Chapter 174 Approaching (4)

Xia Siyu has the advantage that once someone starts talking, she will automatically start to narrate. For example, now: "At that time, Taormina was not an Internet celebrity, and there were not so many tourists who checked in. The Chinese district was especially quiet. The school It is near home, and I go to class with a small schoolbag on my back. Compared with other public schools, the Chinese school we go to, in addition to the general homework, has to learn Chinese and ancient Chinese. Most of the teachers are Chinese, and they are all yellow-skinned and dark-skinned. In terms of eyes, white people can occasionally see a few, and there is no difference with China. But once you go out of the block, there are all 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. The completely unfamiliar environment, completely unfamiliar language, completely unfamiliar companions, and they are all white, really has a sense of shock.

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

Xia Siyu straightened out her small chest undisguisedly: "Does it need to be said?"

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

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

Xia Siyu nodded, with a calm face: "She doesn't like being talked about."

"But she loves you very much."

Xia Siyu still looked proud: "Of course."

Bo Yan nodded, although it was regrettable, but looking at Xia Siyu's appearance, it is probably not easy to ask more carefully. Some things, if she didn't want to say it, he could only find the answer by 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, that's why she can live so purely in a big dye vat like the entertainment industry.

It is rare for Bo Yan to have such an opportunity to sit here peacefully with Xia Siyu and talk about the world.

When I was in love, I was still too young to understand the meaning of listening and understanding. She has always been sunny, and he has not seen the haze behind her sunshine. Now he wants to blow away the haze in her heart, but there are thousands of rivers and mountains between them, and he has worked very hard to get to her side.

Bo Yan didn't continue to ask about her mother, he just casually asked about her childhood in Sicily. As long as it doesn't involve her mother, Xia Siyu is still good at chatting. Sometimes even Bo Yan asked her a sentence of no more than ten words, but Xia Siyu can talk to you continuously for five minutes without stopping.

The night gradually deepened.

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

Bo Yan gently reached out, letting her head rest on his shoulder.

she fell asleep.

The moonlight, like flowing water, quietly fell on them. The leaves of the citrus trees overhead are rustling, and the smell is sour and sweet.

Bo Yan looked sideways at her sleeping face, it was quiet, timeless and elegant. When the wind blows, her hair is laid out gently on his shoulders, which looks extremely beautiful.

He turned his head, gently sucked her earballs, and wanted to kiss her again.

Just when he was about to kiss her...