There was no doubt whether the cat was alive or not, and Qin Songyao couldn't stay overnight, costing Bo Siyan 10,000 in medical expenses. She kicked her hands and walked out of the pet hospital with peace of mind.
When she got in the car, she saw the blood stains on Bao Siyan's shirt and was a little surprised. He was such a fastidious person and he didn't dislike cats and dogs.
"You had a dog when you were a child, why didn't you keep one later?"
Bao Siyan fastened his seat belt and said as he started the car: "They were all poisoned to death. I don't want to raise them anymore."
poison?
Qin Songyao was startled, "Who dares to poison your dog?"
Bo Siyan's expression was calm, "They dare to poison me, let alone a dog?"
Qin Songyao didn't feel good about it, thinking about how the servants at home could bully her when her parents died. When Yan Shuhe died, Bao Siyan was just a little carrot with a lot of enemies at home and outside, so he probably got by.
Not much better than her.
She never asked how his ear was injured.
"Is your ear poisoned?"
"no."
Qin Songyao thought about it for a moment, guessing that he was not willing to say anything, so he didn't ask further.
"I've been locked up for a long time." Bao Siyan suddenly said calmly.
Qin Songyao was stunned, "Shut up to you?"
"Well, it's a silent house." He seemed to be talking about something from another house, with no expression on his face. "You can only hear the buzzing sound."
Qin Songyao has heard that it is said that this is also a kind of torture. In a truly silent room, it is not quiet, but the panicky noise when you put your hands into your ears can drive people crazy.
"Who did it?" she asked.
Bo Siyan said: "I don't remember, a woman is probably dead."
Qin Songyao felt uncomfortable hearing this. Her fate was so similar to that of Bo Siyan. When she heard about his pain, she could always think of herself.
The car became quiet.
All the way to the airport.
It's barely eleven o'clock.
Bao Siyan asked casually: "What time is the flight?"
"Ten past six."
Bao Siyan frowned and turned to look at her, "The flight is after six o'clock, why are you here now?"
Qin Songyao said: "Wait."
Bo Siyan: "...?"
Accepted.
Qin Songyao said confidently, "You don't understand, it is this long wait and a bear hug when we meet, that gives us the sense of ritual that friendship goes both ways."
Bao Siyan looked numb, "You and your friends..."
"The relationship is so good." Qin Songyao answered.
Bao Siyan turned to look at her, "Everyone has something wrong with them."
Qin Songyao pouted.
She looked outside and said to Bao Siyan: "In the morning, I'll treat you to Korean ramen from the convenience store, the kind you'll find standing on the roadside."
"Would it taste better if you add roadside dust to the noodles?"
“There will be a sense of ceremony!”
Country bumpkin.
There's no fun at all.
Bo Siyan was speechless.
Qin Songyao said something nice, but within a short time, he was slumped in the seat, his eyes were vacant, and he was yawning continuously.
"I'm not responsible for missing your friend if I keep an eye on myself." Bo Siyan said.
Qin Songyao said a perfunctory "hmm" twice, then lowered the seat, wrapped his coat a little tighter, and prepared to fall asleep.
Bao Siyan looked disgusted on his face, but when he saw her legs rubbing constantly, he knew that her legs were cold.
So stupid.
It was late at night and I didn't sleep at home. I came outside the airport to find a sense of ritual.
With this thought in mind, he stepped back and took his coat.
When he leaned over to cover her, she tilted her head toward him.
He subconsciously gave her his shoulder, but her head was not weird, it was just tilted, not on his shoulder.
He clicked his tongue and gently pulled her head.
Get closer.
Satisfied, he glanced at the sleeping person and said, "You're in a good position."