Chapter 1589 Youth and Country: Traveling with the whole class (1)
Jinyuan City.
It was time for school to end at this time, and several teenagers of fifteen or sixteen years old quickly crossed the street with schoolbags on their backs and ran into the old streets and alleys.
The alley is paved with bluestone slabs, mottled moss crawls on the stone slabs, and a sense of simplicity comes to your face.
The teenagers stopped in an open space at the end of the alley, gasped and opened their schoolbags, and took out several sets of yellow leather clothes.
"Quick, quick, let's stand and take a picture first, then put on these clothes, and then take a picture of the one walking over there..."
"Jiang Chen, what kind of clothes are these? Why are they so ugly?"
"You don't even know this? Don't you often see the costumes of Dongdao people on TV? I specially rented them from the film and television base."
The young man named Jiang Chen was playing with his mobile phone and said excitedly: "Let's shoot a cross-dressing video in Dongdao costume. It's very popular on the Internet recently, the northern wolf kind, you know? Let's get another saber.
The gesture must be very majestic. If you edit it and put it online, it will be outrageous and unacceptable!"
"Ah? The history books say that the Dongdao people have done many evil things in our country and have a feud with us. They have harmed many of our people by wearing these clothes. We wear their clothes to show their majesty. This
Isn’t it good? Why don’t you change into other clothes? I think Hanfu is pretty good..."
"What's so good about taking pictures of Hanfu? They've already been photographed badly. Even if we filmed it, it wouldn't be popular. Moreover, history may not be true. If those Dongdao people were so ruthless, all of us would have died long ago.
, where are we left?”
"No, the history teacher said..."
Jiang Chen had an impatient look on his face, "Sun Jing'an, are you going to take a picture or not? If not, just leave. If you want to take a picture, don't be so nagging."
Sun Jing'an fell silent, "shoot, I'll shoot..."
Jiang Chen and Sun Jing'an are all classmates in the same class. They are the kind of students who sit at the back of the class and are the type of students who give the teacher the most headache. They sneer at the idea that studying can change their destiny and have no interest in it. They just want to
Make a lot of money being an internet celebrity.
So they began to imitate those Internet celebrities who made short videos. Anyway, in this era, as long as you stand on the wind, a pig can be blown up to the sky.
They firmly believe that as long as their videos are good and become popular on the Internet, they will no longer have to go to school, their families will be proud of them, and their classmates will envy them.
So a few people found a place to shoot a video after school every day. The content of the video was nothing more than a group of spirited young men wearing ripped jeans and carrying big knives, singing about society and various road rolling.
Can't catch fire.
Recently, they are planning to transform, and decided to follow the trend and shoot various cross-dressing videos, and they also want to shoot the kind that no one else has ever shot. They are unique and will become popular sooner or later.
At this moment, Jiang Chen put his phone on the stand, took a video of himself wearing school uniform, and wiped his temples coolly.
Then a group of people immediately put on rented yellow leather clothes and held plastic sabers.
Jiang Chen shouted: "Brothers, get ready and fight for it again!"
As a result, several teenagers were walking and drawing their sabers, trying to pull them out handsomely, when the piercing horn sound suddenly sounded in the alley.
"Wocao, what is this sound?"
The sound came from far to near, directly hitting the eardrums, shaking the bodies of several young people to bounce violently.
They immediately turned their heads and looked over, and saw an old man with gray hair standing upright on the steps not far away, holding a horn with one hand on his hips and the other, blowing very hard, and his face was filled with red light.
The faces of the teenagers who were interrupted from filming turned green and were about to curse when they saw the old man put the horn on his waist, took off a wooden stick hanging on his shoulder and rushed over.
"Charge! Charge! Destroy the enemy and return our country to me!"
He obviously looked so old that his legs and feet were weak, but when he rushed over, he had an aura that was like breaking a bamboo and they were all killed together. Several teenagers were frightened by him, and they didn't react until he was poked by his stick.
But it was too late. The old man was very skillful in poking with the stick. Every time he poked his vitals, it hurt like hell.
Boys, "..."
If this was not a stick but a knife, they would have been dug into a hornet's nest long ago!
A group of teenagers scurried away, "Wocao, where did this crazy old man come from? Get out of here..."
"Damn it hurts me so much!"
Jiang Chen screamed, and when he saw Sun Jing'an cowering aside, he shouted loudly: "Sun Jing'an, what are you doing! Get this crazy old man away!"
Sun Jing'an was a little timid, "He, he is so powerful..."
The old man's eyes were cloudy but unusually firm and sharp. He was holding a stick and even took out a bayonet. He was just like a soldier who had actually experienced a bloody battlefield. Just looking at him made people's legs and feet weak and they didn't dare to get close.
"And he's so old, I don't dare push him..."
Nowadays, it is impossible for an elderly person to easily push something away. If something goes wrong, he won’t be able to afford the compensation.
Jiang Chen was so angry at Sun Jing'an's cowardice that he whined, ignoring the pain on his body, and suddenly rushed towards the old man, grabbed the old man's stick, "You all come here and help!"
A group of teenagers gathered around him and grabbed the old man's stick.
The old man was getting old after all, and he was exhausted after a few moments. His stick and horn were taken away, but he still spoke loudly and harshly.
"The head may be severed and the blood may bleed, but we descendants of Yan and Huang will not surrender until we die!"
Then he picked up a brick from the ground and threw it at his head.
A group of teenagers were stunned, but Jiang Chen reacted quickly and slapped the brick away from the old man's hand.
But this time his hands were numb with pain, and he jumped up and down holding his hands.
"Made, it hurts me to death!"
They just wanted to make a short video, but they didn't expect that there was someone here who could act better than them. Ban Zhuan just said hello to his forehead, without any ambiguity.
Jiang Chen was furious, "Old man! You've overacted!"
A lot of people no longer smoke dry cigarettes at home, but they still come here to compete with young people for traffic? Isn’t that excessive?
But the old man was still trying to attack several teenagers, and the hatred in his eyes was as if the teenagers had killed him all over the house.
The teenagers had no choice but to keep him pinned to the ground.
"Brother Chen, I know this old man. He is a lunatic. He has been like this since I can remember. He goes around blowing the horn all day long. He is not normal at all."
But the problem is, although he blows the trumpet randomly to disturb the people, this is the first time he has gone crazy and attacked people, which is very scary.
"What should we do now, Brother Chen?"
While they were talking, the young men couldn't hold the old man down anymore. The old man stood up again, shook his shoulders, and began to fight to the death with the young men.
