Chapter 1382: He is old and disabled

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Hetun's right hand ...
No more!
He is disabled and has lost a right arm!
Since ancient times, beauty sighed, and heroes were not allowed to see their heads!
Hetun stood half-turned against the fast-falling sunset, with a desolate solitude.
No matter how strong people, they will grow old; but Hetun failed to be old and elegant, and so and tragic!
"Father ... Father!"
Just after the touring car stopped, the children of Lin Nuo couldn't wait to get out of the car and ran towards Hetun in the setting sun.
Hetun squatted down and hugged the rushing little fellow firmly; head against his head, his face against his face, and he kept darting to kiss small things, as if he couldn't fully express his love for the young The spoiled love of things.
"Fifteen ... you want to die your righteous father! Your righteous father can think of you many times every day ... even if you think you can't sleep well, you can't eat rice well!"
I really want to be cruel! He Tun pressed his little lips tightly against his forehead, "Did you miss your righteous father in fifteen?"
"Think! Think every day!"
The little boy sniffed pantothenic nose. "Yifu, are you better? Let's see fifteen, where did you hurt?"
Grandpa and grandson hugged each other for a while, the little guy remembered to ask Yifu Hetun's injury.
Due to backlighting and height differences, the little guy who ran out of the RV did not find Hetun's disappeared right arm in the first place.
Feng Xinglang was the first to discover it, but he didn't say a word. He just felt like something was blocking his chest, preventing him from breathing smoothly.
He has been silent! More like a kind of silence!
The snow that got off the car did not find Hetun's strange residual arm. In addition, Hetun was squatting halfway, leaning against the red light of the sunset.
"Yifu is fine ... Yifu is fine!"
Hetun kissed the little guy's head again, and then slowly got up; he used his left hand to catch the little guy in his left arms.
"Alan ... Xue Luo ... You are able to see Dad, Dad is really happy! It's so expressive, happy from the heart!"
Xue Luo's gentle response, "Dad, I'm sorry, we're late ... make you want to be ruthless, right?"
While he was petting and caressing grandson Xiao 15 ’s head, Hetun looked at his son Feng Xinglang affectionately; but Feng Xinglang's gaze swept across the sleeve of his right hand, and turned his head. Maintaining silence.
Hetun saw his son Xing Lang have found his broken right arm. But he didn't speak.
"Arang ... Thank you for coming to see me!"
Maybe it was too embarrassing to restrain himself, He Tun actually came forward and hugged Feng Xinglang, who was three meters apart.
With his left arm, he hugged the only child in this life tightly!
Fengxing Langming can push Hetun away! Besides, Hetun at this moment is still a late old man with one arm missing.
But Feng Xinglang couldn't raise the slightest effort to push him to hold him ...
Can only let Hetun hug himself tightly and tightly ... with his only one arm!
"Alan ... thank you ... my child ... thank you!"
Hetun is no longer young, no longer suffocating, and no longer healthy ... he is old and disabled, but more humane!
The arrival of his son and grandson really warmed his sad mood during this time!
"The righteous father ..."
Suddenly, Lin Lin shouted, "Father, what is your right hand? Where is your right hand?"
Only then did Lin Nuo find that he was hugging his father-in-law Feng Xinglang's righteous father, He Tun, and his right sleeve was empty. And when the wind blows, it will move.
What about the arm inside?
The little boy ran over, pinched the sleeve of Hetun's empty right hand, and shouted in horror:
"What is your right hand? Where did your right hand go? Did you hide your right hand?"
In the little boy's frightened inquiry, Xue Luo also saw Hetun's empty right-hand sleeve.
"Dad ... your right hand?"
The little guy panicked and began to fumble around Hetun's chest and back, and his entire waist.
"Father, where did you hide your right hand? Why can't you find it?"
He Tun smiled lovingly, bowed over, and lifted the small object off the ground with one arm.
"The righteous father can also hug my favorite little fifteen with only one arm!"
Little Lin Nuo, who couldn't touch Hetun's right arm, seemed to understand something.
"Father, what is your right hand? Where is your right hand?"
The little boy burst into tears immediately, "Did it get chopped off? Why didn't it get picked up?"
"Do not cry at fifteen ... Although the righteous father has only one hand left, he can still hold fifteen!"
Hetun comforted the little fellow with tears in his eyes. I want to wipe away the tears for the little guy, but suddenly I find that I can't make another hand.
"No! I don't want you to hold me in one hand ... I want you to hold me in both hands ..."
The little guy suddenly burst into a wayward cry and said, "Father, please let your right hand grow up! Fifteen, you need to pick up your right hand!"
"Nono, don't make your right father ..."
Xue Luo just wanted to come up and hug the little guy who was crying in the arms of Hetun, but was stopped by her husband.
"Old Eight ... Old Twelve, how did you do that? Get your father's arm up soon!"
I do n’t know if the little guy could n’t accept the imperfection of Yifu Hetun, or the little guy could n’t bear to see the elderly elder father lost an arm and turned into a poor disabled; The cries of noise circulated over Patterburgh.
"Fifteen, obediently ... don't cry! The arm of the right father ... can't grow out! I can't take it anymore!"
Hetun wants to kiss the little boy's teary face, but the little man pushes his head away.
"No! I don't!"
The little boy was crying waywardly, "I will grow out the arm of the righteous father!"
The sensible little guy suddenly became ignorant.
He cried loudly and wanted to achieve his wish in such a naive way.
Xue Luo had long lost her voice and she covered her mouth tightly, resting her head on her husband's back.
Feng Xinglang just watched quietly, the wayward son of the troubled Hetun. But did not come forward to stop.
Reluctant and unwilling to let the 7-year-old little thing accept this cruel reality; but they don't want to hide it.
"Xing Lang, you ... persuad Nono ... let him stop."
Xue Luo choked, her irrepressible sorrow, making her unable to say a complete sentence.
"No need to persuade him! It's better to let him cry!"
Feng Xinglang hugged his crying wife and said lightly.