One Thousand and One Nights......

Qin Yue chewed on these words carefully, and his lips were faintly hooked.

It's only a thousand and one nights, so that's enough.

……

A few days later, a date was agreed to visit the cemetery.

Xiang Xing got up early in the morning, walked out of the room with an old biscuit box with some weight, and got into Qin Yue's car.

Although he was a little curious about what was in the biscuit box, Qin Yue still couldn't help but ask, and after the little guy sat down, he helped her fasten her seat belt.

The car slowly drove out of the Qin family manor and headed to the cemetery at the other end of the city.

The group went up the mountain with things and came to the vicinity of Xiang Wen's tomb.

Xiang Xing suddenly saw that in front of the tombstone, there seemed to be a familiar and old shadow.

She opened her eyes in surprise.

Xiang Ting actually came so early.

I saw the old man standing alone in front of his daughter's grave, his head hanging very low, just silent, standing quietly.

The girl thought for a moment and tugged at the sleeve of the man beside her.

Raising his eyes to look at him, he whispered: "Ah Yue, you wait here, okay?" ”

"Okay."

Qin Yue gently hooked his lips and nodded.

immediately beckoned No. 6 and the others behind him, and retreated down the mountain a little.

Xiang Xing took a deep breath and clenched the cookie box in his hand.

took a light step and slowly came behind Xiang Ting.

Xiang Ting seemed to feel the person behind him, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

However, before he could raise his head and turn around, Xiang Xing smiled faintly and took the lead in speaking.

"Mom said that there is only one person who is most sorry in her life."

Because she is too cowardly, she will only run away when she encounters trouble, and she will live up to his cultivation and expectations. So for more than ten years, she didn't even dare to mention him, and could only miss him silently in a corner of her heart. ”

“……”

The old man was shocked, and looked back in some astonishment.

I saw the girl behind her, with the same sweet smile as her daughter back then, and delivered him a box of biscuits that had been opened.

The box contained a large stack of envelopes.

"Because she didn't dare to face him again, she only dared to write these thoughts, but she didn't have the courage to send them."

Xiang Xing's eyes were crooked with a smile, and his head was slightly tilted, "Now, these letters can be regarded as successfully delivered." ”

“……”

Xiang Ting was stunned, and his slightly cloudy eyes were full of shock.

He raised his trembling hands, took the biscuit box, and sat down on the floor, reading them one by one.

There are about forty letters here.

Between the lines, from Xiang Wen's departure, to her success in making her first money, to the birth of her daughter and her growing up.

There are also interesting stories and injustices encountered every year, teaching and contradictions in the growth of children, and serious illness.

Until the old man read the last letter.

The content is simple, with only three lines.

I'm sorry.

I am not a competent daughter.

I'm about to forget you, so please forget about me.

- Xiang Wen.

“……”

After reading the last word, Xiang Ting's hands trembled, and tears suddenly fell, hitting the delicate handwriting.

Xiang Xing sighed faintly, squatted down, and took out a small handkerchief.

Gently wipe away the tears of the old man.

The old man cried for a long time before he eased up and calmed down a little.

"How could it not be my responsibility to do what happened back then?"

He chuckled a few times, turned his head sideways, and stared at the tombstone with white letters on a black background.

The gaze was sudden.