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