How do you write an anti-gang martial arts story?
One.
Sir, why are you fighting? Police officers in police stations ask the same question.
I coughed twice and said, “Don’t worry about the old man.
The police said with grief: “But you broke a garbage can on the street.”
I said, “That’s right.
The civilian police said, “What’s right?”
I said, “You should ask us why we beat the trash cans.”
The Civil Guard said: Then why do you beat such a lovely garbage can?
We said: “The eyes are not good.” Seeing it staggered, it thought it was the best in the world…
He said, “Man, we really don’t care about your fight, but you can’t fight at the police station every day.”
We said, “When I kill him, you will be relieved.”
The civilian said, “When you kill him, I’ll be in trouble.”
Civilian police have waved their heads off and told us not to make trouble, so let’s go.
Two.
We left the police station one time before. The one who walked in front of me was my enemy, Zhang Zhang Zaimin.
He’s my brother.
I should have killed him in 1947, when I was soft.
Unfortunately, today it is a society of the rule of law that I cannot kill him in the streets. Otherwise, I will appear in The Word of Today and be named “What’s the matter with your father?” — is it a distortion of humanity or a moral loss?
It’s important that I have a granddaughter.
So I had to go and see if Zhang Aemin was dead from time to time.
They say people don’t dream when they’re old. As soon as I fell asleep, I dreamt I was at his house, tied to his bed, and I lit his gas tank at the corner of the wall. He asked me what you wanted to do. I laughed at you: I fucking blew you up.
The sun is bright outside, the demons are sitting on the park bench, shaking their little white shoes on their feet.
She saw us, happy running over.
She said, “Grandfather Ip and Grandpa Zhang.”
I went up and picked her up.
Do you miss Grandpa? I touched her head.
She said: Fight again, bad grandpa.
And I said, “What about me and the people of love?”
Zhang Ao-min stepped on that phoenix bike and tinkled away.
And he cried back: Ye Xiaobai, if you go through my bar, pay me back.
And We said out loud, “You will crash your car today and I will burn it to you tomorrow.”
III
When the weather cooled, I looked at the door in a neighborhood.
For half of our lives, the most regrettable thing is to forget to pay.
Fortunately, I’ve got martial arts to show the door in the neighborhood. A little income every month to feed me and demons.
I sat in a security booth and got a call. That’s the hospital.
We said, “How is the disease of the devil?”
The head says: bone cancer.
I was silent for a while and I said, “How much is it gonna cost to cure?”
He said: “O Lord, as you know, we cannot guarantee that we will be healed.”
I said, “I know.”
It said: Around 300,000.
I hung up on the phone, I lighted a cigarette, and the demons were crouching on the side of the road, touching the heads of two cats. She said, be good and don’t fight. Or I’ll crush your balls.
I was choked by a cigarette and coughed loudly.
III
I studied martial arts at the age of 10 in the fall. That year, my father took me and Zhang Ai-min to the mountains, and his father punched a set of punches, chops, hammers, fucks, clouds.
Father asked us. Want to learn?
We all said, “Think.”
Zhang was excited to say that when he learned, he would be able to take revenge.
His father shot him in the head and said, “When he learns, there is no revenge.
We asked: Why?
Father didn’t tell us why.
I thought about it. Ask him. Dad, isn’t sister learning?
My sister stood by, carrying a basket of food, looking at us quietly.
The father shook his head and said, “Foots are not passed on to men.”
It took me years to find out that my father taught us that boxing, called the Eight.
In the great heaven and in the greatness of heaven are the eight bounds.
It was also a world of warlords, known as the Western Ocean, armed with guns and guns. The Chinese martial arts conference, founded by Sun Zhongshan, is like a joke under the guns of the great powers.
After my father’s death, me and Zhang Aemin inherited his inheritance — three acres. Father taught us that the eight-point fist was not very useful, but that it was fast. Our sister sat on the side of the field as we tilled it, carrying our water and dry food, wearing a straw hat and waiting for us under the sun.
And I went over and said: Thirsty.
She handed me the water and wiped my face.
She said, ‘O brother!
I smiled, and said, “You’re in bad shape, don’t come out with us.”
She said: “I’m sorry for dragging you down.”
We said: “What if I will take care of you forever?”
Zhang Amin cried out in his head, deafening: “O Ye, do not molest your sister, come back to the land and grow.”
My sister pushed me, and I answered and ran back.
I like my sister. There’s nothing to hide. Zhang loves my sister. But his name is Chang, my name is Ye. I’m not like him. I’m the kid my father picked up.
My father tried to find someone to tell me that I’ve lived a long life, that I’ve lost my leaf when I was old.
When I was a kid, my sister treated me well, and every time I couldn’t beat Zhang Aemin, she came over and held me up and blamed him: You let him go. My brother doesn’t cry, my sister buys you candy.
I ate sugar pickles and lay on my sister’s knees. Zhang Aemin has no sugar, I laugh.
My sister fell down and asked me: “Is it sweet?”
And I said: Sister, how sweet.
Four.
Four or seven winters, I went to town to sell rice. On the way home, smoke was seen in the village. The house was set on fire, and some of the villagers died and others sat on the floor and cried with their loved ones.
I was rushing home, and the bandits were still alive, and my sister’s blood was dripping on my knife.
A bandit’s in pants.
And I went mad, and ran in front of him, and he fell down on the back of his chest, and we hit him in the chin with my palm, and he fell apart with blood.
The knife between his waist left in my hand.
The bandits screamed and killed.
I said: Sister.
The blade cut open the airpipe, gave out a bloated blood spray and one person fell down with his throat covered. Another man comes in, turns his side towards the knife he stabbed, crosses his chest. Who else? The pupils of fear have blades in them, and my already numbed face.
I killed all the bandits. When I got up from their bodies, the chief was still breathing.
I grabbed him in the head and asked him, “Why did you break my sister?”
And he said, inter alia: Zhang loves my brother.
Sundown, Zhang Amin is back. He saw the body on the ground, and his brother was holding his sister, silent.
He’s on his knees.
He said: Sister.
I said, “Sister is dead.”
He crawled towards his sister, I pointed a knife at him, and he stopped.
We said, “Dad taught you to learn martial arts, so you never hurt anyone.” Why are you messing with bandits?
I said, “Sister wouldn’t have died if it weren’t for you.
We said: ‘I have killed a man’
I stood up and cut off his hair. I’m shaking.
He said, “Why do you keep your hands?
We said, “You killed my sister, Zhang Amin.” One day I’ll kill you. Now, I’m going to bury her, and you don’t deserve it.
Five.
If it wasn’t for Zhang Amin, she wouldn’t have died.
I’ve lived and lived with him. Famine, chaos, not killing me. As long as I haven’t killed him myself, no one will kill me. I’m such a hard-on super-man.
In 2008, we picked up garbage on the road, when the economy was bad, and a bottle of mineral water was sold for only two cents. I looked in the trash and saw a baby with a finger.
Her parents were not found at the police station.
They looked at us and said, “You will not be old, either, so adopt.”
I looked back and the baby was held in Zhang’s arms. Old bitch, he’s having fun, he’s pretending to be a ghost and he’s handing out a bottle.
We adopted her. Give her a name, a demon.
Just a name, no last name.
When we find her parents, she can find her last name.
Six.
I called Zhang Aemin and I said it would take 300,000.
Zhang’s people were silent for a while and said, “I have 50,000.”
We said, “Remember, you are her grandfather.”
Zhang Amin said: It’s all there is, plus the breakfast shop, and the maximum is 60,000. How much do you have?
We said, “About 10,000, there is not much to offer.”
Zhang Amin said, “You deserve to be a grandfather.
The demon was writing his homework in the security booth. She raised her head and asked me, Grandpa Ye, what’s 300,000?
And We touched her hair, and said, “Nothing, but playing mahjong in the distance from the king.” You do your homework.
I came out of the security booth, I lighted a cigarette, sat on the steps of the garden, low-headed.
I need 300 grand. Where do you get 300 grand? I’m too old to buy it. The problem is said to be that Zhang Amin and I combined four kidneys, far from 300,000. And what about the spleen?
My brain’s a mess. The bank, the fuck, I yelled, I could change a demon’s life because the bank was shot.
VII
I went to Zhang Amin, who was in that crappy breakfast shop wearing an apron and rubbing his face.
He said, “Are you crazy?
I said, “Where do you get 300 grand except to rob a bank?”
He said: “Buy the lottery.”
And I laughed, and said: “You shall receive 300,000, and I will give you my head.”
He said: ‘Father, you say’
I said, “Take the pen, I’ll write to you.”
He was tired and waved his hand full of flour, and said, “Come on, don’t be old and be a bitch.” I’ll figure it out. The demon is my granddaughter.
More urgent than you.
I moved a chair and sat down.
I grabbed my head and said, “The demon is only eight years old.” Shit.
I thought of something, and I asked him, “Did you buy a black fist for eight days?
He said: Yes.
I said: Give me the phone.
He said: What do you want?
I didn’t pay attention to him, but today you went to pick up the demon and left in a hurry.
VIII
Eight.
One wimp, two wimp.
Three inches, four inches.
Five hammers, six sweeps.
I always remember this conversation, remember when I asked my father how I could only teach six?
Father said, “Six, your kung fu is over.” The second lesson in the back, not the teacher, was your own.
Zhang Ai Min and I spent most of our lives thinking about it, and it didn’t work out. However, six exercises are enough, and although I die, I have more than a few black fists.
The contacts took me to a basement with a huge space with long dry blood.
We said, ‘How many have I won?’
He looked at me and said, ‘My Lord, do not take you like this. You said, ‘I will only bring you here’
I said, “How much?”
He said, ‘Forget it, lest you die here.’
I stretched out my hand, slapped him on the shoulder, pushed him, and he fell on the floor.
And he stunned and said, “What is this?
I said, “Tell me the price.
He said, “Did you buy insurance?
I took a step forward. He turned back and stammered and said, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
We said: “I fight death and life.”
He said, ‘Then wait, and we will not stop you.’ At the end of the month, you fill out a suicide statement and go back for our notice.
Nine.
I filled out the form and left the number. The man told me that the Bureau of Life and Death did not want to fight, and in one case the winner received half a million and the deceased received 100,000.
So, a lot of people lined up to fight.
He placed me in the middle of the field, where there would be a mid-time entertainment, where they specifically invited junior athletes to the stage to fight two of them.
If I survive, give me $200,000.
This is a joke. I can beat them out of the shit.
I leaned on the gate, lit a cigarette and looked around. Three or two rows of people in the sub-district, some young people walk dogs, far away, and couples hold hands. I’ve lived 80 years and seen two generations of change. It’s a good time for me to be young.
But I still have a demon if I can keep her alive. It’s a dead end.
Then I heard what was going on behind my back, and I turned back, and I saw a young man running towards the neighborhood in panic, chasing a group of strong men behind me, crying out, “Kill him.”
The young man beat me on the door and said, “Help me.”
I opened the door and let him in. He fell on the floor. I close the door, and those big Hamptons squeezed in and yelled at me to open the door.
I said, “Let’s talk about it. Let’s see what happens in the neighborhood.
And the leader shouted out: “Scram!”
We said, ‘Can we not honor the children of old?’ I’m just a baby.
He gave me a slap, and I thought, “No, I didn’t get away with it.”
I went down to pick up my hat and asked the young man who fell on the ground.
He said, “I live in 12 302.
We said: Where are they?
He said, “I do not know them, and they do not live here.”
I put on my hat.
One wimp, two wimp.
I pulled my hand, my waist, my shoulder, and I pushed it under his armpit, and he cried and fell out.
Fuck him. He shouted.
The young man behind him shouted, “I’ve already called the police.”
The big man looked at me like he was a bad guy: I remember you, you wait.
We said: “Then hurry up, or I will be buried.”
Those people left in anger. Young people thanked me.
And he took my hand and said, “O my lord, you are great.”
I said, “Who are these people?”
He said, ‘Whatever you do not know, he fights with his mouth.’
And I said, “Stop fighting.”
He said, ‘Yes, yes, and later I made fun of it.’
And I said, “It’s a trade.”
He said, “Ah, acclaim and acclaim.”
I said, “Come on, go on back and give yourself some medicine.”
I noticed the cocoon in his hand, and I said, “Have you practiced?”
He said, ‘Trained in some of the guns, it is they who play.’
I nod my head, and he’s gone.
Ten.
In this town, I have few.
He is still alive, and now he is showing machines in the playground. He has not learned martial arts and is still hard. According to him, every day he looked at the facilities that were flying around, he looked down, and young people went up to the air and were dumped by modern machines. Every time he arrived, he remembered how he was supposed to die — and when the road was gone, he climbed up a roller coaster and lifted his seat belt from a few hundred feet high and flew a parabolic line to the United States.
And Zhang and the people of love took the demons and walked in the playground. Wang Xiao, wearing a pair of sunglasses and two legs in front.
He goes back and asks: “Why don’t you take the roller coaster?”
The demon said, “Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We said, ‘I will throw you into America now.’ Why don’t you find someone old and old?
He took us to the merry-go-round, four men on four horses, the machine started, and we rotated slowly.
And the demon was before me, and she said with joy: Ride.
And I looked at him laughing, and said: Ride slowly, and do not fall.
And after me Zhang loved people, and he said, ‘Yay’s.
I looked back: What?
He said, “You really want to fight?”
I said, “The form has been filled out.”
He said: “You are 80 years old.”
I said, “That’s why I have to fight.” What about the demons?
He said: Have you considered it clearly?
I said: Say it. If I die, the money will come to you.
He said, “Are you afraid I’ll take the money?”
So I laughed and said: “You will not.” You’re her grandfather.
That afternoon, we had enough fun and stopped the horses.
Zhang Amin and Wang Xiao, three men came down in tremors, held each other, found a corner, threw up hard. The demons are standing on the side, looking at us far away, with a marshmallow and a lick.
Shit, the carousel’s so exciting. A couple of old people almost died there.
Eleven.
At the end of May, there was a fine rain.
It’s time to die.
Zhang Amin picked up the demon and told me to meet him at the drumhouse. I still have a little time to stand in the neighborhood and look at the lives of those young people in the neighborhood. At this point, it’s quiet.
The sound of the car’s horn came from behind me, and I went to the door, and the car came to the door, and I shook down the window and showed a familiar face.
It was the young man who was chased that day, and there were a few people in the car. He had several new injuries on his neck, and I said hi.
I said, “Where are we going?”
He laughed, saying, “Going on a trip with friends.”
I said, “It’s raining today.”
He said, ‘The camping, it will rain, and it will roast.’
I nod and said, “Take care.”
As if he didn’t think I was saying so heavy, he dazzled, the car went forward, after the meeting, and he said, “Take care, my lord.”
I waved.
XII
Five hammers, six sweeps.
Seven muskets, eight poles what? What was that last practice?
I’m standing in the underground boxing ring.
The light was bright, the stand was filled with people, the tie in the suit was pulled and the veil was removed with elegance. Everyone stares at the battle, showing the bloodthirsty look of a hunter.
After the confrontation between the two fighters, they were called to a halt by the judges and, after the negotiations, agreed to open an additional playground. They were not wearing boxers, they were bandaged in them, they had just played a difficult game, and two children were on the move.
I walked up to the stage, put on a boxer, dressed like an old man, steady.
The referee suggested to me that if it doesn’t feel right, stop in time.
I looked back and I didn’t know how the demon was today. Did you do your homework?
Two fighters already know it’s me, jumpin’ at me.
I think about that list, bone cancer, specialist consultations, Valnodone, too many words I can’t read. I was just thinking, if it was me, how nice.
Then We said to her, “O demon, your grandfather earned 300,000.”
She’ll be happy to hold me and say, “Grandpa, you’re amazing.”
There’s a jab coming, and I’m gonna get out, push up, push under his armpit.
Eight.
One wimp, two wimp.
The next person kicked me.
Sensory’s gone. Zhang Amin, you bastard, will laugh at me. Don’t laugh, I’ll kill you someday.
I fell two steps, my toes worked, I stabilized, I turned off.
Three inches, four inches.
The two men came together, and to the left was a straight punch and a face door; to the right was a hook and a belly.
I don’t back down, one hand under the hook, one hand against the straight. Steady.
Put your hands back, push them back and blow up their noses.
Five hammers, six sweeps.
I suddenly find my chest boring and panting like a cow. You’re really old. You had a couple of hammers to hit. Two children didn’t fall, two punches in the back of my belly, and my abdomen fell and a sip of blood.
Damn, why are the lights so dark?
Seven muskets, eight poles. I learned seven, I couldn’t see eight.
Seven spasms, eight poles…
No regrets at all.
XIII
There’s a little rain in the sky.
Zhang Amin and the demon were at the door of a bank, and he bought a cup of milk tea for the demons, sitting under a tea stand, waiting for them. A car came and jumped several young people in bags and walked into the bank.
Later, there was a man on the horizon who fell and ran away with a bag in his hand.
He said, ‘Why are you still alive?’
I walked in front of him and put the bag in his hand.
I said, “No one will kill me if I don’t kill you myself.”
And when the devil came up with tears, she smote me and said: “Grandfather of the bad leaves went again to fight.”
I crouched down and touched her head.
She rubbed blood on my face and asked me, “Does it hurt?”
I said, “If it doesn’t hurt, it won’t hurt if you learn.”
And I took up the demon and said to Zhang’s beloved: Go, go home.
A shot.
Behind us, a few masked young men. They were carrying bags and looking around in a panic.
The car found a head and said, “What’s wrong?”
One said: Nothing, two masters.
His head was covered in his face, and he looked back at me and he choked. I also stopped. I recognized the car and the wound on his neck.
And We gave the demons to Zhang Zammin, and said to him: “Bring the demons away.”
He said: What?
I said, “Run!”
He knew me and killed him. Hurry! The young man shouted.
Gunfire. I pushed Zhang Amin and fell on the ground. I was not shot, and Zhang Amin was carrying a demon and running down at speed, walking around the corner and missing.
They came to me with a gun and I kneeled and raised my hands.
The gun held my head.
And the young man said, “Why are you all bruised?
We said, ‘Be like you, and fight people.’
He said, “Don’t be angry when you’re old.” Have some chrysanthemum tea.
We said: “I have been taught.”
He said, “Did you follow me?
We said, “Just passing by.”
He lamented and said, “This is life.” It’s a pity, sir, that you’re in love.
And I said, “Alas, later, you are a good joke.”
He said: ‘Bye, my lord.
I closed my eyes.
And suddenly I heard a shout from Zhang ‘ s beloved people, and he came up in small steps, close to the mountains, and the young man fell far away. He went undefeated and extended two fists, two hammers blowing up in the face of two masked men.
And I fell fast upon the last, and took him to his shoulder, and Zhang’s love turned back, and I drew out my hand at once, and struck a sling, and the man fell down with a pair of two sides.
We’re standing on the street.
I said, “What are you doing back here, asshole?”
He said, “I will not come back until you die?”
We said, “I will kill you if I don’t die.”
He said, ‘Put it down, you have said it for 60 years … Beware!’
Another shot, he pulled me and I fell down.
He kneeled slowly and covered his stomach with open wounds.
The young man raised his hand and smoked. He also tried to shoot again and the police officers who came behind him held him.
And I said, “Bitch.”
The bastard spits on a few bloods and falls on the ground, and he looks blue, trying to talk and doesn’t make a sound.
We said, “Dirt, don’t talk.” That’s how he got killed.
I climbed up and covered his belly.
We said, “Bitch, you are going to die.” Why, I didn’t kill you?
So he smiled, and now he’s got more blood than I am. He opened his mouth and his voice was soft: the breakfast shop is yours to cure the demon’s disease.
I said, “Who wants your junk shop?”
He said, ‘I have to die, Ye, you know I have to die.’
He died on my hand, and the muscles of the wound were working and he was bleeding more and more.
He said that it would cost too much to be taken to hospital by the police. Leave the money to the demons.
I said, “Don’t you fucking move. I got the money.
He just died holding my hand.
I said, “I will cure the demon.”
I felt my hands were loose, he was soft, and I couldn’t shake him, so I pressed his hands on his stomach. You’re finally dead in front of me, asshole, but why am I so upset?
Later, I heard the demon come. She cried and asked me: “What happened to Grandpa Chang?”
I said, “Grandfather Chang is homesick.”
Zhang loved the people struggled to lift their arms, and the demon’s little hand held her.
She said, “Grandpa Ip, Grandpa Zhang, let’s go home.”
I looked back and her body was wrapped in the sun. The face is overshadowed by reverse light and has become somewhat blurred.
She looked at us quietly.
And I was a bit dazzled, as if I had returned to my youth. Who was that man who sat on the field? She was wearing a straw hat, she was facing her head and looking at the clouds.
Zhang Amin ran in front of me, bitch, always faster than I wanted. I can’t keep up with that whiny panting.
She heard my voice, turned back and smiled at me.
And I stretched out my hand and said: Sister.
How do you write an anti-gang martial arts story? – Ye Xiaobai’s answer.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
