Chapter 2211: Postscript 29 (1/2)
Two days later, Feng Xinglang was discharged from the hospital.
In fact, his health was not a big deal, he just wanted to 'hang up' in the hospital for a few days.
In Wei Kang's words, it's just playing tricks!
Feng Xinglang did not go down to the hospital's underground parking lot, but walked out of the hospital by himself and felt the bright sunshine that had not been seen for many days.
”father……”
As soon as Feng Xinglang walked down the steps, he heard a joyful and careful call from behind the stone pillar.
Although it wasn't the call of the eldest son, Feng Xinglang looked at it in search of a voice: a young boy walked out from behind the stone pillar, his skin was white, thin and slender.
”Ten ... fifteen?” Feng Xinglang muttered subconsciously.
”father!”
The teenager was really surprised and immediately greeted Fengfeng Langben. He asked a little bit, ”I ... can I still call your father?”
The teenager did not expect that Feng Xinglang could recognize himself at a glance after five or six years. The juvenile's unstoppable mood was surging.
”Fifteen ... really you?”
Feng Xinglang reached out in surprise and gently touched the teenager's cheek. ”It's so big ...”
Really lament the years. After a lapse of five or six years, the fifteenth one who once replaced his eldest son turned out to be a beautiful young man.
Feng fifteen, which has begun to develop, is a head taller than Feng Linnuo, a child who has not yet developed. It has already reached Feng Xinglang's chin.
”Dad ... I miss you so much.” The clear tears flowed in the teenager's eyes.
Perhaps Feng Xinglang was the only person in his life who had given him the warmth of his father's love. In order to see Feng Xinglang as soon as possible, Feng Shi 15 paid more sweat and blood than children of the same age.
Deep guilt struck, because Feng Xinglang remembered that he had promised to go to him on the 15th. But five or six years later, he had forgotten it.
”I'm sorry fifteen ... it's dad ... it's dad who forgot his promise!”
Feng Xinglang hugged Feng Shi, a teenager, tightly in his arms. ”Are you all right these years? Have you been in the training camp in Hetun?”
”Yes at first ... but then I escaped! In order to ... see you soon!”
Hugging Feng Xinglang tightly, Feng Fifteen revisited the once warm fatherly love, ”Dad, thank you for remembering me ... I'm so scared that you have forgotten me long ago! I am afraid you will see me Later, I don't know me anymore! ”
”I'm sorry fifteen ... I'm sorry! It's not my father ... I'm negligent!”
Feng Xinglang apologized sincerely. Faced with the child who almost lost his life for his son, he was really guilty.
”Dad, can I seal your last name? Call fifteen?”
The teenager has never resentful that Feng Xinglang forgot his ‘son’ who had been a fake for several months, but always tried to return to Feng Xinglang ’s side by himself. Even if you just meet or say a few words.
Feng Xinglang gently looked at the joyful young man with a calm eyes, and nodded earnestly, ”That's my dad's honor!”
”Dad, how are you!”
The teenager hugged Feng Xinglang once again, overflowing with words of joy and joy.
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For the next week, Feng Xinglang rushed to Yulong City at noon every day to accompany Yan Wuzhen for lunch.