The little guy was stunned. He stared at Yan Bang with his eyes wide open, and his lips moved stiffly.
"Big Bang Bang … Y-you must be joking with me!"
Yan Bang's solemn and cold face showed that he was not joking with the little fellow at all.
"Nono, Big Bang Bang is not joking with you! Cong Gang was really dead! Wei Kang was the one who sent Cong Gang's body to be cremated. You can ask him if you don't believe me! "
Yan Bang spoke very calmly. Perhaps in his opinion, the little fellow was already able to accept these facts.
"No, no! The caterpillar wouldn't die! The big caterpillar was so powerful, how could he die? You must be lying to me! The caterpillar wouldn't die! He was the best! How could he die! "
Unwilling to accept this fact, the little guy retorted impatiently. Her eyes were filled with tears.
Yan Bang didn't expect the little fellow to be so concerned about Cong Gang's life. This was out of his expectations.
He had always felt that the fact that his father cared about Cong Gang's life and death had already made Yan Bang very upset. He did not expect that his son would do the same.
Why was Feng Xinglang and his son so reluctant to part with this Cong Gang?
"Humans … will all die! Sooner or later, it's all death! "
Yan Bang comforted her. "Cong Gang did die a little early, but as the saying goes, 'The earlier you die, the earlier you can reincarnate!' Maybe Cong Gang has already reincarnated into the President's home! "
"No … the big caterpillar won't die!"
The little fellow continued to mutter, "If I don't want him to die, he won't die!"
Why does this sound so familiar? It seemed that his own father, Feng Xinglang, had also said something similar.
"That's enough Feng Linnuo, stop being stubborn! If Cong Gang is dead, then so be it. Don't you still have me? "
Yan Bang bent over and lifted the little fellow off the ground. However, the little fellow suddenly burst into tears.
"I don't want the caterpillar to die … I don't want the caterpillar to die …"
The little guy was crying very sadly, big tears falling down his cheeks. "Big Bang Bang, you must be lying to me! I hate you … I don't want to like you anymore! You are so annoying! "
No matter how Yan Bang persuaded and comforted, he was unable to stop the little fellow's crying.
But from the beginning to the end, Yan Bang did not mention to the little fellow that Cong Gang had died to save his father, Feng Xinglang.
In a moment of carelessness, the little fellow ran out, ignoring Yan Bang's shouts and Yan Wuchang's cries.
The little guy ran to the car and asked his uncle, Xing Shisi, to drive him to his father's GK Venture Capital.
When Lin Nuo arrived at GK Ventures, Feng Xinglang was talking to a few managers in the project department.
The sound of the little fellow pushing the door was loud enough for everyone in the office to hear.
"Father, your son has something to ask you … Are you free now?"
Looking at his tearful son, Feng Xinglang seemed to have foreseen some things.
"If a son has something to ask his father … Of course his father is free!"
Feng Xinglang sent away the project managers and squatted down to gently hug the tearful little fellow.
"Father, the big caterpillar, he … Is he really dead?"
The little fellow asked directly. Extremely sad and panicked, he only wanted to know what the truth was.
Feng Xinglang frowned and stared deeply at his son's tear-stained face. He asked softly, "Who did you hear this from?"
"Da Bang Bang said it! I went to him and wanted him to take me to the Amazon to find the big caterpillar … But Da Bang Bang said the big caterpillar was dead! Dear father, is what Da Bang Bang said true? He lied to me, right? "
Until this moment, the little fellow still did not want to believe the fact that Cong Gang was dead.
This Yan Bang!
But at this moment, Feng Xinglang had no intention of blaming Yan Bang.
Because sooner or later, his son, Nuo Nuo, would know about this. He could not hide it from the little fellow for long.
Perhaps it would not be so difficult to hear it from Yan Bang rather than telling the little fellow himself.
Feng Xinglang hugged his son tightly in his arms and gently rubbed the little fellow's tearful cheeks.
"Nuo Nuo, the big caterpillar will always live in the heart of his father and son, so the big caterpillar will not die!"
Feng Xinglang answered his tearful son in a euphemistic manner.
"Feng Xinglang, you bastard! You lied to me again! You said the big caterpillar went through the Amazon jungle … "
The little fellow did not buy the idea that the big caterpillar would not die as long as he lived. He just wanted to know whether Cong Gang was dead or alive.
"Nuo Nuo, father will take you to see the big caterpillar!" Feng Xinglang picked up his crying son.
…
At noon, the mountain forest was shrouded in sunlight, making it look even more serene.
Most of the trees on the mountain were evergreen broad-leaved forests. Only a small number of trees would shed their leaves, making the entire forest more concise and lively, with a strong sense of spatial transparency.
When they were a few hundred meters away from Cong Gang's house, Feng Xinglang stopped the car by the side of the road.
He held his son's little hand and walked slowly in the forest step by step.
"Nuo Nuo, do you feel the big caterpillar's presence?"
The little fellow shook his head and asked in a sobbing voice, "Father, the big caterpillar will not die, right? He is so powerful … "
Stepping on the dead branches and rotten leaves in the forest, Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the sky through the gaps between the trees.
"Nuo Nuo, father is the same as you. We don't believe that the big caterpillar will die!
That big caterpillar is definitely not dead! Even your own son won't believe that the big caterpillar will die! "
However, this method of self-deception did not last long. The little fellow suddenly burst into tears again.
"Father, can you let the big caterpillar come back? Son, I really miss him! "
In the face of his son's uncontrollable crying, Feng Xinglang's heart was wrung painfully. He squatted down and gently wiped away the tears on his son's cheeks.
"The big caterpillar will come back … We must have enough patience!"
"Dear father, please let the big caterpillar come back now … Dear son, I really miss him so much! If it doesn't work, let him call me. "
The little fellow put his little head on his father's shoulder and cried even more bitterly.
"Nuo Nuo, with us thinking about the big caterpillar and worrying about the big caterpillar … he will be very pleased!"
Feng Xinglang kissed his son's tearful cheeks. "We will be grateful to have him in our lives; he will also be grateful to have us in his life!"
"Father, I just want the big caterpillar to come back …"
The little fellow could not understand the profound words of his father, Feng Xinglang, and did not want to listen. He just insisted on making a fuss, wanting Cong Gang to come back to him.
"In fact, the big caterpillar has always been here … he has never left!"
Feng Xinglang kissed his son's cheek. "Did you hear that? The big caterpillar is saying hello to us."
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