Tie Jinjue deeply remembered the words his parents said that day. Many years later, in the room where her mother's relics were buried, he thought about these words back then and felt deeply moved.

The huge wave of memories hit his heart, and the candle flames that were too old to be destroyed.

The candle in his heart that made him feel was not extinguished, but the person had long since dispersed.

He knew that he would soon be wiped out, just like those dead lives he could not forget. He felt that spending time with his mother's relics in the candlelight in this room was like a ritual for him to say goodbye to the world.

He looked at the candles that were burning with all his heart, and suddenly felt that these candles were lit by the candles he had with his parents back then.

That year, that day, they lit very few candles, and the room was not very bright. However, at that time they were talking in the candlelight, and the place where the candlelight flashed was filled with warmth.

Such warmth seemed to have traveled for many years, and many years later, when he lit the candle he wanted to light.

At this moment, there were so many candles in this room, but a coolness leaped into the bright fire.

Too many years have passed, although the candles after candles in this room were lit by him in the warm call of memories, and many lit, however, the people of that year were no longer in this world, and he himself was about to leave, and the candle flames dancing with the lit candles could not spill out the warmth in his memory.

The warmth of the past remains in Tie Jinjue's heart, but it is only in memories. The warmer the candle flames in memories, the cooler the candlelight at this moment.

Tie Jinjue was getting closer and closer to his mother's relics, and suddenly a bowl was engraved with his familiar patterns.

At that moment, Tie Jinjue tried hard to suppress his emotions and prevent Tie Wandao from feeling that his expression was abnormal.

At this moment, Tie Wandao suddenly said to Tie Jinjue: "This bowl is really strange."

Tie Jinjue asked calmly: "What's wrong?"

"I should read it right." Tie Wandao said, "I have seen such a bowl in Tie Cangting, but it is not exactly the same as this one."

Tie Jin said as if nothing had happened: "As it's almost normal."

"This is not normal." Tie Wandao said.

"Where is abnormal?" Tie Jinjue said.

"How come such a pattern is engraved on this kind of bowl?" Tie Wandao asked.

Tie Jinjue said: "You can carve any pattern on the bowl."

Tie Wandao said: "Under normal circumstances, there is nothing on top of this bowl."

"Is that true?" Tie Jinjue said lightly.

Tie Wandao said: "It must be. The bowls in Tiecang are all smooth around. There are patterns engraved around this bowl, which is really fresh!"

Tie Jinjue just smiled.

Tie Wandao said again: "It's not like I've read it wrong. Take it up and show it to me."

"Yes, patriarch." Tie Jinjue said.

After saying that, he picked up the bowl.

The moment he touched the bowl, he imagined that he had used this bowl in the days before his mother committed suicide, and felt that he had touched something his mother had touched when she was alive, as if he was shaking hands with her mother. However, no matter how he imagined it, he could not feel his mother's temperature at this moment - the bowl was very cold, as cold as his mother's heart when she was imprisoned before he committed suicide, cold and despair.
Chapter completed!