"The cloud pressure is very low, and heavy rain is about to fall." Or, "One moment, the sky is clear, and the next moment, thunder and lightning are roaring, and the rain is pouring."
These are common sentence patterns in novels that use scenes to describe people to set off rhetoric.
Whenever there are low clouds or thunder, something is bound to happen.
I wonder if he will encounter several classic opening scenes in novels today...
"Help, please, I know I was wrong, don't fight again. I really don't dare to fight next time, I don't dare anymore, please."
……scene.
Before his prophecy was over, things were already happening before his eyes.
In a street that is much more remote than the street in front.
A thin boy wearing blue clothes was squatting in the corner with his head in his hands and his face covered in bruises. His hair was covered with mud, rain and sewage. The thick glasses on the bridge of his nose were broken. The resin residue was scratched.
Blood flowed out from the broken cheek.
The two eyes were swollen and bulging, covered with purple color, and the blood vessels were clearly visible.
The boy's clothes were already wrinkled and stained with blood, sewage, and yellow urine, making him extremely miserable.
Amidst the punches and kicks from a bunch of people, I protected my head with both hands, trying not to be hit in the face again and to be further humiliated.
Surrounding the boy were several men with crew cuts and cold and sinister faces. They all had angry and sinister expressions on their faces, and the scars or burns on their faces made it obvious at first glance.
I feel like these people are not easy to deal with.
They ignored the boy's begging for mercy and pulled his head out and slapped him again and again.
The boy burst into tears, his face covered with mucus, tears and nosebleeds.
But the bald man who grabbed the boy's hair and slapped him didn't feel disgusted. He just raised his dirty hand and wiped it on the boy's hair, then lifted the boy's head and hit it against the wall.
"Is it wrong to know now? It's too damn late for me to tell you!"
"Aren't you good at complaining? I asked you to complain? Did I warn you last time not to meddle in other people's business, but you took my words as farts? Where did you get the courage? Look at me! What am I asking you?
Come on, you have the courage! Aren’t you good at calling the police? Come on, report it!”
A bright white light of electrons appeared in his sight.
"Damn it, you really dare to retaliate!"
The bald man seemed to be irritated by the boy's behavior. He kicked the boy's hand severely and crushed the dropped mobile phone several times.
"Hey, it seems that I haven't been educated enough yet. The third child held me down. I'll teach this kid a lesson!"
A few of the boy's teeth were knocked out due to the bite. Seeing that his little idea of diverting attention and calling the police was seen through, the boy's pent-up energy suddenly dissipated.
With a pop, several teeth were spat out along with blood and saliva.
…
Gee, that’s really miserable.
He always encounters such outrageous things.
This situation is really like the plot of the first chapter of the early urban waste counterattack novel.
It’s really worth recording it so that when you meet directors who shoot urban online novels in the future, you can give it to them as a practical reference.
"Hey, everyone, turn around and smile."
Thinking about Chen Mo, he took action and raised the camera to his eyes. In order to ensure that the picture was well lit and the picture quality was clear enough, he turned on the flash and adjusted the brightness to the maximum.
He shouted at the older brothers who were working hard and hadn't noticed him yet.
The bald man was about to hit the boy on the stomach with the finger tiger handed to him by his younger brother, when he heard Chen Mo's call.
"?"
"Fuck, my eyes!"
Several people turned around subconsciously. Before they had time to see who it was, and before they had time to take back the ferocious expressions on their faces, they were caught by the sudden and violent light, which almost blinded the titanium alloy dog's eyes! If the expression was not tense, it almost blinded them.
Twisted.
"Who is it!"
"Who! What are you doing!"
It took a long time to recover from the violent exposure of the flash, and the pupils were still a little dull. In the blurry halo, only a backlit boy could be vaguely seen, raising the camera towards them. His neat white front teeth flashed so hard that their eyes hurt.
Several people didn't recover for a long time, and there was a colorful white light spot in the middle of the person's pupil.
A few people were so dizzy that they subconsciously rubbed their eyes.
"Damn it, I walked a lot at night and encountered a ghost!"
The bald man shook his head and calmed down. Looking at the young man taking photos of them not far away, he felt angry and funny for a moment.
"Reporters? Or just people who draw swords to help when they see injustice on the road? Do you have any eyesight? Let me ask you if you have any eyesight!
Why the hell do I keep encountering such blind fools these days!"
Fang Qiang has never encountered such an outrageous thing in his life.
He was so angry that he threw the boy in his hand to the ground. He looked in the direction of Chen Mo, his fingers crossed and his joints creaked.
I just taught a lesson to someone who was meddling in their own business last time when they collected protection money. This time there is another one, and this one is even more stupid, and he actually dared to take pictures directly.
However, Chen Mo and he were not on the same channel at all.
"This one is good, it has the quality of a blockbuster movie. But I still like the sunny scene. Come on, everyone, please cooperate and smile. Say with my mouth: 'Eggplant!'"
Chen Mo lowered his head and adjusted the camera, as if he didn't hear the curses and tense atmosphere, and spoke in a gentle tone as if discussing with an old friend.
After zooming in on the last photo and feeling satisfied, he turned back the shooting screen and raised the camera to his eyes again. Chen Mo showed eight white teeth and demonstrated a standard smile, like a conscientious photographer.
"Fuck you eggplant! Brothers, come on, this guy is out of his mind, teach him a lesson! The camera was smashed!"
At that moment, the bald man's anger reached the extreme, his upper teeth gritted his lower teeth, and he ordered viciously.
"I still don't believe it today. There are so many hard-core idiots in the world, and I met them all. Today I have to let these blind guys know who they can and cannot mess with.
!”
Chen Mo pressed the shutter quickly, recording the movements of several people rushing towards him.
Whispering softly.
"Hey, you're not very obedient—"
"But these fierce expressions are good."
"Yes, he looks like he is about to kill someone, his expression is very good, and he does a good job——"
He kept mumbling, dutifully recording every expression, until a few people came closer. His expressions became more ferocious and terrifying, and I wanted to strangle him to death.
"This expression is too much. I used too much force."
As he said that, a wooden stick hit him directly on the back of his head. Chen Mo slightly staggered to avoid it.
A clean elbow strike followed by an over-the-shoulder throw, using the force of the blow to push several people back.
"you!"
The clean movements can be seen by anyone with eyesight present. This method is much more ruthless and decisive than theirs.
I know I’ve encountered a tough situation this time!