I’m Really a Superstar

Home.

Blocked all the way, the bus was finally opened.

Zhang Hao was already eager to wait for the arrow. When the car stopped, he took the luggage and pulled the door and jumped out of the car. He smiled and said: "I finally got home."

As a result, the villa door suddenly opened!

boom!

boom!

boom!

Sprinkle the ribbon with the sky!

A group of people rushed out!

Zhang Wei was shocked. "Hey, why are you!"

daughter.

A few sisters.

Relatives of the old Wu family.

My relatives.

Chen Chen and Yang Lan are also inside!

The third sister screamed, "Brother, you are so handsome!"

The big sister also blew a ribbon, "Warmly welcome my brother back to China!"

Wu Mo haha ​​laughed. "Look at the world's popularity list? You are up! Go!"

"Xiao Yan." Li Qinqin, the mother-in-law, said with excitement: "You can show your face to the family this time!"

Mom stepped up, "What about the trophy?"

Zhang Hao said: "Old hug."

The second sister exclaimed, "I want a trophy! I want a trophy too!"

"First let Xiao Xiao enter the house, advanced house!" Dad said loudly.

"Dad!" The prostitute also ran out.

Zhang Xiaoxiao bent his eyes and bowed his head and picked up his daughter. "I don't want Dad?"

Sisi nodded, "Think, Dad, my gift?"

Zhang Hao haha ​​smiled: "In the box, this will be for you."

Dagu Eryi also went to the trophy of the Nobel Peace Prize, and had to take a group photo.

Haqiqi carefully handed them to them, "Slow down, take it slowly."

At this time, Wu Zeqing just came out with a smile, and said to the humanity of the studio: "All in the house, the food is ready, eat and go."

Zhang Zuo left his hand, "No, no."

Xiao Wang also hurryed: "You, you are welcome."

Wu Zeqing smiled. "Small picks up the prize, everyone has a lot of power after busy, eat a meal."

Zhang Wei also spoke. "Right right, eat together."

The person in the studio should go down and follow the villa.

The celebration banquet has been set up, and three tables are set up. Obviously, the whole family is waiting for him. However, when Zhang Yiyi returns, the protagonist is not his, but the Nobel Prize trophy. The family can’t take the first meal. I started to take a group photo with me. The mother is holding the trophy. The trick is to let her take more than twenty photos. Then everyone sends a microblog to Weibo and sends a circle of friends. The circle of friends, it is called a lively.

"This is the Nobel Prize trophy!"

"beautiful!"

"Haha, there are already seventy who have given me a compliment."

"Hey, didn't you finish it? Give me another photo."

"Wait, right away."

"Hey, let's eat first."

"Right, open the meal."

The celebration feast began.

The family is very happy and can even be said to be excited. Although Zhang Wei also got a lot of honors in the past, this time it is still different. This is the first Nobel Prize trophy in China, and the heaviest peace prize in the Nobel Prize.

Bell bell.

Old Wu’s cell phone rang.

After a moment, Wu Zeqing handed the microphone to him, "Telephone."

Zhang Yizheng is drinking, "Who? I will pick it up later, eat it."

Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "Minister of the Central Propaganda Department."

The room was quiet at once.

Zhang Wei is also a glimpse, took the phone, "Hey?"

Just listen to the middle-aged people over there and smile: "Mr. Zhang, congratulations."

Zhang Xiao smiled and said: "Leader, whoever calls me a teacher, I dare to respond, you can't dare me."

The middle-aged man also laughed. "You, the first Nobel Prize winner in China, you can afford the word 'teacher' in front of anyone anywhere. I congratulate you on behalf of the Central Propaganda Department and thank you. ”

Zhang Weidao: "You are serious, I have to thank the country for my cultivation and support."

Then there are a few more calls.

Some are hitting Zhang Wei’s mobile phone.

Some went to Wu Zeqing to find him here.

The military.

Chinese Academy of Sciences.

Engineering Institute.

CCTV's.

All the leaders of the official departments personally called all the official congratulations from the official department, not in private.

Finally, there is an email.

Haqiqi, who only listened to the table, suddenly said: "Zhang Dao, there is mail!"

Zhang Weidao: "Who made it? You can do it."

Haqi came over in awe-inspiring way. "You probably have to see it yourself."

Zhang Yiyi, "Well?"

Open the message.

The content is a regular official congratulatory word.

However, when I saw the end, many people took a breath.

The mail comes from the middle-central office-public-public hall!

Zhang Wei wiped the sweat and looked at Lao Wu. "Do you reply with this?"

The people in the studio vomited blood and shouted: "Of course, I have to go back! I must be back!"

The mother was also discouraged and gave her son a foot. "Where is the general congratulatory letter! You are not going back to the Central Committee's congratulatory letter? You are going to die!"

Zhang Yihan said: "I don't understand."

Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "Let's go back."

Zhang Wei asked: "How do you write?"

Wu Zeqing said: "You can do whatever you want."

Wu Changhe, the old man, repeatedly said: "You can't write, you can't hear it!"

Zhang Wei turned his eyes and said: "Dad, I am literary, I am noisy with you."

Wu Changhe grinned. "This is not a matter of literary talents. It is necessary to give the Central-Central letter a formal rule. To be formal, you will be stunned by the Beijing-based film."

Everyone laughs.

Zhang Wei still doesn't believe in evil. "Is it official? I know." Turning back to the old Wu Dao: "What about the pen and ink of the family? I will reply now."

Wu Zeqing smiled, "Write a brush?"

Zhang Yan sighed.

Wu Zeqing called his nephew, "Xiao Mo, the second floor study, give your uncle a look."

"Get it right." Wu Mo went immediately.

Soon, the pen and ink was brought.

Everyone is also curious about what Zhang Wei wants to write, and has vacated a place.

Sisi stared at her big eyes. "Chen Chen, what is Dad doing?"

Chen Chen took her little hand and went out. "Go away, your dad has to install it - forced."

Grind ink.

Lift the pen.

A beautiful book has been sprinkled on paper.

Everyone was a glimpse, and no one expected that Zhang Wei actually returned a poem.

......

"praise"

The undulations of the endless mountains, rivers and grasslands,

Countless dense villages, **** and shit,

Successively on the land of the desolate Asia,

Whistling the dry wind in the weeds of the weeds,

Singing monotonous waters under the dark clouds of low pressure,

There are countless times of burial in the melancholy forest.

I have too many words, too long feelings,

I want to desert the desert, the rough road, the scorpion,

I want to use the trough boat, the wildflowers in the mountains, the rainy weather,

I want to embrace you with everything,

The people who live in shame, the people who are jealous,

I want to hug you with **** hands.

Because a nation has gotten up.

The same is the wind of this long time,

The same is the endless hustle and cold that spreads under the eaves of this sloping roof.

It sings on the top of a dry tree,

It blew through the ridiculous swamps, reeds and insects,

The same is the sound of this flying crow,

When I walked by, I stood on the road,

I am still waiting in this vast mountain river for the history of years of shame, waiting,

Our speechless pain is too much,

However, a nation has risen,

However, a nation has risen.

......

Falling money.

Receive the pen.

His feelings.

His anger.

His pride.

All in it.

Zhang Wei said: "Return it."

Haqiqi dumbly took the word and returned the letter.

Wu Mo suddenly looked at Zhang Wei.

Many people in the house look at Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei asked Lao Wu, "Do you go back?"

Wu Zeqing smiled and took her husband's hand. "Nothing is better than this."

......

That night.

The People’s Daily published a letter from Zhang Wei!

Xinhua News Agency, China Youth Daily and many other mainstream media also posted Zhang Wei’s reply in the most prominent position on the front page. The title is called:

"A nation has gotten up! 》