A couple months went by after Ip's family was rendered homeless. Living a life of abject existence.
During this time Ip Man lives in a small home in the ghettos.
At night when it is windy the coldness of the night would seep through the cracks in the walls.
The walls are beginning to chip away due to its age. And the floor creaks when someone wakes up at night.
Worst is the loud gunshots that rings in the air taking away the peaceful moments.
Today was a true struggle despite the many harsh trials that they went through in the past months.
A kind of mournful hopelessness that seeps through every crack and corner.
In the wooden bed decorated by only a small thin bed sheet, a child lies closed eyes with pale dry lips.
Mrs. Wing Sing had a face of worries as she placed her hand on the boy's forehead.
She covered her mouth with the other hand trying to hold back her tearful distress.
The child mutters in an almost inaudible voice with his dried lips, "Water...Water."
Her mother quickly hurries across the room to the wooden table close by. Picking up the jug and a cup to pour some water in.
But the flowing water that pours out from the jug comes to halt as the cup is halfway full.
She shakes it trying her best to get even one last drop of water for her child.
Taking that half full cup of water she brings it close to his son's lips.
Finishing that last bit of water her mother watches as he quietly lays on the bed in sleep.
Seeing that her son is more comfortable she rests a little bit of that anxiousness in her heart.
She dampens a washcloth with water and places it on the sleeping child.
She looks to the side of the bed and sees that her husband Ip Man is in a slight daze.
She places her hand on his to comfort him, waking him up from the daze and gives a warm smile despite their turmoil.
Breathing out the sadness that was bottled inside Ip Man says to his wife with his eyes in downcast, "You're so good. But I can't do anything. I realize today I'm useless. I practiced martial arts before.
But so what? In this world...I'm so minuscule. I'm so useless."
Ip shakes his head in sadness at how even seeing his own son close to death he doesn't have power to change a thing.
His wife shakes her head slightly in disproof, "Ip Man, I don't care what the world is like. I only know I'm very happy now. As long as you, me, and Zhun...Can stay together, everything will be okay. All I ever wish for is for our family to stay together."
His eyes rest on hers, in his heart he feels ever so grateful that he has a loving wife who's willing to put aside the comfortable life of wealth in the past to endure this rough journey together.
A man when he's in love will want to share the moon, stars, and all the beautiful things in the world to him to the one he loves.
Yet this century old oath a man's supposed to carry was broken by the disruption of war.
Instead of giving her a comfortable and secure life Ip Man finds himself so unpracticed even in the daily tasks of chopping wood, cooking food, and putting food on the table.
Ip Man's eyes suddenly become filled with energy as he takes upon himself a commitment to venture out the rough roads he has never walked before.
Her wife takes a look at their sleeping child while saying, "We don't have much rice in the home anymore. I don't know what can be scraped together for our family."
Putting a reassuring hand he says calmly to her, "Don't worry, I am strong. I can look for a job. It's not the end of the world."
Hearing her husband's sudden commitment Mrs. Wing Sing looks at him with a surprised expression, "You look for a job?" In the past Ip Man has not worked one back breaking day in his life.
"I didn't need to work in the past. But it's different now," he smiled reassuringly at her, "there's always a first time. I remember Hui Liang says his manager is hiring for his farm."
Love is strong and it changes the man who chooses to love.
Because of love, a man would willingly scale a mountain of 1000 blades or walk through burning coals all to save the one he embraces dearly in his heart.
Ip Man was surprised at first seeing the futuristic underground farm, but pretty soon got to work.
At the site he picks up a shovel and loads on some black soil onto a cart. His whole face colored with dirt, darkening his expression.
As he was unloading the black soil near the ground of the wheat field a voice called out to him, "Master Ip!" He looks around to see where the voice came from.
In the distance he sees Lin whose face was also darkened with dirt from the soil work. He's wearing a black coat and with an old white shirt underneath.
At the distance Lin waves at him with a warming smile. It's the kind of warm smile a bonding-friend would have when they finally see a familiar face among the crowd.
His face brightens seeing the warm smile of Lin, a little surprised as he waves back.
Soon Lin and Ip Man join hand in hand as they shovel the black soil onto the wheat field ground.
As they were toiling the soil Lin says to Ip Man, "You can't dress like that to work."
Mentioning the chinese long rope he was wearing, which contrasts to the regular pants the farmers wore.
He smiles explaining, "I didn't expect to be shoveling dirt today."