His child was close at hand, but he could not touch it.
For a father like Feng Xinglang, there was nothing sadder than this.
"Nuo Nuo … come to daddy quickly. Let daddy take a good look at you … "
Feng Xinglang changed the way his son liked to address him, wanting to please the little fellow who was unwilling to take a step forward. But the little fellow was still standing there silently. No matter how Feng Xinglang stretched out his arms, he could not touch him.
The little fellow did not take a step forward, nor did he retreat. He just stood there silently and stared at his father, Feng Xinglang, who was in a sorry state.
The little fellow saw the black rice porridge that was overturned and spilled on the ground outside the iron fence, as well as the scattered bacon rolls.
He seemed to suddenly understand the real intention of his mommy Xue Luo to put the chocolate beans in his pocket.
"Feng Xinglang, why did you stupidly come here to be my adoptive father's prisoner?"
The little fellow was silent for a minute or two before asking abruptly.
Feng Xinglang's raised hand slowly drooped down, squeezing his face out from the iron fence a little.
"Because my wife and child are here! I just want to be closer to you and your child … closer! "
Feng Xinglang used words that his son Lin Nuo could understand. His intention was not to stir up emotions, but it achieved the effect of stirring up emotions.
"Are you repenting for abandoning your wife and child twice?"
Every time his son said the words' abandoning his wife and child ', Feng Xinglang's heart would be pierced.
"Nuo Nuo, daddy doesn't want to find any excuses to justify my actions."
"But in life, there are always some things that I have no choice."
"For example, I wanted to save your uncle, and at the same time, I wanted to save your mommy; I wanted to catch you, and at the same time, I wanted to catch your sister Feng Tuantuan … but I couldn't do it! So I could only save your uncle, and then die together with your mommy; before I saw the ocean ball pool, I ran towards you … "
"I did let you and your mommy down, I always wanted to make it up to you …"
"But I lacked a chance!"
"Only you and your mommy can give me this chance."
Feng Xinglang was not sure how much his five-year-old son could understand, but he still expressed his inner thoughts.
It sounded more like: when a man is about to die, his words are kind.
As Lin Nuo listened to his biological father Feng Xinglang's' excuse ', there was another long silence.
"Okay, Fifteen, it's getting late. Go back to your mommy's arms and sleep."
Xing Ba didn't want Feng Xinglang and Little Fifteen to continue their father-son relationship.
This was because Feng Xinglang and his adoptive father, He Tun, had already reached the point where water and fire could not coexist.
It was only a matter of time before Feng Xinglang and Little Fifteen killed each other, whether they took the initiative or were forced to do so!
"I want to sleep with you tonight! Could you please go and wash your stinky feet clean? If it stinks to me, I'll definitely ask foster father to chop off your stinky feet! "
Xing Ba was overwhelmed by the favor from the little fellow.
One had to know that the little guy had always been spoiled and rarely gave others the chance to please him.
"About sleeping with me … forget about it. Your delicate body is too expensive for me to bear! "
At this moment, Xing Ba was like a cold concubine in the depths of the palace who was suddenly called out to be pampered. She really couldn't get used to it.
"You think too much! I want you to sleep with me! I'll sleep in the stomach, and you'll sleep on the floor. "
The little fellow gave Xing Ba a cold look again. "Go and get ready. I'll go to your room later."
Xing Ba responded and left. But he didn't go far. He really wanted to hear what Little Fifteen and Feng Xinglang would talk about.
"Nuonuo, come to daddy."
After Xing Ba left, Feng Xinglang immediately called his son Lin Nuo in a gentle voice.
But the little fellow just brought the fairy tale in her hand to a place where Feng Xinglang could reach. But he didn't come forward.
"Read it to me!"
Feng Xinglang was slightly startled. His quick-witted mind thought: Did Lin Xueluo put some kind of note in the book?
But a fairy tale book was just a fairy tale book. It didn't conjure up any note because of Feng Xinglang's wild imagination.
"Don't you want to read it to me?"
"No, I want to."
"In the dead of winter, big snowflakes like goose feathers fluttered everywhere in the sky. There was a queen sitting by a window in the palace, doing needlework for her daughter …"
Accompanied by Feng Xinglang's reading, the little fellow quietly stared at Feng Xinglang …
It seemed to be a little different from the fatherly love he had expected!
In his mind, his father should be an unparalleled hero who could protect him and mommy … and not like now, embarrassed like a prisoner.
But for Lin Nuo, even if he was just a prisoner, it was still very much desired.
"Not long after, the king daddy married another wife. This queen was very beautiful, but she was very proud and conceited, and extremely jealous … "
"Why did the king daddy marry another wife? Did he not love his original wife and child? "
The little fellow interrupted Feng Xinglang's reading and asked persistently.
Feng Xinglang was slightly startled, as if he didn't expect his son to ask such a question.
Should he explain to his son that one could have three or four wives in the fairy tale? Or should he tell his son that this was just a fictional story?
"I don't think so! If I were that king, I wouldn't marry another wife! I would only think that you and your mommy are my wife and child! "
Feng Xinglang looked straight at his son's childish face and answered softly.
Father and son stared at each other. Their eyes were filled with emotions that could only be understood by those of the same bloodline.
After a long time, Lin Nuo looked back and slowly took two steps forward; so close that Feng Xinglang could touch him.
"Nuo Nuo … Daddy's good boy."
Feng Xinglang finally hugged his own child, a sour feeling rising in his nose.
Faintly, Feng Xinglang felt that his son Lin Nuo was stuffing something into his pocket; again and again, a few times in a row.
While he was being hugged by his biological father, the little fellow stuffed the chocolate beans in his pocket into Feng Xinglang's pocket.
Feng Xinglang was about to reach into his own pocket, but Lin Nuo made a shushing gesture at him.
He held his biological father Feng Xinglang's right hand; the back of his hand was stained with blood, and the center of his palm was even more scorched.
"It's alright, it doesn't hurt."
Feng Xinglang first comforted his silent and sad son.
Crystal clear liquid accumulated in the little fellow's eyes, but it didn't roll down.
"Feng Xinglang, your reading is too awful … I really can't listen to it anymore! Just stay here, I'm leaving! "
The little fellow turned around and left, not even turning his head back.
"Nuo Nuo … Nuo Nuo!"
Feng Xinglang shouted twice, until the heavy sound of the door closing came from the passageway.
Subconsciously, Feng Xinglang put his hand into his pocket and felt out a few round things.
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