He's old and crippled

　　Hetun's right hand …

　　No more!

　　He was disabled. He had lost his right arm!

　　Since ancient times, beauties lament late in the evening, do not allow heroes to see the end!

　　The Hetun stood against the setting sun with a desolate look on his face.

　　No matter how strong one was, one would age, but Hetun did not age elegantly and leisurely. Instead, he was bloodthirsty and tragic!

　　"Foster father... "Foster father!"

　　Just as the carriage came to a stop, Linnuo's little friend impatiently got off the carriage and ran towards Hetun in the sunset.

　　Hetun half squatted and held the little fellow steadily. He leaned his head against the wall and pressed his face against it, vigorously kissing the little thing. It was as if he could not completely express his love for it.

　　"Fifteen... You're missing your foster father! Every day, your foster father would think of you several times … I can't sleep well and I can't eat well! "

　　He really wanted to be ruthless! The Hetun used her warm lips to rub them tightly against the little fellow's forehead. "Fifteen, have you missed your foster father yet?"

　　"Yes!" Every single day! "

　　The little guy sniffed his sour nose, "Father, are you feeling better? Quick, let Fifteen see, where are your injuries? "

　　The grandfather and grandson pair embraced each other for a while, only then did the little fellow remember to ask about foster father Hetun's injuries.

　　Due to the difference in height and the reverse beam, the little fellow who ran out of the carriage was unable to discover the disappearance of Hetun's right arm at the first possible moment.

　　Feng Xinglang was the first to notice it, but he did not say anything. He felt as if something was blocking his chest, causing him to be unable to breathe smoothly.

　　He was silent all this time! It was more like a kind of silence!

　　Xueluo, who got off from the car after him, didn't discover Hetun's strange broken arm; Hetun was half-crouching as he was reflected in the red light of the sunset.

　　"Father is fine …" Your foster father is great! "

　　Hetun kissed the little fellow's forehead again before he slowly stood up and hugged the little fellow to his left chest with his left hand.

　　"Ah Lang... Xueluo... Daddy is so happy that you can come and see him! It's a joy that comes from the bottom of my heart! "

　　Xueluo replied gently, "Father, I'm sorry we came late … You think you can kill Nuonuo? "

　　Hetun dotingly caressed his grandson's head as he affectionately looked at his son Feng Xinglang; however, Feng Xinglang's gaze swept past his right hand's sleeve, maintaining the silence with his head tilted.

　　Hetun saw that his son, Xing Lang, had already discovered his missing right arm. But he did not speak.

　　"Ah Lang... "Thank you for coming to see me!"