Shocking the World

Pushing open the door, a fiery red color comes into view. The bluestone slabs in the courtyard look a little dilapidated. The thorn roses in the corner are planted by my mother. They are constantly taken care of every day and sway gently in the breeze of June. The two century-old locust trees at the door are so thick that they need three people to hug them. They are still full of vitality and their branches and leaves are sparse. After washing up, Nie Wushuang walked to the middle of the yard, facing the fiery red morning sun. He spread his legs slightly, raised his arms slowly, and suddenly started to move. His fists were like the wind, his legs were like wheels, and in half a stick, he finished a set of Nie Family Boxing from beginning to end, every move was executed meticulously and without any deviation.