Meng Jingfei took a deep breath, feeling excited.
This grandmaster was standing right in front of him.
He admired Ye Wen from the bottom of his heart. It was precisely because of such patriots that Huaxia could rise again.
In the future, they would become one of the two superpowers in the world, a superpower that could compete with the United States.
All of this could not be separated from the efforts of these ancestors.
"Hello, this is my family heirloom. How did you know it's called Wing Chun?”Meng Jingfei pretended not to know.
Ye Wen smiled, but surprise flashed in his eyes.
He casually made a Wing Chun fist stance, then looked for a bridge and threw out his hands one by one. He smiled and said,"Do you think my Wing Chun Fist is the same as yours?”
"So you know Wing Chun Fist too. How should I address you, uncle?" Meng Jingfei asked.”
Ye Wen smiled." My surname is Ye. Do you know who your master is?"”
Meng Jingfei nodded." Oh, it's Master Ye. I heard my parents mention it before. My family's master is Old Master Chen Huashun. Later, our ancestors were tricked into working as miners to build the railway. They took root here and Wing Chun became my family's martial arts.”
"I saw you punch with full force. Why didn't you enter Bright Jin?”Ye Wen asked.
"Bright Force?" Meng Jingfei was stunned. What's that?"
"Didn't your parents tell you?" Ye Wen frowned.”
Meng Jingfei shook his head." My parents don't know about this either. My boxing was taught by my grandfather. It's just that my grandfather passed away early and didn't tell me the details of this Wing Chun Fist."”
Ye Wen couldn't help but sigh, No wonder…”
Wan Ruonan could not help but interject,""I know about Bright Force. It is a form of control over one's strength in the martial arts of the martial arts world.”
"All the strength in the body is twisted into one, and the sound of the force is like thunder piercing the ears. It is called Bright Force, right? Uncle."
"Little girl, how do you know all this?" Ye Wen couldn't help but reveal a surprised expression.”
"My father taught me." Wan Ruonan giggled.
"Who is your father?" Ye Wen was surprised.
"My dad is the president of the Chinese Association. Uncle Ye, you must know my dad, right?”
Ye Wen smiled. Not only did he know him, but he had also personally visited him yesterday. It was just that the conversation was not pleasant.
Meng Jingfei's heart skipped a beat. Ye Wen was right in front of him. He wondered if he could get Ye Wen to teach him some Wing Chun Fist techniques.
"Uncle Ye, are you also a senior in Wing Chun?" he asked immediately. Can you teach me boxing?"
Ye Wen was stunned. The face of his son, Ye Zheng, flashed across his mind.
His son also wanted to learn boxing, but…he didn't want to teach him boxing.
What was the use of practicing boxing? In the future, where would martial artists like them find a place in society?
He sighed and smiled." Study hard. Find a better job in the future."”
Meng Jingfei knew the plot and also knew what Ye Wen was thinking. He shook his head and said,""I like to practice boxing. It's passed down in my family. It's the only way I can keep in touch with my parents.”
Ye Wen's heart trembled. He was suffering from head and neck cancer and did not have much time left.
Just as Meng Jingfei said, if he passed away and only his son Ye Zheng was left, the last connection between him and Ye Zheng would probably be Wing Chun.
Slightly silent, Ye Wen patted Meng Jingfei's shoulder: ""There will be a chance. I'll send the two of you back. It won't be good if those white kids come again.”
The two of them nodded and got on the bus with Ye Wen.
On the bus, Ye Wen asked the two about their situation in school and whether the phenomenon of bullying on campus often occurred.
Meng Jingfei naturally had nothing to say, while Wan Ruonan kept nodding.
"This kind of thing is very common. In school, those white people like to bully us Chinese.”
As she spoke, she took out a piece of white paper and rolled it into a cone. She handed it to Meng Jingfei and said,"Big Brother Meng, hold this for me."
Meng Jingfei held her up. She took out a pair of scissors and fixed her broken hair. The broken hair scattered on the white paper.
Ye Wen looked out of the window and sighed in his heart. It was so chaotic overseas. He did not know if it was good or bad for Ah Zheng to come here to study.
"Uncle Ye, why did you come to our school?”Wan Ruonan asked.
Ye Wen smiled,"I'm helping my son apply for admission."”
"Then you must have met my dad? My dad wrote you a recommendation letter, right?"
Ye Wen shook his head and smiled." Actually…your father didn't write a letter for me."”
"Why? You're not a foreigner." Wan Ruonan was shocked.
"Your father hates foreigners?" Ye Wen frowned.”
Wan Ruonan nodded." Yes, he said that foreigners are all bad. When he came here with his grandfather when he was young, this place was already like this. The treatment of us Chinese here has always been unfair.”
"That's why Dad established the Chinese Association to protect us Chinese.”
Ye Wen nodded. He couldn't help but recall the memories of when he was young and the foreigners invaded China.
As the three of them talked, they had already returned to Chinatown.
In the Chinese headquarters, Wan Zonghua was practicing Tai Chi when he saw his daughter bringing Ye Wen and a young man. He couldn't help but frown.
He looked at his daughter's hair and said coldly,""Did you fight with someone else again?"
"No, I haven't." Wan Ruonan said coldly. She hated her father's attitude.
Wan Zonghua's face darkened." Ruonan, you know that I hate liars the most. Let me ask you again. Did you get into a fight?"”
"I didn't!" Wan Ruonan said firmly.”
Wan Zonghua was furious and raised his hand to hit her. Meng Jingfei had expected this and immediately pulled Wan Ruonan over and said in a deep voice,""President Wan, I can prove that Ruonan really didn't fight. It was someone else who bullied her.”
Wan Zonghua narrowed his eyes and said coldly,""Who are you? Since when did you have the right to care about my family's matters?”
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