“...... This is the paper crane I folded at that time? ”

Dana was stunned, she clearly remembered that she had successfully cast the first spell mage's hand, and used this spell to break an awkward paper crane.

But when it was shown to her parents, she was severely struck, her father turned a blind eye, her mother mocked, and afterwards, a sad Dana tore the crane to shreds and threw it in the trash.

But why is it here?

"Ten years ago, near your birthday, my brother once asked me how to repair the fragments, as a mid-level mage, he didn't know these manual tasks at all, now it seems that he should collect the pieces of paper you shredded from the trash can little by little, and then carefully glue them together."

Chester looked at the paper crane in the glass box and explained softly.

"You don't know how happy my brother is to see you successfully cast your magic, I wish everyone knew about it, that kind of smile is something I've never seen before."

"But why, aren't they disappointed in me, don't they think I can't become a mage at all?"

Dana felt her heart beat fast, the past flashing back to her mind, and she suddenly felt confused and slumped back in her chair.

"Your parents have never been disappointed in you, they are just not good at expressing their love for you, you look at the bottom of this box, there should be a letter."

Chester pointed to the box, and Dana quickly found a crumpled letter on the base of the box.

There was no signature on the envelope, no recipient, just a simple, one-sentence sentence written in the lingua franca.

- If you find this storage bag, please give it to our daughter.

The handwriting was a bit messy, probably written in a very urgent situation, but Dana could tell at a glance that it was her father's handwriting.

She put down the glass box and opened the letter.

To Dana.

At the beginning of the letter, it is written in a calm handwriting.

"Dana, maybe your mother and I are no longer in this world by the time you read this letter, but I still want to say that we love you. This gift is for you to commemorate your clumsy but breakthrough first spell cast, your mother and I didn't mean to ignore you, we just encountered this situation for the first time, I don't know what to do, but I didn't expect it to break your heart. ”

Dana read the letter silently, and she felt something in her heart that had been sealed for years was overflowing and about to gush out.

"Dana, in fact, your father and I don't necessarily want you to be a great mage, we just want you to grow up safely and become what you want to be, and Mom loves you."

The handwriting suddenly changed to Juanxiu's flowery characters, although it was a little messy, but Dana quickly recognized that it was her mother's handwriting, and after this paragraph, the text changed to Dana's father's handwriting.

"I don't know when you'll get this letter, or even if it will get out, but I'm still here to say to you, Happy Birthday, Dana."

Dana was a little distracted, and the words and memories in the letter were intertwined, which made her extremely confused.

In the past, the stern and indifferent parents overlapped with the gentle and kind parents in the letters, and gradually turned into two vague figures.

"This storage bag was originally used by my brother to hold experimental notes and paper drafts, but perhaps when the half-plane was on the verge of collapse, he resolutely took the contents and left this gift instead."

Chester explained that he subconsciously pulled out his pipe, but suddenly realized something and put it back.

"When this storage bag was delivered to me, there were actually a lot of notes mixed in with it inside."

He took out a few crumpled pieces of paper, on which messages in different handwriting were all over the place:

"Please pass it on to their daughter, Oppenheim Halfplane, H.P.S."

"If anyone knows Dana. Christine, please pass this on to him - the Plummer Halfplane, Chase in the Mines. ”

"Christine, I seem to know someone with the last name - the half-plane of Ugra, the charming Hilal."

"You can go to the half-plane of the third star field and look for it-D.C."

"If anyone dares to mess with this stuff, I, Gmilan, will be the first to slaughter him, the 'butcher' Gmilan. Raincoe. ”

"Dana. Christine, this is certainly the happiest girl in the world - Blonnie the Wanderer. ”

"The third star field has not found its owner, maybe we should try the second star field, or the main plane? It's too far away, but I'll give it a try—Hermes, a half-dimensional traveler. ”

"I found this from a corpse, his hand clutched this thing, I can't figure out why he takes it so seriously - Engel, from the Fiona plane."

"To add to the above, I think I can understand the dead a little bit - Engel, preparing to go to the Kada plane."

......

There are many more such words, all the sentences, all the messages, all for this gift to a stranger.

The half-plane of Midgar is located on the border of civilization, far away from the main plane, and this storage bag that can be preserved for some reason must have spanned hundreds of planes, experienced thousands of hands, and lasted for ten years before it was finally delivered to the place where it should be delivered, and as long as there is a problem in one of these links, then it will be lost in this world forever.

But it did come back.

The person who picked up the gift, after reading the letter and seeing the gift, chose to pass it on.

Just to protect a pair of parents for their daughter's little love.

"The two of them have been studying the half-planes, trying to describe the composition of the world in the most concise and beautiful language, and I think they did."

Chester sniffled and continued.

"My brother used to say to me that their research is to prove that the world is beautiful, and I didn't understand it before, but when I was younger, the world was full of strife, inequality, lust and ugliness, but after seeing this gift, I think I can understand him a little bit."

This is not just a simple birthday present, it is a paper left by the Christines at the end, written by thousands of messengers over a period of ten years.

The simplest and most complex essay that transcends gender, race, plane, and time.

Essay on "Love" and "World".

Dana suddenly remembered that one afternoon, which had long been blurred in the depths of her memory, her father rubbed her head, and then picked up little Dana, like an ordinary father and daughter, playing on the lawn, while her mother sat on the sidelines and smiled and watched them play.

It was a distant dream-like time, which should have been the most precious treasure in my heart, but why did I forget it?

With a sour nose, Dana finally couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes, she gently picked up the glass box, and said in a gentle and light voice.

"Welcome home, Dad, Mommy."