Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

The night passed, seemingly calm, but only the audience in front of the screen knew how many people had died.

They watched carefully and saw many of the chosen ones walking towards the backyard as if they were possessed by the sound of the play, following the sound.

After a while, the screen went black.

Among them, the hardest-hit area is the chosen one who has the status of "guest". The backyard of the theater is in the wilderness in the middle of the night. The sound insulation effect of the car is not as good as that of the room, so it is easy to fall victim to the trap.

"Weird, so weird."

"The rules clearly say that no one will perform opera in the middle of the night, but the backyard is full of opera."

"Maybe the rule is right, it just says no one sings."

"Damn it, I understand, it turns out that the opera singer is Gui."

……

In the early morning, Xu Ye got up and washed up.

It stands to reason that after a night, anything on your face should be rubbed off.

Xu Ye looked in the mirror,

No.

That layer of white paint seems to be welded to the face, and it is more docile than yesterday.

Xu Ye took a handful of water and slapped it on his face. A small part of the white paint was barely washed away, but more of it was still stained on it.

He refused to accept it, took out a steel wool ball from his backpack, rubbed it vigorously, and finally exposed the skin underneath.

Everyone around looked at him strangely, because everyone's face was painted with a layer of white paint, and they all looked like they were used to it.

Xu Ye's vigorous scrubbing action seemed abnormal.

When Xu Ye finally scrubbed off all the white paint, a strong, scrutinizing gaze fell on him.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be so obvious.

It can be said that Xu Ye's current perception is as if someone was taking pictures with a camera next to him, and the flash was shining on his face.

Can you not notice it?

Xu Ye was speechless. He walked to the mirror next to him and wiped the white paint on his face again before the sight disappeared.

However, the newly applied oil paint is obviously not as strong as yesterday, and can be wiped off with water.

Xiaoli walked to the side and stared at Xu Ye curiously: "Why do you have to wash it? It's so troublesome to repaint it. Isn't it more convenient to leave it on the face?"

Xu Ye: "Because my brother loves to be clean."

The girl pointed at herself: "Then Xiaoli doesn't wash, is it because Xiaoli doesn't like to be clean every day?"

Xu Ye nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

There was still no breakfast, Xu Ye took out a few candies, and after eating, the two of them walked towards the backstage of the theater troupe.

He inquired yesterday that in this theater, only actors are entitled to three meals a day, while people like them who work hard can only have one meal at noon.

If you don't want to eat cakes and are afraid of losing energy at work, you can only think of other ways.

The barrage asked: "Why do you have to go backstage when there is obviously food in Boss Xu Ye's space?"

"Maybe it's because it's too easy to get your own food and you can't experience the fun of the dungeon?"

"This is the difference between me and Mr. Xu Ye. People like me, who are afraid of society, would rather die alone in the backyard than trouble others."

Xu Ye took Xiaoli into the backstage, where a group of exceptionally handsome people were eating.

The food here is piled up in piles, all served in basins, and plate after plate is distributed to everyone's bowl.

However, although there was a lot of food, each person could only eat two cucumbers and a few slices of green vegetables.

Xu Ye saw someone taking a steamed bun, breaking it in half, then breaking it again, and then breaking it again until the remaining portion was as big as the palm of his hand, and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.

He chewed this small piece of steamed bun for about a hundred times, and when it was finally swallowed into his stomach, the actor was still not satisfied. But he started to cover his head and wave his hands:

"Ouch, no, I ate too much to hold on."

Xu Ye: "..."

Why are you covering your head with your stomach stretched out?

The torn buns were thrown on the ground casually.

Fortunately, Xu Ye ate last night, otherwise he would have suspected that he would have to lie down to pick up something if he was still hungry.

Damn, it's a waste of food.

Xu Ye walked up and asked the little brother who was preparing the meal, "What should I do if they can't finish eating?"

"Bring it to the martial arts students."

Not only the role of Hua Dan is sung, but there are also Wu Sheng, Qing Yi, Xiao Sheng and so on.

Wu Sheng stands on the stage and plays with weapons. He can do somersaults and throw spears, which makes him look majestic.

Qing Yi is a relatively dignified and stable female character. She doesn't have much movement and mainly relies on singing the entire song with one voice.

Xiaosheng is similar to scholars. Most of them carry a fan or a hat. They are very polite.

However, none of these are as eye-catching as Hua Dan.

Hua Dan is young, beautiful, dances gracefully, and has a moving voice. She is a character who combines the advantages of everyone.

Therefore, when the food comes out, it will be served to the actresses first, and then it will be given to other actors when these people are full.

It's really hierarchical.

"Can't you share some with me? They can't finish it."

"Bah, what are you thinking about?" The boy who was serving food turned around and saw the waiter's clothes on Xu Ye, and immediately curled his lips in disgust: "You are worthy of eating these things."

"The things that the actors put into their mouths are carefully selected and are of the finest quality. It's beyond the imagination of a little waiter like you."

This is probably a matter of class, not just in theaters, but in most places in ancient times.

Rich people have exquisite clothing, food, housing and transportation, and have their own unique style.

For example, when eating vegetables, only eat the middle cabbage. Only eat the thickest yellow part of crabs, and throw away the rest.

Even though they knew it was extravagant and wasteful, I asked them to restrain themselves or give evenly to the poor, but that didn't work.

They would rather turn these things into swill and throw them into the smelly ditch at the back door.

Do not ask,

The purpose of asking is to use this to highlight the status levels of different people.

As a result, the gap between rich and poor in the entire society is getting wider and wider. The poor hate the rich, and the rich look down on the poor.

When poor people get a chance, they will do whatever it takes to climb up. When they reach that position, they immediately place themselves in the circle of rich people and draw a clear line with the past.

Xu Ye stood aside and watched eagerly, while Xiaoli swallowed.

Suddenly, a little maid walked out of a separate room at the back, carrying food and came to Xu Ye and his wife.

"Eat."

Xiaoli lowered her head, grabbed the corner of her clothes, and muttered: "No, no need."

"Eat." The maid said again: "We, Dieyi, are kind-hearted and reward you."

"it is good."

Xiaoli grabbed the steamed bun and stuffed it into her mouth. Seeing that she had really eaten it, the little maid left the food for the two of them, returned to the door of the room, opened the curtain, and got in.

From the beginning to the end, I never saw the true appearance of the person named Dieyi, making it all mysterious.

Xu Ye was curious: "What kind of person is Die Yi? I really want to meet him."

He turned around and saw Xiaoli eating chicken legs.

But Xu Ye felt that her expression was depressed and she was not as happy to get something as she was yesterday.

Xu Ye himself was very happy. After all, he was eating from others without spending any money.

Barrage: "Do you think it's strange that chicken drumsticks are a food that only female celebrities can eat? Logically speaking, waiters are not qualified to do so."

"Yes, Xiaoli could tell with one bite yesterday that Xu Ye's chicken drumsticks were not made in the kitchen."

"Shocked, I actually have a brain. It must be because I ate too many pig brains while making hot pot yesterday."