Chapter 1382: He is old and disabled (1/2)

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?”