Because it had only been a few days, He Tun's hair had almost turned gray.
And he seemed to have aged a lot in an instant!
A few days ago, He Tun could still be described as' old but vigorous'.
But at this moment, He Tun looked more like a doddering old man!
He looked like an old man in his twilight years! An old man who looked much older than Grandpa Mo!
"Godfather, what happened to you?"
The little fellow asked in shock, "How did you become so old?"
"Nuo Nuo …"
He Tun wanted to use his only broken arm to carry his grandson, Nuo Nuo, but he was too tired to carry Lin Nuo's weight.
"Godfather, don't move! Lie down properly, Fifteen will carry you! "
The little fellow ran over and quickly climbed onto the bed, hugging He Tun who was in pain.
"Nuo Nuo, how is your father? And your mommy … "
"My biological father is still in the hospital. But he can eat now. My mommy … is resting at home. She and my sister need a good rest. "Of course, the little fellow wouldn't say that mommy went shopping with Big Duoduo to watch a movie.
"I made Ah Lang suffer … I made you suffer with godfather! Let godfather see your hand … "
He Tun wanted to see the little fellow's broken finger, but the little fellow immediately hid behind him.
"Godfather, don't look! It's very ugly now, I'll show you when my fingernails grow out! "
"I'm sorry … godfather is sorry to you and your father … godfather deserves to die! Death is not to be regretted! Godfather shouldn't have come back alive! "
"Godfather, don't be like this!"
The desolation of an ambitious and ruthless person wasn't scary; what was scary was the desolation of the ambitious and ruthless person's spirit!
The last thing Xing Shier wanted to see was He Tun being in low spirits and constantly saying that he deserved to die.
"Godfather, you don't have to blame yourself! It's Ceresto who deserves to die! But he's already dead! No one will be able to harm our family anymore! "
The little fellow rubbed He Tun's cheek, "Godfather, you have to be well, Fifteen is still waiting for you to recover soon, so that you can take me out to play! My biological father and mommy have a new favorite sister, godfather loves me the most now! You can't die! Fifteen won't let you die! "
"Nuo Nuo … don't you hate godfather?"
His grandson's heartwarming words made He Tun feel gratified and sad at the same time.
"Of course not! You are Fifteen's most beloved foster father! He's also Fifteen's favorite grandfather! "
Love should be love. But if he used the word 'most loved', it would seem a little like he was trying to please and comfort her.
"Then did Fifteenth ever think about blaming Foster Father?"
The little fellow wriggled around in He Tun's arms, which soothed He Tun's self-hatred a little.
"A little bit! But it's not about Ceresto, it's … it's about how foster father beat up my father. Fifteen was really sad for a long time! Later, Foster Father knew he was wrong, and Fifteen forgave him! But I'm afraid my father won't forgive you! But Godfather, you still have me to spoil and love! Fifteenth will always be Foster Father's most, most, most beloved foster son! "
The little fellow was very proud of this.
Because he was Hetun's favorite! There was no other!
Unlike his biological father, Feng Xinglang, who was fickle in love with the two imposters!
"Nono … Thank you! You're really Foster Father's good boy! Foster Father is counting on you to live! "
He Tun's pessimistic and desperate heart was once again comforted by the little fellow's warmth.
After being intimate with He Tun for a while, the little fellow seemed to feel that something was missing.
He raised his head from He Tun's arms and only saw Xing Shier swaying in front of him, wiping and disinfecting He Tun.
"Shier, where's Eighth Brother? Ask Eighth Brother to get some breakfast for me and Foster Father! I didn't even eat breakfast in order to come and see Foster Father earlier! "
The little fellow was all kinds of tsundere. He had long gotten used to ordering these foster brothers who were older than him.
"Breakfast is ready, I'll go and bring it over now."
The one who answered was actually Xing Shier, who had been waiting outside.
"Who wants you to go?! I want Eighth Brother to go! Where's Eighth Brother? Where did he hide to slack off? "
The little fellow's willful words and actions once again stung the hearts of He Tun and Xing Shier.
"Eighth Brother, he … he … he went sightseeing! I told you not to miss him too much! "
Xing Shier's voice was choked with sobs. He could only pass on Xing Shier's words to Lin Nuo.
"Eighth Brother went sightseeing? Do you think I'll believe that? "
The little fellow widened his wise eyes. "Foster Father is so seriously injured and unconscious for two days. How could Eighth Brother bear to leave Foster Father to sightseeing! Besides, even if Eighth Brother is willing to leave Foster Father who is seriously injured, he can't bear to leave me! Because I'm his most beloved Fifteenth Brother! "
As he spoke, the little fellow seemed to understand something.
The little fellow asked in panic, "Shier … Eighth Brother, he … Eighth Brother, he couldn't have … Could he have died?"
Xing Shier lowered his head because he was really not the kind of person who was good at lying. Even if it was a white lie!
"Shier! Say something! Eighth Brother, he … Is Eighth Brother, he really … really dead? Or is he injured? Crippled? That's why he hides and refuses to see anyone! "
The little fellow jumped down from the bed, grabbed Xing Shier's arm and shook it in various ways.
"Eighth Brother, he's … dead!"
What answered Lin Nuo were four simple words in Hetun dialect. But the word 'dead' was really too ear-piercing!
"No … No! I don't believe it! I don't believe that Eighth Brother is dead … I don't believe it! You must be joking with me! Stinky Eighth Brother loves to tease me the most! "
"Foster Father didn't lie to you … Eighth Brother, he … really died!"
The tears that the little fellow had been holding back finally burst out uncontrollably at this moment as he raised his head and bawled loudly!
Seeing the little fellow bawling loudly, Xing Shier, who had been holding it in for a few days, also broke down and started sobbing.
The little fellow cried unscrupulously and no one could persuade him.
If Xing Ba's spirit was really in heaven, he would probably be gratified to see this scene.
Because in the heart of his beloved Fifteenth Brother, he actually held such a high position! At least the little fellow could cry so loudly for him!
In order to comfort Xing Ba's spirit in heaven, Xing Shier knew that other than Foster Father, Xing Ba cared about Fifteenth Brother the most, so he secretly recorded the little fellow's cries. Even if he were to make a cenotaph for Xing Ba in the future, he would still have something to put in it.
"Stinky Eighth Brother is definitely not dead! He's the worst! He always likes to tease me! "
The little fellow bawled loudly again. "He must be hiding somewhere to slack off …"
Hetun and Xing Shier took turns to comfort him for a long time, but it didn't stop the little fellow's attachment to Xing Ba. More than an hour later, he was still whimpering sweetly.
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