Chapter 1390
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He looked as if he had been waiting for Feng Xinglang for a long time and he was finally here!
As he was not familiar with Xing Er and Xing Er was a dying man, Feng Xinglang seemed to be reluctant to meet him so abruptly. He leaned against the door and did not intend to enter the room.
"Godfather … I want to talk to Xing Lang alone."
Xing Er's voice was weak and tired, as if he could not gather his strength.
He was a middle-aged man and looked only ten years younger than He Tun. Feng Xinglang felt awkward when he heard He Tun call him 'godfather'.
"Alright. Then, Godfather will guard outside with them. "
As He Tun stood up and left, Xing Laowu, who had been guarding Xing Er, and a stranger also left.
When they passed by Feng Xinglang, He Tun patted his son's shoulder lightly. It was a comforting intimacy.
It also conveyed a feeling that the father and son had buried the hatchet and were very close now!
Feng Xinglang did not respond to He Tun. He did not even look at He Tun. Some habits could not be changed in a short period of time.
All the irrelevant people left the room, leaving only Feng Xinglang and Xing Er, who was dying from his injuries.
It was a strange feeling to be in the same room with a strange dying person!
"Ah Lang, come closer … I don't have much breath left. I need to use it sparingly."
Xing Er did not treat Feng Xinglang as an outsider. He acted like he was close to him.
Feng Xinglang frowned and moved his lips slightly. He followed Xing Er's request and walked closer to his bed.
It was said that a dying man's words were kind. Xing Er would not have any evil thoughts towards him.
"Song Tai's injury … how is it?"
Song Tai? Feng Xinglang frowned slightly. He seemed to have heard this name before, but he could not think of who it was!
"It's Cong Gang … Song Tai is Cong Gang."
Xing Er continued to explain when he saw Feng Xinglang's puzzled expression.
"…" Wasn't Xing Er's topic of conversation a little off topic? Shouldn't they be talking about the grudges between him and He Tun? Why did they talk about Cong Gang?
"… He can walk two steps now!"
Out of courtesy to a dying man, Feng Xinglang answered Xing Er.
"That's good …"
Xing Er's heart, which had been hanging in suspense for a long time, finally heaved a sigh of relief. "I've made him tired!"
What did that mean?
Feng Xinglang could tell that Xing Er was probably grateful to Cong Gang.
However, Xing Er had raised Cong Gang for so many years, so it wasn't a big deal to repay his kindness by saving him once.
"Cong Gang is fine now. You can recuperate in peace."
Feng Xinglang wanted to use this sentence to end the conversation.
After all, it wasn't very polite to call him over just to ask about Cong Gang's injuries.
Most importantly, Feng Xinglang felt that Xing Er should give this precious time to He Tun and his sworn brothers. He wanted to pass on his last words and wishes, and so on.
However, Feng Xinglang did not know that Xing Er's last wish was to see Feng Xinglang. Because he had something to tell him!
"Xing Lang, remember what I said … Keep Song Tai by your side. Keep him … keep him for your use. He … he can ensure that your family will live … live a peaceful life!"
After Xing Er said this with difficulty, his upper body, which was originally lying down, tilted heavily to the side.
At that time, Feng Xinglang was still pondering over Xing Er's words. Xing Er must have meant that keeping Cong Gang, that fellow Cong Gang, for his use would ensure that he would live a peaceful life?
But what was Xing Er's motive?
Was he trying to find a sugar daddy for Cong Gang? Was he worried that Cong Gang would starve to death because he, Xing Er, was dead?
Surely not! Given Cong Gang's capabilities, it shouldn't be a problem for him to make a living.
This Xing Er was about to die, yet he still had the time to worry about Cong Gang?
The key was that Cong Gang wasn't easy to control! He wasn't someone that Feng Xinglang could keep or use just because he wanted to!
"You're quite concerned about Cong Gang …"
As soon as Feng Xinglang said that, he realized something was wrong with Xing Er. He could no longer use any strength in his head. His head was tilted to one side listlessly, and the hand that was used for the IV drip was hanging heavily by the side of the bed …
Feng Xinglang reached over and couldn't feel Xing Er's breath anymore.
'Is he … dead?'
'Isn't his death a little too hasty?'
Feng Xinglang wasn't mentally prepared at all.
'Could it be that Xing Er didn't take his last breath just to wait for me, Feng Xinglang, to personally say these last words to him?'
He stared blankly at Xing Er's dead body for two to three minutes before he slowly walked toward the door.
Outside the door, He Tun and his many foster sons were waiting. When they saw Xing Er, who was already dead on the bed, they were surprisingly calm.
"Dear father … My second brother … Is he dead?"
Feng Xinglang nodded slightly and caressed his son's head gently.
"I haven't even seen my second brother for the last time … How could he die just like that?"
The little fellow sniffed and his eyes started to redden again.
"Your second brother passed away very peacefully … Let him tell you on my behalf that he likes you! He also likes all the foster brothers! "
This white lie comforted everyone's sorrowful hearts.
After pulling out the needle from the back of Xing Er's hand, Father He put Xing Er's hanging hand back into the quilt.
"Old Eleven, I'll leave your second brother's funeral to you!"
"Yes, foster father."
Xing Shi and the rest died in Mexico City. Xing Eleven was the only surviving foster son under Xing Er.
Many foster sons had died, but Xing Er was the second one to die in Fort Pater.
This was enough to show Xing Er's position in He Tun's heart!
…
Feng Xinglang, who returned to the main fort, couldn't calm down for a long time.
It was as if the words Xing Er said to him before he died kept echoing in his ears …
"Xinglang, drink some warm milk."
Xue Luo brought the warm milk to her husband's hand. She could see her husband's gloomy mood.
"I'll go take a bath first …"
Feng Xinglang got up. "Xue Luo, look after Nuo Nuo. Don't let him run out and cause trouble."
Xue Luo nodded gently. "Take a good bath. I've brought the clothes and towel. "
Xue Luo wanted to go in to accompany her depressed husband, but she stopped and went to the living room to look for her son, Lin Nuo.
The little fellow who ran back to the room almost bumped into his mommy who was going out to look for him.
"Mommy, where's my biological father?"
"Your biological father is taking a bath!"
Xue Luo squatted down and wiped the sweat on her son's forehead. "Your foster brothers are very busy. You have to be obedient and don't cause trouble, okay?"
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