Qin Songyao lowered his head and twisted the gap between the bottle cap. Bo Siyan closed his back and moved forward.
There was not much room between them. When he moved this way, her chin almost hit his forehead when she raised her head, and the person was about to stick to him.
She quickly took a step back.
His eyes were fixed, his jaw was tightened, and he frowned and looked at her.
What was her reaction? She avoided him like a snake or a scorpion?
Qin Songyao blinked, but didn't react for a while, but his heartbeat was pounding.
No one spoke, and the room was so quiet that it was annoying.
An unknown warm day has not spread, and for some reason, it is even more exciting than when I was honest with each other before.
Qin Songyao licked his lips and tried to say something.
Bo Siyan noticed the redness on her cheeks, and the displeasure dissipated a little. Seeing that she couldn't speak, he planned to speak first.
Both sides are about to speak out.
Dong--
A thick and clear bell sound came.
Then two more beats.
Not only was the atmosphere inside the house disintegrated, but there were also busy footsteps outside.
Within a minute, Wen Yan, next door, appeared outside the door and raised his hand to knock on the door.
"Young Master, it's midnight, I have to burn the magic boat."
Bo Siyan responded.
He looked up and met Qin Songyao's gaze again.
Qin Songyao cleared his throat, turned around naturally, and said, "Do you have to go to the mourning hall or the main hall?"
"The open space in front of the main hall."
"oh."
A few dry conversations.
Bo Siyan withdrew his gaze, as if the strange emotions did not exist at the moment, and his daily cold face returned to his calm look.
He changed into a long coat, turned his head and found that Qin Songyao didn't even have a coat.
Raise your hand and throw the previous one over.
Qin Songyao caught it out of thin air and was stunned for a moment.
Without a chance to ask him, he had already changed his clothes quickly and walked out.
The monks gathered, and the lights were brightly lit.
Wen Yu was also called up, leaning against Wen Yan like a small wood, dazed.
Qin Songyao no longer thought about it, quickly put on his coat, and finally became warm.
I walked towards the door, but the dizzy feeling became again.
She sniffed and knew she was catching a cold.
In the open space in front of the hall, various magic boats were placed, and dark paper burned in piles. Even if there was drizzle, it was still covered with black paper ash.
The sing of scriptures was loud and I couldn't hear any other sounds clearly.
The abbot stepped forward to light the fire. In the heat wave, Bo Siyan went forward to kowtow first.
He got up, Qin Songyao walked forward, and then the Wenyan brother and sister.
This is the last program.
Because it was on the mountain, there were safety hazards. As soon as I left the hall, I put the hearing words in the banquet, and then took people everywhere to check to avoid fire.
Qin Songyao thought Bo Siyan would go back to the room, but turned around and found him standing in the hall.
There were monks around him, and cigarettes were curling around him, and people were coming and going, but they were completely isolated from him.
The rain is getting heavier again and the night wind is blowing.
Qin Songyao wrapped his coat tightly and approached a little. Bo Siyan was kneeling on the cushion for the last time, and she saw his lips twitching.
For some reason, she was able to confirm at that time.
He said: Happy birthday, mom.
Suddenly, her eyes became hot, she turned around, leaned against the vermilion door frame, and looked at the dark sky.
She misses her mother too.
"It's time to leave."
A calm voice came from her ears. She turned her face and saw that he walked out without a strange look.
She said "Oh" and followed his steps towards the Zen room.