Back at home.
After being stuck in a traffic jam for a long time, the minibus finally arrived.
Zhang Ye was eager to get home. When the bus stopped, he took his luggage and jumped out of the car. He smiled and said, "I'm finally home."
But the villa's door suddenly opened!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Colorful ribbons flew everywhere!
A group of people rushed out!
Zhang Ye was startled. "Whoa, what's going on!"
His daughter.
His sisters.
Old Wu's relatives.
His own relatives.
Chenchen and Yang Shu were also inside!
His third sister screamed, "Brother, you're so cool!"
His eldest sister also burst a ribbon. "Let's warmly welcome Brother back to China!"
Wu Mo laughed heartily. "Have you seen the international popularity rankings yet? You're on it! You're on it! "
"Little Ye." His mother-in-law, Li Qinqin, said excitedly, "You've really done us proud this time!"
His mother strode over. "Where's the trophy?"
Zhang Ye said, "Old Ha is carrying it."
His second sister exclaimed, "I want the trophy too! I want the trophy too! "
"Let Little Ye into the house first!" his father said loudly.
"Daddy!" His daughter also ran out.
Zhang Ye's eyes curved into crescents as he lowered his head and picked up his daughter. "Did you miss Daddy?"
Sisi nodded. "Yes, Daddy. Where's my present?"
Zhang Ye laughed and said, "It's in the box. I'll give it to you right away."
His first and second uncles also went to ask for the Nobel Peace Prize trophy and insisted on taking a picture with it.
Ha Qiqi carefully handed it to them. "Take it easy, take it easy."
At this moment, Wu Zeqing walked out with a smile. She said to the studio's staff, "Come in, everyone. Dinner is ready. Eat before you leave."
Zhang Zuo quickly waved it off. "It's fine, it's fine."
Little Wang also quickly said, "Sister-in-law, don't stand on ceremony."
Wu Zeqing smiled. "Everyone has put in a lot of effort for Little Ye to win the prize. Let's have dinner together."
Zhang Ye also said, "Right, right, let's eat together."
Only then did the staff of the studio follow them into the villa.
The celebratory banquet had already been set up. Three tables had been set up, and it was clear that the entire family was waiting for him. But when Zhang Ye returned, the main character was not him, but the Nobel Prize trophy. The entire family did not even bother to eat first and started taking pictures with one another. His mother even refused to let go of the trophy and got someone to take more than 20 pictures of her. Then everyone posted them on Weibo or WeChat Moments. It was a very lively scene.
"This is the Nobel Prize trophy!"
"So beautiful!"
"Haha, there are already 70 likes."
"Uncle, have you finished taking photos? Take another picture for me. "
"Wait, right away, right away."
"Hey, let's eat first."
"Yes, yes, it's time to eat."
The celebration feast began.
The whole family was very happy, and could even be said to be very excited. Although Zhang Ye had won quite a lot of honors in the past, it was still different this time. This was the first Nobel Prize in China's history, and it was even the most important Nobel Peace Prize.
Ring ring ring.
Old Wu's cell phone rang.
A moment later, Wu Zeqing covered the microphone and handed it to him. "Phone."
Zhang Ye was still drinking. "Who is it? I'll answer it later. I'm eating now. "
Wu Zeqing smiled. "The Minister of the Central Publicity Department."
The room fell silent.
Zhang Ye was also taken aback. He took the phone from her. "Hello?"
He heard the middle-aged man on the other end chuckle and say, "Teacher Zhang, congratulations."
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Leader, I dare to respond to anyone who calls me teacher, but not you."
The middle-aged man also laughed. "You're China's first Nobel Prize winner. You're worthy of being addressed as' teacher 'no matter where you are. On behalf of the Central Publicity Department, I congratulate you and thank you."
Zhang Ye said, "You're too kind. I'm the one who has to thank the country for nurturing and supporting me."
Following that, a few more calls came in.
Some of them called Zhang Ye's cell phone.
Some of them called Wu Zeqing to look for him.
From the military.
From the Chinese Academy of Sciences.
From the Chinese Academy of Engineering.
From Central TV.
They were all calls from the higher-ups of the government departments — all of them were official congratulatory messages from the government departments and not private ones.
At the end of the call, there was also an email.
Ha Qiqi, who was sitting at the other table, suddenly said, "Director Zhang, there's an email!"
Zhang Ye said, "Who sent it? Just read it. "
Ha Qiqi hurriedly walked over solemnly. "I'm afraid you'll have to read it for yourself."
Zhang Ye was taken aback. "Eh?"
He opened the email.
The content was the usual congratulatory message from the government.
But when he saw the end, a lot of people gasped.
The email came from — the Central Administration Office!
Zhang Ye wiped his sweat away and looked at Old Wu. "Do I need to reply to this?"
The studio staff all vomited blood and shouted, "Of course we have to reply to it! We definitely have to! "
His mother was also furious. She gave her son a kick. "How is this a normal congratulatory message! You're not even going to reply to the Central Administration's congratulatory message? Do you want to die! "
Zhang Ye said nervously, "It's not like I don't understand."
Wu Zeqing smiled. "Just reply it a little."
Zhang Ye asked, "Then how should I write it?"
Wu Zeqing said, "You can write it however you want."
His father-in-law, Wu Changhe, repeatedly exhorted, "Don't write it randomly, do you hear me!"
Zhang Ye rolled his eyes and said, "Dad, with my literary talent, I'm not going to argue with you."
Wu Changhe curled his lips. "This isn't a matter of literary talent. When writing to the Central Administration, it has to be formal and proper. With that Beijing dialect of yours, you're going to scare the Central Administration again."
Everyone laughed.
Zhang Ye did not believe it. "Formal, right? I got it. "He turned around and said to Old Wu," Where are our brushes, ink, and paper? I'll reply to them right away. "
Wu Zeqing smiled. "You want to write calligraphy?"
Zhang Ye nodded.
Wu Zeqing ordered her nephew, "Little Mo, go to the study on the second floor and bring it to your uncle."
"Alright." Wu Mo immediately went to get it.
Very quickly, the brushes, ink, and paper were brought over.
Everyone was curious about what Zhang Ye was going to write, so they quickly made room for him.
Sisi blinked her big eyes. "Sister Chenchen, what's Daddy doing?"
Chenchen pulled her little hand and led her outside. "Stay away from me. Your daddy is going to posture again."
Grinding ink.
Picking up the brush.
A beautiful semi-cursive was already spilled onto the paper.
Everyone was stunned. No one had expected that Zhang Ye would actually reply with a poem.
… …
"Praise"
Endless rolling hills, rivers, and grasslands,
Countless densely packed villages, the crowing of chickens and the barking of dogs,
Connected to the once desolate lands of Asia,
Dry winds howl through the vast expanse of weeds,
Singing monotonous eastward waters under the dark clouds of low pressure,
Buried in the melancholy forests are countless ages.
I have too many words, too many emotions of long standing,
I want to use the desolate deserts, the bumpy paths, the mule carts,
I want to use the troughs as boats, the wildflowers that fill the mountains, the rainy weather,
I want to use everything to embrace you,
The people who live in shame, the stooped people,
I want to use my blood-stained hands to embrace each and every one of you,
Because a people has risen.
The same is the wind of this ancient age,
The same is the endless moaning and cold that emanates from the ruined eaves,
It sings from the withered treetops,
It blows through the barren swamps, the reeds, and the chirping of insects,
The same is the sound of the crows that fly by,
As I pass by, I stand on the road,
I waver, for the long years of shameful history, still waiting, waiting,
Our unspoken sufferings are too many.
But a people has risen,
But a people has risen.
… …
Signing off.
Putting away the brush.
His feelings.
His anger.
His pride.
It's all in there.
Zhang Ye said, "Write back."
Ha Qiqi took a picture of the calligraphy in a daze and wrote back.
Wu Mo suddenly looked at Zhang Ye.
A lot of people in the room looked at Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye asked Old Wu, "Is this a good reply?"
Wu Zeqing smiled and held her husband's hand. "There's nothing better than this."
… …
On the same night.
People's Daily published Zhang Ye's reply!
Xinhua News Agency, China Youth Daily, and many other mainstream media outlets also published Zhang Ye's reply in the most prominent position on their front pages. The title was:
— "A people has risen!"
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