Experts, help me find a funny stage play (drama) with 8-9 characters in about 10 minutes.

Jia Jiaqin: What did summer give you? Is the storm rushing by, is the scorching sun never fading, or is the cicada chirping incessantly? In short, summer is monotonous, but this summer will be an exception, because of love. It was love that brought a teenager back from confusion, and it was love that opened his heart. So what kind of teenager is he? What happened to him? Next, please enjoy the stage play Summer Love.

Performer: Luo Xiangxing Sun Guo Yuliang Chen Furong

Script Author: Chen Furong

Content: One summer afternoon, a teenager was scolded by his mother because he got 48 points in the chemistry exam. At this time, I became angry and took these books and papers to the river in Jiaocheng to lose my temper.

Teenager: I thought I was wise all my life and oppressed by your broken paper. Today I'm going to give you a lesson to see who destroys who. (The teenager is emotionally stable after venting, sitting on the bench, rubbing his sprained foot, ouch). Sigh, sigh, cry. At this time, an old fisherman came and walked to the thrown book, and slowly bent down to pick it up on the spot.

Old man: (with a smug expression, while picking it up) Not bad. These unwanted books can fetch a few dollars. As he spoke, he went to the crumpled paper that was still on the ground and tried to pick it up.

Teenager: (suddenly coming to my senses, I can't take care of my foot pain, so I quickly jumped up from the stool and jumped on one foot to grab the paper) What are you doing? Who told you to touch my things? what happened to you

Old man: (he has picked up the paper and opened it to avoid the teenager) Hey, don't copy it ... It's only 48 points, as if he failed?

Teenager: (short of breath) nonsense, by the way, it's none of your business! You, you, you give me my paper back quickly and my book back by the way. (Reaching out to the old man for paper and books)

Old man: (serious) Stop, stop, stop, you said this is your book, but why did I find these books on the ground? What makes you say this is yours?

Teenager: (starts to be anxious) Why are you so unreasonable? This is obviously my book with my class and name written on it. My name is Luo Fei, and I come from Class 7, Grade 2. Look it up for yourself.

Old man: (opening the book) So many words, but what can it represent? You threw away the book, which means you don't want to study any more. What about these books? You threw it away and I picked it up. It's mine.

Teenager: (hurriedly chasing) You old man, stop. Who said I don't want to study? You guys ... (In desperation, I twisted my other foot and fell to the ground) Oh, oh, oh, that's too much, stop!

Old man: (looking back) What did you say just now? Do you still want to study? It's hard! A lot of pressure! (Laughter)

Teenager: It's not difficult! I can overcome it! (said angrily)

Old man: If you throw away the book, anyone can prove it right (to the audience).

Teenager: (arguing fiercely) Who said I threw away the book? I just felt that the book had been in my schoolbag for too long, and I was afraid of getting wet, so I took it out and dried it.

Old man: (looking up to the sky to print books? ) It's dusk. Do you print books?

Teenager: I like the sunset. I like to bask in the sun at this time. Do you care? (Angry)

Old man: By the way, in that case, I will return the book to you. You still don't want this 48-point paper.

Teenager: Of course, that's my stuff.

Old man: Alas, it's 48 points. What a shame. Throw it away lest others see it.

Teenager: For what? Give me my paper back quickly. Haven't you heard that failure is the mother of success? What's it to you that I'm not ashamed? What makes you say I'm a disgrace! Give me my paper back quickly.

Old man: Oh, I see. I'll pay you back.

Teenager: (tugging) Why am I so unlucky to meet such a crazy old man?

Old man: Crazy old man? Me? Okay, okay, I won't argue with you. By the way, boy, let me ask you a few more questions. Do you want to sit on the ground and bask in the sun?

Teenager: (more angry) Can't you see that I sprained both my feet? Is there such a problem? No sympathy at all.

Old man: Well, didn't you just call me a crazy old man? If you are so capable, then find your own way. (I want to go)

Teenager: Old man, I was in a hurry to talk nonsense just now, but who asked you to sell my book? (Say that finish, hold your feet, alas, alas ...).

Old man: (after a few steps) Suddenly turned around and went back to the teenager. You son of a bitch (helping a teenager)

Teenager: (It hurts) Ouch … Cry. (Looking at the old man with surprised eyes)

Old man: (helping the boy to the bench and reaching out to rub his feet) Why are you so careless, boy?

Teenager: (full of shame) old man, alas, alas ... you just said ... don't take it amiss.

Old man: (pulling hard)

Teenager: Oh, my God! (Screaming)

Old man: OK, give it a try.

Teenager: (feet moving, standing on the ground, jumping happily) Alas ... well, I can't see how many times you have left. Thank you.

Old man: You're welcome. Don't call me crazy old man next time.

At this time, the old man and the teenager are sitting on the bench. The teenager's mother, father, classmates and teacher Yu have been looking for it for a long time. It was getting dark, and the teenagers and the people they found went home in the afterglow.

Classmate: Uncle and Aunt Luo Fei, look at Luo Fei over there (at this moment, the teenager is going to collect books and go home).

Teenager: Dad, Mom, Teacher Yu and Li Jie, why are you here?

Mom: Son, it's all mom's fault. It hurt you.

Teenager: Mom doesn't hurt.

Teacher Yu: Why are you so ignorant? I heard that you have disappeared, and I have been looking for you everywhere. Well, now that I finally found you, I should go home. Mom and dad shake hands with teacher Yu and say "thank you" at the same time.

Li Jie: You boy, fortunately, I remember you being here. Otherwise, I don't know how long you will look for it. In that case, I should go, too.

(After a brief conversation between the old man and the teacher, the three of them set off together. ) at this time, my mother's stomach trouble was made again.

Teenager: Mom, I'm sorry. What happened?

Dad: Not because I'm looking for you. I haven't had dinner yet. Stomach trouble again.

Teenager: Mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong.

Mom: That's all right, son. Let's go home.

At this time, the teenager and his father helped his mother embark on the road of peace of mind and happiness. It's dark.