Chapter 79: Gold Master's Cute Snacks Broadcast (47-48)

One thousand and one nights...

Qin Yue chewed these words carefully, his lips faintly aroused.

It's only a thousand and one nights, which is enough.

…

A few days later, an appointment was made to go to the cemetery to sweep the graves.

Xiang Xing got up early, walked out of the room holding a somewhat heavy old biscuit box, and got into Qin Yue's car.

Although he was a little curious about what was in the biscuit box, Qin Yue resisted asking, and after the little guy sat down, he helped her fasten her seat belt.

The car slowly drove out of the Qin's Manor and headed to the cemetery on the other side of the city.

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

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

She opened her eyes softly in surprise.

Xiang Ting unexpectedly came so early.

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

The girl thought for a while, and suddenly pulled the man's sleeve on her side.

He raised his eyes to look at him, and said softly: "A Yue, you can wait here, okay?"

"good."

Qin Yue gently curled his lips and nodded.

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

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

Taking a light step, slowly came to Xiang Ting's back.

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

However, before he looked up and turned around, Xiang Xing smiled faintly and spoke first.

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

"Because she is too cowardly, she will only escape when things happen, and fail his cultivation and expectations. Therefore, for more than ten years, she has not even dared to mention him, and can only silently miss him in a certain corner of her heart. he."

"..."

The old man shook his head and turned his head in a bit of astonishment.

I saw the girl behind him, with the same sweet smile as the daughter of the year, and sent an opened biscuit box in front of him.

The box contained a stack of envelopes.

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

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

"..."

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

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

There are about forty letters here.

Between the lines, he left from Xiang Wen until he successfully made his first money, until his daughter was born and grew up.

There are also the interesting things and injustices encountered every year, the teachings and contradictions that children grow up, to the point that they become seriously ill.

Until the old man read the last letter.

The content is very simple, only three lines.

Sorry.

I am not a competent daughter.

I am about to forget you, please, forget me too.

-Xiang Wen.

"..."

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

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

Gently help the old man wipe away tears.

The old man cried for a long time before he came back and calmed down some thoughts.

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

He smiled sadly, turned his head, and stared at the tombstone with white letters on the black background.

His eyes suddenly appeared.

"After your grandma passed away, on the one hand, I did it for my career, on the other hand, because of the grievances and resistance in my heart, in her childhood, she hardly gave her any care and warmth."

"And because she was afraid of my severeness, she never showed these feelings of loss in front of me, so I didn't even realize that she was so fragile and sensitive."

"So after encountering that incident, I will use evasion to deal with everything."

With that, the old man sighed heavily and looked back at Xiang Xing.

The corners of the old mouth suddenly hooked in relief, and there was a little relief in the eyes staring at the girl.

"I am not a good father, but at least, she has become a good mother."

He raised his hand and patted Xiang Xing's shoulder lightly. "She withstood so many difficulties and pressures, raised you alone and taught you to be so well-behaved and sensible... It's more than I imagined. Much stronger and more mature."

"..."

Xiang Xing pressed her pink lips slightly, and finally chose the default.

She didn't want to break the gratified feeling of the old man before her, it was too cruel.

"Fortunately, she left you to me."

The old man put the biscuit box aside, opened his arms, and embraced Xiang Xing.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, and quickly concealed those sad colors.

The dim light in the eyes reappeared, and he smiled freely, "Little Xing'er, wait for grandpa to deal with those who made troubles, and take you back to Xiang's house gracefully, okay?"

"..."

Xiang Xing paused, and subconsciously glanced at Qin Yue who was not far away.

I don't know if he heard these words.

In short, when he met her gaze, the man smiled faintly, and nodded slightly as if silently.

The little guy bit his pink lip.

Finally nodded vigorously: "Okay, grandpa."

"well!"

After receiving the little granddaughter's answer, the old man laughed happily, supported her, and stood up together.

Taking her, both turned to Xiang Wen's tombstone, with a calm and firm voice, "Come on, let's worship your mother together, and then go back."

"Ok."

The girl nodded obediently.

The grandfather and grandson converged all their expressions and stood respectfully.

When he was about to bow, Xiang Xing suddenly felt that something was wrong in the corner of his eyes.

She froze for a moment, blinked her soft eyes, and locked her gaze to the point where there was something wrong.

I saw Xiang Wen's black tombstone, there seemed to be a piece of color, and there were some subtle inconsistencies.

The little guy was shocked by this discovery.

With her pink lips pressed tightly, she couldn't help but stretch her little hand and press it towards that spot.

"...Xinger, what are you doing?"

This move made Xiang Ting a little surprised, and he couldn't help but frowned and asked lightly.

However, when his voice fell, I saw that the stone tablet touched by Xiang Xing's fingertips fell off and fell to the ground!

"This……!"

Xiang Ting was taken aback by this scene, his eyes widened.

How could this tombstone be destroyed into this look!

Was it in disrepair, or...

When he was puzzled, he saw Xiang Xing swaying, and suddenly squatted down quickly, picking up the fragment of the stone tablet.

The fingertips lightly wiped the edge, and felt the blackness of a finger.

There is also a smell of ink that seems to be absent.

Xiang Xing's eyes sank, and his heart felt cold.

This is obviously just destroyed.