When I woke up the next day, the sky was still dark. Fortunately, there were a lot of stars in the sky, which added some light to the night.
Grandpa Huang's room was already lit up. As the saying goes, 'Virtue is one foot tall, the devil is ten feet tall.' Grandpa Huang woke up even earlier than me.
I turned to look at You Meng's room. It was still dark. I secretly laughed in my heart: This girl is really lazy. She said it so easily yesterday, but she's still sleeping in now!
Grandpa Huang and I went to the main room. We drank a glass of water and smoked a cigarette. Looking at Grandpa Huang, who didn't move at all, I sighed with emotion.
Grandpa Huang sat upright on the chair. Even the posture of drinking water was quite straight. He looked like a scholar in the old society.
After a long time, Grandpa Huang spoke, "Zhao Long, if you have time today, go get some sand and wood."
I was puzzled and asked, "Why do you want sand?"
Grandpa Huang said, "I'm going to make you a sandbag vest and sandbag leggings. From today onwards, you'll start training your explosive strength with weights."
This was understandable. Many experts usually trained like this. They tied sandbags to their bodies and legs and trained their explosive strength with weights.
But what's the use of wood?
So I asked again, "Then what are you going to do with wood?"
Grandpa Huang said, "Make wooden dummies."
I was stunned. What era is it now? Why do people still use wooden dummies to train?
Wooden dummies, as the name implies, are made of wood and used to simulate training.
Wooden dummies have always been a unique training tool for Wing Chun. Back then, the King of Kung Fu, Bruce Lee, also had a special interest in this training method.
Wooden dummies are a kind of simulation training that combines the three sets of Wing Chun's attacking techniques, footwork, and leg techniques. It fully reflects the real Wing Chun's awareness and fighting methods.
By practicing wooden dummies, you can combine all of Wing Chun's footwork techniques into free combat.
There's a saying in a boxing theory: Turn into a bridge to find an opponent. If there's no teacher, there's no opponent.
The wooden dummy was a simple and practical martial arts equipment. It was made of wood and had a dummy holder and a dummy foot.
A small amount of flexible movement is allowed, and it can be used as simulated enemy practice.
It trains the rigidity of the contact part of the hand, the overall mobility of the whole body, and the flexibility of the footwork.
But I didn't ask. Instead, I acquiesced.
To be honest, I've never used a wooden dummy as a training tool.
He really wanted to give it a try.
It was very likely that our movements woke up our parents. They also got up early and sat on the sofa to exchange a few polite words with Master Huang.
At this moment, a loud female voice sounded from outside the door. "It's time for breakfast!"
In a flash, You Meng came in with a pot of rice. Her face was full of energy and vigor.
Only then did I realize that You Meng had already woken up. She had quietly gone to the kitchen to make breakfast for us.
He was a little touched.
After finishing You Meng's porridge, the three of us went straight to the Yellow River Beach.
The cool wind blew, the river gurgled, and there were many figures.
Practicing on the river beach had a different flavor. Grandpa Huang was very strict with me. Every movement had to be perfect.
Practicing with Grandpa Huang was really a challenge to the limits of both the body and the mind.
Grandpa Huang used a combination of physical fitness and martial arts.
Every half an hour of training, I would be given another ten minutes to train my stamina. It was the end of autumn and the beginning of winter. Although I was only wearing a thin set of sportswear, it was already soaked in sweat. Those who didn't know would think that I fell into a river and was just fished out.
But I liked the feeling of challenging my limits. When my body and mind were extremely tired, it was also when my spirit was abnormally high. Because I felt that I was improving, because I saw the direction, I was moving towards a beautiful goal. Step by step, I was getting closer and closer.
Muay Thai, Taekwondo, Karate, etc.
Under Grandpa Huang's teaching, I gradually gained a deeper understanding of these world's top martial arts.
China's Kung Fu, Jeet Kune Do, Wing Chun.
These China's martial arts were also explained very thoroughly by Grandpa Huang. Every move and style was just right and full of everything.
Time passed like this, day by day.
I worked overtime every day and improved every day.
… …
In the blink of an eye, 20 days had passed. The various martial arts tutorials were basically finished. Just when I wanted to ask Master Huang for advice, he suddenly said goodbye.
I was very anxious when I heard the news, but Master Huang refused to tell me where he was going. He only said that he was going to Jinan to meet an old friend.
I offered to go with him, but he refused.
Before Master Huang left, he gave me a martial arts notebook. It was very thick, about four to five hundred pages.
Master Huang told me that this was the experience and skills he had summed up over the past ten years. If I could understand it deeply, I would definitely be able to achieve great success.
If he wanted to leave, no one would be able to stop him.
Just like this, Master Huang came and left in a hurry.
He was like a master who roamed the world, roaming the world and traversing the four seas.
He was like a beautiful legend. No one knew his true identity, and no one knew where he went or where he ended up.
As soon as Grandpa Huang left, I felt a bit uncomfortable, but I quickly immersed myself in the intense training. I repeatedly practiced according to the notes left by my benefactor and benefited a lot.
Of course, after this, the only person who practiced with me every day was You Meng.
When I practiced, You Meng would stand on the side and watch. Sometimes she would clap, and sometimes she would help me wipe my sweat.
When we were tired, we would walk along the riverbank. Facing the cool river breeze, we would talk about everything and laugh heartily.
Sometimes, You Meng would step on the riverbank barefoot and play a game of stepping on sand. She was like a child who hadn't grown up yet, lightly jumping and laughing. Her beautiful hair fluttered, like a skilled dancer twisting her waist to her heart's content.
The sun gradually rose, reflecting her beautiful and cute face. The river sand under her feet emitted a golden light.
Under this scene, I recalled my own childhood.
And from the dream, she seemed to have evolved into my childhood playmate of the opposite sex, with innocence and playfulness.
Stepping on the sand on the Yellow River Beach was our favorite childhood game.
Perhaps it was because girls from the big city were curious, but You Meng had never played this game before.
She happily danced and rolled up her trousers high, revealing her snow-white calves and ankles.
The white and tender soles of her feet made a crisp 'patter' sound on the mud. The sand became softer and softer, and water began to seep out.
You Meng also became more and more happy. She looked at me while stepping on the sand and said excitedly, "This is so fun, so fun, my feet feel so good!"
I just added fuel to the fire and scared her. "You Meng, don't be so happy. Be careful, or you'll leak."
You Meng pouted and said, "Tsk, who would believe you? This is sand. How can it leak?"
I said, "You don't have to believe me. We call the sand of the Yellow River 'sinkhole'. Even if the riverbank is dry, you can step on it for a while.
The more you step on it, the softer it becomes and the wetter it gets. If you step on it for two hours, the sand will swallow up to your waist. "
You Meng didn't believe me. She glared at me and said, "Damn it!
I'm the one who believes you. "
However, reality didn't allow her to not believe me. After half an hour, You Meng's feet had sunk deep into the sand.
She finally believed that the sand of the Yellow River could 'eat' people.
Tired of stepping, You Meng trudged out of the sand. Her two beautiful little feet were full of muddy water. Only then did You Meng realize that something was wrong. She grumbled, "Aiya, what should I do? My feet are dirty." As she spoke, she looked around to see if there was a pool where she could wash her feet.
I smiled and said, "It's not dirty.
The sand of the Yellow River isn't dirty. "
You Meng laughed and scolded, "The sand of the Yellow River isn't dirty?
Zhao Long, Zhao Long, what are you thinking? "
I explained, "When the mud on your feet dries, your feet will be cleaner than if you wash them.
The sand of the Yellow River isn't the same as the mud of other places. It's sandy.
This fine sand of the Yellow River can be used to fry peanuts, melon seeds, and beans.
It can also be used as diapers for children. "
You Meng opened her eyes wide as if she was listening to an astronomical story.
"What?
Using sand as diapers?
Are you crazy?
You're fooling a child!
I don't believe you. "
I smiled and said, "You don't believe me.
I grew up in sand. "
You Meng burst into laughter. "Zhao Long, you're getting more and more ridiculous. If you said that you grew up playing with sand, I would believe you. But how could you grow up in sand?"
I explained, "The sand of the Yellow River is a great fortune that nature has brought to the children of the Yellow River.
Dry goods stir-fried with sand are very fragrant. Beans stir-fried with sand are also very famous.
Of course, the biggest contribution of sand to us is that it can be used as diapers. The children who grew up on the banks of the Yellow River grew up sleeping in a cloth bag filled with sand. The sand was stir-fried in a pot and then sewed into the cloth bag. It became a precious place for children to sleep in.
Not only can it save money on diapers, but it can also treat and prevent many common diseases that children have, such as red buttocks and eczema. Children who grow up in sand bags will never have these symptoms … "
You Meng listened blankly. After I finished speaking, she asked in a doubtful tone, "Is that true?
Why do I not believe it? "
I said, "If you don't believe me, you can go back and ask your mother-in-law. Or you can check on the Internet. There are some records about this."
You Meng was startled and blurted out, "My mother-in-law?"
I smiled and said, "You're my girlfriend now. Isn't my mother your mother-in-law?"
You Meng blushed and stuck out her tongue.