"Look at your clothes. Your father bought them for you yesterday. It has become like this in the morning. He will definitely scold you when you come back!" Mother Su said.
Su Cong said impatiently: "Clothes are inherently dirty when you wear them on your body. If they are dirty, you can just wash them off!"
"You still talk back, if you know about it, don't change it. When your father comes back, I'll tell him that you didn't wear this dress." Mother Su said dotingly, rubbing her son's hair.
"Understood." Su Cong said, and walked into the room.
Su Qiaoqiao was sweeping out the rubbish in the house at this moment, and made a pile together with the rubbish in the yard, and shoveled it into the trash can with the trash shovel.
After cleaning up, she put the broom and garbage shovel away neatly, clapped her hands and planned to go to the room to do homework.
Su's mother was checking her clothes in the yard, and suddenly she sternly shouted at Su Qiaoqiao: "Come here!"
Su Qiaoqiao reflexively showed fear when she was shouted.
"Didn't you hear me calling you here?" Mother Su said angrily.
Su Qiaoqiao stepped forward in small steps, but because of fear, she always stayed away from Mama Su.
Su's mother saw her look with disgust flashing in her eyes, and her voice became harsher, pointing to an oil spot on her clothes: "This clothes are hung out before washing, I let you eat and sleep well every day to let you Lazy?"
"That's not clean." Su Qiaoqiao whispered.
"If you can't wash it clean, use dish soap. If you don't wash it clean today, don't eat dinner." Mother Su took off the clothes and threw them on Su Qiaoqiao.
Su Qiaoqiao didn't dare to hide, the wet clothes and hangers slapped her face, she could only take the clothes carefully.
"Mom, can I wash it later? The teacher will check the homework in the afternoon." Su Qiaoqiao whispered.
"You're lazy and didn't do your homework for such a long time at noon, and you still have the face to tell me? Don't make excuses, and wash your brother's changed clothes for me!" Su's mother raised her voice and said angrily.
"Okay." Su Qiaoqiao whispered, took the clothes to the faucet, put them into the laundry tub, turned on the water, poured dish soap and began to rub the clothes.
Suddenly, a piece of clothing was thrown into the laundry tub, and the water and foam in the tub splashed, and Su Qiaoqiao was splashed with foam and water all over her face.
The other 14-year-old children were so wronged that they were crying at this time, but she wiped her face with her arms and continued to wash clothes.
It seems that he has long been used to being treated like this, and has become numb from the habit.
An Wen's acting was so good that everyone couldn't help feeling sorry for her.
"Cut!" Zhang Yigu shouted, "This one is over!"
An Wen's emotions are well grasped, and she works neatly, as if she is Su Qiaoqiao herself.
The old actors always want to overwhelm each other when they meet the new generation of actresses, and the performance of the two is unexpectedly perfect.
This is the effect Zhang Yigu wanted.
The first scene got off to a good start, and the scene was full of powerful people, all of whom were full of motivation, wanting to play with their skills.
An Wen's performance was unexpectedly strong, and everyone finally understood why Zhang Yigu directly chose her by default.
This role seemed to be tailor-made for An Wen.
In the subsequent plays, various powerful actors played wildly, and the gods fought on the spot, and the actors performed happily one by one.
They were happy, but Zhang Yigu frowned.
The actors are too focused on showmanship and emotional infection, and the results he wants are drifting away. He always takes a long time to tell the play.
Actors must master the personality and inner emotions of each character.
Therefore, although the acting skills are good, the progress is still slow.