Chapter 1383
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The little fellow had been crying in He Tun's arms for more than half an hour. No matter how He Tun comforted him, he refused to listen. He insisted that He Tun grow back his lost arm.
A seven-year-old child more or less had some childish naivety. He wanted to use this crying method to solve something that was obviously irreversible!
Some sorrows needed to be vented. This was especially true for a seven-year-old child.
The little fellow rarely cried so unscrupulously. Perhaps he was really sad.
"Be a good girl, Fifteen. Even if I lose that annoying arm, I can still hug Fifteen …"
He Tun kept hugging the crying little fellow tightly in his arms with his left arm. He rubbed his nose against him and rubbed his forehead against him.
"No … no … I want foster father's arm to grow back!"
The little fellow crawled on He Tun's right shoulder, hugging his broken arm and wailing. Perhaps he had cried for a long time, the little fellow's voice was extremely hoarse.
Xue Luo cried silently. She wanted to stop her son's endless crying. But her husband Feng Xinglang kept pulling her wrist, not letting her come forward.
Xing Shisi and Xing Shiqi, who had already sent the luggage into the room, just stood quietly beside He Tun and Fifteen.
They were still inexperienced. They were not as tactful as Xing Ba and not as considerate as Xing Shiqi.
They still did not know how to deal with this kind of sadness. Seeing that Feng Xinglang was stopping Lin Xue Luo, they also silently accompanied him.
"Hey, whose family's little brat is crying all the time? He's so noisy that I can't sleep well! "
The one who spoke was Xing Ba. Xing Ba's physical strength and voice were exhausted.
Xing Ba's injury was still unable to walk like this. But if he did not come forward to smooth things over, the willful and stubborn little fellow would probably hang on his foster father He Tun's neck and cry for an entire hour.
The whole Pater Castle was sad and miserable enough. The little fellow's crying was like a needle piercing into the heart. It made He Tun and his foster sons very uncomfortable. That kind of pain was several times more painful than the injuries on their bodies.
"Stinky Ba … How did you take care of my foster father? Give my foster father's arm back!! "
The little fellow stared at Xing Ba, who was walking out slowly with his teary eyes. He choked and asked.
"It's brother Ba's dereliction of duty! Fifteenth Brother, you can do whatever you want with him! "
In order to comfort the crying little fellow, Xing Ba shouldered the responsibility. In this way, the little fellow would change its target and start to mess with him.
His adoptive father Hetun had lost an arm, and all his adoptive sons were very sad. Every one of them was willing to trade their own arm for Hetun's, but the cruel reality could not be reversed according to their wishes.
Actually, when He Tun lost his right arm, Xing Twelve and Xing Eight were the most heartbroken. That was because they were closer to River Town than the other sworn brothers. Their relationship with Hetun became deeper and deeper.
"Stinky Old Eight! Return my adoptive father's arm! Stinky Old Eight! "
Just as Xing Ba had expected, the little guy immediately changed its target. It struggled down from Hetun's body and charged toward Xing Ba in a towering rage.
No matter how strong the little guy was, he was still only a seven year old child. But, Xing Ba was knocked to the ground by him. If Xing Shiqi hadn't moved fast enough, Xing Ba would have fallen to the ground.
It was only then that Feng Xinglang realized that Xing Ba had indeed suffered serious internal injuries.
"Nuo Nuo! Stop fooling around! Your adoptive father's arm can't grow back! "
Feng Xinglang rushed forward and grabbed his son, who was punching Xing Ba's chest with his fists. Xing Shiqi had been protecting Xing Ba's chest with both hands. But, the seriously injured Xing Ba still had a little blood trickling down the corner of his mouth. It was the blood that he couldn't swallow in time.
"No! It can't be! My adoptive father's arm will definitely grow back! "
The little guy shouted back at his father, Feng Xinglang, willfully. "Feng Xinglang, you bastard! Is it because you hate my adoptive father that you don't want him to grow back his arm?"
The little guy, who was unwilling to accept this cruel fact, had almost entered a state of Qi deviation.
"Do you think it's your baby teeth? Can new teeth grow back after they're lost? "
Feng Xinglang retorted, "Arms can't be regrown! If they're broken, they're broken. They can never grow back! "
Feng Xinglang didn't want the little guy to be immersed in his pitiful fantasy.
This isn't a fairy tale!
If he used deception and concealment to maintain this fairy tale, it would only cause more harm to the little guy!
The little guy was stunned. He raised his head and looked at his angry father, Feng Xinglang. He suddenly felt that this father of his had become very unfamiliar.
"… Feng Xinglang! You're so hateful! "
The little guy shouted mischievously, "I hate you! I hate you! You just don't wish for my adoptive father to be well! "
"Nuo Nuo, don't be like this … what your biological father said is the truth!"
Xue Luo squatted down and hugged her son who was shouting loudly into her embrace, "Mommy's good child, don't make a fuss … don't make a fuss okay? Your adoptive father lost his arm, all of us are very sad … "
"Don't … biological son doesn't want adoptive father to lose his arm!" The little guy started wailing again.
Xue Luo hugged the little guy's tear-stained face and warmly wiped his tears, "Then Nuo Nuo's meaning is: Adoptive father lost an arm, you don't love him anymore? Right? Is that so? "
"No … no! Fifteen will always love adoptive father! Forever love! "
The little guy moved to He Tun's side and tightly hugged He Tun's waist with his arms, "Adoptive father, Fifteen will always love you!"
"Fifteen … you are cutting your adoptive father's heart!"
When He Tun knew that his arm could not be reattached, he was not so sad. But when he heard Fifteen saying that she loved him again and again, tears started to flow down his old face.
… …
The little guy did not eat a single bite of the sumptuous dinner. He only snuggled in He Tun's embrace and tightly hugged him.
Xue Luo also did not eat much. She only sat there quietly; from time to time she would look at He Tun's broken arm.
The doctor who came to help He Tun was waved away by him. He only tightly hugged Fifteen in his embrace.
Not to mention her son Lin Nuo, even an adult like her could not accept the sad fate of an ambitious and ruthless person in his later years.
That year He Tun was insufferably arrogant. But the current him had no choice but to face the pain and disability.
He was unable to age gracefully like a normal person!
Although He Tun did not show too much sadness, but Xue Luo could see that He Tun's expression would occasionally be sad.
"Enough Feng Lin Nuo! Are you done making a fuss? "
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