Chapter 812 Waiting for Her
“I mentioned it,” Bo Yanqing looked at Mr. Nan for a moment, “she said she was a killer.”
Nan Lao was startled and suddenly laughed. , "She said that, just listen to it."
Bo Yanqing heard something in her words and said humbly: "Mr. Nan, can you tell me in more detail? My understanding of Jiaojiao is really Very little.”
“I’ve said enough. If I say more, I will become an annoying little old man. If you really want to know, ask her later.”
How to ask?
To this day, I don’t even know where I am.
Nan Lao stood up, exerting force on the hand holding the cane, and his arm was stretched and trembling slightly.
Bo Yanqing also stood up and gave him a hand.
Before leaving, Mr. Nan glanced back and sighed: "I know she won't come back this year. There is no news at this time, so it will be difficult to see her."
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"You -"
Nan Lao looked at Bo Yanqing thoughtfully, saying nothing, but it seemed that he had said everything.
In those words just now, Bo Yanqing was overtly and covertly reminding Bo Yanqing that Nan Jiaojiao was emotionally deficient. He could bear it if he could, and end it as soon as possible if he couldn't bear it.
Thanks to him saying "marry her", Nan Lao changed his mind a little.
He compassionately gave him three words: "Just bear with it."
When Nan Lao was about to leave, Bo Yanqing sent him out. When he was about to leave with him, Nan Lao waved his hand and said, "You can stay here tonight and watch whatever you want, but don't touch her things. Also, the fishing rod." You gave it to me, it’s very useful, thank you.”
Bo Yanqing nodded, “As long as you like it.”
After Nan Lao left, Bo Yanqing went back to Nan Jiaojiao’s room and opened the wooden door. There is a magnolia tree on the left side of the window, and the flowers can already be seen for the first time. A few flowers are blooming on the higher branches, but they cannot block the cold wind. When the wind passes, the petals flutter like snow.
Bo Yanqing was sitting behind the window, and the dim light reflected the petals beautifully.
Until dawn. When I left, nothing in the room was moved.
There may be a diary written by a girl when she was a girl. Although she is curious, Nan Jiaojiao is not here, and Bo Yanqing respects her privacy.
The morning light from dawn spread a thin layer on the ground. Bo Yanqing stepped on the gravel road and walked to Yanchi's door. Just as he was about to knock on the door, the door opened from the inside.
Yan Chi had a cigarette in his mouth without lighting it. He was neatly dressed and his eyes were not sleepy at all.
“Are you leaving?”
Bo Yanqing put down her hand, "Yes."
"Go back to where?"
The man was slightly silent, "Go back to Rongcheng and wait for her."
Yan Chi chased came out, "There is no news from anyone. What if she never returns to Rongcheng? Are you going to wait until she is seven or eighty?"
"Then just wait and see. I really can't wait any longer. I'll We will search all over the world to find her.”
Yan Chi clapped his hands and said, "This is the Brother Yan I know. This is what he should do."
Bo Yanqing glanced at him sideways.
There was no joy on his face, but there was no anger either. Yan Chi kept his mouth shut and kept pushing further: "To be honest, Jiaojiao stabbed you and ran away that night. I blamed her. But after all, she is a girl who has been loved by her younger sister. I really can’t hate her. Since you can’t let her go, all the love disputes in the future will be your business. I’m messing around in the middle. But there is something my brother said. You have to listen, don’t act impulsively in the future, your own life is the most important thing.”
As he said that, he also glanced at the injury on Bo Yanqing’s waist.
On the first day of coming to Nanfu, the wound collapsed. Mr. Nan smelled the smell of blood and asked a doctor to come over and treat him.
(End of this chapter)