Qin Songyao licked his lips and didn't speak, and glanced at his room.
"Can that futon be lent me?"
Bo Siyan retracted his eyes, his face was still cold, "Take it yourself."
call.
Qin Songyao spit out a great breath.
Finally, I can speak well.
She went in and took the futon. She didn't go out. Instead, she sat down in the house. The clothes she took to her by Wen Yan was too thin. Without a jacket, she was really cold.
The sound of the chanting in the hall came, not as shocking when it sounded in the ear. There was only the sound of paper in the room.
Qin Songyao's painting paper is different from Bo Siyan. She has experience. She is together in the middle of the three fingers, and her thumb is against the center of the paper. The little thumb is against the edge of the paper.
Bo Siyan heard the movement and glanced at her side.
She was worried that he felt that she would cut corners and reducing the material, and hurriedly said: "This is the case, just pull it away."
After speaking, she added another sentence.
"I sacrifice my parents, just do this."
Bo Siyan took back his sight.
His attitude is already friendly.
Qin Song thought about it in detail, and felt funny and desolate. She and Bo Siyan found in common. They turned out to have no parents. He had a dad, which was equal to no.
The two sat together, and the parents did not make a pair.
She couldn't help asking: "How do you ... leave your mother here?"
Bo Siyan didn't look up, and there was no wave on the handsome face.
He threw a folded paper into the frame, and lip the lips: "She has no home, she can't go back to Suicheng."
Qin Songyao's doubt.
She knew that his mother was from Suicheng, Lingnan, and behind her was an extraordinary Yan family.
No home.
What is this?
"Why not buried in the emperor?"
"Then wait for the old thing to die, and then bury it?"
Qin Songyao: "..."
She didn't think about it, and said, "Your dad is dead, your family is the master.
Bo Siyan's identity.
He was expressionless, but his strength was a bit heavy.
"Wait for him to die."
At this time, he doesn't want to leave his mother in any place where the Bo family can appear.
He is disgusting.
Qin Songyao didn't speak anymore, she had almost made a stack of paper painting.
She heard the abbot and said that after midnight, it was Yan Shuhe's birthday.
She went to take a lot of paper and tin foil again, and by the way folded ingot.
The taste of the nose is all the taste of the paper. In fact, it is not easy to smell, but the atmosphere between the two people is calm.
Qin Songyao wanted to talk about the quarrel, and Qin Yan's invasion of Bo's inner net. At least she had to apologize for Qin.
When she said, she swallowed again.
At this moment, Bo Siyan is estimated that he is heavy enough. What do you say?
"Do you do such a big law for your aunt every year?" She asked.
Bo Siyan stopped and said, "She is 50 years old this year."
I see.
Quietness again.
After a long time, Qin Songyao's tin foil on hand was used up. There was a small sand to ask about dinner.
Bo Siyan is ready to get up.
Qin Songyao asked: "Are you still planning to roll your noodles?"
Bo Siyan glanced at her.
Do you have an opinion?
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?"
No!
Qin Songyao smiled out.
Bo Siyan frowned and snorted.
Qin Songyao looked up, cough, and gave him face.
"I know, it must be because your mother likes to eat it before, you are filial."