Chapter 1382 He Is Old and Disabled

Hetun's right hand...

there is none left!

He is disabled and has lost one of his right arms!

Since ancient times, beauties lament their old age, and heroes are not allowed to grow old!

Hetun stood half against the setting sun, with the desolation of a lonely hero.

No matter how strong people are, they will all grow old; but Hetun did not age gracefully and leisurely, but was so bloody and tragic!

"Father...Father!"

As soon as the RV stopped, kid Lin Nuo couldn't wait to get out of the car and run towards Hetun in the sunset.

Hetun squatted half-crouched and hugged the little guy who rushed over firmly; he leaned his head against his head and his face against his face, and kept rubbing and kissing the little thing vigorously, as if he could not fully express his love for the little thing. The overflowing favor of things.

"Fifteen...you miss your adoptive father so much! My adoptive father misses you several times every day...I miss you so much that I can't even sleep well, and my food doesn't taste good!"

You really want to be cruel! Hetun pressed his warm lips against the little guy's forehead, "Have you missed your adoptive father since you were fifteen?"

"Think about it! Think about it every day!"

The little guy sniffed his sour nose and said, "Father, are you feeling better? Let Shi Fifteen take a look at where you are injured?"

The grandfather and grandson hugged each other for a long time before the little guy remembered to ask his adoptive father Hetun about his injury.

Because of the backlight and the height difference, the little guy running out of the RV failed to notice Hetun's missing right arm at the first time.

Feng Xinglang was the first to notice it, but he didn't say anything. He felt as if something was blocked in his chest, preventing him from breathing smoothly.

He has been silent! More like a moment of silence!

Xueluo, who got out of the car later, didn't notice Hetun's strange broken arm; in addition, Hetun was squatting half-crouched, facing the red light of the sunset.

"My foster father is fine... my foster father is fine!"

Hetun kissed the little guy's forehead again, then slowly stood up; and used his left hand to hold the little guy in his left arms.

"Alang...Xueluo...Dad is really happy that you guys can come see me! I am happy beyond words and from the bottom of my heart!"

Xueluo responded gently, "Dad, I'm sorry, we're late... Didn't it make you want to be cruel?"

Hetun lovingly caressed his grandson Xiaoshi's head while looking at his son Feng Xinglang affectionately; but Feng Xinglang's eyes glanced past his right sleeve and turned his head. Maintained silence.

Hetun saw that his son Xing Lang had discovered his mutilated right arm. But he didn't speak.

"Alang...thank you for coming to see me!"

Perhaps because he was too overcome with emotion, Hetun actually stepped forward and hugged Feng Xinglang tightly, who was three meters away.

With his only remaining left arm, he hugged his only child tightly!

Feng Xinglang can obviously push Hetun away! What's more, Hetun at this moment is still an old man with one arm missing.

But Feng Xinglang couldn't muster the strength to push Hetun away from him...

He could only let Hetun hug him tightly... with his only remaining arm!

"Alang...thank you...my child...thank you!"

Hetun is no longer young, no longer angry, and no longer healthy... He is old and disabled, but he has more humanity!

The arrival of his son and grandson really warmed up his sad mood during this period!

"Father..."

Suddenly, child Lin Nuo shouted, "Father, where is your right hand? Where has your right hand gone?"

Only then did the child Lin Nuo realize that his adoptive father Hetun, who was hugging his biological father Feng Xinglang tightly, had his right sleeve empty. And when the wind blows, it will move.

What about the arms inside?

The little guy ran over, pinched Hetun's empty right sleeve hard, and shouted in horror:

"Father... where is your right hand? Where is your right hand? Did you hide your right hand?"

Amid the little guy's frightened inquiry, Xueluo also saw Hetun's empty right sleeve.

"Dad...your right hand?"

The little guy panicked and started groping at Hetun's chest, back, and entire waist.

"Father, where did you hide your right hand? Why can't Fifteen find it?"

Hetun smiled lovingly, bent over and picked up the little thing from the ground with one arm.

"My adoptive father can hold my beloved little fifteen firmly with only one arm!"

Lin Nuo, the child who couldn't touch Hetun's right arm, seemed to have understood something.

"Father, where is your right hand? Where is your right hand?"

The little guy burst into tears immediately, "Did someone cut it off? Why wasn't it picked up?"

"Don't cry when I'm fifteen... Even though my adoptive father only has one hand left, he can still hug me!"

Hetun comforted the little guy who had tears in his eyes. I wanted to wipe away the little guy's tears, but suddenly found that I couldn't free my other hand.

"No! I don't want you to hold me with one hand...I want you to hold me with two hands..."

The little guy suddenly started crying and making a fuss, "Father, please grow your right hand quickly! I want you to pick up your right hand on the 15th!"

"Nono, don't make trouble with your adoptive father..."

Xueluo was just about to step forward and take away the little guy who was crying freely in Hetun's arms, but was held back by her husband.

"Old Eight...Old Twelve, what did you do? Hurry up and pick up your adoptive father's arm!"

I don’t know if it was because the little guy couldn’t accept the imperfection of his adoptive father Hetun, or because the little guy couldn’t bear to see his elderly adoptive father lose an arm and become a pitiful disabled person; he made a lot of noise, was miserable and stubborn The sound of crying circled over the entire Petrburg.

"Fifteen, be good... don't cry! My adoptive father's arm... can't grow back! He can't be reattached either!"

Hetun wanted to kiss the little guy's tear-stained face, but the little guy pushed his head away.

"No! I don't want it!"

The little guy cried willfully, "I want my adoptive father's arms to grow!"

The sensible little guy suddenly became ignorant.

He cried and made a fuss wantonly, trying to achieve his wish through such childish methods.

Xueluo had already choked up. She covered her mouth tightly and rested her head on her husband's back.

Feng Xinglang just watched quietly as his wayward son made a fuss in Hetun. But he didn't come forward to stop it.

I can't bear to let go, and I can't bear to let the 7-year-old kid accept this cruel reality; but I don't want to hide it.

"Xinglang, you... please advise Nono... tell him to stop making trouble."

Xueluo choked with sobs, her uncontrollable sadness made it impossible for her to speak a complete sentence.

"No need to persuade him! It's better to let him cry and fuss!"

Feng Xinglang hugged his crying wife and said calmly.