I work as a housekeeper in Guilou

Chapter 272 Killing a Certain Skeleton Immortal
Not to mention the logical errors and omissions in this drama, just the performance is so bad that even a blind person can't stand it.

What actor can only laugh and cry in one way, and even the curve of his eyebrows when he is angry is almost the same?

There is not a single sense of layering, it doesn't look like a real person, but more like a puppet.

Luckily, this was just a rehearsal and the lights were not turned off. If they had been, the scene would have been even more eerie.

Xia Qimiao was asked to leave the stage not long after she went on stage, because she, a fake blind person, did not fit in there.

She either "accidentally" stepped on the actor's foot or "unintentionally" knocked over another person.

Even if the boy with small eyes had a good temper, after this happened several times, he couldn't keep the smile on his face anymore.

Finally, he assigned the blind man the task of giving a speech after the drama. All he had to do was walk up to the stage, stand there and open his mouth.

In order to calm down this eager blind man and prevent him from disrupting the process, he pulled the man aside to chat.

"Why would a certain skeleton immortal change his name to Venerable Wanjian Wuliang? Because it would be easier to be targeted if he used his original name."

Being targeted?
Xia Qimiao recalled what the tattooed man had said about Yaoxian Village being renamed Yaoshan Village. He guessed it was because of the severe crackdown on feudal superstition.

She originally wanted to dig out the specific meaning of this name from the small-eyed boy. What if it was a metaphor for the other party's ability? Wouldn't that be information delivered to her for free?
It's a pity that this person couldn't explain it.

She asked him about the long ponytail again, and compared it with the information she had obtained. The school and address "she" mentioned were all false. The small-eyed man, a native of this world, had never heard of them.

"Brother, let me advise you, that's a man, don't be obsessed with a man, remember the important things."

Is this the kind of thing that two people would say to each other shortly after they met?
"But 'her' voice sounds like a very gentle girl."

"Look...oh, sorry you can't see it," the small-eyed man apologized as usual and immediately continued, "His walking posture is completely that of a man."

Is there such a thing?
"The angles of the bones in the lower body of men and women are different, so the way they walk is also different. It's like he's used to walking like a man, and it's so awkward for him to walk like a woman." "I have many years of experience as a director...of judging people. Believe me, the ones I picked here are all the best actors."

He is indeed the “best” actor. His facial expressions and movements are extremely precise, almost too mechanical.

However, he has many years of experience and was able to stage this terrible show because he is the director, not the screenwriter?
Suddenly, she reacted and smiled very gently: "Then in your eyes, how do blind people walk?"

"..." The man with small eyes paused, staring at the original direction without blinking, and then laughed, "Isn't this how you go?"

The opposing side, the fence-sitters, and the affirmative side, the elements of the camps here are quite complete.

Xia Qimiao smiled and said, "There will definitely be a good show tomorrow. I will seize the opportunity to give a speech and perform well."

"Then you should need some time to prepare, go back." The man with small eyes returned to the expression he had when they first met, a peaceful smile.

"Aren't you going to see me off?"

"I'm going to keep an eye on it here until tomorrow when the show is over so I can take you around."

"That's right," Xia Qimiao recalled the conversation they had just had, "We need to get down to business first."

She walked away, tapping her cane, the smile on her face fading, and she felt as if she had finally been connected.

I haven't written for a long time, so I'll start writing to get a feel for it, and resume the update frequency the day after tomorrow. Why the day after tomorrow? Because I have a full class tomorrow (who asked you).

Suddenly I remembered a little funny thing that I wanted to share a long time ago (? , when my driver was injured in a car accident, I considered voice input, but I couldn't say it at all.

Even though I type very fluently, my mouth can only make unsteady sounds like "ahhh", as if my brain is connected to my hands and I forgot to connect with my mouth.

Mouth: Then I leave?
But when I think about the fact that I am not good at speaking in real life, it is not difficult for me.