Qin Songyao was about to teach the little ghost to talk nonsense, but the shouts of the monk came from outside, which was called the magic number of the two little ghosts.
Hui'an's cheeks were so scared that she bulged.
Huiming also silenced and was very panicked.
Qin Songyao saw it and quickly pointed at the table and said, "Hide things quickly."
The two children moved very quickly and quickly stuffed all the props under the table.
The monk happened to walk to the door and saw Bo Siyan in the room, and he was more cautious.
"Mr. Bo, I have to go to the mourning hall to burn the first paper."
Bo Siyan responded.
The monk nodded to Qin Songyao and educated the two children at the same time.
Qin Songyao was worried that the children would be punished, so he said that he called the people in and spoke, and found an opportunity to let them escape.
When he turned his head, he found Bo Siyan looking at her.
"Do you still believe in this?"
While tidying up his clothes, Bo Siyan said, "It is more credible than your words."
Qin Songyao: “…”
The sound of singing scriptures outside began to sound.
The two stopped talking and stepped out.
The rain is not very heavy, so it doesn't prevent burning paper.
But Qin Songyao was actually a little scared when he entered the mourning hall in the middle of the night.
When she was young, she took Qin Chen to her parents' grave at night. She never felt afraid at that time because she was the closest person.
But if she had changed to other people's relatives, she wouldn't be able to do it, especially since there were so many ashes of strangers in the mourning hall.
In contrast, Bo Siyan was much calmer. He knelt on the cushion, burned the paper, and when he got up, he also noticed that ashes fell from Yan Shuhe's urn.
Qin Songyao also noticed it and handed over a piece of paper from his pocket.
Bo Siyan took it.
Kneel at the desk and wipe silently.
He wiped it for a long time, but there was a piece on the left that he had not wiped. Qin Songyao opened the tissue bag, pulled out one, knelt down, and then reached out to wipe it calmly.
When they leaned against each other's arms, Bo Siyan paused when he saw her movements.
The fire in the brazier was about to go out, and the mourning hall was getting darker. There was no one on Qin Songyao's left, only a row of ashes.
She was not afraid of smearing Yan Shuhe's urn, nor was she disgusted. She glanced at the row next to her and her hair was standing up all over her body.
"Okay." Bo Siyan said.
Qin Songyao breathed a sigh of relief and stood up quickly, but subconsciously leaned against him.
When she left the door, there were monks in front and behind, and her tense body relaxed.
It was almost midnight when I turned from the mourning hall to the front yard.
There will be a meal for individual guests tomorrow morning, and Qin Songyao has to go to the kitchen.
Bo Siyan had a rare conscience, but she didn't leave her alone. In addition to making hand-rolled noodles without any trouble, he also took on the burden of burning fire.
There is quiet all around, only the sound of each other busy.
Qin Songyao took a chicken out to thaw, turned to cut vegetables, and suddenly saw a short figure flashing by at the door, and in a trance he met a pair of faint eyes.
Her back was furrowed, and she looked closely and there was nothing by the door.
She recalled a little and felt that her body was too small, only the size of a baby, not like a human being.
It’s not her fault for being crazy, after all, she just came out of the mourning hall.
She remembered Bo Siyan's unborn sister.
After such an association, goose bumps appeared on the arms.
She quickly walked in, glanced at her eyes, and immediately took a breath of air conditioning.
The chicken is gone.
"Bo Siyan!"
She suddenly screamed, Bo Siyan shook his hands and let out a more flour.
"What's the name!"
Qin Songyao didn't care about much and rushed to him all at once, "The chicken is gone, a figure flashed at the door just now."
She gestured height with both hands and said in a miraculous manner: "That's just that."