Chapter 1728 His Glory 4

This naughty kid... actually said that?

It was quite beyond Feng Xinglang's expectation.

Do you miss that piece of shit Cong Gang?

There shouldn’t be! But why did the little thing just say that? Could it be that in his mind, his own father was telling the truth?

Feng Xinglang originally wanted to argue. But I felt that all my excuses were so feeble in front of the stubborn little guy.

"Daddy, take Brother Chongchong around, and go upstairs to see the caterpillar's favorite flowers!"

After the little guy confessed, he ran upstairs.

"Nono, please slow down."

Feeling that there was nothing to wander around in the empty living room downstairs, Feng Xinglang slowly followed him upstairs.

Perhaps it was the not-so-mild environment that made Mr. Feng feel uncomfortable. As Feng Xinglang stepped upstairs, the little thing in his arms let out two soft cries.

The cry was not loud, but it could be heard throughout the depressingly quiet villa.

"What's wrong? My young master...isn't he feeling well somewhere?"

Feng Xinglang paused and bent his head to kiss the little guy. Feeling the warmth of the human body, the little thing who was originally a little uncomfortable actually stopped crying and opened his eyes to look around.

Feng Xinglang wasn't sure whether the little one who was just over a month old could see anything specifically, but looking at the little guy who looked very focused, he seemed to feel that he could really see something.

Ying Ting's eyebrows narrowed slightly, and Feng Xinglang looked around alertly.

"Cong Gang, if your mother still lingers, just look for me! Chongchong is still young, don't scare him!"

Is this childish enough to talk to a ghost?

There was a "click", which should be the sound coming from the third floor.

"Nono..."

Feng Xinglang hugged the little thing tightly in his arms and walked quickly upstairs.

"Dad, have you secretly come here alone?"

The child Lin Nuo stopped in front of those flowers and plants, thinking about everything.

"Why do you ask?" Feng Xinglang frowned slightly.

"Because some flowers and plants...are alive!"

The flower house that Cong Gang left behind was not all the delicate orchids that were difficult to take care of; there were also some miscellaneous pots and pots that Feng Xinglang thought were easy to take care of. Just pour some water and get some nutrient solution, and they will grow brilliantly.

In order to take care of these delicate orchids through the winter, Feng Xinglang had to put in some effort to study.

However, the ones that can survive are basically the species with tenacious vitality.

"It was my father who threw away all those withering flowers and plants! It's irritating to keep them!"

"Dad! Why are you throwing away the big caterpillar's things!!"

The little guy seemed a little angry, "Maybe those flowers you threw are the big caterpillar's favorite!!"

"Even if it's what he likes, so what? He can't see it anyway! It's enough to give him face that my father has been taking care of the flowers and plants for him for so long!"

Seeing that his son cared so much about Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang seemed a little angry.

"Dad, if you don't want to take care of these flowers for the big caterpillar, then let your son do it!"

The little guy then frowned again, "It's just that my son's face can't open the door here...Dad, can you think of a way?"

In fact, a smart irrigation system is installed in the greenhouse. Just replenish some culture fluid and medicine regularly.

"Nono, look at your father!"

Feng Xinglang solemnly lowered his face, "The big caterpillar is no longer here... We can just remember him in our hearts! There is no need to do these formal things! These flowers and plants will wither sooner or later! There is no life that can Live forever in this world!"

The little guy pursed his lips tightly, as if he was unwilling to accept his father's truth.

“What’s in the past, let it be in the past!”

Feng Xinglang gently stroked his son's stubborn little head, "This way the big caterpillar can be safe even in hell!"

"The big caterpillar won't go to hell!" the little guy corrected: "The big caterpillar will be in heaven!"

"Haha," Feng Xinglang sneered, "How many people's blood did Cong Gang have on his hands...can he still go to heaven?!"

"That's the blood of a bad guy too! The big caterpillar is a good guy!"

"Okay, okay, the big caterpillar is a good person! The best person in the world!"

Feng Xinglang didn't want to continue arguing with his angry son, "Nono, it's getting late, we have to take brother Chongchong home!"

"Chongchong, are you hungry?"

When the child Lin Nuo stood up on tiptoes to look, he shouted in surprise: "Dad, look, Brother Chongchong is watching with his eyes open!"

Perhaps in the consciousness of little Lin Nuo: Brother Chongchong just eats, drinks, poops and sleeps every day! He rarely even cried.

"Maybe he feels uncomfortable!"

Feng Xinglang seemed to be urging him, "Let's go back quickly!"

"But Brother Chongchong didn't cry! And... I feel like he likes it here very much!"

The living environment of Mr. Feng Er has always been warm and comfortable; he seemed to like it when he suddenly came to such a cool place. So he kept watching with his eyes open. I just don't know what he is looking at and how much he can see.

"It's so gloomy here, let's go back! If brother Chongchong catches a cold, and if your mommy gets angry, both of us, father and son, will have to walk around without food!"

After Feng Xinglang's coaxing, little Lin Nuo reluctantly left Cong Gang's villa.

As soon as he walked out of the door of the living room, the little thing in Feng Xinglang's arms hummed twice, like a feeling of nostalgia, and also like some kind of regret for meeting each other too late.

Only later did Feng Xinglang realize...

"Chongchong, if you like it, my brother will bring you here next time!"

Lin Nuo, who got into the car, used his arms to protect the little thing in the baby carrier, "When you grow up a little bit, my brother will tell you the story of the big caterpillar! The big caterpillar is very powerful...better than Spiderman ( Spider-Man, Iron Man, both are awesome!"

"Feng Linnuo, are you exaggerating a little? Can you let a big caterpillar fly?"

Feng Xinglang amused his son, who almost deified Cong Gang.

"Anyway, in my son's mind: the big caterpillar is the most powerful!" the little guy snorted.

"Yes...so the most powerful ones die the earliest!"

Feng Xinglang made another negative joke. It seemed that whenever any topic related to Cong Gang, he would instinctively belittle him.

"Dad, you are so heartless when you say that about the big caterpillar!!"

The little guy immediately carried his father Feng Xinglang on his shoulders again, "The reason why the big caterpillar died early was not because he saved you!"

"My real father is his master! It is his honor to sacrifice his life for my master!"