The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 392: 391: I Want to Have a Home (2)

Chapter 392: Chapter 391: I Want to Have a Home (2)
 

“Wait here for a minute, I’ll be right back,”

Bo Yan said, and then he pushed the door open and left. Xia Siyu began to roam about in the room.

Although the house was a small bungalow, it was very clean. The little boy’s toys were nothing but pistols, model planes, model cars, Transformers, and the like, none of which she found very interesting.

However, as she wandered, she spotted something that looked like a yellowed notebook.

Bo Yan was such a grown man, did he actually like to keep a diary? Xia Siyu was a bit curious, she turned her head to see that Bo Yan was not there. It might not be nice to snoop on someone’s privacy, but he had bullied her, so it should be okay for her to take a sneaky peek, right? She wouldn’t remember it anyway.

So, she pulled out the notebook, which was well preserved with a cover made of kraft paper, clearly well-protected. On it were a few words written in a clumsy scrawl: “Me and Dad and Mom.”

Was it about his parents? Xia Siyu knew that Bo Yan had lost both parents when he was very young, and he had lived with his grandparents ever since. Living at the mercy of others, it was inevitable that he would be looked down on, so his relationship with his family wasn’t good either.

So… just one look, I promise not to read the content of his diary, just the title!

Xia Siyu opened the pages, only to realize that this was not a diary, but a photo album.

It seemed to be from when he was in elementary school. A young couple, the man refined and tall, the woman gentle and friendly, with a six or seven-year-old child in the middle, his eyes squinting from laughter. The background looked like a school.

The handwriting beneath was quite delicate: “Ayan’s group photo at elementary school.”

This handwriting, she guessed, was probably written by his mother.

Xia Siyu glanced at his parents; actually, Bo Yan was quite charming and seemed to have inherited the best from both parents. Dad was tall, but the eyes followed the Bo family’s elongated shape. Mom’s eyes were very large, the typical peach blossom eyes. Bo Yan’s eyes resembled his mother’s. All three had prominent noses, but unlike Mom’s cherry lips, his lips were more like his Dad’s.

It was a photo album, not a diary, which felt slightly better.

Xia Siyu flipped through more pages, “Ayan’s sports day, long-distance running champion!”

There was even an exclamation mark, clearly showing how proud the parents were of their son’s achievements. Bo Yan was dressed in sportswear, his clothes and pants covered in dirt as if he had rolled around somewhere, holding a first-place medal—a little red flower. His smile was nothing like the stern and reticent individual he was now; he seemed exceptionally happy.

There were also pictures of father and son playing football together, Bo Yan stepping on the ball, and Dad dressed in sports attire as well, both wearing number ten jerseys, making the victory V sign. The caption read, “Our family’s football match.”

Obviously, Mom was the one behind the camera, asking them to say “cheese.”

Then, they started wearing winter outfits and building a snowman. Bo Yan was wrapped up in a thick down jacket like a doll, with a smear of gray on his nose as if he was messing around while Mom and Dad were cooking a barbecue feast.

Looking at the scenery outside, it seemed like they were abroad, a typical European and American city’s nightscape.

Further on…

Just as Xia Siyu was about to turn the page, Bo Yan, unknown to her, had walked up behind her, stretching out his arm from behind to gently close the photo album, “Do you want to take a look?”

The man’s voice resonated above her head. Xia Siyu turned around and indeed, Bo Yan had returned.