Weizi wore a black suit and shaved her head when she got married. He looks like a gangster bodyguard in a TV series. He used to be a bodyguard for a boss, and now he is a Sanda coach in a fitness club. Well, Weizi is over thirty this year. I first met him in the 1980s. Wei Zi at that time was not what he is now. He is short and thin, unremarkable, with prominent bones and a big head. He is introverted and shy. He always grins when he speaks, but there is not much smile on his face, so this smile makes people feel a little stiff. But I never knew that such an unknown young man was deeply obsessed with martial arts, until one night, a strange middle-aged woman came to my house and said that her son had always wanted to worship me as a teacher, but he was too embarrassed to ask. I realized that she was Wei Zi's mother. The poor inherit the wind. Someone has learned from me, even if it is my "three-legged cat" skill, I am both happy and uneasy. That night, I followed Weizi's mother to their home. Weizi saw that I was a little stiff and soon began to talk. It turns out that Weizi is very talkative. I told Weizi that there was no master or apprentice between us. We study and practice together.

I'm also a fan of martial arts, but I'm not a fan of Wei Zi. Later, Weizi was not satisfied with practicing and playing in his spare time, but wanted to be a major. With this idea, he is not at ease at work, and his parents are not less worried. That year, Weizi signed up enthusiastically and went to Wuhan to be a soldier. Two years later, he retired from the army and went to the club. Weizi returned to his original unit. Two years of military life has brought many changes to Weizi. He is strong and lean, but what remains unchanged is his fascination with martial arts. He told me that he kept training in the army, and I could see it from the muscle lines on his arm, but what I couldn't see was that his personality was also changing.

One Sunday, Wei Zi showed me a video of Bruce Lee's The Raptors Crossing the River. It was the first time we saw Bruce Lee's film. Bruce Lee's superb martial arts and unique temperament make our blood boil. Unexpectedly, after the screening, Weizi immediately staged a real "Raptors Crossing the River". After the rest, Weizi kept staring at the young people walking in front and was absent-minded when talking to me. Suddenly, he rushed up and put his left hand on the back neck of one of the young people. The man was suddenly pushed forward and took two steps. He was about to turn around when Wei Zi punched him in the face like lightning and he fell to the ground. I stood there, and for a moment I didn't know what had happened. Several friends with him were still in town. I looked at the man who fell to the ground again. In just a few seconds, his face has been repaired in a colorful and horrible way, which reminds me of Zheng Tu who was beaten by Lu Tai. "It seems to be paved with colored silk."

At this time, Weizi blinked at me, and we walked out of the video hall in tandem, got on the bus and left quickly.

On the way, Weizi told me that when watching videos, that boy always kicked a pair of smelly feet on the chair. Weizi motioned for him to take his feet away several times. He may ignore the crowd and deliberately find fault. Weizi decided to leave him alone until he finished watching the movie, so he staged the scene just now. Not long after, Wei Zi taught several drunkards in his work unit with the same quick and fierce tricks, and made these guys who dominated the party obey.

Weizi is good at fighting, good at fighting. Do it when you should, and sometimes when you shouldn't. But I always feel that Wei Zi's fighting is a little different from ordinary fighting. I don't know what is hidden in Weizi's character. He has a simple and gentle side and a violent and aggressive side. Wei Zi once told me a lot about his combat experience, and I listened to it with relish like a storyteller. Weizi is not good at talking, but he has a unique expression in the narrative of fighting. Everything he has repaired belongs to the type of "looking for a smoke" and "needing a beating". Wei Zi punched and punched, which relieved the anger of some people who wanted to do but dared not do it.

I always feel that Weizi's battle is anti-secular. He used his fist to talk to those annoying and disliked arrogant faces, and his kung fu, coupled with his extraordinary wild, fierce and brave speed, vented his depression and resentment again and again, which also made many fake kung fu people who only boasted but didn't know how to practice hard avoid it.

We are still practicing martial arts together, and his yard has become our training ground. Weizi's father, an engineer, is very supportive of Weizi. I have never seen such a supportive father. At that time, it was not easy to buy enough targets, sandbags, gloves and other sports equipment. Weizi's father designed it himself. He paints, and Weizi's mother sews, which is as good as buying.

It was an unforgettable time for me. Before training, we should listen to a piece of Jackson's rock music to arouse our emotions, and then come to the yard, put on gloves, roll around, bow left and right, kick far and near, fall close to the body, often with black eyes and bruises all over, but feel happy and confident as a man, as well as youthful vigor and fierceness.

Wei Zi's dream before he became a soldier has been lingering in his mind. He is not satisfied with punching and kicking in his spare time. He went to the provincial capital alone and found the coach of the provincial team. When the coach asked him why he wanted to practice Sanda, Wei Zi said, nothing, just like, like this masculine sport. A word touched the famous senior coach. He accepted Wei Zi and later accompanied him to Wuhan Institute of Physical Education. Weizi quit his job without hesitation and went to Wuhan again to pursue his dream.

Wei Zi's family dotes on him very much, which is slightly similar to my family. Put yourself in others' shoes. I think people who grow up in this environment have some kind of unhealthy psychology more or less. Wei Zi once told me this: I was born too humble, too humble, and I want to let others notice me in my own way, and I can't underestimate me. The idea itself seems a little paranoid.

However, Weizi did it-really, no one dared to look down on him.

I think the ability of gluttony is cultivated from childhood.

I don't remember what my grandmother looks like, but I still remember the snacks she bought me. In my impression, my grandmother's most painful grandson is me. Every time you come to see me, you bring me a big bag of snacks. My mother said that my grandmother brought me up when I was four years old. Later, my grandmother died and my grandfather took care of me. At that time, my family was poor, and my parents rushed for three meals all day. At that time, smoking a little rock sugar was something worthy of friends' envy. Grandma brought me snacks, not only small rock candy pieces, but also apricot meat, dried bayberry and some unknown preserved fruits. I always bring enough to eat for two or three days. Unfortunately, before grandma died, I would only look at her from a distance and dare not go near her. My mother said that at that time, what my grandmother wanted most was to hold my little hand. And I, because I was young and afraid of death, never realized my grandmother's wish. The most valuable thing my grandmother left me was Yu Pei's works. Every time I see that photo of Yu Pei, I think of her and her love for my youth.

Grandpa has been taking care of me since grandma died. By that time, mom and dad will still be very busy. And the family is poor. Grandpa is a famous old Chinese doctor in our town. After he retired from the People's Hospital, he opened a small clinic at home. Grandpa was a rich man at that time. Grandpa likes to buy me candy and that sweet Shaqima. So that people on the street later called him Grandpa Sugar. At that time, eating a pack of Baiyun brand instant noodles was a very happy thing. And you can eat it almost every day. As long as I'm fine. When I was young, I was very likable. I will pack medicine for grandpa, so he will buy me a pack of Baiyun brand instant noodles at night. I still remember the appearance of that packet of instant noodles, a red packaging bag. There is a big bowl of noodles on the front of the bag, with two cut eggs, chopped green onion and three shredded pork. On the back of the bag, there are three instructions to teach you how to make instant noodles. The villain in the picture is a little boy with the Beatles hairstyle. Seeing the way he eats noodles, he can't wait to eat. Later, the family became rich, and there were more and more kinds of instant noodles, but after eating so much, I still miss Baiyun brand sesame oil and spice instant noodles. Grandpa also likes instant noodles, but now he is old, and his father says instant noodles are very hot and he won't eat them. Grandpa only likes vegetarianism now. I think, when I work and earn money, I must take my grandfather to eat that good vegetarian meal.

When I was in the third grade of primary school, my family had moved to a new house. At that time, my mother took me to school. On the morning of every exam, I will go to a small shop on Mango Street at the main entrance of the school to eat fried dough sticks and deliver rice porridge. Every time I finish the exam, I will go to Shuangbai. I also often go to the bakery next to that small shop. I like to eat something with cream between two pieces of bread. Now I know it is called sandwich. Besides, I sometimes eat a bowl or two of cakes after school and then go home. Later, I changed my route to school and took the back door. My mother says it's faster this way. Later, I became a frequent visitor to the pig rice rolls store at the back door of the school. Looking back now, the pork rolls in that store are the best I have ever eaten. Later, when I was in middle school, the store had changed owners, and the taste was definitely not as good as before. Now, when you walk through that street, you won't stop to have a look. Looking for some traces of childhood life. Whenever I am confused, I will think of the past. Although I was young and ignorant when I was young, my troubles were much less than now.

When I was in middle school, the middle school I attended was not far from my home. At that time, I got up early, maybe it was a habit I developed since I was a child. If the school doesn't open too early, I will go to a breakfast shop on the corner next to the school for breakfast. The most famous one there is beef brisket powder, and many people crowded there to eat. Because I came early and there were few people, the boss always put more brisket in my bowl. He thinks I am a diligent student. Indeed, I was diligent in junior high school. I study hard every morning, so when I graduated from grade three, I was admitted to my alma mater, the best middle school in town. If I had worked hard, maybe I wouldn't have failed in the college entrance examination. Diligence can make up for it The words of the ancients have been proved by practice. After all, few geniuses in the world can achieve great success without reading or studying. Now that I'm in college, I rarely have the opportunity to go shopping again. Occasionally bring my brother home, and I will go to the small shop with him to taste the beef brisket powder there.

When I went to college, whenever I had breakfast, I would miss the small shop in my hometown, or even a lobster sauce at home to send rice porridge. I have been out for a year, and my homesickness is self-evident. Everyone who knows me knows that I am a veritable greedy cat, and I think eating is the most affectionate thing.