Qin Songyao licked his lips, said nothing, and looked into his room.
"Can you lend me that futon?"
Bo Siyan withdrew his gaze, his face was still cold, "Take it yourself."
call.
Qin Songyao breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, I can speak well.
She went in and got the futon, but did not go out, but sat down in the house. The clothes that Wen Yan brought for her were too thin and had no coat, and she was really cold.
The sound of chanting in the hall was not as shocked as it sounded in my ears, and there was only the sound of paper left in the room.
Qin Songyao's painting paper is different from Bo Siyan. She has experience. She has three fingers in the middle, her thumb against the center of the paper, and her little finger against the edge of the paper. She rotates like a compass, and can move more than a dozen pieces of paper at the same time.
Bo Siyan heard the movement and looked at her.
She was worried that he felt that she had cut corners, so she quickly said, "That's all, just push it away."
After saying that, she added another sentence.
"I gave my parents a sacrifice, that's what I did."
Bo Siyan then withdrew his gaze.
His attitude is already considered friendly.
Qin Songyao thought about it carefully and found it funny and desolate. She and Bo Siyan had something in common, but neither of them had a parents. He had a father, which meant that there was no one.
The two sat together, and the parents couldn't get together.
She couldn't help asking, "Why... keep your mom here?"
Bo Siyan did not look up, and there was no turmoil on his handsome face.
He threw a piece of folded paper into the frame, and his lips tilted: "She has no home and can't go back to Suicheng."
Qin Songyao was confused.
She knew that his mother was born in Suicheng, Lingnan, and behind her was the powerful Yan family.
No home anymore.
What is this statement?
"Then why not be buried in the imperial capital?"
"And then wait until the old thing dies one day before we get buried together?"
Qin Songyao: “…”
Without thinking, she said, "Your father dies, you will be the one who decides whether to bury it or not."
Bo Siyan agrees with this.
He had no expression on his face, but his hands were a little stronger.
"Let's talk about it when he dies."
At this time, he didn't want to leave his mother anywhere where the Bo family could appear.
He disgusted it.
Qin Songyao stopped talking, she had almost painted a stack of paper.
She heard from the abbot that after midnight was Yan Shuhe's birthday, and a lot of paper money and magic ships were needed to burn.
She went to get a lot of dark paper and tin foil, and folded ingots by the way.
The smell of dark paper in my breath was actually not pleasant, but it inexplicably calmed the atmosphere between the two.
Qin Songyao wanted to talk about the quarrel and the incident of Qin Chen intruding the Bo family's intranet. At least she had to apologize for Qin Chen.
When the words came to her mouth, she swallowed them again.
Bo Siyan was probably in a heavy mood at this moment, so why did he say this?
"Do you do such a big ritual for your aunt every year?" she asked.
Bo Siyan stopped and said, "She is fifty years old this year."
I see.
Quiet again.
After a long time, Qin Songyao used up all the tin foil on his hand, and a little novice monk came over to ask about dinner.
Bo Siyan was about to get up.
Qin Songyao asked: "You still plan to make hand-rolled noodles?"
Bo Siyan glanced at her.
Do you have any opinions?
Qin Songyao sighed and said, "Can't you do something else?"
Bo Siyan: "Do you think I don't do anything else because I don't want to?"
Yes no!
Qin Songyao burst out laughing.
Bo Siyan frowned and twitched lightly.
Qin Songyao looked up and coughed lightly, giving him face.
"I know, it must be because your mother used to like eating and you are filial."