Chapter 130: I will show you!

In 1989, San Francisco.
"Master, Master" Wang Yang stumbled into the small courtyard, looking at the white-haired old man who was slowly punching under the tree in front of him, and walked angrily over the night, said: "Master, you must teach I have some great moves. I want to beat all those bastards. "
The old man with white hair is wearing a gray Chinese costume. Although he is old, his body is very healthy. His wrinkled face is full of spirit and his eyes are calm and calm. Hearing this tender voice, he looked at it. Sure enough, his closed disciple was dirty all over again, with a few blood marks on his face, and he fought again.
He likes the little grandson Lao Wang very much, otherwise he will not accept this little guy as a close disciple. This little guy not only has excellent martial arts qualifications, but also has perseverance and cleverness at a young age, and is very happy to coax people. This kind of person grows up to be a "world boy", not something in the pool. But there is one thing that makes him feel very headache, this little guy is sometimes very impulsive, loves heroes, fights
In Chinatown for decades, he has seen too many changes and how many "Shizai" have become gang leaders, so the son of Pharaoh asked him to learn boxing, he did not agree, because he I was afraid that the son of Pharaoh would go astray; and now that the times are different, the little guy is studying in a foreigner school outside and is destined to walk out of Chinatown, so he recruited this apprentice to teach him kung fu and teach him the culture of Tangshan ...
But if the little guy has lost his temper since childhood, he will sooner or later suffer a loss. The white-haired old man can't help but sigh, and stops his hands and feet. He took a towel on the copper basin rack and wiped his hands. Fighting hard and not teaching "
Wang Yang's expression of disappointment suddenly reflected his eyes, and explained: "No, Master, I'm hoeing to help the weak. Recently a girl came from school, Jessica, she was always bullied. , And then I just ... "He whispered his fists a few times, wrapped around the old man, and said with a smile:" I will help her run those bastards, but they are too many people, I was also beaten badly, So you must teach me a stronger kung fu, like Bruce Lee, ah, check me to clean them up. "
The old man with white hair looked at him for a long time and asked, "Don't lie to me? Are you helping someone?" Wang Yang squinted his eyes and kept nodding. She came here to testify to me, but she was very shy, and her dad was very fierce, I do n’t know if I could come.
The old man suddenly patted his small head and said,
You want to fight,
Wang Yang was killed by him After disassembling his mind, he had to touch his head with a smile and said, "A little bit"
"I don't understand the words of foreigners when I speak Tangshan's words." The old man said quietly. Wang Yang nodded with a smile, followed him to the house, and said, "But I really helped her. She thanked me very much, and thank you very much, Master, just teach me, let me beat the flattered people. Is n’t learning kung fu just for this? "
"Xiaoyang, it's not about killing people on the battlefield. Practicing boxing is just to strengthen the body." The old white-haired man looked back at him and said seriously: "And you remember, there is never any invincible kung fu in the world, don't think you can I have played dozens of people. Without this kind of kung fu, Bruce Lee is just a movie. "
Wang Yang shook his head indifferently, his hands stretched out eight fingers, and said, "Master, I don't want to beat dozens of people, just beat eight people." The white-haired old man smiled lightly and turned to the house. He walked and said, "Do not teach." Looking at the old man's back, Wang Yang gritted his teeth and made a low voice of "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!", His fist waved and scolded: "Damn Wu Lao Gui ..."
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In 2001, San Francisco.
After hurriedly leaving the Xuelan Theater, Wang Yang and Jessica rushed to the Los Angeles International Airport and took a late flight back to San Francisco. When the two arrived at the hospital where Old Man Wu was, it was already early in the morning.
Yesterday morning, old man Wu was fine, drinking morning tea as usual, and playing chess with old friends; in the afternoon, he suddenly passed out, and his family called the ambulance to take him to the hospital; the doctor said Old Wu's body and multiple organs have been exhausted, and they must be mentally prepared. Old Wu, who was awakened, told his family that he knew he was going to die and could not be saved, so they asked Wang Yang to come back to see the last side.
They all know that among all the apprentices, Wang Yang is the most nervous and dearest of the elderly, even more so than his grandchildren. In the past, there were often complaints such as "Grandpa likes Wang Yang more than me." So no one dared to neglect the old man's final request and immediately contacted Wang's family, and then Mother Wang immediately called his son and informed him of the news.
In the hallway chairs outside the ward, Old Man Wu's apprentice, son-in-law, and granddaughter Wu Yue studying at the University of San Francisco; and father Wang and mother Wang are all there.
"Huh, Huh ..." Wang Yang, who was running wildly, looked at them panting, sweat dripping from his forehead, his face full of anxiety, and he couldn't say a complete word for a while: "I, I ...... "Mother Wang stepped forward and stroked her son's back, said:" Xiaoyang, your master is still there. "Wang Yang suddenly showed a bitter smile, nodded, and gasped before saying:" Uncle Wu and Aunt Wu " , Mom and Dad, Yetta ... What the hell, you should inform me earlier "
"Xiaoyang, we have called you back for the first time." Father Wang also patted his son's shoulder and said, "Everyone is sad, don't do this." Uncle Wu and Aunt Wu both sighed, and Wu Yue also comforted He said: "Yang, Grandpa knows that you have won 7 awards, he is very happy."
"I'd rather not have one." Wang Yang whispered sadly in his eyes. He was supposed to be happy and happy. Why did it suddenly happen though the seniority of the master is normal, but ... they can never practice boxing together in the future? He wiped the sweat on his forehead and blinked his red eyes and asked, "Can I go in to see him now?" Seeing Uncle Wu nodded, he opened the door of the ward and went in.
At this time, Jessica, who was behind, also came quickly. She was still dressed for the award ceremony, but only changed a pair of jeans. She gasped slightly and looked at the crowd. Mother Wang gave her a smile and said, "Jessie, he's in the ward." Jessica nodded with a smile.
Wang Yang walked into the ward, gently brought the door, and walked lightly to the bed. Old Man Wu lay on his back on the bed, with a breathing mask on his face, and a ventilator and other instruments were placed beside the bed. Old Man Wu fell asleep calmly, and it seemed that there was no difference in peace ... Wang Yang sat down on the chair, looking at this familiar, wrinkled old face, he felt very painful, a decent person, why If you can say you die, you die ...
He held Wu's old man's rough right hand in his hands, and softly called, "Master, I'm here. It's me, Xiao Yang, Ji Fei ..." Ji Fei was the watch that Wu Wu gave him on his 18th birthday word. Although he usually forgets that he still has such a word; from the age of 18, old Wu called him almost all called Ji Fei, when he was serious, he called Wang Yang.
Seeing that Old Man Wu was still asleep, he didn't cry again, but just looked at the old man silently. At this time, the door of the ward was gently opened, and he glanced back at the master. Soon his shoulder was gently pressed by a hand, and there was a soft voice in his ear: "Yang, the Lord will bless us." He murmured lowly, his hands slowly clenched tightly, even I didn't even notice it.
"Is it Ji Fei ..." Old Man Wu opened his eyes slowly, his eyes very muddy, completely lacking the spirit of the past. Suddenly, Wang Yang's heart suddenly nodded and responded: "Well, Master, it's me, I'm here." Hearing his voice, Old Man Wu's eyes lit up, and his eyes gradually became enlightened, his left hand turned away Breathing mask, said: "It's really uncomfortable to wear this thing."
Seeing him recovering, Wang Yang laughed and couldn't help but think in the direction of optimism, laughing: "Master, are you scaring me? Look at you like this. We can live a few more years. We will immediately go to a better hospital. Trust me, you will be fine.
Although I basically ca n’t understand what he ’s talking about, Jessica smiles grinningly at him. I was relieved in my heart.
"No, I know myself, it's just back to the light." Old Wu laughed weakly, feeling that his body became a little bit weak, but his thinking was still very clear, saying: "I am 87 years old, now It ’s okay to go, you do n’t have to be sad for the master.
Wang Yang frowned again, and refused to believe in any glorious reflection, insisting:
No, Master, you will be fine.

Old Man Wu looked at his heroic face, a lot of phantoms of his childhood appeared in front of him, and raised his hands weakly, to touch Wang Yang's face, he said: "You grow so big in the blink of an eye." Wang Yang He hurriedly lowered his body and leaned over to put the night, holding the old man's hand on his face, smiling bitterly: "Well, Master, I grew up. Live a few more years, don't you want to see me and Jessie Marriage card, see my son, my daughter? "
Hearing his name vaguely, Jessica smiled at Old Man Wu and said in English: "Master Wu, you need to take good care of your body." Listening to Yang seemed to translate her words, she sighed in guilt and quietly She made a determination underground that she wants to learn Chinese
"Hehehe" Old man Wu suddenly laughed weakly. It turned out that the person was going to die, and he really remembered many things. He remembered that day, the little apprentice haunted him what he wanted to learn, and said he wanted to protect A girl ... He said: "Ji Fei, is this Jessica the girl you wanted to protect when you were 9 years old? You fought every day at that time ..." Wang Yang nodded, and Old Man Wu said seriously: "Don't take it anymore. Fighting around, do n’t squat in jail anymore, no matter who you become a relative with in the future, your children ca n’t forget their books, do n’t even understand Tangshan dialect. Wang Yang, you know?

"I know, I know." Wang Yang nodded non-stop, rubbing the old man's hand with his face, and choked a little: "Master, I know, I won't go to jail again ... I promise you everything." He became sad again, and Jessica suddenly looked sad, squeezing his shoulder comfortably.
"Then I walked and walked happily." Old man Wu said with relief, his face had gradually regained the bleak and dying color from the brilliance just now. Wang Yang's eyes became red, and there was a sorrow in his heart that kept turning. Does the master really want to go? Old man Wu said slowly: "I heard Xiaoyue say that you won another 7 grand prizes tonight."
Wang Yang wiped tears from the corners of his eyes and nodded with a smile: "Well, Master, many awards"
Old man Wu smiled reluctantly. The little guy did not let him down and became a great person. He also scrambled for the Chinese and looked back at him. He said, "At that time, we will sit down. When the ship came to Citi, the wind and the waves, when he came to Jinshan, he didn't have any money on his body. He was rushed to Chinatown by the foreigners ... What good is it to fight well, useless, Wang Yang, see you now have This achievement, the master died without regret. "
"Master ..." Wang Yang's tears suddenly burst out. Old Man Wu reproached with strength and said, "What is weeping is weird?" Wang Yang sniffed his nose, holding back the tears in his eyes, and listening to Old Man Wu said: "The movies you are making now, the master watch I do n’t know very well, but Xiaoyue said you ’re amazing, what kind of miracle director, you are in the newspapers and TV, and won those amazing awards ... the master is really dead without regrets, dead without regrets ... your movies The show is well filmed, and we must strive for it ... On the ship, we all said that Citi must be ahead of the crowd ... At that time, it was really bitter, you have to fight for it, make a good movie, earn money to win an award ... "
Listening to his incoherent words, and those eyes that became muddy and godless, Wang Yang couldn't help it any longer, and the tears could not stop flowing down, shouting loudly, "Master, don't you go? You have two years to live, just two years. "His tears fell on the old hand, choking with words:" I will show you the Oscar immediately. The most controversial and great award, okay? I take the best director. , Okay? Don't go ... I take the best director "
He cried aloud, grabbed the master's hand tightly, and cried, "Take a lot and a lot, will you take the first one the next year? I promise not to go, don't you want to see me fighting?"
Seeing that the beloved was so grief-stricken, Jessica's eyes also turned red, and his hands pressed against his trembling shoulders, silently comforting him silently.
"Xiao Yang ..." There was a blush flashed on Wu Old Man's face, and he said "Xiao Yang" which he hadn't said for a long time. He seemed to be awake again, but Wang Yang hadn't had time to rejoice and heard him. Incoherent words: "I have no regrets ... you become a biological son, what prize do you get ... you have to fight, don't go to jail, you know? You remember what you said, you promised me ... When you get to Citi, you want to stand out, Want to fight ... "
"I remember, Master, I promised you ..." Wang Yang nodded in tears and looked at the pale old man Wu slowly closed his eyes. He hurriedly pulled the breathing mask back and loudly Shouted: "Help, doctor, come on—" Jessica hurriedly pressed the call button on the bedside, and ran out of the room for help.
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Old man Wu still left, maybe he went under Jiuquan, maybe he went to heaven, and he left the world forever. The entire funeral was very quiet and quiet, because the old man was 87 years old, so his family apprentices and friends were not too sad. Wang Yang in a black suit was very silent from beginning to end. He watched Old Man Wu lie in Coffin, watching the coffin cover, watching the casket buried ...
When he poured the shovel of soil onto the coffin with his own hands, when he looked at the tombstone with the name of Old Man Wu erected, and when he put the flowers beside the tombstone, Wang Yang knew that the master had really gone, that love His stern, kind master was gone. He can no longer hear the calm voice, can not see the old face, scold, encourage, smile ... all these can only be found in memory and video photos.
He now understands what it is like to lose a loved one, sad, sad, lonely ... Very unbearable, never want to come again for a second time and he has a new feeling for the transformed story Martial King Kun Sheng made the sacred king to kill the God Seal Throne in the night and begged for the most powerful Ao Nine Chongtian Royals will kill the Ao Chongtian the strongest abandoned the night Kill the gods and seals the throne to seek the devil Ao Ninth Chongtian strongest to abandon the young Da Zhou dynasty to create the gods will kill the gods and seals the throne to the strong Ao Nine Zhong Tian the strongest to abandon the young Da Zhou dynasty and understand that after Wiggs transformed, his wife He didn't die with his parents and all his loved ones, but he died. He lost all his loved ones all at once. What kind of desolation is that?
Looking at the missing moon in the night sky on the balcony of the hotel apartment, Wang Yang squeezed his empty beer can into a ball, threw it on the ground, opened a bottle and poured a few sips, and suddenly his ear suddenly fainted. Hearing a scolding: "Wang Yang, those who learn martial arts can't indulge, take care of his body." He couldn't help but laughed mockingly, put the beer on the side table, and said to himself: "Wu Lao Gui , Satisfied. "
Just when he was silent again, the phone on the table suddenly vibrated, and he took his hand to take a look, Natalie Portman ... he was half lying on the wicker chair, and took it. Tong, said calmly: "Hello, Natalie."
"Yang, good evening." Natalie's voice seemed very soft, without any previous style. She said sincerely: "I'm sorry for the death of your master, I'm sorry. This is very sad. , But do n’t let yourself be too sad, okay?
Wang Yang shrugged his shoulders and said to the phone:
It ’s nothing, I ’m fine. My master is 87 years old, and he walks happily, nothing. "
Natalie laughed softly: "Well, you can rest assured that I said, I know you are strong." Wang Yang smiled and said a little strangely: "Natalie, your tone is like me It ’s really unaccustomed to speak.
Natalie over there hushed, and then both of them were quiet, naturally there was no mood to joke.
After a while, when Wang Yang was going to say "just like this", Natalie suddenly said: "Yes, Yang, maybe I shouldn't mention it, but today ... today is my birthday."
Wang Yang was startled. Was it her birthday today? Then I remembered this matter. It seems that today is indeed her 20th birthday. She had invited him to New York to join her celebration party a few days ago, and it is better not to bring Jessica ... Too. He shook his head with a sigh and liked the 20th birthday of his two girls, neither of which was a fond memory.
With a faint smile on his face, he blessed: "Well, Natalie, happy birthday." Anyway, he is not happy anymore. Natalie over there whispered again, "Dude, I will save your sentence first, and then wait for you to recover, then I will take it out and use it. Otherwise it is wasted now, your voice makes I can't be happy. "
Wang Yang did not pretend to be in his mood anymore, and said calmly, "Well, save it first," Natalie replied, "OK, man, so good night." Wang Yang said good night, and ended the call. With that distant moon in mind, he remembered the words of Old Man Wu before he died, and the promise he made himself, he would not go to jail again, he wanted to fight.
As for the best and best Oscar director after two years? Is this one of his promises? Wang Yang blinked silently, he agreed to the master's, then try his best to do it. Be sure to do the best in the "Ninth District". The details of the story and the lines need to be well written. The actors ’ Perform interpretations, scenes, edit soundtracks ... you have to do 200% and 300%
No matter which awards have on-site and off-site factors, the first thing is that you have to have a movie that is impressive and convincing. This is a ticket. When "District Nine" allows the audience and media critics to give thumbs up, they all say "It's a shame for America if it doesn't enter the Oscar" Voucher, only to have the opportunity to fulfill the promise.
But even if you get an admission ticket, it is obviously not easy to win the award, because no matter the style of the movie, or his age, skin color and seniority; all these things add up, and then let the old guys of the college put the "Oscar most "Director Jia" was awarded to him, which is almost a fool's dream and impossible.
"Haha" Wang Yang smiled and shook his head, telling himself that it might not be possible to think about it, it was stupid to think about it, all he had to do now was get tickets and take the stories he wanted to shoot well. Laughing loudly against the night sky, "Master, although you didn't stay, will I show you just two years later?"
At this time, Jessica, who had just taken a bath and wore a set of pajamas, came out. She kissed him in the face and sat down in the wicker chair next to her, asking, "Yang, what were you talking about?" Wang Yang Slightly smiled and said: "Some stupid things." He turned to look at her, said with interest: "Jessica, I will tell you some interesting things about my master, well ... I was 10 years old at that time. ... "
Jessica smiled sweetly and listened quietly to his story.
[Niu Wen no advertising novel dedication]