Are there any stories suitable for sketches? Some are touching and some are humorous. Be brief.

Time: morning

Venue: Aunt Zhao's home

Character: Director, Aunt Zhao.

Plot:

In the morning, Aunt Zhao is busy preparing to find money to buy tofu. Suddenly, a man outside the door bumped into Aunt Zhao. 、

Director (camera on shoulder, information office): Your surname is Zhao, right? I came to see you.

Aunt Zhao (a little surprised): I came as soon as I got here. Why did I bring a gift?

Then he went to get the camera on the director's shoulder. The director dodged.

Aunt Zhao: Where are you from?

Director (politely): I'm from the TV station.

Aunt Zhao (curiously): What's your name?

Director: My surname is Hou. be in charge of/supervisor

Aunt Zhao (to herself): A director, too. Inverted master.

Director (quick explanation): It's the director.

Aunt Zhao (hurriedly asked): What is that? Pour tofu?

Director (at a loss): Pour tofu ... not tofu. What kind of feature film, TV series.

Aunt Zhao (if she realizes something): Oh, wait a minute. I'll buy tofu.

The director hurried to catch up and hold Aunt Zhao.

Director: We're just here to make a movie for you.

Aunt Zhao (puzzled): Shoot me?

Director: Your son caught a bad guy a few days ago and made great contributions to the people.

Aunt Zhao (disapprovingly): Then go to their factory to find him!

Director (quickly declined): No, you are the hero's mother now. The feature film we shot was broadcast on March 3rd and 8th, Women's Day. We want to shoot you.

Aunt Zhao (embarrassedly): What are you talking about? How old are you? You're still making TV movies and making people laugh.

Director (please pull Aunt Zhao to sit down): You're welcome. Let me tell you what our director thinks.

Aunt Zhao (puzzled): A dog?

Director (busy explaining): it's not a dog, it's a thought.

Aunt Zhao: Oh!

Director: The name of our feature film is "A Day of Hero Mother"

Aunt Zhao (shaking her head): No, no, that won't do. How much time a day! If you don't buy that tofu in the morning, it will be gone in the afternoon.

Director (a little anxious): It's not your day, it's your day.

Aunt Zhao (a little understood): Oh, I have calculated that 60 cents is enough.

Aunt (bored): I won't do it!

Say, open the folder and read it with relish. Aunt didn't care either. She searched everywhere before she found the basin under the director's feet. Aunt picked it up and was about to take it away. The director quickly stopped her.

Director: Do you understand?

Aunt (without thinking): I understand!

Suddenly, Aunt (looks up): What did you say?

The director is really anxious and angry. He is worried that he can't finish the task. He is angry because his aunt is so stupid.

Director (straight to the point): Let's play the first thing the hero mother does in the morning.

Director: Aunt, what's the first thing you do in the morning?

Aunt (casually): That's very busy. Buy cut tofu.

Director (in a hurry): What's the first thing you do when you get up? You can say whatever you want.

Aunt could say anything at once and laughed.

Aunt (speaking softly to the director's ear): Go to the toilet.

Director (surprised): You can't say that.

Aunt (puzzling): Didn't you tell me to say anything casually? Why can't I say it now? Should I say it? Still won't let me talk?

Director (impatient): Forget it, forget it, aunt, what can you do?

Aunt (proudly): That's easy. I can sing plays.

Director (doubtfully): Really?

Aunt (proudly): I can sing "Stars Last Night".

Seeing the aunt's hands and feet, the director took pictures with great interest. It was not bad at first, but then I sang Huangmei opera and bent down to put on a dance shelf. The director was knocked down by her.

Aunt (scratching her head): Oh, I forgot my words!

Director (stands up helplessly): OK, let's play with how a heroic mother teaches her children.

Aunt (proudly): I can teach children.

Director (happily): OK, let's shoot the part where you teach the children.

Aunt (pretending to be angry): Go to sleep quickly, or the old witch will come!

Director (covering aunt's mouth): I can't say this. You can't talk about superstition, but talk about something meaningful, such as Sima Guang's broken jar.

Aunt: Oh!

The director then taught the aunt to tell stories, but when she taught the sentence "Sima Guang smashed the jar", the aunt always said "Sima Guang smashed the lamp", which made the director angry to death.

Director (angrily): It was Sima Guang who smashed the jar.

Aunt (word for word): Sima Guang smashed the lamp.

Several times in succession, my aunt made a mistake between the cylinder and the lamp.

Director (I don't know what to do, I can only be patient): Tell Sima Guang to smash the jar.

Aunt also (patting her head): "Sima Gang is all screwed up.

Director (angrily): "Sima Guang smashed the lamp.

Aunt (gloating and quickly correcting): Hey! No, you are wrong.

The director touched his head and felt very strange. How could he be wrong? But auntie said it again, and auntie was wrong.

Aunt really didn't want to shoot any more, so she had a brainwave.

Aunt (covering her chest and pretending to be in pain): Oh, no, I have a heart attack again.

The director is in a hurry, go and find medicine.

Aunt (picking up the basin): I have to call a car to buy tofu.