Chapter 640: Chapter 637 Children (3)
Bo Yan and Xia Siyu, playing the child’s parents in the drama, had to at least learn how to hold a baby.
Unfortunately, twins are hard to find, and cute twins even harder. The script called for a baby boy, but those are not easy to find either, so the production ended up casting a little girl.
Anyhow, boys or girls, you can’t really tell at the infant stage; nobody knew what she would look like.
And the child couldn’t come alone; her mother came with her as well.
This child wouldn’t be newly born either; the youngest one auditioned was already over two months old, and that was this little one.
But a two-month-old was still very small. When she was brought to Bo Yan and Xia Siyu, they didn’t even dare to hold her. Especially Siyu, who circled around the little one, looking at her with extreme curiosity.
Last time on the train, that baby had been nine months old, able to babble, to stand, to grasp, and to sit. This one was so small that it seemed as if poking her cheek might burst it like a bubble.
Plus, the mother held that one the whole time; this time, not only did Siyu have to hold her, she had to interact with her and act with her, which felt completely different.
Xia Siyu had never handled such a small child. She had been in the entertainment industry for seven years, but her innocent and pure look typecast her into playing naive ingenue roles in campus romance films, always about love, love, and more love, with none involving married life with children.
None of her contemporaries in her own social circle were married with kids either. This circle seemed to naturally reject the image of children. Within it, women, whether artists or assistants and agents, were forever branded as either “young girls” or “strong women.” Even if they were married with children, they would downplay the image of a “housewife” to avoid being stereotyped and hinder future film opportunities.
Except for those special few who used their kids to show off a loving family and gained fame as “milk dads and moms,” but these were rare and negligible. Moreover, because the country opposed children participating in shows to protect their physical and mental health, it curtailed the income paths of these milk dads and moms quite a bit.
In short, this was the first time Xia Siyu came into contact with such a tiny child, and she was both intrigued and shocked, barely daring to hold the baby. The child’s body was so soft, and she was afraid she might harm her if she wasn’t careful.
“Let me hold her for a moment,” Bo Yan bravely volunteered, and the child’s mother passed the little one into Bo Yan’s arms.
The little one was still sleeping — infants sleeping for more than a dozen hours a day isn’t unusual; they’re actually awake for very little time.
Bo Yan was stiff all over, and the sleeping infant didn’t seem too comfortable, her little eyebrows knitted as if she was facing a great injustice.
From childhood, he excelled at everything he learned, but when it came to caring for children, he was one hundred percent a novice.
The child’s mother was still instructing him, “Mr. Bo, , one hand under the child’s bottom, the other supporting her head.”
Bo Yan followed her instructions, gingerly shifting his arms until he finally settled the child into a comfortable position. After holding her for a while, the little one didn’t show any signs of discomfort. Instead, she sucked her lip as if savoring the sweet taste of milk, then blissfully fell back asleep.
While holding the child, Bo Yan excitedly said to Xia Siyu, “Quick, take a look at the baby!”
For that moment, it felt as if the little one was not just an actor in their drama but actually their own child.