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General Description

An old man poked me with an umbrella on the subway and asked me to give up my seat.

Chivalric Literature

The tall old knight—people here call him Restat—held a shining umbrella and rushed towards me. I couldn’t resist the heavy force and fell off the love seat.

【Ancient Greek Heroic Epic

The tall and strong old man was standing in the subway, full of vigor and vitality. He raised the halberd of Poseidon and charged towards another great warrior, trying to tear his legs apart, and had obtained the highest honor of the Love Seat.

【Modern Japanese Literature

What a useless guy, even his position was taken away by this cunning old man, he really deserves to die.]

【Ancient Chinese Poetry

The sudden rain came early in the morning and the pedestrians' clothes were all wet.

The old man plays with his umbrella in vain, and no one knows. 】

【Qiong Yao Literature

The old man's surname was Hu. He was not nice to me, but I was already fascinated by his temperament. He asked me to get up, and I got up. He slowly put his arms around my waist and put his thin lips close to me. His mature breath lingered in my ears.

【Chinese martial arts novels

The old man used the Thirty-Six Moves of the Dog Beating Stick Technique and swung it at the passenger who was in a trance. However, the man suddenly leaped up, stepped on his right foot with his left foot, broke through the roof of the carriage, and flew towards Wudang Mountain. The dog beating stick missed and cut the love seat in half.

Netizens in the comment section also showed off their skills and started their own wonderful imitations:

“Big Illness Literature:

The old man boarded the subway and breathed a sigh of relief

June 6, 15:4 pm

Old man: Hey young man, your days of sitting still in your seat are over, put your seat away if I

Young man: If you want it, you have to fight for it yourself. You already know this rule.

Old man: I knew you would say that.

(Takes out an umbrella and pokes the young man)

(Unidentified drum beats)

Young man: Have we met before?

Old man: It’s hard to say. As far as I can remember, I have never seen someone like you who refuses to give up his seat.

Old man: It’s time to end it all, young man! Once and for all!

(The young man smiles)

(Unidentified drum beats)"

"It's a very interesting topic, how can we miss hard science fiction! Try writing it in the style of Liu Cixin's The Three-Body Problem! [Great]

[2023 AD Subway Deterrence Era Umbrella Holder]

The high-speed subway was moving forward at one ten-thousandth of the speed of light, and the heavy ground seemed to be pressing down on my heart. The man holding the umbrella in front of me was much younger than I had expected. Later I found that this feeling of youth came mostly from his powerful movements. He put an umbrella against my waist and said, "Give me your seat!" Without giving me time to answer, he immediately said, "This time I want you to leave here."

In the most desolate corner of the Orion Arm of the Milky Way, no civilization noticed this ant-like group of people, but a meteor streaking across the night sky witnessed the whole story. "

"At first, no one cared about this accident. It was just a young man, an old man, an umbrella, and a seat, until this accident became closely related to everyone... [doge]"

“Cthulhu version changed:

The subway was completely empty. I was sitting on the subway, watching a new medical product advertisement on the subway TV. It said: "It can be used by people aged 0 to 80." The wording of the advertisement made me realize that something was wrong, but I was exhausted from the exhausting work today, so I didn't think too much about it. Now I think I should have noticed it at that time - but I once again ignored the last advice given to me by the merciful goddess of fate. In short, I just felt a little bored at that time. We arrived at another station, the door opened, and an old man walked in.

The old man was very ordinary. His face was wrinkled like a dead branch or leaf, showing the appearance characteristics of a man of his age, and his hair was like the roots of a withered plant, showing a sickly white color.

The clothes he wore seemed very loose, as if his inner body had been hollowed out by some unknown disease, and he looked skinny, like firewood. As soon as he entered the door, I smelled a faint smell. The smell was very strange, not pleasant, but not unpleasant either. Naturally, I concluded at that time that this strange smell must have been generated when the old man got on the bus.

Therefore, even though it violated my moral concept, I still felt disgusted with the old man. However, as if he saw through my thoughts, the old man turned his head and looked at me. That plain face just looked at me, and I was a little at a loss for a moment.

The door closed and the train entered the dark tunnel. The old man walked slowly in front of me, maintaining a calm expression that made people panic.

Then I noticed that there was a tattered umbrella hidden in his right hand, which was covered by his sleeves. The umbrella was covered with rust, and it was almost doubtful whether it could still play its due role. Fine and tiny red oxides covered the entire ribs of the umbrella and extended all the way to the black holes in the cuffs.

Faintly, I seemed to see the rust glittering between his sleeves, emitting fine dust like the scales of some butterfly - but looking back, I found that this was not the case at all.

The strange smell became stronger as the old man approached, almost to the point where it was hard to breathe. What was going on with this smell?

I felt a little bit unbearable, but I still endured the discomfort in my body, forced out an awkward smile, and said:

"How can I help you?"

The old man didn't answer. I asked again.

"How can I help you?"

This time the old man answered:

"Give up your seat," he said.

"……ah?""

One Hundred Years of Solitude:

Years later, sitting on the love seat in the subway, Colonel Aureliano Buendía would remember that distant afternoon when the old man poked him with his umbrella.

"Lu Xun Style:

There were many people in the car, but the old man was the only one with white hair standing and holding an umbrella. He glanced at me, poked me with his umbrella, and said something like "love seat". I didn't understand it at all. After thinking carefully for a long time, I saw two words from his wrinkles: "Give up your seat!"

“Gu Zhenren Human Body:

"Old man, what have you done? Without the love seat, how can we fight against fatigue?" everyone shouted.

The old man said calmly: "It's very simple, why don't I just sit on it?"

After saying that, he sat down and no longer concealed himself.

“I knew at an early age that life was difficult, yet I still wanted to soar among the clouds.

My body is as rough as a rock all the way, and I am alone in the sea of ​​life.

Thousands of efforts are made to forge iron, and all the energy is put into forging a sword.

Today, the sword points to the clouds, and the people sitting on the Gu and the sky are sitting on it. "

[laughing and crying]"

"Interesting! [Starry Eyes]

I also made a [single doge]

PopCap Literature: This thing can do more than just stop the bungee jumping zombies that fall from the sky, the old lettuce holding the umbrella said as he pushed up his glasses.

Our ancestors were often amazed at the creative ideas of later generations: How could such an ordinary sentence give rise to so many interesting ideas?

Come on! Here is the pen for you. Write a story for our ancestors!

The young lady under the sky said: Hey! How can an old man be described like that by the people on the sky?

They thought he was a charming and graceful young man in his twenties or thirties, a few years older than them. They almost fell in love with him. Who could have imagined that he was an old man with a white beard? Tianmu was truly a liar!

That Qiong Yao literature is really harmful to people! [Beautiful woman is angry]

……

The Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang read the so-called Japanese literature and snorted with disdain. As an ordinary citizen, he hated such people who had no empathy and bullied the weak and feared the strong the most.

This kind of Japanese literature is extremely humiliating to both the young and the old, and has no respect for the elderly, love for the young, or empathy towards others.

He can be described as a barbarian who does not understand etiquette and morals, and is even worse than an ordinary civilian in the Ming Dynasty!

Fortunately, this country had pointed out their evil deeds before and ordered their destruction, otherwise who knows how much trouble such barbarians would cause in future generations!