Xia Siyu has an advantage that once someone opens the conversation, she will automatically start narrating, for example, now: "At that time, Taormina was not an Internet celebrity, and there were not so many tourists who checked in. The Chinese quarter is especially quiet. The school is close to home, and I carry a small school bag to class. Compared with other public schools, the Chinese school we attended, in addition to general homework, also had to learn Chinese and ancient Chinese. Most of the teachers are Chinese, all of them are yellow-skinned and black-eyed, and there are a few white people who can occasionally see them, and there is no difference between them and China. But as soon as I got out of the block, it was full of tall white people, and the impact was 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, and he did have a completely unfamiliar environment, a completely unfamiliar language, completely unfamiliar companions, and all of them were white, which did have a sense of impact.

Seeing that she was chatting well, he asked tentatively: "Last time that Pietro said that his grandmother lived next door to your house, and he said that your mother was very beautiful." ”

Xia Siyu unabashedly straightened her small chest: "Then you still need to say?"

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

"Rarely, hear you talk about your mother. ”

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

"But she loves you so much. ”

Xia Siyu was still proud: "Of course." ”

Bo Yan nodded, although he regretted it, but looking at Xia Siyu's appearance, it was estimated that it would not be good to ask carefully. There are some things, if she doesn't want to say, then 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 so 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, sitting here peacefully with Xia Siyu, chatting about the world.

When I was in love, I was too young to know what it meant to listen and understand. She was always sunny, and he didn't see 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 to work hard to get to her.

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

The night is getting deeper.

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

Bo Yan gently reached out and let her head rest on his shoulder.

She fell asleep.

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

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

He tilted his head, gently took her ear, and tried to kiss her again.

Just as he was about to kiss him......