It's cloudy, like day and evening, and it's always dark outside.
Qin Songyao made the dinner and it was delivered at four o'clock, because we still had to prepare the "Yankou" for the evening.
Qin Songyao only knew that the so-called "Yankou" was a type of ritual. He asked more than a dozen monks to sing scriptures, burn incense and paper, and worked all night and almost didn't sleep.
After delivering supper, Qin Songyao was called to the table in the main hall to listen to the scriptures and burn paper.
The temperature on the mountain was low and cloudy, but it was actually very cold. She sat in front of the brazier and burned the paper for a while, and her face and body became hot.
Twenty minutes later, my knees were a little numb.
She adjusted her posture slightly and touched the man's legs on her back.
Turning around and tilting his head, he really met the man's heavy eyes.
"stand up."
"The master said I want me to burn it."
"Can the paper you burn more expensive there?"
Qin Songyao: “…”
She curled her lips and got up.
Bo Siyan knelt where she had kneeled, kneeled straight, picked up the dark paper, and put it into the brazier one by one.
His face was thin and cold, and under the light of fire, there were clusters of flames in his eyes. Even if he frowned, he was not so fierce.
He choked, and he just cleared his throat.
Qin Songyao stood up straight and moved his lower legs.
She felt a little more comfortable on her knees, and she looked in the direction of Bo Siyan, and suddenly thought came out.
Did he see that she was uncomfortable?
Just as he was thinking, Bo Siyan had turned his head and said disgustedly: "Go to the kitchen, it's worth you there."
All right.
She just thought too much.
Qin Songyao was speechless and limped out.
Just after the corner, I met the banquet.
Wen Yan said: "It's nothing now. The tribute dishes for the night festival are only available in the early morning. You can make them later. It's best to have a rest now."
Qin Songyao was indeed tired. She hadn't slept all night last night, and she was wet with rain in the morning, and felt her head swelling.
"Can you give me a Zen room?"
“There is no room.”
Wen Yan pointed to Bo Siyan's room, "You go to the young master's room, the young master won't sleep."
No no no no no.
She wants to live two more years.
"Where are fish? I'll sleep with fish."
Wen Yan paused for a while and said after a while: "I'll take a break later."
Qin Songyao hissed in his heart.
Too much information.
She thought for a while and said, "Then I won't sleep anymore, go to the kitchen to help."
"If you don't sleep now, you have to sleep at night and you have to meet the young master."
After hearing Yan Liangliang said this, he drifted away.
Qin Songyao had a headache.
She was struggling for a while, and then she glanced at her for a while. When Bo Siyan came back, she immediately gave the bed to him.
Thinking of this, she quickly returned to the Zen room and could rest for a moment.
She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after taking off her shoes and laying onto the bed.
There was a big Zen character opposite. She drooped her eyelids, but her consciousness did not sink immediately.
She asked herself.
Why didn't you go down the mountain?
I’ve sent flowers and mulberries, but it’s actually enough.
Thinking for a long time.
She thought, maybe it was because she was too sympathetic, or she was not cruel enough. When she watched Bo Siyan walk towards the end of the corridor with the dark paper, she felt very sad, and it was nothing to stay for a while.
Then he thought, when her parents celebrated the day, he disappeared without any news.
It can be seen that he is really cruel.
If you are entangled with such a man, you will never have any good results.
Fortunately, this was the last time. Half a year later, the two of them returned to the bridge and the road was back.
She breathed a heavy sigh and closed her eyes.
My head was getting heavier and heavier, and in a trance, I heard the sound of pushing the door.