"... one punch... one punch to the sandbag!"
Someone from behind exclaimed in a low voice, and when I turned around, many people had the surprise I expected on their faces. With a calm expression on my face, I bent down and picked up the glove on the ground, then walked over slowly, and returned it to the young man.
He stared straight at me, and suddenly a sentence popped out of his mouth.
"You can throw such a heavy punch without warming up?"
His words immediately reminded the rest of the crowd, and as a result, the surprised expressions on everyone's faces deepened!
Anyone who has punched knows that heavy punches require skill. If you make a more detailed statistics, you will find that in all professional boxing matches, ordinary fighters knock down their opponents with heavy punches, and rarely in the first round.
Why? Because in the first round, the boxers are still testing each other, and more importantly, they need to move their bodies and adjust their best state, strength, speed, all need to be adjusted.
Only when the body is active can we use the best state to deliver the most powerful punches!
This analogy is the same as in professional basketball games, where the average player has to wait a few shots to find the best feel.
And I used the principles of Chinese martial arts. When I punched, I mobilized the strength of my whole body. The waist and legs actually exerted strength at the same time. Watching me blow up the sandbag with a punch, it was actually the strength of my whole body.
This young man stared at me, his eyes were no longer so indifferent, but rather hot! Slowly took the glove, took a look, suddenly a strange look flashed in his eyes, he threw it on the ground casually, gritted his teeth and said, "I won't wear this thing anymore."
"Hahaha..." Ba Ye who was standing behind suddenly laughed loudly, came over and patted my shoulder lightly, smiled and said softly: "Xiao Wu, I have practiced boxing well, I have some skills! Um... now I understand why the fat man I introduced you here. Your skill is very good, I will find someone to teach you how to practice firearms later, and you will be a good horse in the future!"
To be honest, there was a flash of bewilderment in my heart, more of a kind of...
Hmm, kind of vaguely unhappy.
a good horse
I understand, it probably means that I will be a very good fighter, or a very good winner.
But, do I still have to rely on kung fu, fight and fight, and rely on these bastards to make a living
Is it like this at home, or is it like this when you come abroad
I didn't show it on my face. After all, I just came here and I'm not familiar with the place, so it's impossible to make any demands. At least now I have a foothold here... This is what I need most at the moment.
Look first.
Then Ba Ye asked someone to come over, it was a middle-aged man among the group of people, he looked very stable: "Arrange a room for him." Then he looked at me: "Xiao Wu, you stay with me first Stay."
He didn't say what's going on in the future, and I didn't ask, just nodded.
That middle-aged man seemed to be the leader of the gang here, he was very big and mighty, and his walking posture showed that he had been in the army. He looked at me with some admiration in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Young man, come with me, and I will find you a place to live... Xi Luo, let him live with you."
As he yelled, I heard a slightly surprised voice: "Huh? Good!"
I took a look, and it was such a coincidence that it happened to be this young man, who was still staring at the sandbag I had beaten violently in a daze.
The middle-aged man thought for a while, then grinned and said, "By the way, do you have any questions?"
I scratched the back of my head and smiled wryly: "Well... yes... when will I eat? I'm very hungry. To tell you the truth, I just jumped off the boat. I just landed two hours ago and floated on the sea It's been more than half a month, and now my feet are still weak!"
What I said made everyone laugh.
The atmosphere here is good, these are some very rough men, everyone chatted and laughed for a while, and they all came up to greet me and welcome me to join. And the eighth master has already left.
I greeted a dozen or so people, and I couldn't remember the names at once, but I just remembered the name of this young man who was about to live with me. His name is Shiro, a very strange name.
Then I finally got my food.
A large bowl of rice, covered with two large pieces of fat braised pork, fat and thin, very greasy, mouth full of oil, the teeth are full of meat! There are also a few green vegetables, which are fried.
The rice was a bit hard and the taste of the dish was a bit bland, but it was very sweet to me.
I was right next to this gym, sitting on the ground casually, holding a bowl and chopsticks and swallowing.
As I ate, I couldn't help crying.
Goodness see you!
I, Chen Yang, drank the rainwater and the sea breeze on the sea. How many times I thought I was going to die, but now I can still eat my favorite white rice and braised pork...
I didn't waste a grain of rice in a bowl of rice. After I finished eating, I still wanted to lick the plate. The bowl was slicked by me, and there was not a single grain of rice left.
The middle-aged man looked at me and couldn't help sighing: "Damn, you look pretty, how can you eat better than a tiger?"
I smiled wryly: "I've been hungry for several days, there's no oil in my stomach..." Then I was very embarrassed and asked him: "Is there any more?"
"It's gone." The middle-aged man apologized a little: "There is nothing in the kitchen, and the rice bowl hasn't been cleaned yet. It's left over at noon. You should fill it up first, and I'll fill you up at night!"
I smiled and stood up, returned the bowl to him, then patted my stomach, sighed: "Stomach, stomach, neither of us would have imagined that there will be a day when we can eat rice!"
The middle-aged man was a little puzzled. Seeing that I didn't seem to be pretending to be emotional, he couldn't help frowning: "Is it so hard to jump off the boat now? Is there anything to eat on the boat?"
I shook my head: "I don't know, it's just that I encountered pirates on the way, and then I went on a life-saving siege, and I didn't eat for two or three days."
Speaking of this, I thought of Xiaofeng... Thinking of this strange woman, I couldn't help feeling a little sore in my heart, and I couldn't help but look a little sad.
The middle-aged man still wanted to ask more questions, but that Xi Luo had already packed his things and came over, he put on a coat and pants, and he was also wearing work clothes for a garage, but it was very clean: "Let's go, I'll take you to where you live. "
I followed Xi Luo out, walked through the garage and went outside to find out that this garage is the private property of Ba Ye.
It is said to be the largest Chinese garage in Vancouver, and all the people here... are "our own people"!
Food, clothing and housing are basically covered by Ba Ye, who is very kind to his subordinates. Xi Luo joked: "You can save all your salary! Usually you don't need to spend a penny. But... Of course, if you If you want to find a woman, you have to pay for it yourself."
After a pause, he hesitated for a while, then looked at me: "You are new here, I can show you around, well, there is actually nothing around here, the neighborhood is relatively remote, there are no prosperous commercial areas... But if you If you want to find a woman, you can go to Hastings Street, basically all the garbage in Vancouver is concentrated there, thieves, drug addicts, homeless, of course, there are also prostitutes!" Glancing at me, his face showed Smile lines: "Are you looking for a woman?"
"Thank you, I don't need a woman." I politely vetoed, and then hesitated: "Is there a supermarket nearby? I want to buy cigarettes."
Xi Luo immediately took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to me. I took a look, and it turned out to be Hongtashan! It is so rare to see this thing in foreign countries!
"Foreigners' cigarettes are all mixed. We're not used to smoking them, so it's better to buy them from China. They're private goods brought by the crew. Take them first."
I took it with a smile.
When he talks about the crew, I don't know why, and I immediately think of that lovely bastard, Captain Wick, who took my two big bags of dollars.
I live with Ciro.
We live next to the garage, a small building facing the street.
As soon as I entered this small building, I immediately felt a little kind... Really!
This is like a dormitory in a school or a factory in China. There are three floors in total, and each floor is a long corridor with many rooms on both sides.
"A brother in my room went to Toronto, and now it's vacant, just for you to live in." Ciro seemed to be very enthusiastic towards me... I guess it might be the effect of my punch.
There is nothing to say about the room, it is messy, a little dirty, there are cigarette butts in the corner, and there are underwear on the sofa... and it is still dirty.
The room is not big, two people sleep in one room with two beds. A small living room outside. There are some dumbbells and a very old TV.
What surprised me in particular was that there was an old-fashioned record player here!
It's a very old fashioned one for playing vinyl records! !
I glanced at Ciro in surprise, he smiled, showing his white teeth that hadn't been yellowed by tobacco: "This is mine, I like this thing."
I put my bag on my bed and didn't pack anything, I didn't have anything to pack anyway.
It was interesting to watch Shiro fiddle with his record player. I said, "Do you really like this thing? Now that young people listen to MP4, who still uses this?"
Ciro suddenly looked a little serious, took a deep look at me, and said in a low tone: "This... This is the only thing my parents left me! This is my father's, and he loved it the most when he was alive."
"You... Are you from China? Or local..."
"I was born here." Ciro smiled. He was handsome, tall and fair, a very handsome man, but his eyes were a bit melancholy: "My father came to Canada with Ba Ye, but he died early. .”
I didn't speak.
Ciro smiled brightly, then blinked suddenly: "Want to hear something interesting?"
"Um?"
He dug out a vinyl record, and I looked at the outer cover, which was a bit weird, colorful and bright red. He had adjusted the horn, then opened the window, and turned the record player's horn to the street outside the window!
Turn up the volume again! !
After a while, very vigorous and heroic music was released from the speaker of the record player!
Then a baritone with a very melodious and rich voice began to recite in a tone full of infinite affection...
"Qinyuanchun·Snow
northern scenery,
thousands of miles frozen,
It's snowing thousands of miles!
…
…”
I was stunned!
I rely on!
This is actually an antique reading of Chairman Mao's poems with music! !
So, on this sunny afternoon, we two young people were lying in this room, basking in the sun...
Chairman Mao's poems, under the loudspeaker amplification, reverberated through the streets of Vancouver, the "capitalist world"...