The US-led coalition forces are singing triumphantly all the way in Afghanistan, and at the current pace, the occupation of Kabul this month and the dismantling of Taliban rule in Afghanistan are already a sure and predictable thing.

However, the pain and changes that 911 brought to the entire American society cannot be reversed by these good news on the battlefield in Afghanistan.

Because of this tragedy, Stanford University, which was already honest and graceful, has canceled many activities this semester.

However, in November, the school became a little restless, and various activities gradually increased, and in the school's 85,000-seat stadium, the football team was training hard, and another attraction - including Feng Yiping's eye, was the cheerleading team.

They have hot bodies and hot clothes, and everyone's face is full of princess-like pride and confidence - even if some people's looks are not very in line with the public's aesthetics, but that figure, tsk, is very devilish.

Every time you see them, you feel a little better, and you feel that the sky is bluer, the trees are greener, and life is better.

Huang Jingping is now pregnant, lying on a foldable beach chair, wearing a loose skirt and a big cashmere scarf on the outside, and her face is full of a completely different brilliance from those cheerleaders, which is the brilliance of motherhood.

"Dad," she greeted happily when she saw Feng Yiping coming over with a book in her arms.

"You sit, I'll come," Feng Yiping leaned over, hugged her and kissed her, and took off the earbuds of the iPod that had just been released at the end of last month from her ears, "What kind of prenatal music, listen to it or not, I don't think it matters, as long as you are in a good mood." ”

Huang Jingping hugged him and got tired, "I'm in a good mood when I see you,"

"If you're in a good mood, you have to eat," Feng Yiping brought the car incubator to the table and took out the dishes inside one by one, "It's so fragrant!" he exclaimed.

"Then eat them all. "Huang Jingping is already moving.

Her belly is getting bigger and bigger, and so is the amount of food she eats, and although she eats less and more often, she feels very hungry every time she eats.

On Palm Avenue, Li Jialun, who was driving a Porsche, found a place to stop the car and said to his female companion, "Go." Come with me to see a friend,"

Eating, even if it's a picnic outside, is actually a very private thing, and no one will be happy if someone who doesn't know each other comes to disturb it.

Hearing someone shouting his name, and seeing that it was Li Jialun again, Feng Yiping stood up unhappily. "Hello, is there something wrong?"

His first impression of Li Jialun. It's not very good, and the number of times I met it later is not much, and it is a little worse than a nodding acquaintance.

"Yo, you're having a good day," Li Jialun said as he looked at the dishes on the table, "This is made by your girlfriend." It's a bonus!"

The female companion he brought with him, hearing this, slapped him on the arm in disobedience.

"Hello," Huang Jingping also greeted him with a smile.

Looking at her figure, Li Jialun was a little surprised. "You may be seated,"

Seeing that Feng Yiping didn't invite him to sit down according to his habit, or politely asked him to try it, he also knew that he would, for fear of disturbing the two of them, "I have a small matter for you, in two days, it will be the day of the international student party in the Bay Area, why don't you bring your girlfriend to take a look?"

This is actually his second invitation, but most of the international students here are still thinking about how to integrate into the mainstream society of the United States, so as to have a good development in the future, and Feng Yiping has already passed this stage, and there are already a group of Americans around him, wanting to have a good development in the future, so he feels that there should be no common language with those international students, and the first invitation, he refused very simply.

However, they were all invited for the second time, and it was not good to refuse again, "Okay, set the time and place, you notify me,"

Just go for a spin then.

"Isn't Feng Yiping just in his early 20s, why are you thinking about having a child now? Is it an accident?" As soon as he returned to the car, his female companion asked Li Jialun.

"If it's an accident, I'm afraid it's a good plan, and I want to have an American child. Li Jialun glanced at the two people who were talking and laughing and having a picnic in the school.

"Wouldn't it?" the female companion questioned, "Since Feng Yiping can write such a book, he wouldn't be in such a hurry to do such a thing, right?"

"Why not?" Li Jialun said with a smile, "People in the mainland, sometimes they are too shrewd, hehe, or the pattern is too small," he shook his head.

…………

This time the party was in San Francisco, a little far away, and there were not many topics to talk about again, Feng Yiping ruthlessly left Huang Jingping, "Good, sleep well at home, I'll be back soon,"

As a result, he returned sooner than expected.

The party house is very good, the environment is also good, standing in the yard you can see the Golden Gate Bridge, the owner is said to be a second generation whose father's identity is not easy to disclose, and is currently studying art at the City College of San Francisco.

Among so many prestigious schools in San Francisco, City College should be the best one to enter, because to put it bluntly, it is a public community college, a good place to mix diplomas.

Feng Yiping brought a bottle of local California wine to the door according to the rules here, and Li Jialun enthusiastically introduced him to the more than 30 people who attended the party, "Feng Yiping, yes, you guessed it right, he is the author of the Blue Ocean Strategy, and he is currently an exchange student in our business school,"

The party was also very American, everyone was standing around the house with wine glasses, but among the food served, there were Chinese dishes such as Yangzhou fried rice and fried noodles.

"It's you, that's amazing!" A few guys, who looked like the leader, pulled him to the large French window in the living room and sat down, and from here, he could also see the Golden Gate Bridge.

Although they are all Chinese, some of these people were born and raised in the United States, some are across the strait, some are from Hong Kong, and of course, there are those from the mainland like Feng Yiping.

After a few words of greeting, everyone naturally turned the topic to the mainland, all of which are how good they are here, how bad the mainland is, and how it is called a lively and wonderful place.

Feng Yiping listened to a few words, he really couldn't listen to them, the others were okay, he looked at the international student from Shanghai with some anger, why did you say that?

That buddy also looked at Feng Yiping with some unhappiness, what do you see?

It's so boring!

Feng Yiping put down his wine glass, "Several, I'm sorry, thank you for your hospitality, there is something at home, I have to go back early,"

Li Jialun was talking endlessly about what to do in the mainland and how to change it, he had the style of governing a big country like cooking Xiaoxian, listened to Feng Yiping's words, and said with a smile, "Yes, you should go back early, you don't know, Yiping, not only is he the first of us to become famous in the United States, but he must also be the first to be a father, his girlfriend, and now she is pregnant,"

Everyone looked at Feng Yiping, the youngest person at the scene, and couldn't help but be a little surprised, but they all smiled and said to him, "Congratulations, congratulations!"

"Yiping, what do you think about these issues?"

"Yes, Expert Feng, tell me what you think,"

"I don't have any opinions," Feng Yiping really didn't want to talk nonsense with them.

"No, why don't you have an opinion? Or say it and let us see a thing or two, you won't have to charge!" Li Jialun smiled and grabbed him.

Well, that's what you have to say.

"There's a saying in my hometown, 'Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back,'" Mr. Feng said.

As soon as these words came out, the faces of several people around them changed. (To be continued.) )

PS: ps: On the last day of the month, the last month before the Spring Festival, I look forward to everyone's enthusiastic voting!