Chapter 351: Exaggerated acting (3/4)

As it turns out, Yang Lan has no Conan physique, and he can't encounter anything wherever he goes.
This is not, Guo Ziyi and Wang went over and danced a circle. When they came back, they both sweated on their heads and did not see anything.
"Wang Chao, is it fun?" Zhu Liyang asked enviously.
"It’s fun, when you enter the dance floor, you don’t know the southeast and northwest, you know that you can follow the music.
Wang Chao pulled the hair down, then sorted his hair and brought it up again, coolly said.
"That won't dance?" Zhu Liyang hesitated.
"I can't dance like a dance. Super brothers won't jump, just follow it." Guo Ziyi said with a smile.
"Who said that I can't jump? Is anyone around me jumping better than me?" Wang Chao blushes, not knowing if the wine is drunk, or is shyly exposed, he swears, "Zhu Liyang, don't be so embarrassed, anyway, dance floor No one cares how you dance, it’s all there.

"Yang Ge, go play with you!" Guo Ziyi also groaned.
Ding Xiang smiled and reminded: "Go, go now, there are more people late, people in the dance floor are crowded, and there is not even a place to stay."
"Go and go!" Zhu Liyang sighed.
"Hey, let's wait for me, I will go too!" Long Ni couldn't help but rushed to follow up.
On the deck of the deck, Yang Hao and Ding Xiang are left.
"Ding Xiang, don't be cautious, come out to play today, don't think about other things, want to go play, just go!" Yang Lan raised an eyebrow and said Ding Xiang, who had been holding her cup of gradient juice.
Ding Xiang did not know whether he was reluctant to drink, or worried that Yang Lan would spend more money. This cup of juice was only half-drinked for half a day. Those few people didn’t know how to change a few cups. Yang Lan was afraid that they would drink as soon as they came up. Drunk, and later let them point to low-alcohol champagne cocktails.
"Yang Da Ge, I don't like to dance, or forget it." Ding Xiang slammed his hand.
Yang Xiao smiled and didn't persuade him. He was drinking his Mojito while listening to the songs sung by the band.
"Dong Yang, why don't you go dancing?" Ding Xiang asked curiously.
"Oh, my, dancing, this is suitable for you young people, I am an old man, even if it is!" Yang Hao said with a slight smile.
"Yang Da Ge, you are only in your early thirties, how can you be old?" Ding Xiang argued for him.
Yang Xiao laughs and says no, his age in this world is indeed in his early thirties. However, in his previous life... he couldn’t be sure how old he was when he died, because he was organized by a small killer and went abroad. In the world of killing, I don’t know the name, birthplace, and birth. I can only estimate it. When he died, he was almost forty years old.
The body is not old, the mentality is indeed mature and vicissitudes!
"Hey, Big Brother, look, the singer, isn't that Lin Mu'an?" Ding Xiang suddenly found something, pointing to the young man holding the guitar on stage at the bar stage.
Lin Muan?
Yang Lan remembers the name. He turned his head and looked at it. The band had gone down before, and now the singer who wants to sing on the stage is the two guys he has seen.
The first time he wanted to apply for a job, he came to his coffee shop to hire a pianist. The second time, he borrowed his own piano and sang a new song to his girlfriend.
It turned out that he was singing in this bar.
"Yangda, don't you remember him?" Ding Xiang asked Yang Hao if he didn't say anything.
"Remember, let's listen to the song! He sang Cantonese songs, not bad." Yang Lan nodded and smiled.
......
In Yang Huan’s residence, Yang Huan sat face to face with his face sitting on the sofa. Yang Huan held his face and his eyes wide open. He also learned the little aunt, two small arms on the thigh, and then held a small face, eyes hard to lift up, and the little aunt looked at.
"Little aunt, I feel so boring... When can I come back?" He whispered his mouth, but it was actually squeezed out of the palm of his hand, one word at a time.
"Your father didn't come back so soon..." Yang Huan was still not convinced, she felt that she couldn't stop, she had to find a way, happy, otherwise, she was too shameful!
Suddenly, Yang Huan Ling’s movement, she straightened up, patted her thigh, and made a
squeaky
sound through her pajamas:
Hey, I remember, you are not telling a story? You said before, you are often Kindergarten, tell your friends stories!"
"Yeah, little aunt, do you want me to tell you a story?" When she came to her interest, she blinked and asked.
If the role is changed, Yang Huan is also very willing to tell the story to himself, and he can comfortably lie down and listen, so why bother!
But she is an adult, she is taking care of her, not taking care of her! Want to tell her a story, how can a happy sister have a face in this world?
Therefore, Yang Huan said with a smile: "I think so! You will tell a story, then I will play!"
That is to say, she is very vocal, following Guo Ziyi and Qin Wen to learn the basic skills of acting, dare to claim that they will act...
But she believed it was true. Her little mouth was rounded up like a duck egg. She shouted, and looked at the little aunt with surprise.
"Then we can play such a game, you tell the story, then I will show you according to the story you told!" Yang Huan said with a smile, "How, this idea is good?"
I happily patted the small palm, and said that the venue was very good: "Okay, okay, it’s so fun!"
But what story do you want to tell your little aunt?
After thinking for a while, I decided to tell a new story that my father told her not long ago.
"Long time, a long time ago, there is a beautiful girl, as beautiful as a donkey!" He jumped off the sofa and said with a dance.
"Wait a minute, hey, you sit on the sofa and say, the little aunt is performing below." Yang Huan will hug and hurry back.
"Okay!" He nodded and said, "She is Xiaoxin, she said, she has no hemp, only a second hemp, then, then the second hemp is not her real hemp, no Like her! Bullying Xiaoxin, the two sisters want her to work, so poor."
"Well, I am working!" Yang Huan found a piece of rag, wiped it on the left, wiped it on the right, and slammed the floor on the floor.
"Well, Xiaoxin's clothes are often dirty and dirty, and there are no good-looking clothes to wear." He continued.
"Clothes, I don't have clothes to wear." Yang Huan was pitiful, fell to the ground, and wiped his tears.
"Hey, my little aunt is very good." He took the venue and patted the small palm, praised the road.
"Continue, you continue to say!" Yang Huan has been completely interested.
I scratched my head and recalled what Dad had said. Then I said, "And then, Xiao Xin can't go dancing! Her second hemp and her sister are going to dance!"
"Why can't I go dancing... Hey, hehe..." Yang Huan was on the ground, his hand stretched forward and made a crying look.
Her performance is exaggerated and extremely tense. If Guo Zi intends to evaluate, she will praise her as a qualified drama actor.
Why don't you say that you are a qualified film actor?
Because that would be too unscrupulous, to say that it is a drama, try to be exaggerated and round the past.
Why don’t you just say that she is not doing well?
Of course, I can’t just say that I will be killed by my sister!
Of course, Yang Huan’s exaggerated acting skills are still very effective in front of him. He likes this, and Yang Huan laughs giggling.