Chapter 1390 Peace in This Life!

That look: as if he had been waiting for Feng Xinglang for a long time and finally had him here!

Because he was not familiar with Xing Er, and because Xing Er was about to die, Feng Xinglang seemed a little resistant to such an abrupt meeting. He leaned against the door and had no intention of entering the room.

"Father... I want to talk to Xing Lang alone."

Xing Er's voice was weak and tired, unable to muster the strength.

He was middle-aged and looked to be about ten years younger than Hetun; Feng Xinglang felt embarrassed when he heard the word 'adopted father'.

"Okay. The foster father will be guarding outside with them."

As Hetun stood up and left, Xing Laowu and Yi Shengyan, who had been guarding Xing Er, also left with him.

When passing by Feng Xinglang, Hetun patted his son's shoulder gently, which was similar to a comforting closeness.

It can also convey to others the feeling that the father and son have settled their differences and their relationship is very good now!

Feng Xinglang didn't answer Hetun, and he didn't even look at Hetun. Some habits cannot be changed for a while.

All the other people left the room, leaving only Feng Xinglang and Xing Er, who was seriously injured and dying.

It's a weird feeling to be in a room with a stranger and a dying person!

"Alang, come here... I don't have much breath left, so I have to save some."

Xing Er did not regard Feng Xinglang as an outsider, he seemed a bit familiar with him.

Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows, twitched the corners of his lips slightly, but still followed Xing Er's wishes and walked closer to his bed.

It is said that when a person is about to die, his words are also kind; presumably Xing Er will not have any evil thoughts towards him.

"How is Songtai's injury...?"

Songtai? Feng Xinglang frowned slightly: I seem to have heard this name, but I really can't remember who it is!

"It's Cong Gang... Songtai is Cong Gang."

Seeing Feng Xinglang's puzzled expression, Xing Er continued to explain.

"..." Is Xing Er's topic a little off track? Shouldn't we be talking about the grudges between ourselves and Hetun? Why are we talking about Cong Gang?

"...I can already take two steps on the ground!"

Out of courtesy to the dying man, Feng Xinglang still answered Xing Er.

"That's good……"

Xing Er's heart seemed to have been hanging for a long time, and he finally let out a heavy breath of relief, "I've made him tired!"

What do these 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, and repaying his kindness by saving him once was not a big deal that required a lot of gratitude.

"Cong Gang is fine. You can rest in peace and recuperate."

Feng Xinglang wanted to use this sentence as the closing speech of the two of them.

After all, calling him here early in the morning just to ask about Cong Gang's injury was not very polite.

The key is that Feng Xinglang feels that Xing Er should leave this precious time to Hetun and his many sworn brothers. Explain the last words and wishes that should be explained.

But Feng Xinglang didn't know: Xing Er's last wish was to meet Feng Xinglang. Because he has something to say to him!

"Xing Lang, remember my words... keep Songtai by your side, keep him... keep him for your use, he... he can keep your family safe... in this life!"

After Xing Er struggled to finish these words, his upper body, which was half lying down, leaned heavily to the side.

At that time, Feng Xinglang was still thinking about Xing Er's words. Xing Er's meaning should be: if he keeps Songtai, that is, Cong Gang, for his own use, will he be able to maintain peace in his life?

But what is Xing Er’s purpose?

Are you trying to find a sponsor for Cong Gang? Could it be that he was worried that if Xing Er died, Cong Gang would starve to death because he couldn't find a job?

Not so! With Cong Gang's abilities, it shouldn't be a problem to make ends meet.

Xing Er is almost dying, but he still has time to worry about Cong Gang?

The key point is that Cong Gang is not easy to control! It's not like he, Feng Xinglang, can keep it if he wants to, and use it if he wants!

"You really care about Cong Gang..."

As soon as Feng Xinglang finished speaking, he noticed something strange about Xing Er: his head could no longer use any strength, and it was leaning to one side, and the hand that was injecting blood also hung heavily under the edge of the bed... …

Feng Xinglang reached out and could no longer detect Xing Er's breath.

Is this...dead?

Wasn't it too hasty to die?

Feng Xinglang was not even mentally prepared.

Could it be that Xing Er refused to take his last breath just to wait for him, Feng Xinglang, to say these last words to him in person?

After standing in a daze beside Xing Er's dead body for two or three minutes, he slowly walked toward the door.

Outside the door, Hetun and many adopted sons were waiting; when they saw Xing Er who had expired on the hospital bed, they were surprisingly calm.

"Dad...my second brother...is he dead?"

Feng Xinglang nodded slightly and gently stroked his son's head.

"I haven't even seen my second brother for the last time...How could he die like this?"

The little guy sniffed his nose, and his eye circles began to turn red again.

"Your second brother passed away peacefully... Let me tell you: He liked you! He also liked all the sworn brothers!"

This white lie soothed everyone's sad hearts.

Pulling out the needle from the back of Xing Er's hand, Father He returned Xing Er's hanging hand to the quilt.

"Old Eleven, your second brother's funeral affairs will be left to you!"

"Yes, foster father."

Xing Shi and the others died in Mexico City, and Xing Shiyi was the only surviving adopted son of Xing Er's subordinates.

Many adopted sons have died; but he is the second person so far to die in Fort Pett like Xing Er.

It is enough to explain Xing Er’s status in Hetun’s mind!

…

Feng Xinglang returned to the main castle and couldn't calm down for a long time.

It seems that the words Xing Er said to him before he died are always echoing in his ears...

"Xinglang, have a sip of hot milk."

Xueluo delivered the warm milk to her husband. She could see that her husband was depressed.

"I'm going to wash up first..."

Feng Xinglang stood up and said, "Xueluo, keep an eye on Nono. Don't let him run out and cause trouble."

Xueluo nodded gently, "Take a good bath. I've got the clothes and towels."

Xueluo wanted to go in to accompany her depressed husband, but she still stopped and followed the man's words to the living room to look for her son Lin Nuo.

The little guy ran back to his room and almost bumped into his mommy who was about to go out to look for him.

"Mommy, where is my biological father?"

"Your father is taking a bath!"

Xueluo squatted down and wiped the sweat from his son's forehead, "Your sworn brother and the others are very busy. You have to be obedient and stop messing around. Do you understand?"

"I just came here to see my biological father." The little guy ran straight towards the bathroom.