In the dream world, there are constellations that have never been seen before, an unbelievable number of stars, and the moon right in front of you.

In the night sky, the purple air mass nebula is still shining and looks extremely bright.

When he woke up from his dream for the first time, he realized that he had not seen the girl.

In the dream, they could feel each other's breathing, but they just didn't know who the other person was.

And in the dream, Takiichi didn't seem to have any doubts about not knowing who she was.

Putting down his bow and arrow, his cheeks were covered with too many beads of sweat after practicing for an hour. He picked up a wet towel from the maid's tray and wiped it on his face over and over again. He looked at the diary, and his fingertips unconsciously

Pinch it at the corner and slowly open it.

"Who is that person? What is her name?"

Although I had no doubts about everything about her in the dream, in reality all these thoughts were destined to go in the opposite direction.

Falling into this kind of emotion should have started from the day I first dreamed about it.

"That day, in the dream when the comet streaked across the sky, it was like a dreamy scenery. It was really unparalleledly beautiful..."

Same time, different place.

The world seemed to be split in two from the middle, cut into two pieces.

Different men and women held diaries and wrote roughly the same words. At this moment, their dreams and thoughts were synchronized.

"The extremely beautiful scenery makes us think that if we meet in a certain place someday, we will definitely recognize each other."

The man and woman, whose fingernails rested on the paper, raised their heads and looked at the sky in each other's direction.

Suddenly I thought so strongly about what if the world was so cruel.

Then, with the loneliness I experienced in my dream, I would think about praying for each other in the distance.

Even if we are separated by two time and space, even if it is difficult to meet each other in reality, we will continue to struggle and will not compromise with this world.

"My name is... Hirai Takiichi, your name is???"

"My name is... Bae Zhuhyun, your name is???"

Turning a new page, a sketch appeared in the diaries of Long Yi and Bae Zhu Hyun.

One stroke after another, the figures of each other in the dream gradually appeared on the white paper.

Even so, I still can't compare the scenery in my memory.

For example, in this sketch, only the face is blank.

"When will we know what she looks like?"

He closed the notebook and tried to fill in the imaginary face with a pen, but later he erased those lines with the help of an eraser.

"Want to cross it out?"

The diary asked him. In an instant, some kind of prayer-like emotion flowed through Takiichi's heart.

Although he held the pen and crossed it out vigorously, he thought it was just a sudden change in the sound of the scene in the dream.

Perhaps Takiichi is still looking forward to seeing supernatural scenes in her dreams one day, such as her turning around or her face no longer covered by a halo. That will mean that the two time and space of dreams and reality will be connected.

Are we together?

After the bow and arrow training was over, Longyi walked to the vertical wooden dummy on one side and started to practice Wing Chun in the posture of a two-pointed sheep and horse.

"In Wing Chun, there is no apprenticeship ceremony, only a fist opening ceremony. The first move taught by the master to the apprentice is considered as apprenticeship."

On August 16, 2007, Mr. Ip Chun, the son of Ip Man, arrived in Tokyo with key disciples of the Wing Chun Sports Association. They conducted a week-long publicity and exchange in ten primary and secondary schools in the city, and then stayed in Tokyo for about half a month.

Introduced by director Takeshi Kitano, Takiichi paid his tuition at a conversation and became Mr. Ye Zhun's apprentice.

At that time, he was already 83 years old, but he persisted in finishing a complete set of small ideas, and since then he has often taught himself remotely through video calls.

In the remaining time, it was up to Takiichi to practice on his own.

"Are there different realms in Wing Chun?" Longyi asked when he met Ye Chun for the first time.

"Three realms: Last night the west wind withered the green trees, and I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked at the end of the world. This is the first realm."

In the impression, Ye Zhun tapped the lighter with trembling hands to light his pipe.

"The clothes you wear get wider and wider, but you don't regret it anymore, and you feel haggard because of the beauty. This is the second state.

I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, but suddenly I looked back and found that person in a dimly lit place. This is the third realm." (from the Xu Zhiyuan interview variety show, "Thirteen Invitations" Ye Zhun special)

"Do you think Wing Chun will die out one day?"

After studying for a year, Takiichi asked this question during a video call.

That time, Ye Zhun lit his pipe as usual and took a few puffs before speaking.

"Continue~~"

In the first five years of initial learning, HK will send one or two professional teachers to stay in Kagaya to conduct one-on-one training with him.

Later it evolved into one-to-one and one-to-two practical teaching.

During this period, Takiichi practiced his anti-beating ability without protective gear. The coach who fought him used Sanda, boxing, judo and various Chinese boxing techniques to treat him as a punching bag.

This comes from Takiichi’s emphasis, “Please don’t treat me like a child and feel soft-hearted.”

So under the stimulation of this sentence, he was beaten one-sidedly at first, but later he could deal with it easily and then fight back.

Later, it started to focus on self-study and comprehension.

Sometimes during practice, the daily conversations with Ye Zhun, old and young, would often echo in my ears like a movie. These things were slowly driving away the "bad things" that were disturbing my mind.

From then on, he became accustomed to, and even liked, the sound of limbs colliding with wooden dummies.

Because he insists on practicing alone every day, Takiichi often has bruises on his body, which makes him feel distressed in the eyes of others.

Takiichi would often say with a carefree smile, "Maybe it's because my ability to resist fighting is not enough."

When he said these words, he had only been practicing Wing Chun for three months.

Momo once persuaded him to give up practicing, but he thought it was actually quite good.

Sparring with the wooden dummy was like a constant exchange with life. Every time his muscles sore, he would recover, just like the breeze blowing. He was feeling his body getting stronger little by little.

So I couldn't stop practicing after that and insisted on staying.

Some people regard boxing training as a kind of sport, and some people want to be like the heroes in the movies who just learn a little bit and then go out to find people to fight in a one-on-one fight to satisfy their dreams.

Which one does he belong to? Takiichi asked himself, maybe there are both.

But the only thing that can be confirmed is that whether he is practicing at the training ground in the backyard of Kagaya or at his residence in Tokyo.

It’s when you practice that you feel most free and calm down.

On the way to a new understanding of life, he always twisted his body with unnecessary rhythm.

Either raise your head, turn your hands, kick your legs, or bend your knees.

This feeling is like driving a car gracefully on the track, and you can feel the freedom of consciousness gradually leaving the body.

At this moment, Jin Jixiu's voice came from her ears.

"Taki-san, are you up so early?"

...

After waking up from the dream, a sense of helpless loss lingered in Jin Zhixiu's heart.

It was as if there were thousands of annoying bugs squirming in my chest.

The sunlight streaming in from the window hit her face. Jin Jixiu closed her eyes and wrinkled her face due to the unhappiness caused by the white light that suddenly broke the darkness of her dream.

This feeling is like...floating on the sea, and the consciousness is forcibly pushed upward from the water.

The so-called sense of wakefulness is also like this.

Outside the wing, the sound of the cherry blossom trees in the courtyard swaying in the wind came in through the window opened by someone unknown when or by someone. At this moment, Jin Jixiu seemed to hear the sound of the waves of the sea.

After that, I began to feel the weight of my body lying on the bed, and my back felt the erosion of gravity.
Chapter completed!