Chapter 137 [Opportunity] (Part 1)

I guess from Siro's age that his father should be born in the 1950s. In that era, almost all people regarded Chairman Mao as an idol, so it was normal for Siro's father to hold this vinyl record.

Just in a foreign country, listening to the Chairman's poems and lying on the streets and alleys of the capitalist world, I really feel so exciting that it is difficult to describe...

I suddenly had a crazy idea. If I had the opportunity to go to the United States, I heard that people were allowed to demonstrate in front of the White House in Washington, as long as the procedures were legal... Then one day, I really wanted to carry a record machine to the White House, and then aim the horn at the window of the White House and put Chairman Mao’s poems for a day! Let the poems of the great revolutionary leader sounded the core area of ​​this capitalist hegemony!

The young people were crazy. I told Siro this idea casually. He was also a little excited and agreed repeatedly. In this way, I quickly became familiar with this guy.

The Baye’s place is very good... I can’t say it’s a good thing. I always feel that the atmosphere here is like the state-owned enterprises in China twenty years ago, or like in the army.

Everyone stayed in the dormitory and ate the big pot of rice, and the atmosphere was great.

In the evening, Siro took me to the "Cauern".

I felt a little funny when I heard this word.

canteen!

This word is rarely heard in China now. Even some large old state-owned enterprises or universities have been renamed restaurants.

The canteen here is actually a large warehouse that is renovated, with several rows of tables, chairs and stools inside. Everyone is holding a plastic plate in their hands to go to the window to get food one by one.

The food was good, and the pork meatballs were stewed with cabbage, and the rice was still a bit tough, but I was very satisfied. I saw that the Eighth Master was eating here, but I didn’t see Uncle Qi. Uncle Qi didn’t seem to know where he went.

Eighth Master sat on a round table in front. There were five or six people on the table, all of whom were about fifty years old, and they were about fifty years old. They were talking in a low voice while eating. Eighth Master had a serious expression, a little gloomy face.

The other people were wearing work clothes in the repair yard and walking past Baye's table with plates. They subconsciously tried to do something slight and dared not act rashly.

I can see that these people respect the Eighth Master from the bottom of their heart!

I waited for two days and stayed here for two days, but the Eighth Master never looked for me again.

I was arranged to wash my car in the garage these two days. My job was to carry buckets of water and then wash the cars clean.

Working during the morning and work is over at 3:00 in the afternoon. Then we go to the gym underground with Siro and others to practice.

It can be said that when I first came here, I felt very relieved. The atmosphere here was very good, which made me feel like I had found the organization and home.

But after two days, I was a little depressed again.

...

Because! I'm not here to wash my car in Canada!

I don’t know how the Eighth Master wanted to arrange me and what I wanted me to do. But at least I am sure that I thought about it myself. I traveled thousands of miles across the Pacific Ocean and jumped over the sea. It’s not just to be a little car washer!

I began to feel a little depressed. But I would only be a little happier when I practice boxing with Xiluo and others in the afternoon.

These rough men around are all very good people! They exercise with them every day, occasionally playing with boxing gloves and headbands, sweating all over, and then more than a dozen men take a shower together naked, which makes them feel very happy.

However, Siluo asked me for boxing, and I hesitated for a while. He told him that my punch was a killer move by the master and could not be easily taught to others. This is not that I am stingy, but that I cannot break the rules of my master.

Siro was a little disappointed, but it would be fine in a while. I couldn't teach him the heavy move, but I could still teach him some traditional martial arts and boxing techniques. This kid is very talented in athleticism, his body flexibility and coordination are excellent, and he is willing to endure hardships. Even at the beginning, I taught him to slap his horse, but he only started to scream a few times. Later, he gritted his teeth and persevered!

The other men all smiled at each of them, but only those young people could laugh, some older people, in their thirties or forties, but they didn't. I saw that these people had the utmost abilities and knew that this was real kung fu.

Life passed so heartlessly. After a week, Master Eighth still didn't look for me.

And in the past few days, I can't even see Baye. He no longer comes to the cafeteria for dinner... I even doubt whether he has forgotten me. I regard my daily work as venting... and even practicing boxing as venting! When I was practicing boxing with those guys, my actions became more and more irritable.

"Depend on!"

I kicked my legs sideways, and my legs swept over like a whirlwind. Although Siro had raised his arms to protect his chest, I still lie on the ground with one kick. He couldn't help but curse, and then lay on the ground to breathe heavily: "You are crazy! Why do you feel like you have taken gunpowder these two days?"

I stood up and gritted my teeth and threw away the gloves, then went over and reached out to pull him up.

I feel a fire buried in my heart! I have been burning in my heart for the past two days, making me feel uncomfortable! I am almost crazy!

I pulled Siro without saying a word, then shook my head and signaled that he would not hit him.

I think I'm in a bad mood and continue to fight, I'm afraid of hurting Siro.

To be honest, after a week of delicious food and drink, I felt that my body had basically recovered. And I exercised every day this week... You know, when I was in China, those stable days were too many, so I didn’t practice anymore!

My face was gloomy and I slowly walked to the corner of the wall. A brother was holding a sandbag and hitting him. I went to him to take advantage of him, patted him, and signaled him to make a move. He looked back at me and immediately stepped aside.

This week, these brothers and I have fought several punches. Except for two or three old guys, Siro, who can fight with me, basically no one else can meet me. Now the eyes of these people looking at me are very different from when they first came.

I hugged the sandbag, fixed it not to shake it, and then slowly stepped back, one, two, and three.

I took a deep breath and then did two activities to prepare for the action.

At this time, people around me could see what I might be doing. Some people stopped what they were doing and looked at me.

I took a few deep breaths, then suddenly exhaled and shouted! Then I rushed towards the sandbag. When I was about two or three steps away, I slammed the ground!

I bounced all over, then twisted my waist in the air, lifted my legs and kicked it sideways!

Bang!

The muffled sound almost spread throughout the underground gym at once, and then the sandbag shook violently and flew out with a bang!

The rope hanging on it suddenly broke, and the sandbag hit the corner of the wall, and the entire outer layer of leather cracked, and the sand inside spilled all over the ground!

"Fuck!" The first person to exclaim was Siro, and then everyone in the audience was taking a cold air. I heard someone sigh in a low voice: "Damn, is this kid still human? Damn he is Bruce Lee's reincarnation..."

Someone laughed and scolded, "You're stupid, this is real kung fu! Our ancestors' stuff!"

After Siro screamed, he stared at me blankly, watching me standing there and gasping, and the muscles on his face were stirring.

At this time, our boss, the oldest middle-aged man, came over and patted Siro from behind, and then said to him:

"Xiao Wu is not in a good mood these two days. Don't practice with him, be careful to hurt yourself."

After taking a shower, Silo and I had supper and returned to the room. Silo suddenly remembered something and exclaimed: "Damn, by the way, there is a station newspaper tonight! Look!"

"What battle report?" I was stunned.

Siro shook his head: "Didn't you hear what they talk about during dinner at night? We fought with the Vietnamese!"

I shook my head. I was depressed while eating. Where can I still have the mood to listen to them chat?

Siro had turned on the very worn TV, and it was colorful! Then he adjusted to a channel and saw a female announcer who looked like an Asian was broadcasting the news.

What surprised me was that she actually spoke Chinese!

Siro explained with a smile: "This is Vancouver! One quarter of Vancouver's population is Asian, and Chinese accounts for the majority, so there are Chinese TV programs and Chinese newspapers here!"

I nodded.

Siro was not talking to me, watching TV in a monograph, and then he shouted excitedly: "Here's here!"
Chapter completed!