One thousand and one nights


    Qin Yue chewed these words carefully, and Fei''s lips faintly recalled.


    It''s only one thousand and one nights. It''s not enough.


    ……


    A few days later, I made an appointment to visit the cemetery.


    Xiang Xing got up early in the morning, came out of the room with an old biscuit box with some weight, and got into the car of Qinyue.


    Although he was curious about what was in the biscuit box, Qin Yue still didn''t ask. After the little guy sat down, he helped her fasten her seat belt.


    The car slowly drove out of the Qin family manor and went to the cemetery on the other side of the city.


    The party took things up the mountain and came to Xiang Wen''s tomb.


    Xiang Xing suddenly saw a familiar and old shadow standing in front of the tombstone.


    She opened her soft eyes in surprise.


    Xiang Ting came so early.


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


    The girl thought and suddenly pulled the man''s sleeve.


    He looked up at him and whispered, "ah Yue, wait here, will you?"


    "OK."


    Qin Yue gently hooked his lips and nodded.


    He immediately greeted No. 6 and others behind him and retreated down the mountain.


    Xiang Xing took a deep breath and hugged the biscuit box in his hand.


    He took a light step and slowly came behind Xiang ting.


    Xiang Ting seemed to feel the latecomer, and his shoulders trembled slightly.


    However, before he looked up and turned around, Xiang Xing smiled faintly and took the lead in opening his mouth.


    "Mom said that she was most sorry for only one person in her life."


    "Because she is too cowardly, she will only escape when things happen and fail to live up to his cultivation and expectations. Therefore, over the past ten years, she dare not even mention him. She can only miss him silently in a corner of her heart."


    “……”


    The old man was shocked and looked back in some amazement.


    The girl behind him, with the same sweet smile as her daughter, sent an open cookie box to him.


    The box contained a large stack of envelopes.


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


    Xiang Xing smiled, his eyes bent and his head tilted slightly. "Now, these letters have been successfully delivered."


    “……”


    Xiang Ting was stunned, and the bottom of his slightly turbid eyes was full of shock.


    He raised his trembling hands, took the biscuit box, sat on the ground and read it 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 her daughter''s birth and growth.


    There are also interesting stories and grievances encountered every year, teaching and contradictions in children''s growth, and serious illness.


    Until the old man read the last letter.


    The content is very simple, only three lines.


    I''m sorry.


    I''m not a good daughter.


    I''m about to forget you. Please forget me, too.


    ——Xiang Wen.


    “……”


    After reading the last word, Xiang Ting''s hands trembled, and tears fell down and beat on the beautiful and meticulous handwriting.


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


    Gently wipe away the tears for the old man.


    The old man cried for a long time before he calmed down and calmed his thoughts.


    "How could it not be my responsibility for what happened that year?"


    He smiled a few times, turned his head and stared at the tombstone with white words on a black background..


    Eyes suddenly.