Chasing the sun said: "If you have something to put in it, you can put it in my storage ring first, and I'll give you a new one when I get back." ”

After listening to this, Bei Miao nodded: "It's okay." ”

At this moment, Bei Miao looked very indifferent, but his heart was actually very chaotic.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have agreed to put things in the Sunchase storage ring.

Because he could have put things in Ye Mingxuan's storage ring......

Seeing that Bei Miao agreed, Chasing the Sun was a little curious: "What do you want to put it?" ”

Bei Miao said: "Some clothes and small things, you can help me collect them first, and then return them to me." ”

"Okay."

After chasing the sun and agreeing, Bei Miao took some things out of the necklace.

Clean clothes, books from the Spirit, and some old envelopes.

The clothes and books Bei Miao gave to Chasing Sun.

But when it came to those letters, Bei Miao hesitated for a while, then looked at Chasing Sun and asked, "Can you give a fire?" ”

Chasing Sun nodded: "Yes." ”

When the words fell, Chasing Sun directly spread out his hand, and as soon as his hand was spread, a flame jumped out.

Bei Miao looked at the flame in Chasing Sun's hand, and took the thick stack of letters in his hand to the fire.

As soon as the envelope touched the fire, it began to burn.

What is written in it, no one knows.

Bei Miao lowered her eyes and watched as the flames burned the letter.

What is written in the letter.

Others don't know, but Bei Miao himself knows very well.

Twelve months a year.

Once every three months.

Four letters a year.

Twenty letters in five years.

It was written to his father, and he burned it every year when he worshipped.

And these twenty letters, all written, are addressed to the Western Temple.

I thought that one day I would find him and show him.

It proves that in the past five years, he has never forgotten him, has always remembered him, has been waiting for him, looking for him......

Bei Miao looked at those letters, watched each letter be burned, watched the five years of waiting break at this moment, and watched all his thoughts finally turn to ashes.

Bei Miao frowned, not wanting to cry.

But when I think of the mood every time I write a letter, my eyes gradually turn red.

It's not that if you don't want to cry, you won't cry.

Tears sometimes don't get unchecked.

When I was bullied in the black market, I never cried.

Saving the phoenix and the soul was injured by the Tiance scroll, and he never cried when he was in pain.

But he is not an emotionless person.

It will be sad, happy, and wronged......

As long as what happened last night is done, Bei Miao will feel aggrieved.

The West Temple didn't even give him a chance to speak.

didn't kill him directly, it should have been for Feng Zhuo's face......

"Bei Miao ......"

Chasing the sun saw Bei Miao crying, as soon as his hand was withdrawn, the flames disappeared, the ashes in his hand were scattered, and the half-burning letter also fell to the ground and burned slowly.

Chasing Sun hugged Bei Miao and comforted: "What are you crying about?" ”

"What's there to cry about?"

Chasing the sun said: "My mother said, men don't flick when they have tears, they don't shed tears when they bleed, you are a man, how can you cry casually?" ”

Bei Miao was caught off guard by being hugged by Chasing Sun, and the two remaining letters in her hand fell.

Bei Miao was stunned and was hugged by the chasing sun, and after a long time, he said: "You let go, don't cry......"

Chasing the sun and not believing the Q&A: "Really don't cry anymore?" ”

"Hmm." Bei Miao nodded.

"Okay." got Bei Miao's answer, Chasing the Sun let go of Bei Miao, took a step back, and this retreat happened to step on the two letters.

Chasing Sun lowered his eyes and glanced at Bei Miao quietly, and asked, "What else is there?" ”

Bei Miao said: "There are also a few small wood carvings. ”

After speaking, Bei Miao took out the box containing the wood carving from the space, put it in the hand of Chasing Sun, and said, "Except for these, there is nothing else." ”