He Tun's right hand …
Gone!
He was disabled, he lost his right arm!
Since ancient times, beauties sigh at old age, but heroes are not allowed to see white hair!
He Tun stood against the setting sun, showing the desolation of a hero.
No matter how strong a person is, he will grow old; but He Tun didn't grow old gracefully and leisurely, instead, he was so bloody and tragic!
"Foster father … foster father!"
As soon as the RV stopped, Lin Nuo couldn't wait to get out of the RV and ran towards He Tun in the setting sun.
He Tun squatted down and held the little guy in his arms. Their heads were leaning against each other, and their faces were touching each other. He kept kissing the little guy, as if he couldn't express how much he loved the little guy.
"Fifteen … you missed foster father to death! Every day, foster father can think of you several times … so much that I can't sleep well, I can't eat well either! "
He really missed him hard! He Tun used his warm lips to rub the little guy's forehead, "Fifteen, did you miss foster father?"
"Yes! Every day! "
The little fellow sniffed his nose and said, "Foster Father, are you feeling better? Let Fifteen take a look, where are you hurt? "
The grandfather and grandson hugged each other for a while before the little guy remembered to ask foster father He Tun about his injury.
Because of the backlight and the height difference, the little guy who ran out of the RV didn't notice He Tun's missing right arm.
Feng Xinglang was the first to notice, but he didn't say anything. He only felt that his chest was blocked by something, making him unable to breathe smoothly.
He kept silent! It was more like a silent mourning!
Xue Luo who got out of the RV later didn't notice He Tun's broken arm; plus He Tun squatted down in the red light of the setting sun.
"Foster father is fine … foster father is fine!"
He Tun kissed the little guy's forehead again, then slowly stood up; he used his left hand to hug the little guy on his left side.
"Ah Lang … Xue Luo … You can come to see dad, dad is really happy! Happy from the bottom of my heart! "
Xue Luo replied warmly, "Dad, I'm sorry, we came late … Did you miss Nuo Nuo?"
He Tun caressed his grandson Little Fifteen's head dotingly while looking at his son Feng Xinglang with deep affection. However, Feng Xinglang's gaze swept past his right sleeve. He tilted his head and remained silent.
He Tun saw that his son Xing Lang had already discovered his crippled right arm. But he didn't say anything.
"Ah Lang … thank you for coming to see me!"
Perhaps it was because He Tun was unable to restrain himself, but he actually took the initiative to walk forward and hug Feng Xinglang, who was three meters away, tightly.
Using his remaining left arm, he tightly hugged his only child in this life!
Feng Xinglang could have pushed the River Tun open! Moreover, at this moment, He Tun was an old man who had lost an arm.
However, Feng Xinglang did not have the strength to push away He Tun, who was hugging him …
He could only let He Tun hug him tightly … with his only remaining arm!
"Ah Lang … Thank you … My child … Thank you!"
He Tun was no longer young, no longer vicious, and no longer healthy … He was old and crippled, but he was more humane!
The arrival of his son and grandson had warmed his sorrowful heart!
"Foster father …"
Suddenly, Lin Nuo shouted, "Foster father, where's your right arm? Where's your right arm? "
Lin Nuo then discovered that the right sleeve of his foster father He Tun who was hugging his father Feng Xinglang was empty. Furthermore, when the wind blows, it will move.
Where's the arm inside?
The little fellow ran over and pinched He Tun's empty right sleeve with force, yelling in a terrified voice, "You're dead?
"Foster father … Where's your right arm? Where's your right arm? Did you hide your right arm? "
While the little fellow was asking in fear, Xue Luo also saw the empty sleeve of He Tun's right arm.
"Dad … Your right arm?"
The little fellow started to search He Tun's chest and back, as well as his entire waist.
"Foster father, where did you hide your right arm? Why can't Fifteen find it? "
He Tun smiles lovingly as he bends over and picks up the little fellow from the ground with one arm.
"Foster father only uses one arm and is able to carry my most beloved Fifteen up!"
Lin Nuo who is unable to touch He Tun's right arm seems to have understood something.
"Foster father, where's your right arm? Where's your right arm? "
The little fellow immediately starts to tear up, "Was it chopped off by someone? Why didn't I pick it up? "
"Fifteen don't cry … Although foster father only has one arm left, but I can still carry Fifteen!"
He Tun comforts the little fellow whose eyes are filled with tears. He wants to help the little fellow wipe away his tears, but he suddenly discovered that he is unable to free his other hand.
"No! I don't want you to carry me with one hand … I want you to use both hands to carry me … "
The little fellow suddenly starts to cry and make a ruckus, "Foster father, quickly let your right arm grow back! Fifteen wants you to reattach your right arm! "
"Nuo Nuo, don't disturb your foster father …"
Just as Xue Luo is about to carry the crying little fellow in He Tun's arms, she is pulled back by her husband.
"Old eight … old twelve, what are you guys doing? Quickly reattach your foster father's arm! "
Not knowing if it is because the little fellow is unable to accept his foster father's imperfections or because the little fellow is unable to bear to see his old foster father lose an arm and become a pitiful cripple, he starts to make a ruckus. His mournful and stubborn crying sound echoes throughout the entire Pater Castle.
"Fifteen, be good … don't cry! Foster father's arm … can't grow back! Also can't be reattached! "
He Tun wants to kiss the little fellow's tear-stained face but the little fellow pushes his head away.
"No! I don't want! "
The little fellow willfully cries, "I want foster father's arm to grow back!"
The sensible little fellow suddenly becomes immature.
He wantonly cries and makes a ruckus, trying to use this childish method to achieve his wish.
Xue Luo is already choking with sobs. She tightly covers her mouth and leans her head on her husband's back.
Feng Xinglang only quietly looks at his willful son making a ruckus in He Tun. But he does not step forward to stop him.
He is reluctant to let this 7 year old little thing accept this cruel reality; but he does not want to hide it even more.
"Xinglang, you … you persuade Nuo Nuo … let him stop making a ruckus."
Xue Luo chokes with sobs. She is unable to suppress her sadness, making her unable to say a complete sentence.
"No need to persuade! Let him cry and make a ruckus, it is better! "
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