House Dad's Literary Life-Chapter 351: Exaggerated Acting Skills

Indeed, Yang Yi didn’t have Conan’s constitution, he didn’t encounter problems wherever he went.

Guo Ziyi and Wang Chao went out for a round of dancing, and when they came back, both of them were sweating on their forehead, but there was no accident.

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

“It’s fun. Once you’re in the dance floor, you lose all sense of direction and just follow the music.” Wang Chao pulled off his hair band, then sorted out his hair, put it on again, and said coolly.

“What if you can’t dance?” Zhu Liyang hesitated.

“Even if you can’t dance, you can still jump around. Brother Chao can’t dance, he just twists and turns randomly.” Guo Ziyi said with a smile.

“Who said I can’t dance? Who around here dances better than me?” Wang Chao’s face turned red. It was unknown whether it was because he had drunk too much or because he was embarrassed to be exposed. He shouted, “Zhu Liyang, don’t be so timid. Anyway, on the dance floor, no one cares how you dance. Everyone’s just jumping around.”

“Big Brother Yang, let’s go have fun together!” Guo Ziyi also urged.

Ding Xiang smiled and reminded, “If you want to go, go now. It’ll get crowded later, and the dance floor will be packed, with no room to even stand.”

“Go, go!” Zhu Liyang made up his mind.

“Hey, wait for me, I’m going too!” Long Ni couldn’t help it anymore and followed up excitedly.

At the booth, only Yang Yi and Ding Xiang were left.

“Ding Xiang, don’t be restrained. Today we come out to have fun. Don’t think about anything else. If you want to go have fun, just go!” Yang Yi raised his eyebrows and said to Ding Xiang, who had been holding onto her glass of gradient fruit juice.

It was unknown whether Ding Xiang was reluctant to drink or worried about making Yang Yi spend more money, but she had been sipping on the same glass of fruit juice for a long time and only drank half of it. As for the others, it was unknown how many drinks they had switched to. Yang Yi was afraid they would get drunk right away, so he had them order low-alcohol champagne cocktails.

“Big Brother Yang, I don’t like dancing. Let’s forget it.” Ding Xiang waved her hand in embarrassment.

Yang Yi smiled and didn’t insist further. He drank his Mojito while listening to the song sung by the band.

“Big Brother Yang, why don’t you go dancing?” Ding Xiang asked curiously.

“Oh, me? Dancing is suitable for young people like you. I’m an old man. Forget it!” Yang Yi smiled slightly and said.

“Big Brother Yang, you are only in your early thirties. How can you be old?” Ding Xiang argued for him.

Yang Yi smiled without saying a word. In this life, he was indeed in his early thirties, but in his previous life… In his previous life, he couldn’t be sure how old he was when he died because he was kidnapped by an assassin organization abroad when he was young and lived in a world of killing since he could remember. He didn’t know his name, birthplace, or birthday at all. He could only roughly estimate that he was almost forty when he died.

The body was not old but the mentality was indeed much more mature and has undergone many vicissitudes!

“Hey, Big Brother Yang, look, isn’t that singer Lin Mu’an?” Ding Xiang suddenly noticed something and pointed to the young man with a guitar on the bar stage.

Lin Mu’an?

Yang Yi remembered this name and turned his head to look. The previous band had already left the stage. The singer who was going to sing by himself on stage now was indeed the young man he had seen twice.

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

It turned out that he was a resident singer in this bar.

“Big Brother Yang, don’t you remember him?” Ding Xiang asked when she saw that Yang Yi didn’t speak.

“I remember. Let’s listen to the song! His Cantonese songs are pretty good.” Yang Yi nodded and smiled.

……

At Yang Huan’s place, Yang Huan and Xixi sat cross-legged on the sofa, facing each other. Yang Huan propped her face with her hands, and they locked gazes. Xixi mimicked her little aunt, supporting her small arms on her thighs and propping her face with her hands, trying to lift her eyes and lock gazes with her little aunt.

“Little aunt, I’m so bored… When will my Papa come back?” Xixi pouted, actually squeezing the words out with her palm, saying each word one by one.

“Your dad won’t be back so soon…” Yang Huan was still somewhat unconvinced in her heart. She felt she couldn’t just leave it like this and had to find a way to cheer up Xixi. Otherwise, she would be too embarrassed.

Suddenly, Yang Huan had an idea. She sat up straight, patted her thigh, made a loud “pah” sound through her pajamas, and said, “Xixi, I just remember! Aren’t you good at telling stories? You’ve mentioned before that you often tell stories to your friends at kindergarten!”

“Yes, little aunt, do you want me to tell you a story?” Xixi became interested, she blinked her big eyes and asked happily.

If the roles were reversed, Yang Huan would also be very willing to have Xixi tell her a story. She could just lie down comfortably and listen, why bother with so much effort!

But she was the adult, responsible for taking care of Xixi, not the other way around. If Xixi told her a story, how could Yang Huan face the world?

So, Yang Huan smiled and said, “That’s what I think! You tell a story, and then I’ll act it out!”

Only she could boast like that, having learned some basic acting skills from Guo Ziyiyi and Qin Wen. She dared to claim she knew how to act…

Xixi, however, believed her. Her little mouth rounded like a duck egg and she exclaimed, “Oh,” looking at her little aunt in surprise.

“Then we can play such a game, you tell the story, and then I act it out for you based on your story!” Yang Huan said cheerfully, “How about it, isn’t this a good idea?”

Xixi clapped her little hands happily and said, “Yes, yes! This sounds like so much fun!”

However, what story should she tell her little aunt?

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

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

“Wait, Xixi, you sit on the sofa and tell the story, and little aunt will perform down here,” Yang Huan lifted Xixi back up.

“Okay!” Xixi nodded and continued, “Her name was Little Xin, and Papa said she didn’t have a Mama, only a second Mama, and the second Mama wasn’t her real Mama and didn’t like her! She bullied Little Xin, and her two sisters made her do all the work, so pitiful.”

“‘Hmm, working!” Yang Huan found a cloth, wiped it left and right, even knell on the ground to wipe the floor.

“Hmm, Little Xin’s clothes often get very dirty, and she didn’t have nice clothes to wear,” Xixi continued.

“Clothes, I have no clothes to wear,” Yang Huan pretended to be pitiful, lying on the floor, wiping away her tears.

“Hehe, little aunt is so amazing!” Xixi clapped her little hands in applause and praised.

“Go on, continue!” Yang Huan was completely immersed in it.

Xixi scratched her little head, recalling what her father had said, and continued, “Then, Little Xin couldn’t even go dancing! Her second Mama and sisters all went dancing!”

“Why can’t I go dancing… sob, sob…” Yang Huan lay on the floor, reaching out with her hand, acting like she was crying.

Her performance was exaggerated and full of tension. If Guo Ziyi were to evaluate, he would praise her as a qualified theater actress.

Why not say she’s a qualified movie actor?

Because that would be too insincere. It was better to say she was acting in a play, trying to be exaggerated to make it more believable.

Why not just say she was not good at acting?

Of course, he couldn’t say that directly. He would get killed by Sister Huan!

Of course, Yang Huan’s exaggerated acting was still quite effective in front of Xixi. Xixi liked it and was giggling non-stop, amused by Yang Huan.