Chapter 1737: Waiting for tenderness 13 (1/2)
Year after year, for young children, it doesn't seem to feel much. It is nothing more than another birthday.
But for Feng Xinglang, it is unforgettable.
A year ago today, Cong just died! He died to rescue him.
Subconsciously, Feng Xinglang still has a little hope: Maybe Cong Gang is really Superman, or maybe he is the most powerful as the son Lin Nuo said ...
But all hopes and illusions have to be defeated by this cruel, day-to-day reality.
Cong Gang never came back alive!
杳 No message, as if really dead!
Deadly!
Nothing to live for!
It's like dust that's been blown away! Only memories!
Feng Xinglang came alone today. Did not bring his two sons.
This summer, the eldest son, Feng Linnuo, was having fun in Repulse Bay in Hetun. I heard that Hetun was a glider and a flying machine in order to please his grandson. He also heard that a little lion and cheetah were brought back from the Middle East to support him.
The younger son Feng Sect was much quieter. Since weaning off the breast, the little one seems to be better able to feed. There was no sign of stickiness. Occasionally he wakes up, as long as he's not hungry, he doesn't cry or make a noise. He looks at a corner or the ceiling quietly.
Since crawling, Feng Zongzhe has a hobby that keeps Mommy Xueluo worried: as long as the small things are placed on the crawling mat, after a while, the small things crawl and sit in a corner horn and sit quietly It must be scary.
Xueluo thought that his youngest son, Zongzhe, had the legendary autism, but Feng Xinglang disagreed. He said it was personality.
Because every time he gazed deeply into the eyes of the little thing, he could feel the arrogance of his son.
In front of this retro villa gradually covered by the creeper, Feng Xinglong stood silently for a long time.
A villa without interest is like a cold tomb.
Feng Xinglang can't remember how many times he has brushed his face since Cong just died ... Each time he brushes, his mood will be more dignified and more lost.
No matter how great, after all, it is still impossible to escape the calculation of death.
”It's over there ... isn't it easy? Without my uncle to serve ... your life ...”
Feng Xinglang paused for a moment and changed his words: ”How boring your ghost will be!”
Looking at the immutable scene, Feng Xinglang frowned deeply, walked slowly, and sat down on the dark gray simple single sofa.
As the saying goes, the ghost is inseparable! With Cong Gang's powerful character, the ghost should also be stronger than others to be logical!
But Feng Xinglang has been here so many times, but never felt the presence of Cong Gang.
It seems that Cong Gang just went out a long way, and the return date is undecided!
However, all this is nothing more than the subjective will of Feng Xinglang!
Maybe he was in this life, and he couldn't find a close bodyguard who was loyal to himself like Cong Gang and had no desire!
Also good friends!
It is sometimes that his temper is stronger and more arrogant than his master.
No one else can give the kind of security Cong Gang gave Feng Xinglang! It seems that as long as Cong Gang is beside his Fengxinglang, even if it is in the Longtan Tiger Point, he can fall asleep peacefully.
just……
”Dog, do you say that you die ... you can choose a quiet one to die quietly alone? You have to brush your presence in front of Lao Tzu! Let Lao Tzu feel that I owe you all my life ... ”
Feng Xinglang slightly squinted his eyes, ”Although you save my master, that's what your dog-leg should do ... but is it a bit deliberate to die like you? You should wait to save me Go silently die! ”
”I knew your dog thing was intentional ...”
The shady environment faded away the heat of the summer, and it was somewhat refreshing.