Chapter 177 Find a Boyfriend (3)
Bo Yan walked for half an hour for a one-kilometer journey, which was three times slower than the normal pace. Since he was carrying Xia Siyu (this heavy object) on his back, the rest of the director team didn't find it strange, and instead praised him for his hard work.
Back at the hotel, this time I finally slept in a separate room, Bo Yan carried her to the room and put her on the edge of the bed. He took off her shoes, covered her with a quilt, and instructed to turn off the microphone and camera.
After everything was arranged, he closed the door before leaving and looked back at her.
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Xia Siyu did indeed sleep peacefully.
Perhaps it was knowing that she was back in Taormina, which made her feel more relaxed. Although you can't go to the Chinese district, you can see the places where you lived in the past from the top of the mountain. What I breathe is the old air, and the surrounding buildings are strange and familiar, as if I have returned to the past.
My mother doesn't like to communicate with people very much, and she is always alone on weekdays. Her mother is also very strict with her, training her to dance and play the piano every day. Once she doesn't practice well, my mother doesn't scold anyone, but just sends her to the door and closes the door.
The law and order in Taormina is very good, so there is no need to worry about being trafficked. The entire Chinese district is also like a large community, and neighbors know each other, just like the big courtyards in the 1980s and 1990s in China, where children often go out to hang out and throw handkerchiefs together.
For example, when she first dreamed, she always dreamed that Pietro's grandmother next door had a dog who liked to lick her face the most...
Tired of playing, whichever house she falls down in, the parents of that house will call her mother. At this time, her mother would bring a small gift, usually a small piece of cake or baked biscuits, and go to the neighbor's house to pick her up in person.
Sometimes she was really tired from playing with her friends, her tired eyelids kept fighting, and she fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes. Sometimes it's not that tired, it's just pretending, the purpose is to let her mother carry her back.
In fact, her childish tricks are not enough to look at in front of her mother. Wen Qunxiao knew at a glance whether her daughter was really sleeping or pretending to be sleeping, but she always pretended that she was sleeping and carried her back.
Every time I go home, I have sweet snacks to eat, and I still make her favorite almond tofu and tiramisu. Mom sometimes builds Lego with her and plays with toy pistols.
Therefore, when Bo Yan carried her, she rested her head on his shoulder very freely, and her body automatically cooperated with him to carry her. Even if he was going to slide down sometimes and he bumped her up, she wouldn't feel uncomfortable, instead she subconsciously hugged him even tighter. I was afraid that if he let go, he would fall to the ground and wake up from the dream.
She was indeed in a sleep state, but not a deep sleep. She even knew that she was dreaming, but she didn't want to wake up. In the days of being an artist, although the scenery is boundless, there are more scolding than praise around you, and illegitimate students and sunspots will still chase you imperceptibly. It was a rare trip to Sicily, and finally she didn't have to face so many fans, but the program crew followed her all the time, maybe she would only be so relaxed when she was dreaming.
Um, wait, why does she feel that she seems to be with Bo Yan. So what she dreamed about being carried on someone's back might not actually be her mother, but... Bo Yan? The one who licked her face, wouldn't it be... also fluffy words?