I’m Really a Superstar Chapter 1617: [Incoming and replying! 】

At home.

The bus has finally stopped.

Zhang Ye is longing for heart. When the car stopped, it took the luggage and pulled the car door to jump out of the car and laughed, "Finally, we are home."

As a result, the villa door suddenly opened!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Spray the ribbons all over the sky!

A bunch of people rushed out!

Zhang Ye was startled, "Oh, why are you here!"

Daughter.

Sisters.

A relative of the old Wu Family.

one's own relatives.

Chenchen and Yang Shu are also inside!

Three sisters screamed, "Brother, you are so handsome!"

The older sister also burst a ribbon, "Warmly welcome my brother to return home!"

Wu Mo laughed, "Have you watched the world popularity list? You're on! You're on!"

"Little Ye." The mother-in-law, Li Qinqin, said excitedly, "You can show my face this time!"

Mother strode up, "What about the trophy?"

Zhang Ye said, "Have Old Ha."

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

"Let Little Ye enter the house first, advanced house!" Father loudly.

"Dad!" daughter also ran out.

Zhang Ye smiled and narrowed her eyes, and hugged her daughter with a bowed head, "Do you want a dad?"

Sisi nodded, "Think, Dad my gift?"

Zhang Ye Haha laughed: "It's in the box, this is for you."

Mr. Daiji also asked for the Nobel Peace Prize trophy, so he had to take a photo.

Ha Qiqi hand them carefully, "Slowly, take it slowly."

At this time, Wu Zeqing came out with a smile and said to the humanity of studio: "Let's go into the house, all the meals are ready, eat and go."

Zhang Zuo waved his hand, "Can't do it."

Little Wang also hurriedly said, "Sister-in-law, you're welcome."

Wu Zeqing smiled, "Little Ye won the prize. Everyone worked hard after busy. Eat a meal."

Zhang Ye also spoke, "Yes, yes, eat together."

The studio people should then get in and follow the villa.

Celebration Banquet already was set up, and three tables were set. Obviously, the whole family was waiting for him, but when Zhang Ye returned, the protagonist was not him, but the Nobel Prize trophy. The family could not care about eating first, so At first, you took a group photo one by one, and the Mother even held the trophy. I was asked to take her more than 20 photos. Then everyone sent weibo ’s weibo and friends ’circle. It was called a hilarity.

"This is the Nobel Prize trophy!"

"So beautiful!"

"Haha, there are seventy likes in already."

"Well, haven't you finished taking pictures? Take another one."

"Wait, right now."

"Hello, eat first."

"Yes, it's time for dinner."

Celebration Banquet has begun.

The family is very happy, and it can even be said to be exciting. Although Zhang Ye also won a lot of honors in the past, this time it is still different. This is the first Nobel Prize trophy in China's unprecedented history, or the heaviest peace award in Nobel Prize.

Ring, ring, ring.

Old Wu's cell phone is ringing.

After a while, Wu Zeqing covered him with the microphone and handed him, "Phone."

Zhang Ye is drinking, "Who? I'll pick up later and eat."

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

The room was quiet all of a sudden.

Zhang Ye is also a moment, took the phone, "Hey?"

Only listening to the middle-aged man over there smiling and saying: "Teacher Zhang, congratulations."

Zhang Ye laughed: "Leader, I dare to respond to anyone who calls me Teacher, but you dare not call me."

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

Zhang Ye said: "You speak a lot. I have to thank the country for my cultivation and support."

A few more calls followed.

Some of them hit Zhang Ye cell phone.

Some of them called him at Wu Zeqing.

The military.

Chinese Academy of Science.

Academy of Engineering.

CCTV.

All the big leaders of the official department personally called all the official congratulations from the official department, not personal congratulations.

Last, there's an email.

Only listening to Ha Qiqi of that table suddenly said: "Leader Zhang, there is mail!"

Zhang Ye said: "Who sent it? You can just read it."

Ha Qiqi came over in a hurry, "I'm afraid you have to see it for yourself."

Zhang Ye for a while, "Huh?"

Open the message.

The content is a regular official congratulation.

But seeing the end, many people took a breath.

Email from Central Office-Office-Public-hall!

Zhang Ye wipes sweat, looks at Old Wu, "Does this use a reply?"

simultaneously of studio vomits blood and shouts: "Of course I have to return! I must return!"

Mother was also discouraged and gave his son a kick. "Where is a general congratulatory letter! Central Office congratulatory letter you will not reply? You are going to die you!"

Zhang Ye Khan said, "I don't understand."

Wu Zeqing smiled, "Come back."

Zhang Ye asks, "How do you write it?"

Wu Zeqing: "You can write whatever you want."

The old husband Wu Changhe repeatedly told: "Don't write blindly, you hear me!"

Zhang Ye roll one's eyes said: "Dad, just my literary talent, I'll make trouble with you."

Wu Changhe pouted, "This is not a matter of literary grace. The letter to Central Office must be formal and formal. Just speak your film dialect, and you will scare Central Office."

Everyone laughs.

Zhang Ye still does not believe in evil, "Officially, right? I know." Turning back to Old Wu, "Where's our pen and ink? I'll reply now."

Wu Zeqing smile, "Write a brush?"

Zhang Ye Well.

Wu Zeqing calls one's own nephew, "Xiao Mo, study on the second floor, get it for your uncle."

"Alright." Wu Mo went immediately.

Sometimes, ink and ink are brought.

Everyone is curious about what Zhang Ye is about to write, and they have made up a place.

Sisi blinked his eyes, "Sister Chenchen, what is Dad doing?"

Chenchen took her little hand and went out, "Hide away, your dad is going to pretend-forcing it."

Research ink.

Pen.

A beautiful handwriting already was sprinkled on the paper.

Everyone was stunned. No one expected that Zhang Ye returned a poem.

...

"Praise"

Endless rolling hills, rivers and grasslands,

Countless dense villages, chickens and dogs barking,

Successively on the land that was originally desolate Asia,

Whistling dry wind in the vast grass,

Singing a monotonous east current under the dark cloud of low pressure,

There are countless years of burial in the melancholic forest.

I have too many words, too long relationships,

I want a deserted desert, a bumpy road, a shuttle car,

I want to take a trough boat, wild flowers in the mountains, rainy weather,

I want to embrace you with everything,

People who live in shame, rampant people,

I will hug you one by one with **** hands,

Because a nation already is up.

The same is the wind of this long time,

The same is the endless moaning and cold that shed from this pouring roof,

It's Singing on top of a withered tree,

It blew through the barren swamps, reeds and insects,

The same is the Voice of this flying crow,

When I walk by, stand on the road,

I am still waiting in the vast mountains and rivers for the history of shame for many years, waiting,

Our silent pain is too much,

However a nation already rises up,

However a nation already rises.

...

Pay.

Close the pen.

His feelings.

His anger.

His pride.

It's all in there.

Zhang Ye said, "Let's reply."

Ha Qiqi dullly took the picture and wrote back.

Wu Mo suddenly looks at Zhang Ye.

Many people in the house are looking at Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye asked Old Wu, "Are you going back?"

Wu Zeqing laughed and held her husband's hand, "Nothing is better than this."

...

That night.

People's Daily has posted a reply to Zhang Ye!

Xinhua News Agency, China Youth Daily, and many other mainstream media have also published Zhang Ye's reply on the most prominent position on the front page.

"A nation already up! 》