Best Actor Wants To Stay With Me

Xia Siyu has the advantage that as soon as someone opens the chatterbox, she will automatically start to narrate, for example now: "At that time, Taormina was not an internet celebrity and there were not so many check-in tourists. The Chinese area was especially quiet. The school It’s near home, carrying a small schoolbag to go to class. Compared with other public schools, the Chinese school we go to, in addition to ordinary homework, also learns Chinese and ancient Chinese. Most of the teachers are of Chinese descent, all with yellow skin and black skin. My eyes, white people can occasionally see a few, there is no difference from the country. But when you leave the block, there are all tall white people, the impact is quite big."

Bo Yan nodded. Although he has been studying in China, he also participated in North American summer camps when he was a child. The completely strange environment, the completely strange language, the completely strange companions, and all of them are white, so he does have a sense of shock.

Seeing that she was talking well, he asked tentatively: "The last time Pietro said that his grandma lives next to your house, and he said your mother is very beautiful."

Xia Siyu straightened out her chest without concealment: "Then you need to say?"

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

"Very rarely, I hear 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 regretful, looking at Xia Siyu's appearance, it might not be easy to ask more carefully. If she doesn't want to say some things, he can only find the answer by himself.

However, no matter what her mother is, her mother must have given her a lot of love. Her personality is so reckless and so sunny. There must be someone behind her infinitely supporting her, loving and caring for her unreservedly, so she can live so purely in a big dyeing tank like the entertainment circle.

Bo Yan rarely had such an opportunity to sit here peacefully with Xia Siyu, chatting.

When I was in love, I was too young to know how to listen and understand. She was always sunny, and he did not see the haze behind her. Now he wants to blow away the haze from her heart, but they are separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, and he has to work very hard to get to her.

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

The night gradually sinks.

Xia Siyu kept talking for a long time, and finally her voice became smaller and smaller, her head heavier and heavier, and she kept pointing down.

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

She fell asleep.

Moonlight, like running water, quietly fell on them. The leaves of the citrus tree above the head are falling down, and the breath is sweet and sour.

Bo Yan looked sideways at her sleeping face, quiet, timeless, and elegant. When the wind blew, her hair was softly laid out on his shoulders, so beautiful.

He tilted his head, gently held her ear beads, and wanted to kiss her again.

Just when he was about to kiss...