Best Actor Wants To Stay With Me Chapter 174: Approaching (4)

Xia Siyu has the advantage that once someone opens the chat box, she will automatically start narrating, such as now: "At that time, Taormina was not an Internet celebrity, and there were not so many tourists who punched in. Especially in the Chinese area. Quiet. The school is close to home, and I carry a small schoolbag to class. Compared with other public schools, the Chinese school we go to has to learn Chinese and classical Chinese in addition to the general homework. Most of the teachers are of Chinese descent. With yellow skin and dark eyes, white people can occasionally see a few, and it is no different from that in China. But as soon as you step out of the block, it is full of tall white people, and the impact is quite big.”

Bo Yan nodded. Although he has been studying in China, he also participated in a North American summer camp when he was a child. He had a completely unfamiliar environment, a completely unfamiliar language, and completely unfamiliar companions, all of whom were white. It really felt a sense of shock.

Seeing that she was having a good chat, he asked tentatively: "Last time, Pietro said that his grandmother lived next door to your house, and he said that your mother was very beautiful."

Xia Siyu unabashedly straightened up her chest: "Then there's no need to say it?"

She is so good-looking and Xia Siwei is so ugly. From a genetic point of view, her mother is also prettier!

"Rarely, I hear you talk about your mother."

Xia Siyu nodded and said calmly: "She doesn't like being talked about."

"But she loves you."

Xia Siyu is still proud: "Of course."

Bo Yan nodded, although regretful, but looking at Xia Siyu's appearance, it is estimated that it is not easy to ask more carefully. Some things, if she is unwilling to say, he can only find the answer himself.

However, no matter what kind of person her mother is, her mother must have given her a lot of love. Her personality is so reckless and sunny, there must be someone behind her who supports her infinitely, loves her unreservedly, and cares about her, so she can live so pure in a big dye vat like the entertainment industry.

Bo Yan rarely has such an opportunity to sit here peacefully with Xia Siyu and chat.

When I was in love, I was too young to understand the meaning of listening and understanding. She was always sunny, and he didn't see the haze behind her sunlight. Now he wants to blow away the haze in her heart, but there are thousands of mountains and rivers between them, and he works very hard to get to her side.

Bo Yan did not continue to ask about her mother, he just casually asked about her childhood in Sicily. As long as it doesn't involve her mother's part, Xia Siyu is still very chatty. Sometimes Bo Yan even asks her a sentence of no more than ten words, but Xia Siyu can give you five minutes without stopping.

The night gradually deepened.

Xia Siyu kept talking for a long time without stopping, and finally her voice became smaller and smaller, her head became heavier and heavier, and she kept pointing down.

Bo Yan gently stretched out her hand and let her head rest on her shoulder.

She fell asleep.

Moonlight, like flowing water, quietly fell on them. The leaves of the citrus tree overhead rustled, and the smell was sweet and sour.

Bo Yan looked sideways at her sleeping face, quiet, meaningful and elegant. When the wind blew, her hair was gently laid out on his shoulders, which was very beautiful.

He turned his head and gently touched her ear, and wanted to kiss her again.

Just as he was about to kiss...