Chapter 1612: Alternative purgatory (2/2)
”Dabangbang, my dad is homesick, and he misses my mum too ... I and my dad are going home to see my mummy!”
The little boy looked up to answer Yan Bang's question.
”Lang, are you mad at me?”
Yan Bang thought that Feng Xinglang was clamoring to return to Feng family because he had just said that Cong Gang couldn't live.
”Xing Xing Xing, I just said nothing, I shouldn't say ...”
”Yanbang!”
Feng Xinglang whispered, and stopped the words behind Yan Bang, ”I really want to go back and see ... Always give me a ride!”
”Okay ... I lost to you! You are my uncle, my living ancestor of Yanbang! I am afraid of you!”
Yan Bang immediately stepped forward, relying on most of Feng Xinglang's weight, and moved him into the corridor.
”Get a stretcher and push it! That way you can be more comfortable!”
Yan Bang couldn't bear to seal Xinglang's bandaged wounds, and new blood spilled.
”No, if Xueluo saw me so badly, she would be so distressed that she shed tears again!” Feng Xinglang gasped achingly.
”Lang, I said that you were stupid: From the hospital to the parking lot, and then from the parking lot to the home, Lin Xueluo couldn't see whether you were walking or lying down! You have to walk around like this, just Are asking for trouble! ”
Yan Bang paused, ”You don't want to lie on a stretcher, so I can only hold you down the stairs to the parking lot!”
Feng Xinglang pulled his lips slightly. ”Then I'll lie on a stretcher!”
There are too many distresses and sorrows accumulated in Feng Xinglang's chest. He seems to feel that every breath he takes is suppressed like a burden!
Is it alive to survive?
Or an alternative purgatory?
Feng Xinglang, who was reborn after the disaster, knows clearly that he needs time to forget everything that just happened!
Lying in a spacious RV, at least Feng Xinglang's body is comfortable.
Lin Nuo's kid should have been lingering for a long time.
”Lang, Cong Gang's death, really makes you so uncomfortable?”
Yan Bang seems to care more about Feng Xinglang's attitude towards Cong Gang.
”Yan Bang, if you dare Cong Gang's death before Nuo Nuo and Xue face, Lao Tzu will never associate with you!” Feng Xinglang whispered.
”So serious?”
Yan Bang raised his eyebrows. ”Yes, I don't say, don't say!”
”Is there any discomfort? Don't hold on!”
Seeing Feng Xinglang no longer speak, Yan Bang licked his face and moved closer. It seemed that Cong had just died, and he had an inexplicable excitement.
”Close your beak and I'll be very comfortable!”
Feng Xinglang appreciated Yan Bang's cold eyes.
...
When Feng Xinglang stepped down from the RV, he saw the woman standing slenderly at the door of Feng's living room.
Behind the woman is the light in the living room, like a thin layer of auspicious light.
So beautiful, so gentle, so warm ...
As beautiful as a goddess!