Text Chapter 110: Reunion

After Hong Liu fled back to Beiping with his youngest son Zhao Yahong, he learned that the Hong family compound had been returned to the Five Tigers of the South. After inquiring with the neighbors, the two elder brothers and all the owners of the Hong family disappeared a few days after handing over the title deed.

Hong Liu ran out of ideas, so he took his son to Hong Baixi, a relative in Beiping. Hong Baixi is Hong Baichuan's younger brother and Hong Liu's uncle, because he felt that the dart game had not developed, he set up his own door and opened a small martial arts hall in Beiping. At the beginning, the martial arts hall was also bought and sold, because of the continuous war for many years, who still came to learn martial arts, and later even the door and face room of the martial arts hall was sold by Hong Baixi, but some apprentices were accepted to teach boxing at home and collect some tuition, so that the martial arts hall could only make a living. Hong Liu teaches boxing at her uncle's house while inquiring about the whereabouts of her husband and two older brothers. Although the life is hard, it is still passable.

One day in 1950, Hong Liu heard from his uncle that the contradictory old man was hired by the Preparatory Committee of the All-China Sports Federation to serve as the leader of the martial arts group in order to revitalize Chinese martial arts. The husband may be with his old man, Hong Liu's eyes lit up, and after inquiring about the address of the old man with contradictions, he went to visit.

When he arrived at the contradictory old man, Hong Liu learned that his old man and her husband had not been in touch for many years. Hong Liu was just about to leave with a depressed face, but the contradictory old man smiled and said, "Your father Hong Baichuan is learning boxing from me." ”

When Hong Liu heard this, he looked at the contradictory old man in surprise: Father, didn't he disappear when he was seriously ill?

It turned out that the contradictory old man listened to Zhao Feilong talk about Hong Baichuan's situation, and believed that he had practiced excessively when he was young, his five internal organs were strained, and a series of accidents after he was old, so he couldn't afford to be seriously ill. The contradictory old man is confident that as long as he uses the method of nourishing qi with the mentality of being as calm as water, Hong Baichuan's serious illness can be recovered.

The contradictory old man secretly thought in his heart: Hong Kui Hongwu has a stubborn temper, and he will not listen to himself in the future, so that Hong Baichuan can nourish his energy and concentrate all year round. Hong Baichuan's illness can't have big emotional fluctuations, and joy, anger, sorrow and happiness are easy to hurt Hong Baichuan's internal organs that he strained when he was young. As......

In this way, the contradictory old man entered Hong's house at night and carried away the seriously ill Hong Baichuan. In order not to affect Hong Baichuan's mood, the contradictory old man did not reveal any information to Zhao Feilong, in case he was clamoring to see Hong Baichuan, so as to affect Hong Baichuan's mood.

In the first year, Hong Baichuan was like a vegetative person, due to the excessive consumption of energy when he was young. In addition, after seeing Zhao Feilong, he vomited blood with mixed joy and sorrow, and he was already injured by his vitality, and he couldn't even get out of bed. The contradictory old man taught him how to lie on the bed every day to regulate his breath and nourish his qi, and after a year or two of qi cultivation, Hong Baichuan could not only move on the ground, but also stand on the round pile of Yiquan.

The contradictory old man wanted to wait a little longer to tell Zhao Feilong the news, but with the escalation of the civil war at that time, and Zhao Feilong moved several times, the letters sent out each time were either returned, or there was no news in the sea.

On this day, the contradictory old man saw Hong Liu and hurriedly told her the news of her father, and took her to meet Hong Baichuan. The father and daughter are reunited, and they can't help but be happy. Hong Liu chatted with his father for a few words, and then he realized that his father had worshiped the contradictory old man as a teacher.

After a few more days, Hong Liu moved in with her son to live with her father, and the degree of joy and joy of the reunion of relatives is naturally needless to say, but deep down in her heart, she always feels a faint sourness, and she doesn't know how her husband and eldest son are doing now. Fortunately, Hong Liu knew in his heart that he was still alive and alive. After so many years of war, Hong Liu's heart feels that as long as people are alive, there is a hope.

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In this way, another forty years passed, and in the blink of an eye, in 1990, Zhao Yahong was forty-nine years old, and he still looked like he was in his early forties because he stood on a pile every day to nourish his energy. Hong Baichuan is nearly ninety years old, and his body is still strong. Grandson Zhao Bin has also been working for a year.

On this day, several members of the family gathered around and carefully studied a letter. The letter was sent by Zhao Feilong's senior brother, the old man in white, who said that he met Zhao Feilong by chance on the outskirts of Kangcheng in the south, and he was doing well, and he also accepted seven apprentices......

Zhao Feilong's senior brother, the old man in white, only remembered that he forgot to tell him about Hong Baichuan's whereabouts after leaving Zhao Feilong's house. After Hong Baichuan worshiped the contradictory old man as his teacher, he could be regarded as the elder brother of the old man in white, and the old man in white had a close relationship with Hong Baichuan, and the two had always maintained correspondence. So he wrote a letter to Hong Baichuan, telling him about Zhao Feilong's recent situation, and specifically pointed out that if Hong Liu wanted to go to the south to find Zhao Feilong, he only had to go to the town near Kangcheng to inquire, and the Zhao family who lived in the ghost house would be known to everyone in the town.

Considering his mother's advanced age, Zhao Yahong volunteered to go to Cannes to find his long-lost father. After a day's train, Zhao Yahong suddenly found that there are several small towns near Cannes, although Cannes is not a big place, each town is about an hour's bus ride from the center of Cannes. But so many small towns also have to find some work. When he inquired like this, he had an even more headache, where did he say in the letter to the old man in white, Zhao Yahong asked all the towns around Kangcheng, and no one knew about the Zhao family who lived in the ghost house. This made him worried, so he had no choice but to find a hotel near the Cannes Cultural Center to stay.

Zhao Yahong went to the town near Kangcheng every day to inquire, and half a month passed, and he did not find out the whereabouts of the Zhao family in the ghost house.

In fact, this is not surprising, entering the nineties, people's thinking has changed a lot, to say where to earn money everyone may still be more careful, this ghost house to the end of the eighties is still occasionally mentioned, just into the nineties gradually forgotten by people. The father and son of the Hong family learned the clues of the ghost house because they happened to meet the former chamber of the Zhao family. And the old man in white also learned about it at night when he heard the waiter in the hotel on night duty and was bored to pass the time and chat. Zhao Yahong just walked on the streets and alleys to inquire, where would anyone know. Even if someone knows about this ghost house in the suburbs, they can't contact the Zhao family that Zhao Yahong wants to inquire about for a while.

Zhao Yahong was in a depressed mood, and sometimes he would go to the cultural center next to the hotel. This Cannes Cultural Center is the largest mass cultural activity center in Cannes, with cinemas, table tennis, and badminton halls. But Zhao Yahong has practiced Yiquan since he was a child, and he is most interested in the Sanda Hall in the Cultural Center. In recent days, whenever he was upset because he couldn't find his father's residence, he would go to the door of the Sanda Hall to see the players fighting inside.

In the evening of this day, Zhao Yahong stood outside the door of the Sanda Hall again, watching the players fighting inside, and a teenager suddenly caught his attention.

This young man has clear eyebrows, thin eyebrows and phoenix eyes, red lips and white teeth under the straight nose bridge, he stands proudly on the field, looking heroic, but there is a bit of bookish flavor in his bones. The figure is not strong, and even compared with other team members, it is a little thin.

On the court, it was a fight, but it was better to say that two sanda players were flanking the teenager. I saw that the two sturdy team members opened their bows left and right at the young man, viciously kicking the legs, but the young man dodged left and right, easily resolving all the crises around him. It didn't take long for the two team members who were attacking the teenager to sweat profusely.

After a while, a coach-like figure standing next to him shouted, "No, no. The two of you alone are not Xiaohuan's opponents. Go up two more. ”

As soon as the words fell, the other two sturdy teenagers outside the field jumped into the field with two swishs, plus the original two team members in the field, and the four of them worked together to deal with the boy called Xiaohuan.

Looking at the young man again, he just smiled slightly, and there was no fear on his face. Alone on the field, he fought with the four team members.

The four of them had fierce fists and feet, as if they were eager to knock him to the ground, and he dodged left and right, and occasionally took the time to fight back, and he actually fought a draw with these four people alone, and his anger did not grow, and he seemed to be full of energy and did not have the slightest fatigue.

After a while, the young man took a step forward with his forefoot, followed by his hind foot, and his hind foot was half a step away from his forefoot, and his fist came from the middle side of the chest and abdomen, and the force was short.

When Zhao Yahong saw this posture, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Half-step collapse fist ?!?"

When the young man heard Zhao Yahong's shout, he was startled! He jumped out of the venue and looked at Zhao Yahong with a surprised expression.