Chapter 1390

That appearance: it seems that after waiting for Feng Xinglang for a long time, he was finally looked forward to!

Because he is not familiar with Xing Er, and because Xing Er is a dying man, Feng Xinglang seems to have some resistance to this abrupt meeting. He leaned over the door and didn't plan to come into the room.

"Adoptive father I want to talk to Xing Lang alone. "

Xing er's voice was weak and tired.

As a middle-aged man, he seems to be about ten years younger than he Tun, and the sound of "adoptive father" is embarrassing to Feng Xinglang.

"Good. The adoptive father is outside with them

As Hetun got up and left, Xing Laowu and a Shengyan, who had been guarding Xing Er, also left together.

When passing by Feng Xinglang, he Tun patted his son on the shoulder, which was similar to a kind of soothing closeness.

It can also convey a feeling to others: their father and son have settled their past quarrels, and now they have a good relationship!

Feng Xinglang didn't reply to Hetun. He didn't even look at Hetun. Some habits can't be changed for a while.

All the others left the room, leaving only Feng Xinglang and Xing Er, who was seriously injured and dying.

It's kind of weird to be in a room with a dying stranger!

"Alan, come here I don't have a lot of breath. I have to save it. "

Xing erdai didn't treat Feng Xinglang as an outsider, which meant he was a bit familiar.

Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows and gently wriggled his lips. He came closer to his bedside according to Xing er's idea.

It is said that when a man is about to die, his words are also good, and Xing Er will not think ill of himself.

"Song Tai's wound How's it going? "

Songtai? Feng Xinglang frowned slightly: this name seems to have been heard, but I can't remember who it is!

"Cong gang Songtai is CongGang. "

Seeing Feng Xinglang's puzzled look, Xing Er went on to explain.

“……” Is Xing er's topic a little off the mark? Shouldn't it be talking about the feelings and grudges between myself and Hetun? Why did Cong just come?

“…… You can go down to the ground for two steps already! "

Out of politeness to dying people, Feng Xinglang answered Xing er.

"That's good..."

Xing er's heart seemed to hang for a long time, and he finally breathed a heavy breath of relief, "let him suffer!"

What do you mean?

Feng Xinglang could tell that Xing ER was grateful to Cong gang.

However, Xing Er had raised CongGang for so many years, and this repaying kindness saved him once, which was not a big event that needed a thousand thanks.

"Cong Gang is no longer a big problem. You can take good care of yourself."

Feng Xinglang wants to use this sentence as their closing speech.

After all, it's not very polite to call him in the morning just to ask Cong Gang about his injury.

The key is that Feng Xinglang felt that Xing Er should leave this precious time to Hetun and many of his brothers. Tell me the last words and wishes that should be told.

But Feng Xinglang didn't know: Xing er's last wish was to see feng Xinglang. Because he wants to talk to him!

"Xing Lang, remember what I said Leave Songtai by your side and take him Keep him for you, he He can keep your family alive This life is peaceful

After Xing Er finished this sentence, he was half lying on his upper body, then he leaned to one side.

At that time, Feng Xinglang was still thinking about Xing er's words. Xing er's meaning should be: leave Songtai, that is Cong Gang, for his own use, will he keep his life peaceful?

But what's Xing er's purpose?

Do you want to find the gold owner for CongGang? Is he worried that Xing Er will die and Cong gang will starve to death if he can't find a job?

No! It's just a matter of food and clothing.

This Xing Er is almost dead. How can he worry about Cong Gang?

The key is CongGang. It's not easy to control! It's not that he can keep it if he wants to. He can use it if he wants to!

"You are very concerned about Cong gang..."

As soon as Feng Xinglang's words came out, he found that Xing er's head couldn't use any strength, and his wilting slanted side was on one side, and the infusion hand also hung under the edge of the bed

Feng Xinglang reached over and couldn't find Xing er's breath.

This is Dead?

Is it too hasty to die?

Feng Xinglang was not even mentally prepared.

Is Xing er not willing to swallow his last breath just to wait for him to say the last words to him?

After two or three minutes beside Xing er's dead body, he slowly moved to the door.

Outside the door, he Tun and many of his adopted sons were waiting; when they saw Xing Er, who had died on the hospital bed, they showed extraordinary calm."My father My second brother, he Is he dead? "

Feng Xinglang nodded slightly and stroked his son's head gently.

"I haven't even seen my second brother for the last time How could he just die? "

The little guy sniffed his nose and his eyes began to turn red again.

"Your second brother walked quietly Let him tell you: he likes you! I like all my brothers, too

This white lie soothes the sad hearts of all people.

Remove the needle from the back of Xing er's hand. He Fu sends Xing er's hand back to the quilt.

"Old eleven, I'll leave the affairs of your second brother to you!"

"Yes, adoptive father."

Xing Shi died in Mexico City, and Xing Xi was the only surviving adopted son.

So far, many people have died like this in peizibao.

It is enough to show Xing er's position in Hetun's mind!

……

After returning to the main fort, Feng Xinglang was unable to calm down for a long time.

It seems that Xing er's words before he died have been echoing in his ears

"Hang Lang, have some hot milk."

Snow will warm good milk to her husband's hand. She could see the depression of her husband.

"I'll wash it first..."

Feng Xinglang got up and said, "snow falls, please take care of Nuo. Don't let him run out and make trouble."

Snow gently nodded, "you have a good bath. I've got the clothes and the towels. "

Xueluo wants to go in to accompany her depressed husband, but she still stops and goes to the living room to find her son Linnuo according to the man's words.

The little guy who ran back to his room almost ran into his mother.

"Mommy, where's my father?"

"Your father is taking a bath!"

Snow crouched, wiping the sweat on his son's forehead, "your brother-in-law, they are very busy, you have to be obedient, don't make trouble, you know?"

"I just came in looking for my father." The little guy ran straight to the bathroom.