Handicapped sketch "Father"

Main characters: father: Duan Jinsong plays the disabled son: disabled Liu Chou.

Appearance: Father collects waste products.

Father: (loudly) Collect newspapers, garbage bottles, chicken feathers and duck feathers, and have long braids. ......

Son: (coughing) ... Hey, hey. ...

Father: (turning around) Oh, it's ugly. What are you doing here?

Son: (angrily) What do you think I'm doing here?

Father: Oh (takes out 50 yuan money from him after waking up) Come and get it.

Son: I don't want it.

Father: Ugliness (embarrassment), are you too few? This is all dad's things today. Take it first, and dad will give it to you tomorrow.

Son: (throwing money on the ground) That one wants your money,

Father: (reprovingly) Ugly, you ...

Son: (loudly) I what I,

Father: Ugly, what are you doing!

Son: Do whatever I do! If you don't do good deeds, you will make a fool of yourself in one day.

Father: (self-reproach) I'm a fool, I'm a fool, I don't steal or rob, I don't do anything pan-legal, I work for a living, I lose people, I'm a fool. ...

Son: OK, 360. You're not doing well. Why do you just like collecting garbage? (Loudly) Scrap iron, scrap iron, just because I am a rag collector … a rag collector's son, no one looks up to me, no one cares about me, no one wants to make friends with me, no one wants to be with me, no one looks at me seriously …

Father: (soothingly) Ugly, it doesn't matter if others look down on us. We should look up to ourselves. ...

Son: (laughs) Hey, I respect myself. Am I worthy of myself?

Father: As long as one lives clean and healthy. ...

Son: Healthy and healthy, (sneers) Hey. I'm healthy, (slapping my broken leg) I'm healthy, I'm a disabled person, and I'm a disabled person who nobody loves and is useless.

Father: (righteously) Ugly, disabled people are also human beings. ...

Son: people, disabled people are people, disabled people are disabled people, who else can they be? You are also disabled. When I arrive in Chang one day, I will collect waste, waste, waste all the year round. (loudly) I will soon become a waste.

Father: Ugliness, it's all dad's fault, it's all dad's fault. ...

Son: useless, useless, just say useless, you can't do anything else.

Father: (embarrassed) What do you think I can do?

Son: What, what, I don't want you to do anything,

Father: I don't have to do anything. What shall we eat?

Son: Eat, eat, eat. You only know how to eat. You collect garbage. You only care about you. Have you ever thought about my feelings?

Father: I collect waste products in the hope that you can eat and wear well. Dad wants you to have a good life.

Son: Hey … I hope I have a good life. I hope I have a good life. How am I? I'm ... okay? Other people's children eat delicacies, wear gold and silver, have a house and a car, have whatever they want, what I have and nothing.

Father: Ugly, Dad will make you live a good life, and I will definitely make you happy.

Son: You, you can give me happiness. Both father and son are disabled. Will they be happy? Will a family that collects junk be happy? Can an unloved person be happy? (crying) I have no mother since I was a child. I haven't even met my mother. I don't know if I have a mother. Can a child without a mother be happy? Can you be happy? .

Father: Ugly, Dad is sorry. It's all my incompetence and uselessness.

Son: (catching dad) It's all your fault, it's all your fault, it's all because of you. Why did you give birth to me? Why am I your son? Why are we all disabled? Do I have a mother? Where is my mother? You are not my dear father. You don't deserve to be my father ... Did you kill my mother?

Father: (can't help slapping his son) You, you, you. ...

Son: (surprised) You … You hit me …

Father: You are outrageous. (Cough) You, you, you are going to piss me off ... (Cough gets worse)

Son: (holding dad forward) How can you get married? what happened to you ...

Father: (sadly) Ugly, Dad hit you, Dad hit you, Dad never hit you, I ... Ugly, you have grown up, it's time to tell you, alas, it's all that damn car accident.

Son: Car accident. ...

Father: That's why your mother died. ...

Son: My mother had an accident ...

Father: (painfully) Your mother ... her. ...

Son: (excitedly) What's the matter, mom ... my mother ... her?

Father: Your mother … she is because … you …

Son: Because of me? My mother is because ... I, what's wrong? Tell me quickly.

Father: Your mother … is here to save you …

Son: (surprised) Come and save me. ...

Father: (sighs) Well, I didn't want to tell you at first. I'm afraid you can't stand the blow. I have kept it in my heart for more than 20 years. I should tell you today. ...

Son: (sadly) Come on, Mom, she ... Mom. ...

Father: (sadly) It was a winter. You just turned two. Your mother and I will take you to your grandfather's house to pay New Year's greetings. The bus is going downhill. Suddenly, several huge stones rolled down the hillside and hit the bus. At the moment when the boulder fell, there was a scream from the car. Some people died on the spot, and some people were bleeding. Oh, that's terrible. ...

At that time, your mother … her lower body was firmly stuck, unable to move, covered in blood … She held you tightly in her arms, and you kept crying. Your mother shouted my name while trying to break the window and let me carry the child out. I told your mother to go out first, and she ... she said she couldn't move, shouting: Get the baby out, get the baby out, come on ... I'll take you out of your mother's arms, and your mother will push me out of the window desperately. Just as I was pushed out of the window, several huge stones slid down the hillside. You, you, your mother ... except you, I was hit by a boulder, and all 48 people in the car were killed. ...

Son: (crying) mom, mom ... dad, dad, why did you tell me now? Why didn't you tell me earlier, mom? ...

Father: (tears streaming down her face) Ugly, don't cry, don't cry. Mom doesn't want to see you cry. Your mother left too early and died miserably. Alas, why didn't God let me die first? Why didn't I die first? (Song: Father)

Son: (kneeling down and holding his father's leg, howling with pain) Dad, Dad, I won't let you die. I don't want you to die. Mom left for me. I'm sorry (kneeling) Dad, I was wrong. Dad, I was wrong. I was wrong ... forgive my father. I will be filial to you in the future. I will be good to you. I will take care of you all my life.

Dad: OK, OK, OK, ugly, don't cry, be good, don't cry, dad doesn't blame you, dad doesn't blame you, it's all dad's fault, it's all dad's fault. ...

Son: Dad, Dad ... It's my fault, it's my fault. I know you've done it for me all these years, all for me. You left early, collected junk, scrimped and saved, sent me to school and raised me wholeheartedly, all for me. I am disrespectful and unfilial. I'm not human.

Father: (gently) Ugly, don't blame yourself. I have a responsibility. Your mother is gone, and you are disabled. You have been self-respecting, introverted, quiet, withdrawn and unrestrained since childhood. No matter what you did wrong, I can't bear to hit you. I only hope that you will be obedient, promising and admitted to the university in the future.

Son: Dad, don't think too much. I will definitely listen to you in the future, work hard, earn money, buy a good house, marry a virtuous and filial daughter-in-law, give birth to a fat grandson for your old man, and make you happy, healthy and long-lived. Let us accompany you to enjoy your old age.

Father: Good, good, good and ugly, you can think like this. With this filial piety, my father will be satisfied. But, ugly, our legs are all disabled. You can't catch a cold and have a fever. As long as a person is physically and mentally disabled, determined and strong, we will certainly be able to do a career that everyone can do.

Son: Dad, don't worry, I won't let you down. I promise to show you my achievements. I'm sure I can do what I can usually do. I want to show you the elegance of our disabled people and show you the splendor of our disabled people. ...

Father: Good point. (Song: Grateful Heart) Now there are more and more well-meaning people in the society who care about helping us disabled people. We should establish the spirit of self-esteem, self-confidence, self-improvement and self-reliance, make achievements and repay the society.

Ugly, on behalf of all disabled friends, we two disabled people thank people from all walks of life for their understanding, respect, care and help. They all said with one voice: thank you, I wish all the good people in the world peace and happiness, thank you, thank you. /

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