351 Exaggerated Acting (3/4)

Chapter 351 Exaggerated Acting (34)

Facts have proved that he Yang Yi does not have Conan's physique, so he can't encounter problems anywhere.

No, Guo Ziyi and Wang Chao went for a dance, and when they came back, they both sweated on their foreheads, and nothing happened.

"Wang Chao, is it fun?" Zhu Liyang asked enviously.

"It's fun, when you enter the dance floor, you don't know the south, east, north, and west, you just know how to dance to the music." Wang Chao said coolly, pulling off his hairband, tidied his hair, and put it back on again.

"What if you can't dance?" Zhu Liyang hesitated.

"You can jump just like you can't dance. Brother Chao can't dance, so he just twists around." Guo Ziyi said with a smile.

"Who said I can't dance? Who can dance better than me?" Wang Chao blushed. He didn't know if it was because he drank too much or was ashamed of being exposed. He shouted, "Zhu Liyang, don't be so cowardly, anyway, on the dance floor No one cares how you dance, you just jump around there."

"Brother Yang, let's play together!" Guo Ziyi also urged.

Ding Xiang smiled and reminded: "Go, hurry up now, there are many people late, the dance floor is crowded with people, and there is not even a place to stay."

"Go and go!" Zhu Liyang hesitated.

"Hey, wait for me, I'll go too!" Long Ni couldn't hold back, and excitedly followed.

On the side of the booth, Yang Yi and Ding Xiang were left.

"Ding Xiang, don't be so restrained, come out to play today, don't think about anything else, just go and play!" Yang Yi raised his eyebrows and said to Ding Xiang, who had been holding her glass of Gradient Juice.

Ding Xiang didn't know whether he was reluctant to drink it, or worried that Yang Yi would spend more money. After drinking this glass of juice for a long time, he only drank half of it. Those people didn't know how many cups they had changed. Yang Yi was afraid that they would drink it as soon as they came up. Drunk, and later asked them to order low-alcohol champagne-type cocktails.

"Brother Yang, I don't like dancing, so forget it." Ding Xiang waved his hand in embarrassment.

Yang Yi smiled without much persuasion. He drank his mojito and listened to the songs sung by the band here.

"Brother Yang, why don't you go dancing?" Ding Xiang asked curiously.

"Oh, me, this kind of dance is suitable for you young people, I am an old man, forget it!" Yang Yi said with a slight smile.

"Brother Yang, you are only in your early thirties, how can you be old?" Ding Xiang defended him.

Yang Yi smiled without saying a word. He was indeed in his early thirties in this life. However, in his previous life...he was not sure how old he was when he died, because he was kidnapped abroad by a killer organization since he was a child, and he has lived for as long as he can remember. In the world of killing, he didn't know his name, place of origin, or birthday at all, so he could only roughly estimate that he was almost forty years old when he died.

The body is not old, and the mentality is indeed mature and vicissitudes of life!

"Hey, Big Brother Yang, look, isn't that singer Lin Mu'an?" Ding Xiang suddenly discovered something and said, pointing to the young man on the bar stage with a guitar.

Lin Muan?

Yang Yi remembered the name, and he turned to look. The band had already left, and the singer who was going to play and sing on stage was the guy he had met twice.

The first time was when he wanted to apply for a job and came to his coffee shop to apply for a pianist position. The second time was when he borrowed his own piano to play and sing a new song for his girlfriend.

It turned out that he was singing in this bar.

"Brother Yang, don't you remember him?" Ding Xiang asked when he saw that Yang Yi was silent.

"Remember, let's listen to the song! The Cantonese songs he sang are not bad." Yang Yi nodded and smiled.

...

In Yang Huan's residence, Yang Huan and Xixi sat cross-legged on the sofa face to face, Yang Huan held his face and stared at Xixi with big eyes. Xixi also imitated her little aunt, with two small arms on her thighs, and then her little face, her eyes raised hard, and her little aunt looked at each other.

"Little aunt, I feel so bored... When can I come back?" Xixi pouted, but she was actually squeezed out of her palm, saying word by word.

"Your father didn't come back so soon..." Yang Huan was still a little unconvinced. She felt that she couldn't just give up, she had to find a way to make Xixi happy, otherwise, she would be too embarrassed!

Suddenly, Yang Huan had an idea, she straightened up, patted her thigh, and made a "bang" through her pajamas: "Xixi, I remembered, aren't you good at telling stories? You said before that you often Kindergarten, tell stories to your friends!"

"Yes, little aunt, do you want me to tell you a story?" Xixi was interested, she blinked her eyes and asked happily.

If the roles are changed, Yang Huan is also very willing to tell Xixi stories to himself, and he can just lie down and listen comfortably, why is it so hard!

But she is an adult, she takes care of Xixi, not Xixi! If Xixi wants to tell her a story, how can Sister Huan have the face in this world in the future?

Therefore, Yang Huan said with a smile: "I think so! You can tell stories, and then I can act!"

She was so outspoken that she learned the basics of acting from Guo Ziyi and Qin Wen, and dared to claim that she knew how to act...

Xixi believed it to be true, her small mouth was as round as a duck's egg, and she cried out "Oh", looking at the little aunt in surprise.

"Then we can play a game like this, you tell the story, and then I will show you the show based on the story you told!" Yang Huan said with a smile, "How about it, isn't this a good idea?"

Xixi clapped her little palm happily, and said with great enthusiasm, "Okay, okay, it's fun!"

But what story are you going to tell your little aunt?

Xixi thought for a while and decided to tell a new story her father told her not long ago.

"A long time, a long time ago, there was a beautiful girl, as beautiful as Xixi!" Xixi jumped off the sofa and danced.

"Wait a minute, Xixi, you sit on the sofa and say, the little aunt is performing below." Yang Huan hugged Xixi back again.

"Okay!" Xixi nodded and said, "Her name is Xiaoxin, Baba said, she has no Mama, only a second Mama, then, and then the second Mama is not her real Mama, no I like her! When you bully Xiaoxin, the two elder sisters want her to work, so pitiful."

"Well, I'm working!" Yang Huan found a rag, wiped it with the left, wiped with the right, and knelt on the ground to wipe the floor.

"Well, Xiaoxin's clothes are often very dirty and dirty, and there is no good-looking clothes to wear." Xixi continued.

"Clothes, I have no clothes to wear." Yang Huan pretended to be pitiful and fell to the ground, wiping tears.

"Hee hee, little auntie is amazing." Xixi clapped her little palm while holding the venue, and praised.

"Go ahead, keep talking!" Yang Huan was completely interested.

Xixi scratched her head, recalled what her father said, and then said, "Then, Xiaoxin can't go dancing! Her second Mama and her sister are going to dance!"

"Why can't I go dancing... woo, woo..." Yang Huan stretched out his hands on the ground, making a look of crying.

Her performance is exaggerated and very tense. If Guo Ziyi evaluates it, she will be praised as a qualified drama actor.

Why don't you say you're a qualified movie actor?

Because that would be too contrary to one's intentions, say it was a drama, try to be exaggerated and round the past.

Why don't you just say she's not good at acting?

Of course, I can't say it directly, I will be beaten to death by Sister Huan!

Of course, Yang Huan's exaggerated acting skills are still very effective in front of Xixi. Xixi likes it like this, and Yang Huan makes him giggle non-stop.

Thank you for being the drunk moon, half drunk, half hypocritical, and lonely tears! ! Thanks also to the other book lovers on both sides of Chuangshi and Starting Point! ! (づ￣ 3￣)づ