Chapter 174: Chapter 174: Approaching (4)
Translator: 549690339
Xia Siyu had a good quality, which was that once someone struck up a conversation, she would automatically start recounting stories, like now: “Back then, Taormina was not an internet sensation, and there weren’t so many tourists checking in. The Chinese District was especially serene. School was close to home, and I’d go to class with my little backpack. In addition to the regular courses, our Chinese school also taught Chinese and classical Chinese. Most of our teachers were of Chinese descent, all with yellow skin and black eyes. You’d occasionally see a few white people, no different from back in our home country. But the moment you stepped out of the neighborhood, you’d be surrounded by towering white people. The contrast was quite a shock.”
Bo Yan nodded. Although he had always studied in his home country, he had also participated in North American summer camps as a child, immersed in an entirely unfamiliar environment, with completely unfamiliar languages and companions, all of whom were white. He indeed felt that sense of impact.
Seeing that she was chatting away, he tentatively asked, “Last time, that Pietro said, his grandmother lives next door to your house, and he said your mother is very beautiful.”
Xia Siyu made no attempt to hide her pride and puffed out her little chest: “Isn’t that obvious?”
She was so beautiful, and Xia Sicai was so unattractive, from the perspective of genetics, it was clear that her mother was the more beautiful one!
“You rarely talk about your mother.”
Xia Siyu nodded with an open expression: “She doesn’t like being the topic of discussion.”
“But she loves you a lot.”
Xia Siyu remained proudly: “Of course.”
Bo Yan nodded, feeling a certain regret, but seeing Xia Siyu’s demeanor, he guessed it wouldn’t be wise to press further. Some things, if she didn’t want to talk about them, he’d have to find the answers himself.
However, no matter what kind of person her mother was, she must have lavished her with a great deal of affection. Her personality is so brash yet so bright, someone must be infinitely supporting her from behind, loving her unreservedly, caring for her, which is why she can remain so pure in an entertainment industry as murky as this one.
Bo Yan seldom had such an opportunity to sit peacefully here with Xia Siyu, chatting about all manner of things.
When they were in love, they were too young and didn’t quite understand the meaning of listening and understanding. He had failed to see the shadows behind her sunshine. Now, wanting to dispel the shadows in her heart, they were separated by vast distances, and it would take a lot of effort for him to be by her side.
Bo Yan didn’t continue to ask about her mother, but instead casually inquired about the childhood stories from her life in Sicily. As long as it didn’t touch on her mother, Xia Siyu was quite talkative. Sometimes Bo Yan would ask her a question not exceeding ten words, but Xia Siyu could give an unbroken monologue for five minutes straight without pause.
The night deepened gradually.
Xia Siyu had been talking non-stop for quite some time, and finally, her voice grew softer and softer, her head heavier and heavier, continuously nodding off.
Bo Yan gently extended his hand, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder.
She fell asleep.
The moonlight, like flowing water, silently cascaded over them. The leaves of the orange trees overhead rustled and fell, their scent a blend of tartness and sweetness.
Bo Yan turned to look at her sleeping face, serene, profound, elegant. When the wind blew, her hair gently spread across his shoulder, breathtakingly beautiful.
He turned his head, softly capturing her earlobe with his lips, and felt the urge to kiss her again.
Just as he was about to lean in for the kiss…
