(Thanks to book friends "A Stone That Doesn't Want to Talk" and "The Setting Sun Like a Bloody Day" for a monthly ticket. I'm very happy.)
Xie Yu hesitated for a moment, then said: "Sister Song, I personally like music a few days ago. I composed a song myself, but I don't know if it's suitable."
Song Shihua: "Hey, I didn't expect you to have talent in this area. Xiao Xie, you are surprising me more and more. Please tell me quickly what kind of music you are making."
Xie Yu: "It's a soundtrack about war, about heroes."
Song Shihua: "Heroic? It fits the theme. Anyway, Xiao Xie, can you play it first and let me listen to it first?"
Xie Yu said: "Yes, of course it is possible, but I didn't bring any musical instruments with me on this trip!"
Song Shihua: "You didn't bring any musical instruments? That's easy to say. Tomorrow, tomorrow I will take you to see my grandpa. There are many musical instruments in his senior citizen activity center."
Xie Yu: "Okay, I'll listen to Sister Song!"
Song Shihua: "Okay, listen to me and eat quickly. Don't waste the braised food here."
Xie Yu immediately transformed into a glutton...
The next day.
Xie Yu followed Song Shihua to a very elegant courtyard house in the capital.
Xie Yu said jokingly: "Sister Song, one square meter of this kind of yard has made me struggle for several years."
Song Shihua: "It will indeed allow you to work hard for a few years, but Xiao Xie, don't think that people in the capital are rich, and no matter how expensive the house is, it can still be lived in."
"That 2.1 million yuan is probably my grandpa's life savings. I hope some of it can be recovered after it is broadcast on the TV station. Otherwise, my grandpa will have to rely on us for his retirement."
Xie Yu nodded, said nothing more, and continued walking with Song Shihua.
Just when he arrived at the courtyard, Xie Yu heard some very lively sounds, as if they were still shouting something.
Song Shihua suddenly became happy and said to Xie Yu: "It's a good day today. Let's see if my grandpa is interested in teaching in person, Xiao Xie."
Xie Yu immediately showed a very interested look and said, "Of course I am interested. It is rare to have such an opportunity."
Xie Yu followed Song Shihua and continued walking into the courtyard. Not long after, in an open space in the courtyard, he saw a white-haired and energetic old man with his hands on a young man, saying something to some people.
The old man said: "Now let me talk about the connection of Tai Chi with sinking force."
"The sinking force is the vertical downward force, which mainly comes from the weight of the body."
"Put your hands on the table and feel the soles of your feet lift off the ground, and you will develop your sinking strength."
"After mastering the sinking force, when our hands are placed on the opponent's body, the opponent will feel heavy, but we don't use much force."
At this time, no matter how hard the young man shook, he couldn't seem to get rid of the white-haired old man's hands.
The young man swung around a few times but couldn't get rid of it. He couldn't help but said: "Old man, I'm convinced. I will never speak ill of traditional martial arts again."
At this time, the white-haired old man let go of his hand and said: "You are in good health, young man. I think you have good qualifications. Are you interested in joining my Tai Chi sect? My granddaughter has just graduated from college. I think your age... .”
At this time, the white-haired old man suddenly glanced at Xie Yu, was surprised, and released his hands on the young man.
After thinking for a while, he said: "Today, I will show you another unique skill. Come on, third brother, and pull out my tumbler."
At this time, a middle-aged man in his early fifties said: "I know, Dad, after that, he led another person to push out a tumbler from under the shed at the foot of the wall."
Song Shihua also looked surprised and secretly said, "I haven't seen grandpa perform this for a long time. I'm really lucky today."
It didn't take long for Xie Yu to see the "real skill" of the white-haired old man. It was difficult for both of them to push the roly-poly, but it was like marshmallow in the old man's hands, being fiddled with.
Xie Yu also shouted hello a few times after everyone, and said to himself: "This old man must be in better health than most young people. This is why he is called Lao Ji Fufang."
But at this moment, seemingly accidentally or intentionally, the roly-poly seemed to have just been slapped by the old man. The roly-poly suddenly rushed towards Xie Yu from a distance of more than ten meters.
Xie Yu was also shocked. If such a heavy tumbler hit him or Song Shihua, it would be impossible not to be injured.
Xie Yu quickly took a lunge, and immediately used the force-transforming technique in Tianshan Zhimei's hand with his left hand, and used the Immortal Seal technique with his right hand.
The roly-poly stopped in Xie Yu's hand and quickly moved back.
But Xie Yu also realized something at this time, stepped hard on his feet, and caught up with the roly-poly at a very fast speed, using both hands at the same time.
Then he rotated the tumbler with force and direction, and brought it out from one side, and the tumbler actually flew out.
It flew more than twenty meters and landed just under the shed where the tumbler had been stored. Then it didn't move at all.
Then the scene fell silent and no one spoke.
For a long time, the white-haired old man said: "Little friend, are you here today to kick the gym or to cause trouble? I saw that my little friend has extraordinary hands. I wonder if he is an expert from that sect. Yang Zhixin, the sixth generation successor of the Tai Chi sect, has seen me."
After that, the old man gave Xie Yu a fist-cup salute, indicating that he was willing to accept Xie Yu's challenge.
At this time, the scene in the courtyard became even quieter.
Xie Yu swallowed his saliva and said, "Grandpa Yang, you're welcome. I have no sect. I just learned a few moves of Qingcheng Tai Chi from Taoist Master Ma of the Qingcheng sect."
"I don't dare to act presumptuously in front of the authentic Tai Chi disciples today. It was just a coincidence. I hope Grandpa Yang will respect his behavior."
The white-haired old man then showed a smile and said: "It turns out that you are Qingcheng Xiaoma'er's apprentice, and you can also be considered as my disciple and grandson. Your skills should be among the top among my grandsons."
"It's just that I haven't seen Xiao Maer for a few years. I didn't expect him to accept a disciple with such a good qualification as you. Those moves just now were really cunning. The waves behind you in the Yangtze River push the waves ahead!"
"By the way, what is your name? Are you married? Let me tell you, my granddaughter has just graduated from college and she is very beautiful..."
When Song Shihua was dumbfounded, she interrupted her grandfather and said, "Grandpa, this is my friend. His name is Xie Yu. Aren't you going to film your ancestor's TV series? He is the assistant director of our crew."
Only then did the white-haired old man react and said immediately: "It's good to make a TV series. How about my granddaughter's preparations for the TV show?"
"By the way, let me introduce you. The people in the courtyard are all disciples of my Tai Chi sect. They all have shooting experience. They don't care about my old man's face. They don't care about the remuneration, but we can take care of the food."
"And Lao Wang, his hometown is in the mountains on the outskirts of the country. The farmland there is now converted into forests and is somewhat abandoned. It can be used as a shooting location for you."
Xie Yu thought to himself: "This is like having an old man in the family, who is like a treasure. Judging from this situation, the 2.4 million won't be spent all the time!"
As expected, Song Shihua showed joy and said, "Grandpa, you are so awesome. I was worried about being an actor. This is a timely opportunity."
"Let me tell you something today. My friend Xie Yu can compose music. He just wrote a song for free. Why don't you try to listen to it."
The white-haired old man: "Okay, let's call this young man Xie Yu. Yes, he is a music lover like my old man, but can I make a request?"
Xie Yu was stunned for a moment and said, "Old man, you tell me, I'll listen."
The white-haired old man said confidently: "I'm the best at suona. Back then, I was always there for all the black and white happy events in the neighborhood."
"I hope to bring my suona voice to a TV series about my ancestors. I don't know if that will work."
(Thanks to book friend "Yunhe Nanfei" for his 4 recommendation votes.)
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