Qin Songyao had just finished the performance and was in a good mood. And Bo Siyan belittled her "self" in front of her for the first time, invisibly "praising" her grandfather. She liked him a little.
She leaned over and asked him, "Your dad is not a good person, and your grandfather is not a good person either?"
shock.
Bo Siyan glanced at her, obviously not wanting to say anything.
Qin Songyao tsk twice, "No wonder?"
"No wonder what?"
No wonder you are so not a thing.
It turns out that it is a father, not a thing, but my mother has a gene that is not a thing, so what good bamboo shoots can be produced?
Qin Songyao didn't dare to say it, and unconsciously glanced at Bo Siyan's face, "It's nothing."
Who is Bo Siyan? You can see what she is thinking at a glance. You can't help but reach out and try to grab her face.
Qin Songyao quickly straightened up and stuffed a big bowl into his arms before he changed his face.
"Pick mulberries! You promised, pick mulberries if you lose!"
After saying that, he quickly picked up the broom and walked to the yard.
Bo Siyan gritted his teeth.
He felt guilty just now because of a sentence, and he looked like a fool!
I have said everything, but I regret it now, it is too ungraceful.
He endured the upset and walked out of the kitchen.
Qin Songyao stood under the tree and helped him set up the ladder.
The mulberry tree is tall and has a land. The one in my grandfather's yard is tall. It grows on the branches and falls down on the branches. It can still reach the middle. It has to be a ladder.
Bo Siyan climbed up, picked up the bowl little by little.
Qin Songyao had other thoughts in his heart, observed him and said casually: "Taste two for me."
Bo Siyan didn't want to eat it at first. Hearing this, he picked one and put it in his mouth, saying, "It smells bad, don't eat it."
Qin Songyao: “…”
childish.
Before she could complain, Bo Siyan had already handed her half-full bowl and poured her into the basket. She had the chance to eat two.
After handing the bowl back, she said, "I probably haven't slept with the proud aunt I picked, so you can pick it first."
Bo Siyan ignored her.
Qin Songyao breathed a sigh of relief, his face remained calm, and took the basket and went out.
She went to the innermost part of the alley, where there was a very small yard with rusty gates and black inside. She looked abandoned for a long time.
She found the key that had not been used for a long time from the keychain and opened the lock.
Open the door and the ground is desolate.
There was a big hole in the screen door in front of the main hall. The wind blew and the door swayed gently.
Many years ago, she was playing handsome here, and the boy sat on the steps and taught her French.
In a flash, many years have passed.
She suppressed her chest, put down the basket, and quickly opened the door of the main hall.
There was dust everywhere, and she pushed open the door, but the room didn't choke and cough.
Obviously, someone just cleaned it up not long ago.
She turned on the small lamp and saw at a glance the paper on the shabby Eight Immortals table with words on it!
She quickly walked over, picked it up, and cleared the contents.
——Yaoya, it’s me.
——I came back in a hurry and didn’t have time to see you.
——Forgive me.
Below this sentence is a string of numbers.
——The family matters are almost settled. I will come back to see you in two months. If there is any urgent matter, make this call.
Signature: Cunji.
At the end of the paper, a sentence was painted off, but after writing it twice, it was painted off, which shows his entanglement when writing.
Qin Songyao walked to the front of the cabinet, lit a small lamp, printed paper with the lamp, and barely saw it clearly.
He asked her, "Is he okay with you?"
Qin Songyao put down the paper and felt complicated.
When Cen Ji comes back, he will not see her unless he dares not see her, for fear of causing trouble for her.