Xia Siyu has an advantage, that is, once someone gets up, 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 check in. The Chinese area was particularly quiet. The school was near home, carrying a small schoolbag to class. Compared with other public schools, the Chinese schools we studied in, in addition to their general homework, also had to learn Chinese and ancient Chinese. Most of the teachers were Chinese, all with yellow skin and dark eyes. A few white people could see by chance. There was no difference from the country. But when they left the block, they were all tall and big white people, and the impact was quite big."

Bo Yan nodded. Although he had been studying in China, he also participated in North American summer camps when he was a child. He had a completely unfamiliar environment, completely unfamiliar language, completely unfamiliar companions, and all white people, which really felt a sense of impact.

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

Xia Siyu straightened her small breasts without any concealment: "That's more to say?"

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

"It's rare to hear you talk about your mom."

Xia Siyu nodded with a calm look on her face: "She doesn't like being discussed."

"But she loves you very much."

Xia Siyu still looked proud: "Of course."

Bo Yan nodded. Although he was sorry, he probably couldn't ask more questions carefully, looking at Xia Siyu's appearance. If she didn't want to say something, he could only find the answer to it 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, and someone must be behind her, caring for her without reservation, so she can live so purely in a big dyeing vat like the entertainment industry.

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

When I was in love, I was too young and didn't know how to listen and understand. She had been sunny, and he didn't see the haze behind her sunny. Now I want to blow away the haze in her heart, but there are thousands of miles between them, and he has to work hard to get to her.

Bo Yan did not continue to ask about her mother. He just casually asked about her childhood interesting things in Sicily. As long as the part that did not involve her mother, Xia Siyu was still very good at chatting. Sometimes Bo Yan even asked her no more than ten words, but Xia Siyu could tell you continuously for five minutes without stopping.

The night gradually became deeper.

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

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

She fell asleep.

The moonlight, like flowing water, quietly sprinkled on them. The leaves of the citrus tree above their heads fell, and the smell was sweet and sour.

Bo Yan turned his head and looked at her sleeping face, quiet, timeless and elegant. When the wind blew, her hair was gently spread on his shoulders, which looked so beautiful.

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

Just as he was about to kiss...
Chapter completed!