The dark paper was lit and threw it into the brazier.
Qin Songyao knelt beside Bo Siyan, his face was burning and illuminating each other's dark eyes.
She glanced at Bo Siyan.
He had no expression on his face, like a machine, and he could not see his emotions.
The sound of singing scriptures around me was very loud and I couldn't even hear them clearly.
Qin Songyao did not dare to show off his vigor. Following Bo Siyan's electric light, he saw clearly the state on the altar.
Three levels of sacrifice lamps on the upper and lower levels.
There is a name on every lamp.
She couldn't see clearly below.
On the top, there are four headlights in total.
They respectively read: Qin Jianxi, harsh and cold, respectfully listen to the words.
The last one is empty.
Qin Songyao guessed that it might be Jiang Wan.
Unlike the other ones, these edges are covered with lamp oil and should have been supplied several days in advance. The rest are newly launched this morning. She also saw the names of Shang Hao and others inside.
Qin Songyao can't say what he feels.
Judging from this, everyone knows that Bo Siyan's mother has a birthday today. His childhood friend and friends are without exception.
Especially her eldest sister Qin Jianxi, who is abroad, still put on lights early.
No need to think that the same must have been true in the past three years.
In contrast, she is like an outsider, just like Bo Siyan is like to her.
The fire was so hot that her eyes couldn't open and her nose was choking, so she avoided a little.
The monk reminded him to kowtow.
She quickly kowtowed one after another as Bo Siyan's actions.
When they got up, Wen Yan kowtowed with Wen Yu.
Then you can go out.
Next, dinner and night festivals should all be here.
When you return to the temple, you still have the same process as before, and living people have to have a meal first.
This time, Bo Siyan did not torture his people with his face and gave the stove to Qin Songyao.
Qin Songyao quickly cooked the dishes, and the rain stopped outside.
She unbuttoned her apron and planned to go down the mountain.
At this time, the abbot came over with a thick stack of dark paper and asked the couple to "draw paper".
The so-called "painting paper" means separating the stacked dark paper.
Qin Songyao said: "I'm going down the mountain now."
The abbot was surprised and shook his head quickly.
"There are only a few people who go to the mourning hall to serve. You have to go to lunch and have to go to dinner."
Qin Songyao was stunned.
Bo Siyan came over and the abbot stepped forward and said.
He glanced at Qin Songyao, took the paper from the abbot's hand with a faint expression, and said, "She is not a family member, so you don't need to stay."
The abbot was even more surprised.
He heard Yan said that he knew that Qin Songyao was Mrs. Bo.
What's more, if you are not a family member, why do you even go to the mourning hall to pay tribute?
Bo Siyan didn't explain and took the dark paper toward the Zen room.
After passing by Qin Songyao, the two of them didn't have a single look in their eyes.
Qin Songyao was a little embarrassed. Before she entered the mourning hall, she really didn't know the rules, and she had never done a great ritual for her parents.
Whether to leave or not becomes a problem.
After a moment, she made up her decision, walked forward and saluted the abbot.
Buddhist temple
The door was open and the cool breeze outside was drilling in.
Bo Siyan took the futon, sat by the door, and separated the papers with expressionless expression, folded them in half, and then threw them into the frame.
Except for Wen Yan's brother and sister, he never took any action on these things.
Qin Songyao came over with a thick stack of paper and saw this picture.
The man sat on a large futon, tall and long legs, and his leather shoes pressed against the threshold, which was very inconsistent with the surrounding environment. His body was distant and cold and dispersed by the humid air, and he mixed in with two parts of human fireworks.
His fingers were slender, and under the dim skylight, his ten fingers were still shining with a cold light. The movements he threw into the frame were very neat, but they were folded one by one, but they were inexplicably a little... well-behaved.