Chapter 1282 I'll Break Down Along with My Sister (60)
Song Jinhuan realized: "For me?"
Li Yan replied ambiguously, "I suppose so."
What do you mean by "sort of"? It's either give it or not!
The delicate young woman looked puzzled, but Li Yan had already turned his back, pushed open the door to the room next to the bedroom, and peeked out with his perfect handsome face, saying, "Sister, I have important matters to attend to before eight o'clock."
Song Jinhuan said "Oh," took out her phone, and typed, "Then I'm going to Yuhan's house for a free meal."
"It just so happens that she invited us to go together."
Li Yan thought for a moment, "I'll come later."
Song Jinhuan waved his hand and turned to find other entertainment.
The camera in the room was covered by Li Yan, and several lyrics on the workbench were put into a drawer.
The box was opened.
Li Yan carefully took out a memorial tablet, an incense burner, and two candles from inside.
Then he took out a package that he had prepared beforehand from under the table.
The contents of the package were neatly arranged. He took out a stick of incense, a copper coin, a red thread, a palm-sized piece of colorful clothing, and a bunch of miscellaneous tools.
On the 18th day of the fourth lunar month, at 5:30 PM, the time has come.
The man stood before the memorial tablet, devoutly burning incense, and in an instant, the sandalwood fragrance wafted out.
After bowing three times, he held incense in both hands and walked around the memorial tablet clockwise, and then counterclockwise.
Returning to the origin.
He raised the incense above his head and bowed again, "I pray to Bixia Yuanjun to bless my sister with all things going smoothly and good health."
"If my sister can stay with me until we grow old, I will build a temple and gild the body of Bixia Yuanjun before I die."
Although Li Yan's voice was cold, one could hear his sincerity upon closer listening.
After he finished speaking, he inserted the incense into the incense burner, knelt down and bowed three times before standing up.
Pick up the faceless doll next to him, hold a brush in his hand, and outline the facial features on it.
With just a few strokes, upon closer inspection, his expression bears a striking resemblance to Song Jinhuan.
He dressed the doll in colorful clothes, strung red thread and copper coins together, and then hung it around the doll's neck.
Clean fingertips gently caressed the doll's face.
He was angry with himself.
His skill was so poor that he couldn't even capture a tenth of his sister's beauty.
Time flies.
Before we knew it, it was 7:30.
After the incense burned out, the room was filled with the scent of sandalwood.
He carefully put the items away one by one and placed the doll into the small wooden box.
Lock it.
Lock the second lock.
Put on another lock.
It was locked securely.
In courtyard number 2, Han Mengyu and Ma Suifeng had arrived and were helping out.
As Song Jinhuan walked over, Bai Yuhan glanced behind her a few times and asked in surprise, "Isn't Li Yan coming over?"
"He has something to do and will come later."
As Song Jinhuan rolled up his sleeves, he asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Bai Yuhan didn't stand on ceremony with her, "Help me set out the bowls and chopsticks, we can eat as soon as the dishes are cooked."
Song Jinhuan took proactive measures.
Han Mengyu and Ma Suifeng came out of the kitchen one after the other. Seeing Song Jinhuan all alone, they couldn't help but tease, "Oh, Li Yan is willing to part ways with you."
From the time we've spent together these past few days, it's clear that Li Yan is definitely a clingy person.
It's quite unusual to see Jiajia alone these days.
Song Jinhuan explained it again.
Han Mengyu was even more surprised. What could be more important than staying by his fiancée's side?
Five people sat down at the table.
Bai Yuhan's cooking skills are quite good; just looking at the food makes your mouth water.
Before they started eating, Bai Yuhan gave Song Jinhuan a large bowl, saying, "Leave some food for Li Yan."
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