Soldiers have sketches or cross talks. The soldier sang a few words and then walked around. That's cross talk. Yes

My son appeared (singing a beautiful Chinese song).

Son: I have a little back recently, a little back, especially back! Ahem, especially back! I seem to have met a ghost during the day (stop) ... I shouted when I saw the lottery ticket on the road, touched 500 yuan and touched a bottle of mineral water!

Son: Bad luck. Let's go home for dinner. Go home. (Knocking on the door with your mouth) Bang bang! Oh, my God, your son is back.

Mother: I'm coming.

Son: Open the door quickly.

Mother: Gee, what are you doing back so early?

Son: I'm so early ...

Mother: Hmm.

Son: I'm back for dinner, old lady.

Mother: Eat?

Son: Ah.

Mom: Oh, there is nothing to eat at home. Go to the vegetable market to buy some food.

Son: Oh, why don't you buy something to eat? Ok, go and buy some food. (Mother closes the door, son turns to leave) Recently, I bought some ... Oh, no! My father died a long time ago. My mother thinks I'm late every day. Why do you suddenly think I'm early today? Is there a ghost here? No, I can't let her talk to strangers. Let me open the door first. (Looking back) Bang Bang, I'm sorry, open the door. If I don't open the door, I will ... I will really ... (making a gesture of kicking the door) I will open the door with my own key. (making the sound of opening the door)

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Mother: Oh, didn't you buy anything to eat? Son: I don't need to buy food, do I?

Mother: I said there was no food at home.

Son: Does this family have cauliflower?

Mother: Broccoli?

Son: Let me see what you have hidden. Let me see what you're hiding. I ...

Mom: Hey hey!

Son: Go away.

Mother: Ouch! This, this, this ...

Son: Is there anyone in the room? Get out, or I'll let a mad dog bite you out if you don't come out again.

Uncle Zhao: Hey, hey, don't let the dog go, don't let the dog go! I'm out! I'm out!

Son: It turned out to be an old bachelor, who fried fried fritters in our alley all his life. Jianghu people call him "Zhao Youtiao"!

Uncle Zhao: Young Master!

Son: How dare you, you!

Uncle Zhao: I'm as timid as a mouse.

Son: I always thought you were timid. I didn't expect your courage to be as thick as your fried dough sticks! How dare you come to my house in broad daylight to flirt with my mother!

Uncle Zhao: Hey, you can't talk nonsense.

Mother: Oh, I have to explain this.

Son: What do you explain? What do you explain? You ... you ... (turning to mother) Oh, my mother, my father died young, and his bones are not cold!

Uncle Zhao: Haven't you been cold for more than ten years?

Son: It's not cold! I know you have ulterior motives for my mother, and you are going to move. If I didn't arrive in time today, in case you two ... did something irreparable, how could you fail my father's soul? How can you disappoint my fragile heart?

Uncle Zhao: gnome male-",you are too fragile! There is nothing wrong with your mother. In order not to break your heart, she has been close to me. For more than ten years, I have been suffering in pain!

Son: You should jump into the oil pan and suffer.

Uncle Zhao: Well, it doesn't matter what you do to me. You should be filial to your mother.

Son: Do you need to say that? Won't I be filial to my mother? (to mother) I am a disappointing old lady. It's not that I won't let you get married. With the existing conditions in your family, you should at least marry a university professor and departmental level cadre. The worst should be Li Ka-shing's younger brother, Bill Gates's uncle and Beckham's grandfather. ...

Uncle Zhao: Are you going to marry your mother or sell her?

Mother: Then you or Uncle Zhao have many advantages! (Uncle Zhao is smug)

Son: I think he has a lot of oil on him.

Mother: First of all, he is honest.

Son: Aren't you talking nonsense? He is a fritter man. If it weren't for his honesty, his fritters stand would have been occupied by others.

Mother: Second, he is diligent.

Son: Of course, he is an old bachelor. He is not diligent. Who can support him?

Mother: Besides, he also has a skill (making fried dough sticks).

Son: Hey, old lady, is this also called technology? This guy's only skill is that he has never been caught by urban management in his life!

Uncle Zhao: (pointing to his son) You ...

Mother: After all these years, only he loves me the most! Son: Oh, nothing more than two free fried dough sticks every day!

Uncle Zhao: Well, there is also a bowl of soybean milk.

Son: It adds up to less than fifty cents.

Mother: Gee, that's all his money.

Son: Oh, old lady, if you marry him, I will die for you!

Mother: Oh, you can't die, you can't die! Uncle Zhao: Come on, come on, don't scare me with that stupid thing, and I won't ask you to be sloppy again. I'm leaving.

Son: OK, OK, if you leave Yongyun, don't step into our house again.

Uncle Zhao: Grandpa.

Mother: Alas!

Uncle Zhao: Then I'll go!

Mother: Uncle, it seems that we have no chance in this life, so we can only wait for the afterlife!

Son: God, I'm in my teens. Pay attention to the influence.

Mother: Just give it to someone else.

Uncle Zhao: OK.

Son: Hehe, Zhao Youtiao, more and more overseas, made a promise, huh? What oath? Take it out and let me have a look.

Uncle Zhao: A lottery ticket.

Son: Oh, I thought ... Did you win the lottery?

Uncle Zhao: Correct.

Son: What did you win?

Mother: Ah, a bag of washing powder!

Son: Ouch, my old lady, when your old man opens his mouth, it seems that there is no class. You promised a bag of washing powder?

Uncle Zhao: Well, the first one won a bag of washing powder ...

Son: (hurriedly asked) What about the second one?

Uncle Zhao: I won a million dollars.

Son: Hey, hey, listen ... What did you win?

Uncle Zhao: One million.

Son: One million, one million! ! ! ! ! ! Mother: Oh, help, help! (Uncle Zhao once helped his son)

Mother: Oh, I told you not to tell him. He just can't hear this. This is how his father died!

Uncle Zhao: Is it still hereditary?

Mother: Oh, no, pinch, pinch!

Uncle Zhao: OK, pinch people, pinch people. (among those who pinch their son hard)

Son: (sits up) Dad. (Uncle Zhao is frightened. His son stood up and went straight to Uncle Zhao. Uncle Zhao is afraid. )

Uncle Zhao: gnome male-",don't come, don't come. Who do you call dad?

Son: Whoever has a million dollars is my father.

Uncle Zhao: Well, you are too realistic.

Son: Shit, get married quickly.

Mother: Ouch, you piss me off.

Son: You can be angry with me, not with the million dollars! It's not that I don't want you two to get married. I just want to see how much you two love each other.

Uncle Zhao: Oh, what's the use of my deep love? I'm not a university professor!

Son: Alas, university professors don't have the skills of your old man.

Mother: Aha, he is not a department-level cadre.

Son: (wringing his fingers to earn some money) departmental level cadres are not as lucky as him.

Uncle Zhao: I'm not Li Ka-shing's younger brother, Bill Gates's uncle and Beckham's grandfather. ...

Son: You are my ancestor.

Uncle Zhao: Ouch! (Pointing at his son, unable to speak)

Mother: You said that his only skill is that he has not been caught by the urban management.

Son: Oh, my mother, if you don't marry him today, how can you live up to my father's soul? If you don't marry him, I will die for you.

Mother: I am going to die again.

Son: I'm worried sick.

Uncle Zhao: Ah ah, forget it, forget it. There's no need to do this. Well, since you have no problem with this matter, (son: right) then your mother and I will. ...

Son: Get married quickly.

Uncle Zhao: Oh, grandpa, it seems that money has a big face.

Mother: Oh, what money is not money, my son, sometimes he is reasonable, well, his uncle, (Uncle Zhao: Hey! ) I think since I lost the lottery ticket, I'll forget it! Uncle Zhao: Right, right, right. What is this 1 million? Uncle Zhao: Exactly! How can we become a family ... (Uncle Zhao agreed, and then my son came over and stopped my mother) Round and round, peaceful and harmonious (Uncle Zhao agreed)

Son: Hey, hey, wait … wait a minute! (loudly interrupting mother) Wait a minute! Well, the more I listen, the more confused I am. Mom, what do you mean, forget it?

Mother: Oh, son, didn't your uncle win a million dollars?

Son: One million?

Mother: As soon as he was happy, he jumped in the same place three times, winning the lottery. (Son: How about it? ) lost! ! ! (The son asked Uncle Zhao with an expression of being hit to the extreme, and Uncle Zhao also reluctantly extended his hand. )

Son: (pointing to Uncle Zhao) Get out! Go back and fry your fritters!

Uncle Zhao: What about me and your mother?

Son: You are dreaming! You toad want to eat swan meat, and get out of my face at once.

Uncle Zhao: OK, I'll disappear. Before I disappear, I will say one last word to your mother. (Pushing my son away from his mother) Grandpa, although I lost my lottery ticket, (Mom: Hmm), I didn't lose it far. I bent down and picked it up again.

Mom: Ouch, aha, I picked it up again!

Son: (hurriedly hug uncle Zhao's arm and shout) Dad!

Uncle Zhao: (scared, hurry away, I didn't expect my son to hug me too tightly) Don't call me dad!

Son: You are my father!

Uncle Zhao: I want to disappear! Son: You can't disappear! ) I want to disappear! Son: You can't disappear! ) I disappear, I disappear! (talking and dragging his son away)

Son: (Stop) Wait a minute, are you two making fun of me here?

Uncle Zhao: Who made fun of you?

Son: What million lottery tickets? I have lived for decades. Only heard of it, never seen it.

Uncle Zhao: Hehe, I still don't believe it! Look at that. (takes out the lottery ticket from his trouser pocket and hands it over. Mom stopped it, but it was still one step away. My son grabbed the lottery ticket. )

Son: (looking at the lottery) This is my real father! Oh, it's providence. (He said, living outside. )

Mother: Hey, where are you going?

Uncle Zhao: What are you doing?

Son: I'm going out for a while and I'll be right back.

Uncle Zhao: Hey, no, no, no ...

Son: You two get married quickly! Oh, by the way, I lost my temper before I got married when I came back! (talking and running)

Uncle Zhao: Oh, you are hopeless!

Mother: What can I do? I am speechless, too.

Uncle Zhao: I don't know. I just left.

Mother: So what you mean is? ...

Uncle Zhao: elope!

Mother: Oh, my God, where did you elope? Oh, I'm running. The problem is that I eat fried dough sticks every day. I'm afraid I can't run far!

Uncle Zhao: Nothing. We don't need fried dough sticks in the future. I still have a lottery ticket!

Mother: Lottery? You didn't give it to him So his ...

Uncle Zhao: A bag of washing powder!

Mother: Ah, but we have already left. What about my son?

Uncle Zhao: He is hopeless. What do you want him to do? Mother: Well, uncle, shall we go?

Uncle Zhao: Hey, let's go! (Both of them are happy)