It's still a matter of whether the cat is alive or not. Qin Songyao couldn't stay overnight. She cheated Bo Siyan for 10,000 yuan in medical expenses. She kicked her and left the pet hospital with peace of mind.
When she got into the car, she caught sight of the blood on Bo Siyan's shirt and was a little surprised. People who are so particular don't dislike cats and dogs.
"You raised a dog when you were a child, why didn't you raise it later?"
Bo Siyan fastened his seat belt and said while leaving the car: "We have all been poisoned to death and don't want to keep it anymore."
poison?
Qin Songyao was shocked, "Who dares to poison your dog?"
Bo Siyan's expression was calm, "They dare to even me to be vicious, let alone a dog?"
Qin Songyao felt bad. Thinking about the fact that when her parents passed away, all the servants in the family could bully her. When Yan Shuhe passed away, Bo Siyan was just a little carrot. There were a lot of enemies at home and outside the family. I guess he had a lot of life.
Nothing more than her number.
She didn't ask how his ears were hurt.
"Did you get poisoned in your ears?"
"no."
Qin Songyao thought about it and probably he was reluctant to say it, so he didn't ask further.
"I've been imprisoned for a long time." Bo Siyan suddenly said lightly.
Qin Songyao was stunned, "Take you?"
"Well, the silent house." He seemed to be talking about something else, 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. A truly silent house is not quiet, but the feeling of panic when his hands are stuffed into his ears, which can drive people crazy.
"Who did it?" she asked.
Bo Siyan said: "I don't remember, a woman is probably dead."
Qin Songyao felt a little uncomfortable. Her fate was too similar to Bo Siyan. When she heard his pain, she could always think of herself.
The car became quiet.
All the way to the airport.
It's less than eleven o'clock.
Bo Siyan asked casually: "When is the plane?"
"Six ten."
Bo Siyan frowned and turned to look at her, "The plane is past six o'clock, why are you here now?"
Qin Songyao said: "Wait."
Bo Siyan: “…?”
Be convinced.
Qin Songyao was righteous, "You don't understand, it's just this kind of long wait. When you meet, you can feel the sense of ritual of rushing in both directions."
Bo Siyan looked numb, "You and your friends..."
"The relationship is so good." Qin Songyao continued.
Bo Siyan turned to look at her, "Everything is wrong."
Qin Songyao curled his lips.
She looked out and said to Bo Siyan: "It's time to morning, I'll treat you to Korean ramen from a convenience store, the kind that stands on the side of the road."
"Will the noodles with dust on the roadside be delicious?"
“There will be a sense of ritual!”
Land buns.
No interest at all.
Bo Siyan was speechless.
Qin Songyao said it nicely, but within a long time, he spread it in the seat, his eyes were empty and he kept opening his mouth and yawning.
"I'm not responsible for missing your friend," said Bo Siyan.
Qin Songyao said "Yeah" twice perfunctorily, then lowered the seat, wrapped his jacket a little tightly, and prepared to fall asleep.
Bo Siyan disliked her face, but when he saw her legs rubbing constantly, he knew that her legs were cold.
Very stupid.
At night, I don’t sleep at home and run outside the airport to find a sense of ceremony.
He thought so, and went backwards and took his coat.
When she leaned over to cover her, her head tilted toward him.
He subconsciously gave her shoulders, but her head was not surprised, it was just tilted, not tilting on his shoulders.
He tskated and pulled her head a bit.
Got on it.
He was satisfied, looked at the sleeping person and said, "It's a cheaper price."