Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

One thousand and one nights...

Qin Yue chewed these words carefully, and her red lips were faintly raised.

Only one thousand and one nights, which is not enough.

...

A few days later, it was agreed to go to the cemetery to sweep the grave.

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

Although he was a little curious about what was in the biscuit box, Qin Yue held back and didn't ask. After the little guy sat firmly, 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.

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

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

She opened her eyes slightly in surprise.

Xiang Ting came so early.

I saw the ancient old man standing alone in front of his daughter's tomb, his head lowered very low, just so silent, standing quietly.

The girl thought for a while, and suddenly pulled the sleeve of the man beside her.

Looking up at him, he said softly, "Ayue, wait here, okay?"

"it is good."

Qin Yue gently hooked his lips and nodded.

Immediately, he greeted No. 6 and the others behind him, and retreated a bit down the mountain together.

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

Taking light steps, he slowly came behind Xiang Ting.

Xiang Ting seemed to sense someone behind him, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

However, before he could look up and turn around, Xiang Xing smiled lightly and spoke first.

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

"Because she is too cowardly, she will only run away when things go wrong, and let down his cultivation and expectations. So for more than ten years, she has not even dared to mention him, and can only miss him silently in a certain corner of her heart. he."

"..."

The old man was shocked, and turned his head in a bit of astonishment.

He saw the girl behind him, with the same sweet smile as his daughter back then, brought an opened biscuit box in front of 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."

Xiang Xing smiled until his eyes were curved, and his head was slightly tilted, "Now, these letters can be considered successfully delivered."

"..."

Xiang Ting was stunned, his slightly cloudy eyes filled with shock.

He raised his trembling hands, took the biscuit box, sat on the ground, and read one by one.

There are about forty letters here.

Read between the lines, from Xiang Wen running away, to successfully earning her first money, to the birth and growth of her daughter.

There are also interesting events and injustices encountered every year, the teachings and contradictions of children's growth, and the serious illness.

Until the old man read the last letter.

The content is very simple, only three lines.

sorry.

I am not a competent 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 one after another, beating on the graceful and meticulous handwriting.

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

Gently help the old man wipe away the tears.

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

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

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

Eyes suddenly.