Someone came to pick them up, which was exactly what he wanted.
"Fifteen, this is your brother Shisheng."
Xing Shisi introduced Xing Shisi, who came to pick them up, to the little guy.
Feng Xinglang knew Xing Shisi. When he rescued his niece Feng Tuantuan, he even lived and ate with Xing Shisi for a few days. A foster son who wasn't very scheming but was obedient to He Tun.
The little guy stared at Xing Shisi, who was behind Xing Shisi, and said, "He is already seventeen … He should call me brother Fifteen!"
"…" This stubborn kid!
"Nuo Nuo, your brother Shisheng is much older than you. Of course you should call him brother! If not, you can call him brother Shisheng. Just like how I call you brother Shisheng. "
It was really difficult for an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy to call the little guy brother. The kind Xue Luo was always so understanding.
But Lin Nuo didn't want to get close to this newcomer Xing Shisi!
Xing Shisi didn't take the initiative to talk to him either. He just took the suitcase beside Feng Xinglang.
"Uncle, how's my foster father?" The little fellow asked worriedly.
"When you see foster father … you'll know."
Xing Shisi's expression was gloomy. He guessed that the situation in River Town wasn't very good.
"Why are you so secretive? How annoying! "The little fellow grumbled in dissatisfaction.
It was not that Xing Shisi wanted to keep it a secret, but he really did not know where to start. He could only remain silent.
Feng Xinglang's family of three sat comfortably in this small limousine.
Xing Shisi brought some meat snacks and fruits; the hungry Lin Nuo gorged himself on them.
On the other hand, Feng Xinglang's expression was grave.
Xue Luo takes a piece of sausage and feeds it to Feng Xinglang, "Alright Lang, eat something. I know you didn't like the steak on the plane! "
"Exactly!"
The little fellow stuffed his mouth half full and mumbled incoherently, "The air stewardesses are considered pretty, but the food they make is really disgusting! He can't be compared to Foster Father's chef at all! "
Feng Xinglang took a bite of the sausage that his wife fed him and faintly revealed a weak smile, "En, it's not bad!"
"Alright Lang, what's wrong?"
Xue Luo whispered into her husband's ear. Because she could see that her husband was forcing a smile.
Did he not want to face River Town again?
Actually that was not the case! Facing River Town or not, to Feng Xinglang, was no longer as intense as before. It was more of a kind of indifference that had been wasted by the years. Even if he was still unable to truly let go and forgive from the bottom of his heart!
Just now Xing Shisi's subtle expression made Feng Xinglang realize that River Town's physical condition was not optimistic. That was why Xing Shisi was hesitant with the little fellow.
Even if River Town was seriously injured, as long as it could recover after treatment, it was not a big deal! It was just that River Town itself had to suffer a bit!
"Oh right, uncle, how are Eighth Brother and the rest?"
The little fellow who had nothing to talk about finally asked about Eighth Brother and the rest. "And Twelfth Brother?"
"Eighth Brother's injury is a bit serious, I think he still needs a few months to recover; Twelfth Brother he …"
"What happened to him?"
The little fellow was so nervous that he jumped up from his seat. "Is he going to die?"
"He won't die … It's just that, it's just that he will look a little ugly."
"Ugly? How ugly would that be? Is he disfigured? "
The little fellow cared a lot about Xing Shisi. During the five years in Pater Castle, he had spent almost all his time with Xing Shisi.
"More or less! His face was injured by stray bullets and explosion fragments, I think he will need some plastic surgery later. "
"That's good …"
The little fellow sat back down. "Scars are a badge of honor for a man! We guys don't need to be too handsome! "
"Oh right, what about my Second Brother? How is he? "
The little fellow finally thought of Xing Shisi. He did not have much contact with Xing Shisi. Because his foster father, River Town, thought highly of Xing Shisi and the other foster sons also followed Xing Shisi's lead, the little fellow did not really like the powerful Xing Shisi.
But Xing Shisi quite liked this fifteenth brother!
"Second Brother, he … probably won't live for long! Foster father has already asked us to prepare for Second Brother's funeral! "
Xing Shisi said very calmly. There was not much sadness in his words. Perhaps He Tun's foster sons were very indifferent to life and death.
"Second Brother, he … he's really going to die?"
The little fellow sniffed his sore nose. "He's so cool, so fierce … he's actually going to die …"
Perhaps what the little fellow was trying to express was: Someone as tough and fierce as Xing Shisi will also face death!
Xing Shisi was a strong man! But even a strong man could not avoid death!
Feng Xinglang hugged his sad son and buried his little face in his arms.
There was no need to say anything to comfort the little fellow. The warm and strong embrace of his biological father was the greatest comfort to the little fellow.
They were getting closer and closer to Pater Castle … They could vaguely see the general outline of Pater Castle through the gaps in the forest. The classical buildings shrouded in a thin layer of mist looked even more mysterious under the setting sun.
"Fifteen … fifteen … Xing Nuo …"
"Listen, Dad. It sounds like Foster Father is calling me!"
The little fellow listened carefully and leaned against the window to look in the direction of Pater Castle. "Dad, look, it's Foster Father … it's really Foster Father!"
"Foster Father … Foster Father …"
The little fellow waved his little hand at River Town, who was waiting under the setting sun. "Your beloved Fifteen is here … here!"
Feng Xinglang also saw River Town bathed in the setting sun …
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