Qin Songyao was about to teach the little devils to talk nonsense when the great monk's shout came from outside, which was the name given to the two little devils.
Hui An was so frightened that her cheeks bulged.
Huiming also fell silent and was very panicked.
Qin Songyao saw it and quickly pointed under the table and said: "Hide the things quickly."
The two children moved very quickly and quickly stuffed all the props under the table.
The great monk happened to walk to the door and saw that Bo Siyan was in the room, so he became more cautious.
"Mr. Bo, you have to go to the mourning hall to burn the paper on your head."
Bo Siyan responded.
The great 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 only said that he called people in to talk and looked for opportunities to let them escape.
Turning her head, she found that Bo Siyan was looking at her.
"Do you still believe this?"
While arranging his clothes, Bao Siyan said, "It's more credible than your words."
Qin Songyao: "..."
The chanting started to sound outside.
The two stopped talking and stepped out.
The rain wasn't too heavy, so it didn't hinder paper burning.
But entering the funeral hall at night, Qin Songyao was actually a little scared.
When she was young, she once took Qin Chen to visit her parents' graves at night. She never felt afraid at that time because they were the closest people to her.
But she wouldn't be able to do it if she were someone else's relative, especially when there are so many strangers' ashes in the mourning hall.
In contrast, Bo Siyan was much more calm. He knelt on the futon and burned the paper. When he stood up, he noticed ashes falling on Yan Shuhe's urn.
Qin Songyao also noticed it and handed a piece of paper from his pocket.
Bo Siyan answered.
Kneeling in front of the desk, he wiped it silently.
He wiped it for a long time, but there was a spot on the left side that was not touched. Qin Song opened the tissue bag, took out one, knelt down, and then reached out to wipe it with a calm look.
Their arms were leaning against each other, and Bo Siyan's eyes paused when he saw her movements.
The fire in the brazier was almost extinguished and the mourning hall became darker. There was no one on the left side of Qin Songyao, only a row of ashes.
She was not afraid or worried about wiping the ashes of Yan Shuhe's urn. She glanced at the row next to her and the hairs all over her body stood up.
"Okay." Bo Siyan said.
Qin Songyao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stood up, but subconsciously leaned towards him.
After leaving the door, there were monks in front and behind her, and her tense body relaxed.
When we returned to the front yard from the mourning hall, it was almost midnight.
There is a meal for individual guests tomorrow morning, and Qin Songyao has to go to the kitchen.
It was rare for Bao Siyan to have a conscience, so he didn't leave her alone. In addition to making dough with his hands, he also took on the heavy responsibility of lighting the fire.
It was quiet everywhere except for the sounds of each other busy.
Qin Songyao took a chicken out to defrost it and turned around to chop vegetables. When he regained consciousness, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a short figure flashing past the door, and met a pair of faint eyes in a daze.
Her back felt hairy, and when she looked carefully, there was nothing next to the door.
She recalled a little and felt that the figure was too small, only about the size of a baby, and did not look like a human being.
Don't blame her for thinking wildly, after all, she just came out of the mourning hall.
She thought of Bo Siyan's unborn sister.
Just thinking about it like this makes goosebumps appear on my arms.
She hurriedly walked inside, glanced at it, and immediately took a breath of air.
The chicken is gone.
"Bo Siyan!"
She suddenly screamed, and Bao Siyan shook his hand and made another noise of flour.
"What's it called?"
Qin Songyao didn't care much and rushed to his side, "The chicken is gone. Just now a figure flashed across the door."
She gestured with her hands to indicate the height, and muttered, "That's it."