To end a story

I've been conjuring up this story for a long long time.  I want to end it.  So I write some down here.  As a gift for myself.  As a memorabilia.

In the beginning, I was thinking of a detective story.  I like story with a myth.  I always wonder the future of Chinese martial art movie, which direction should it take.  One of the direction I thought of was treating Martial Art as a Myth in the movie.  As a myth, it should not be shown easily as other martial art movie.  And it is very important when the art was shown, how the art was shown, and why the art was shown.

The first story started with an old man, an old fbi agent.  He was trying to get retired from the agency and was talking to the director.  But eventually, the old man was persuaded to team up with a young female agent as a final assignment.  That female agent was retired from us military special force and hard time working with a partner.  The old agent was supposed to bring her around.

I had all the background done.  The young agent was retired from US military special force, a russian descendant.  Father is a defect from Soviet to US.  She's highly competitive, smart and attractive, of course....

I am bad at creating detective storyline.  For me, it's easier to just thinking about how to make martial arts as a mystery.  So I spend most of my time elaborating on the background story of the old man.  I think I came up with many cool story elements.  I think...  lol

He's from taiwan.  His grandpa used to work in kuomingdang secret service under daili.  the grandpa was one of the 3 students of a mythic teacher.  But the teacher past away while the grandpa still in training.  He finished his study under the first disciple.  The first disciple was working in kuomin government, that's how the grandpa got to work under daili.  The second disciple however went to chinese communist party and lost contact afterwards.  The time was in the midst of struggling war against japan. 

After the war and after the fall of mainland, the first disciple went to usa, the grandpa went to taiwan.  he got married and had three sons.  the first son became teacher in taiwan's police institute, teaching chin na.  the second son went to Thailand and became a fearsome boxer, but was injured and came back to taiwan as a taxi driver.  the third son went to usa and became a computer engineer. 

the discipline they learned imposed great strain on sex.  the normal completion period is 20 years, no sexual contact.  the other aspect is everyday practice, none stop; and the approval of their trainers in terms of stability because the result would be tremendous, the trainer need to make sure students are fit to carry the art.   It will require great deal of focus and a near total isolation is the best tool.  that's why none of the grandpa's sons are able to learn the art.   If one of the criteria was not met, the training will not be successful.  the basic premises is through physical training, learn about oneself, know what it want, and strive to achieve the goal, then eventually, meet its maker in peace. 

the protagonist was from the third son, who went to usa to study at college.  he brought his wife with him, but left his son to his father, the grandpa.  the grandpa lived in a mountain worked in a orchard.  The first son and second son came visit quite often.  and there, the protagonist heard all kinds of stories about wugong, chinese martial arts.  the first son told the protagonist to ask the grandpa for the permission to learn the art one day.  But the grandpa flat out refused.  he said, "the world is changing.  i do not believe the next generation would be suitable to learn the art.  there's way too many distractions, and idiotic teachings."  the protagonist never thought himself lived among those mythic wugong gaoshuo.  he showed the disbelief on his face, like sun in the blue sky.  the grandpa was not pleased, "those are not stories! "  and he berated his first son and second son for telling his grandson stories!  "this is the world, telling facts like stories, telling stories like facts!" 

This is just the beginning.  I am not going to write the whole thing here.  I do not think I  could make it work.  I will stop here.