Chapter 1382

Hetun's right hand

No more!

He's disabled. He lost his right arm!

Since ancient times, the beauty sighs late, does not allow the hero to see the white head!

The river village stands against the fast setting sun, with the desolation of Xiaoxiong.

No matter how strong people are, they will grow old. However, Hetun is not so graceful and leisurely, but so bloody and tragic!

"Adoptive father Adoptive father

As soon as the RV stopped, Linnuo could not wait to get out of the car and run towards the river village in the sunset.

Hetun half squatted, holding the little guy steadily; head to head, face to face, vigorously rubbing and kissing the little thing, as if he could not fully express his love for the little thing.

"Fifteen You want to die your adoptive father! My adoptive father thinks of you several times every day I can't sleep well, and I can't eat well! "

I really want to be cruel! He Tun rubbed his warm lips tightly against the little guy's forehead. "Do you think about your adoptive father in the 15th year?"

"Yes! Every day! "

The little guy sniffed his sour nose, "adoptive father, are you better? Let's see. Where are you hurt? "

Ye and sun hugged and rubbed each other for a long time, and then the little guy remembered to ask about the injury of his adoptive father Hetun.

Because of backlight and height difference, the little guy who ran out of the RV didn't find Hetun's disappeared right arm at the first time.

Feng Xinglang was the first to find out, but he didn't say a word. He just felt that his chest was blocked, which made him unable to breathe smoothly.

He was silent all the time! More like a kind of silence!

In addition, I found that my body didn't fall in the river after the sunset.

"Adoptive father is OK My adoptive father is well

He Tun rubbed his forehead again, then slowly stood up, and clasped him in his left arms with his left hand.

"Alan Snow falls Dad is really happy that you can come to see him! I'm so happy from the bottom of my heart

Snow gently answered, "Dad, I'm sorry, we're late Do you want to be hard

He Tun fondled his grandson Xiao Shiwu's head and looked at Feng Xinglang affectionately. However, Feng Xinglang's eyes swept past his right sleeve and his side remained silent.

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

"Alan Thank you for coming to see me! "

Maybe it's too hard for him to help himself. He Tun came forward and hugged Feng Xinglang three meters away.

With his left arm, he hugged the only child in his life!

Fenghang Lang Mingming can push the river village away! What's more, Hetun at this moment is still an old man with a broken arm.

But Feng Xinglang couldn't lift up the strength to push the river village away

You can only hold yourself tightly and tightly With his last arm!

"Alan Thank you My child Thank you

Hetun is no longer young, no longer angry, no longer healthy He is old and disabled, but more human!

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

"Adoptive father..."

All of a sudden, Linnuo yelled, "adoptive father, where's your right hand? Where's your right hand? "

Lin Nuo found that his right sleeve was empty when he Tun, his adoptive father, was hugging his father Feng Xinglang. And when the wind blows, it moves.

What about the arm inside?

The little guy ran over, squeezed the empty sleeve of Hetun's right hand, and cried out in horror:

"adoptive father What about your right hand? Where's your right hand? Have you hidden your right hand? "

In the little guy's frightened inquiry, xueluo also saw the empty right sleeve of Hetun.

"Dad Your right hand? "

The little guy panicked and began to grope in the front chest and back of Hetun, as well as the whole waist.

"Adoptive father, where did you hide your right hand? Why can't I find it? "

He Tun, with a gentle smile, bent over and lifted the little thing from the ground with one arm.

"The adoptive father only uses one arm, also can hold my favorite little 15 steadily!"

Linnuo, who can't touch Hetun's right arm, seems to have understood something. "Adoptive father, where's your right hand? Where's your right hand? "

The little guy immediately burst into tears. "Was it cut off? Why didn't you pick it up? "

"Don't cry for 15 years Although the adoptive father has only one hand left, he can still hold fifteen! "He Tun comforted the little guy with tears in his eyes. I want to wipe away my tears for the little guy, but suddenly I find that I can't spare 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 out crying and yelling, "adoptive father, let your right hand grow out quickly! I want you to pick up your right hand! "

"Nono, don't disturb your adoptive father..."

Xueluo just wants to come forward to hold the little guy who is crying wantonly in Hetun's arms, but she is held by her husband.

"Eight Old twelve, what's the matter with you? Pick up your adoptive father's arm

I don't know if it's because the little guy can't accept the imperfection of his adoptive father Hetun, or if he can't bear to see his old adoptive father lose an arm and become a poor disabled man; he makes a lot of noise, and cries bitterly and obstinately, circling over the whole of paterburg.

"Fifteen, dear Stop crying! My adoptive father's arm It won't grow out! I can't take it! "

Hetun wants to kiss the little guy's tearful face, but the little guy pushes his head away.

"No! I don't want it

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

Sensible little guy, suddenly become not sensible up.

He wantonly cried, wanted to achieve his wish through such a naive way.

Xueluo has already lost her voice and choked. She covers her mouth tightly and leans her head on her husband's back.

Feng Xinglang just quietly looks at his wayward son's noisy river village. But they didn't come forward to stop it.

I can't bear to let the 7-year-old accept the cruel reality, but I don't want to cover it up.

"Xing Lang, you Please advise nono Tell him to stop

Snow choked, unable to suppress the sadness, so that she can not say a complete word.

"Don't persuade me! It's better to make him cry! "

Feng Xinglang hugged his weeping wife and said faintly.