I guess from Ciro's age, his parents should be born in the 1950s. At that time, people all over the country regarded Chairman Mao as an idol, so it was normal for Xi Luo's father to hold this vinyl record.
It’s just that in a foreign country, listening to Chairman Mao’s poems reverberating through the streets and alleys of the capitalist world, I really feel an indescribable exhilarating feeling...
I suddenly had a crazy idea, if I have the opportunity to go to the United States, I heard that people are allowed to demonstrate in front of the White House in Washington, as long as the procedures are legal... Then one day, I really want to carry the record player to the White House, Then point the horn at the windows of the White House and play Chairman Mao's poems for a day! Let the poems of the great revolutionary leader reverberate in the heartland of this capitalist hegemonic power!
Young people are crazy. I casually told Shiro about this idea, and he was a little excited and agreed again and again. In this way, I quickly became acquainted with this guy.
This place at Baye's is good... I can't say one kind of good. I always feel that the atmosphere here is like the state-owned enterprises in China 20 years ago, or like in the army.
Everyone lives in the dormitory, eats big pot meals, and the atmosphere is great.
In the evening, Xi Luo took me to the "canteen".
I am a little amused to hear this word.
canteen!
This term is rarely heard even in China now. Even some large old state-owned enterprises or colleges and universities have changed their names to restaurants.
The cafeteria here is actually a converted large warehouse, with several rows of tables, chairs and stools inside, and everyone carries a plastic plate in their hand and goes to the window one by one to get food.
The food is also good, pork balls stewed with Chinese cabbage, the rice is still a bit hard, but I am very satisfied. I saw Ba Ye eating here too, but I didn't see Qi Shu. Uncle Qi didn't seem to know where he went.
Ba Ye sat on a round table in the front, there were five or six people at that table, all of them were about the same age as Ba Ye, men in their fifties, they talked in a low voice while eating, Ba Ye's expression was a little serious, His complexion looked a little gloomy.
The other people were all wearing work clothes from the garage, and when they walked past Master Ba's table with their plates, they all subconsciously moved lightly, not daring to make mistakes.
I can see that these people's respect for Baye is sincere!
I waited for two days and stayed here for two days, but Ba Ye never came to see me again.
These two days I was arranged to wash the car in the garage. My job is to carry buckets of water and rinse a car.
During the day, I work in the morning, and the work ends at three o'clock in the afternoon. After that, I go to the underground gym with Xi Luo and the others to exercise.
It can be said that when I first came here, I felt very relieved. The atmosphere here is very good, which made me feel like I found an organization and a home.
But after two days, I was a little depressed again.
…
because! I didn't come to Canada to wash my car!
I don't know how Ba Ye wants to arrange me and what he wants me to do. But at least I am sure of my own thoughts. I traveled thousands of miles across the Pacific Ocean and jumped into the sea, not just to be a small car wash worker!
I started to feel a little depressed. But only when I practice boxing with Xi Luo and the others in the afternoon, I will be a little happier.
These rough men around are very good people! It's also a pleasure to work out with them every day, and occasionally fight twice with gloves and headgear, sweating, and then shower with a dozen naked men.
But Xi Luo asked me for boxing advice, I hesitated for a while, and told him that my punch was a killer move taught by Shimen, and it cannot be easily taught to others. It's not that I'm stingy, but that I can't break Master's rules.
Ciro was a little disappointed, but it will be all right after a while. I can't teach him that heavy hand, but I can still teach him some traditional martial arts. This kid is very talented in sports, his body flexibility and coordination are superb, and he is willing to endure hardships. Even when I taught him Zha Ma at the beginning, he only complained a few times, but then he gritted his teeth and persisted!
All the other men were laughing all over the place, but only the young ones could laugh, and some of the older ones, in their thirties or forties, didn't laugh. I can see that these people have good eyesight and know that this is real skill.
The days passed so carelessly. It's been a week, and the eighth master still hasn't looked for me.
And these days, I can't even see Ba Ye anymore. He no longer comes to the cafeteria to eat... I even wonder if he has forgotten me. I take my daily work as a way to vent... I even think of boxing as a way to vent! When I was practicing boxing with those guys, my shots became more and more irritable.
"Depend on!"
I kicked sideways, and my leg swept over like a whirlwind. Although Ciro had raised his arms to protect his chest, he was still lying on the ground by my kick. I couldn't help cursing, and then lay down on the ground panting heavily: "You are crazy! Why do you feel like you have eaten gunpowder these two days?"
I stood and gritted my teeth and threw away the glove, then reached out and pulled him up.
I feel like a fire is burning in my heart! These two days have been burning and burning in my heart, making me feel uncomfortable! I'm going crazy!
I pulled Shiro up without saying a word, then shook my head to signal him not to fight.
I feel that I am not in the right mood, so I continue to fight, I am afraid of hurting Ciro.
To be honest, after eating and drinking for a week, I feel that my body has basically fully recovered. And I have been exercising every day this week... You know, when I was in China, I had too many stable days, so I didn't practice at all!
With a gloomy expression on my face, I walked slowly to the corner. A brother was beating him with a sandbag in his arms. He glanced back at me and stepped aside immediately.
I have had a few fights with these brothers this week. Except for two or three old guys and Ciro, who can fight with me for a while, basically everyone else can't pass me two times. The way these people look at me now is very different from when I first came here.
I hugged the sandbag, fixed it to prevent it from shaking, and then slowly backed away, one step, two steps, three steps.
I took a deep breath, and then made two preparations on the spot.
At this time, everyone around could see that I might be about to move. Some people stopped what they were doing and looked towards me.
I took a few deep breaths, then exhaled suddenly, and let out a loud drink! Then I rushed towards the sandbag quickly, and when I was about two or three steps away from it, I kicked the ground fiercely!
I bounced up, and then in mid-air, twisted my waist, raised my legs and kicked in a roundabout!
boom!
The muffled sound spread throughout the entire underground gym almost at once, and then the sandbag shook violently, and flew out with a bang!
The rope hanging from above broke instantly, and the sandbag hit the corner of the wall so hard that the entire outer layer of leather burst and the gravel inside spilled all over the floor!
"Fuck!" It was Ciro who exclaimed first, and then everyone in the audience gasped. I heard someone sigh softly: "Damn, is this kid still human? Damn he is the reincarnation of Bruce Lee..."
In addition, someone laughed and scolded: "Idiot, this is real kung fu! It's the stuff of our ancestors!"
After Ciro yelled, he stared at me blankly, watching me standing there panting, the muscles on my face twitching.
At this time, our boss, that is, the oldest middle-aged man, came over, patted Xi Luo from behind, and said something to him: "Little Wu is not in the right mood these two days, don't practice against him." Now, be careful not to hurt yourself."
After taking a shower, Shiro and I had dinner and went back to our room. Ciro suddenly remembered something, and exclaimed: "Damn, yes, there is a station report tonight! Check it out!"
"What battle report?" I froze for a moment.
Ciro shook his head: "Didn't you hear what they were talking about at dinner? We had a fight with the Vietnamese!"
I shook my head, when I was eating, I patronized someone and felt depressed, how could I still be in the mood to listen to their chats
Ciro has turned on that very battered TV, and it's still in color! Then he tuned to a channel and saw a female announcer who appeared to be of Asian descent was broadcasting the news.
To my surprise, she spoke Chinese!
Ciro explained with a smile: "This is Vancouver! A quarter of Vancouver's population is Asian, of which Chinese account for the majority, so there are Chinese TV programs and Chinese newspapers here!"
I nod.
Ciro wasn't talking to me any more, he just watched the TV intently, and then he shouted excitedly: "Come here!"
"... News from this station..." The female announcer on TV reported in a serious tone: "In the early hours of this morning, a disgusting shooting and murder occurred at a gas station in East Hastings! Two Asian men suddenly He was shot by an unknown gunman and was shot several times! According to the eyewitness account of the gas station supermarket staff, the two victims were stopping to refuel at that time, and the gunman appeared from both sides at the same time. The two sides did not have any conversation, and immediately pointed their pistols at the victim. The victim fired several shots, and then quickly fled the scene in the victim's car! In addition, according to the latest news, the two victims died on the way to the hospital for emergency treatment. The police suspect that the two are Vietnamese smugglers. At present, the police suspect that this shooting case is related to the gangster vendetta... "