Li Mingwen got off the plane and set foot on his homeland, he was the descendant of the dragon in his first life, and he was the descendant of the dragon in his life. This is Li Mingwen's vow to set foot on his homeland.

Outside there was a noisy crowd of reporters who wanted the interviewer to be the pride of the descendants of Yan and Huang, Li Mingwen never received an interview from any newspaper, even Time magazine postponed it, he wanted to give his first interview to his own China, so that they could witness his success. This was his decision, and even the first interview that won the Nobel Prize for Literature was handed over to China.

Li Mingwen accepted everyone's interview, and everyone originally interviewed Li Mingwen with the mentality of giving it a try, because Li Mingwen had never been interviewed by any news organization before. They didn't know what Li Mingwen had decided in his heart, and Li Mingwen didn't plan to say it. Then Li Mingwen accepted their interview, but they were very happy, this is the first interview with Li Mingwen in the world, there are several big media faintly know Li Mingwen's plans, but seeing that Li Mingwen doesn't say it, they can only secretly guess, let alone ask stupidly.

After Li Mingwen finished the interview, he took the car sent by Peking University to pick him up and went to Peking University, which he was very familiar with and haunted by his dreams. When I arrived at Peking University, there was a gap of more than ten years, but everything was still so familiar, except for the newly built building dormitory. Li Mingwen talked with the president of Peking University for a while, then said goodbye to the president, and followed the assistant president to the dormitory belonging to international students, the 2,000-year-old Peking University dormitory is still very old, except for the dormitory for international students, even the professor's dormitory is not as good as the dormitory for international students. Li Mingwen thanked the assistant principal for his help, and came to the place of the mentor and godfather of the previous life alone, the house is still the same house, but the thing is not the person, but the person is not that person. Some people are in this time and space, some people are not, some people have been, some people have not, history is still that history, but the details of time and space have changed, which makes Li Mingwen have mixed feelings. Li Mingwen went to the Moming Lake of Peking University, a famous place in the history of Chinese literature, where many writers have left a strong mark. This made Li Mingwen groan

If you want to break the soul, it is difficult to break the soul, the mirror is like the water and the moon are not stained with dust, and the wind is chaotic and the piano is burning.

Afraid of hurting God, hurting God, Liuyun can't understand the traces of old things, so people are passers-by.

"Good words, worthy of being a literary genius with a global reputation, I didn't expect that your poetry and literary attainments are also extraordinary, not only Xiaoyou can tell the old man the name of this word", a radiant middle-aged man walked over.

"Professor Cao, hello, you are too awarded, this is just a boy's nonsense work, the name is "Sadness Chanjuan" Li Mingwen was surprised to see the middle-aged man in front of him, this middle-aged man is called Cao Wenxuan, which is a little similar to the transliteration of his grandfather's name in his previous life, and now he is a professor at BJ University and a doctoral supervisor of contemporary literature.

"I haven't won an award, there are talented people in the country, you are our pride, and you have given our descendants of Yan and Huang more face." Professor Cao said proudly, "But listening to your poem so sad, remembering your friends, alas, look at my memory, didn't your father also graduated from Peking University, but he was a man of the year in the school, is this thinking about your father?" ”

Listening to Professor Cao's words, Li Mingwen really thought about his father and parents, thinking about how high-spirited his father was here, but fate played tricks on his father and caused his father to die young.

Professor Cao comforted the red-eyed Li Mingwen so that he could communicate in literature, and the two walked along the Moming Lake to communicate, and the time was dusk before he knew it.

"Look, Mingwen, I'm really sorry, I saw you for a while, and I took you around with me for so long, but I also want to thank you, I have gained a lot from talking with you."

"You're gracious, it's my pleasure to listen to your teachings, and I'm grateful to you for taking the time to guide me."

"You kid, just like you young people said, excessive modesty is pride, I am ashamed of your literary skills, you hold me so modestly, if you let others know, you don't know how to bury me, don't want yours, although I am a few years older than your father, but we have always paid attention to the master as a teacher, if you don't dislike it, call me an old brother, this is still me stained."

Li Mingwen was helpless, since everyone said so, if he didn't listen, he wouldn't know how to lift, Li Mingwen had to shout, "Brother Cao." ”

"Eh, that's right, when you accept the award, I will take you to meet those literary masters in our country, and communicate with them, you will definitely gain something."

Li Mingwen thanked him, and politely declined Professor Cao's invitation to have dinner with his family, after all, he only came today, and some daily necessities were not available yet. Professor Cao understood and let go.

A week has passed, and this week, Li Mingwen sometimes went to Peking University to listen to lectures, or went to the library to read books or discuss with Professor Cao with other professors of Peking University, and gained a lot. Originally, the students of Peking University took a look at Li Mingwen, an internationally renowned literary celebrity, but Li Mingwen's life was too low-key, and no one showed up much. The students of Peking University are gone.

Today, Li Mingwen and Professor Cao went to the National Centre for the Performing Arts of China to receive the National Children's Literature Award. There were only literary masters, relevant leaders and some news media at the scene, and the scene was quite grand. After receiving the award, Li Mingwen was dragged by Professor Cao to communicate with those literary masters, and everyone had their own gains in this exchange. met those Chinese literary giants in his previous life, which made Li Mingwen a little excited in his heart. The only idol he pursued was a literary master.

After receiving the award, Li Mingwen returned to Peking University and became an invisible person again, trying to absorb the ancient and mysterious oriental culture. Sometimes, I am invited to participate in some literary exchange meetings. Most of the time, I would write some articles in the library, and then publish them in domestic literary journals one after another, and the response was good. Time passed in Li Mingwen's busyness, but he never stopped. The end of the year is approaching again, and Lee Myung-moon began to buy some souvenirs at the market to take back to South Korea.

In the waiting room of BJ's Capital Airport, Li Mingwen was walking towards the luggage check-in place with a large bag and a small bag, 80% of which belonged to the two sisters. It took Li Mingwen a lot of effort to finally get these things right. Li Mingwen really misses the fast express delivery in his previous life, which is like now, he has to carry things to the airport for consignment.

Two hours later, Li Mingwen got off the plane and walked out of the airport with his luggage, and Zheng's father, Zheng's mother and Zheng Xiujing, who had been waiting here, saw this and ushered them up.

"Oba, I miss you to death, why did it take so long to come back", Zheng Xiujing ran over after seeing Li Mingwen, and then jumped on Li Mingwen, kissed Li Mingwen's face and said coquettishly.

"Ouch, the little crystal has grown up, it's so heavy, Oba can't even hold it", Li Mingwen kissed Zheng Xiujing's forehead and said lovingly.

"Nasty, Oba, how can I have a very heavy one, obviously a very light one, right, oh Mom, Abba"

"Oh, yes, yes, little crystal, it's not heavy at all, Oba is wrong, I'm sorry, little crystal, you can forgive Oba"

I haven't seen Li Mingwen's little crystal for a long time, and he didn't care about it very much.