Chapter 1625: Chapter 1616: Gift of Love (Part 6)
His hand reached out, with long fingers, clearly defined joints, and a broad palm with fascinating lines in the middle. Xia Siyu didn’t need to hesitate and placed her hand directly on it.
The lighting was dim, and the faint scent of alcohol lingered in the dim light. That song, along with the leisurely fragrance of the wine, spread out, and the lyrics seed to echo his current thoughts, perfectly resonating with Xia Siyu:
She-may-be-the-face-I-can’t-forget. She may have the face I can’t forget.
A-trace-of-pleasure-I-regret. A trace of pleasure I regret.
May-be-my-treasure-or-the-price-I-have-to-pay. Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay.
She-may-be-the-song-that-Sumr-sings. She may be the short song of sumr.
May-be-the-chill-that-autumn-brings. Maybe the autumn wind.
May-be-a-hundred-different-things. Maybe a hundred different things…
The song was sung by a man, with a deep voice like the lody of a cello, speaking of his love. Xia Siyu could dance, and Bo Yan could too. Previously, when Xia Siyu was filming “Storm,” she danced a Rumba for Bo Yan, and she had also danced pole dance and even ballet.
But it seed the two of them had never danced together before.
Dancing really is a magical movent, with two people facing and leaning towards each other, completely bypassing the fifty centiters of social distance. Hand in hand, face to face, moving in sync, breaths mingling. When about to get close, the woman briskly steps back two steps, pulling away. But when leaving this control, the man lightly brings her back, getting even closer again.
The living room wasn’t big, and it didn’t allow Xia Siyu to spin many tis. So the two had to stay close, pulling, lightly embracing, gently stepping from one side to the other, and then back again.
The song reached its high notes:
She-may-be-the-reason-I-survive. She may be the reason I survive.
The-why-and-wherefore-I’m-alive. The reason and direction I’m alive.
The-one-I’ll-care-for-through-the-rough-and-rainy-years. The one I’ll carefully protect through the stormy years…
Bo Yan felt exceedingly timid, only able to express his love for Xia Siyu through the song, and it was an English song too, twistedly conveying his feelings. He wasn’t a perfect man, couldn’t be like the domineering CEOs in so novels who could shut down trolls dissing their wives with just one call.
They are human, and people have many real-world frustrations and choices. Even if they go public and retire, the discussions and speculations surrounding them would not stop.
Since they chose the path of entertainers back then, this is sothing they must go through.
It seed there wasn’t much he could do for Xia Siyu, the only thing he could give her was his sincerest heart.
The ti for a song isn’t long, just four minutes, and when the four minutes ended, the big data had already automatically switched to another English rock song, not suitable for continuing to dance, so the two stopped.
Then they gently let go of each other’s hands and stepped back slightly.
They could have no distance in private, but in reality, it was best to keep a slight distance. Even if they had already gone public as a couple, to protect her, they needed to be mindful and not act too freely, causing her to be scolded.
But Bo Yan didn’t know what to say, just looked at her. Xia Siyu was rather calm and said, “Bo Yan.”
Bo Yan looked up and replied, “Hmm.”
Xia Siyu carelessly asked, “Was this gift okay? Are you satisfied?”
Imdiately pulling him back to reality, Bo Yan laughed and nodded, “So-so.”
Xia Siyu proudly faced the cara, “See, it passed! This ti, gifting only cost five bucks (for edible glue), huge success!”
Bo Yan was speechless, this girl really was the atmosphere ruiner number one. However, without her previous remarks, it would have been harder to end the scene.
The director behind the cara was also helpless. These two, prefer to be thrifty and won’t follow the program’s planned projects. Is the task really that tough? Xia Siyu added, “Got it, got it, cut, and wrap!”
She even bent down to remove the microphone, looking eager to finish work like a wage slave wanting to get off work early. Bo Yan was speechless, “At least take it easy. The program isn’t over until tomorrow.”
“Really?” Xia Siyu just feigned ignorance for a mont, of course knowing the show wasn’t over, but teasing the program team was quite fun.
Xia Siyu nodded with a smile, “Alright then, Mr. Bo.”
Bo Yan shot her a puzzled look.
Xia Siyu smiled warmly, “Goodnight.” Then she walked into the room and closed the door.
Maybe it was just an illusion from the dancing earlier, but he felt that Xia Siyu’s expression was particularly gentle when she said this to him.
**
Other groups also experienced this project.
The old couple stood at a bridal shop for half a day, “earning” a commission, and had a candlelit dinner at a revolving restaurant in the city center, counting it as a gift to each other. It seed like they had plans for their child to continue being a star and didn’t forget to video call the kid while dining to show a little face.
Zhou Weiwei and Zhang Wenyi on the other hand intentionally created so buzz. After leaving kindergarten, the two received a fund, and during a stroll by the seaside, Zhang Wenyi and Zhou Weiwei had soone prepare a row of heart-shaped candles on the beach, and they launched fireworks, creating a noisy and romantic atmosphere.
Zhou Weiwei used the money to buy him a tie.
Han Yifan and Shang Feifei were relatively simple, especially Shang Feifei who liked tranquility and wasn’t keen on crowds or shopping. After dining, they strolled gently through a quiet neighborhood to digest the al. Han Yifan played the piano for her, one song after another, they even perford a four-hand Mozart piece together. After the piano, he let her look outside the window. Outside, he had rented nurous drones from a company, forming shapes like “LOVE” and “IU” one after another.
In general, each group appeared quite extravagant.
No one was like Xia Siyu and Bo Yan, being penny-pinchers and still trying to create romance.
**
The filming wrapped up in three days, and on the next morning, all the other groups smoothly headed back ho.
Xia Siyu and her group got up in the morning but did not go jogging this ti; they packed their luggage, ate a big bowl of free oatal, and drank two bottles of yogurt for breakfast. Before leaving, they tidied the room, and once everything was set, they prepared to leave.
However, it seed like the director team was bent on making things tough for Bo Yan and Xia Siyu. As they were packing up to leave, another task card arrived: “Please use the remaining balance to reach the airport.”
Actually, this was the sa task for the other groups, but for them, it wasn’t an issue at all. Even if Zhang Wenyi spent more, they would still have a balance enough for the airport transport.
But for Xia Siyu, they only had a re forty bucks left.
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