China is not as powerful as it is in more than ten years, and its influence is not that great, so there are not so many countries following us to celebrate the Spring Festival, or treat the Spring Festival as a legal holiday.

So Stanford did not give them Chinese holidays in great considerately, so Feng Yiping had to go to school as usual.

However, at this time, shouldn’t we sit leisurely by the warm fire pit, smell the meat in the hanging pot, the meat in the pot simmered beside the fire pit, listen to the neighbors, the festive songs louder than the family, and those little guys who don’t know the cold, playing with firecrackers, knocking melon seeds or peeling peanuts, and accompanying our mother to watch Grandma Qiong’s costume romance dramas!

Besides, look, the sky is also cloudy...

Anyway, on such days, he really doesn't want to go to school.

However, today a Nobel Prize winner came to teach at the college. Such opportunities are not common at Stanford. If you don’t want to go, you really have to find a strong reason.

Huang Jingping held her waist with one hand and took out her pen, ink, paper and inkstone. She was ready to start practicing calligraphy. This was also her own idea, saying that she would give the baby in her belly a good influence.

Seeing a bag bulging up on her stomach, Feng Yiping's eyes lit up. This reason was quite good. He threw the bag and helped Huang Jingping, "Hurry, sit down quickly. Why do I feel that the little guy just moved one hand and one foot? I have to take a picture!"

The expected delivery date is May. The little guy in his belly used to only feel the fetal movement, but now he often stretches his fists and feet in his mother's belly.

I still remember when I first found the bulge on my belly, Huang Jingping and Feng Yiping were so excited. Then, Feng Yiping held the camera and waited by the side for more than an hour before he took a photo of another protruding piece on his belly. I don’t know if he moved his hands or his feet.

After that, this situation became more common. Sometimes, the two of them would look at their belly with interest for more than a day. The narrower bulges were either hands or feet, and the round piece should be a little head or a butt egg. Of course, it might also be the little guy's belly.

Huang Jingping sometimes boasted that it was a mother-son connection. The little guy could understand her mind and moved whatever she wanted. Feng Yiping naturally didn't believe it. However, when the little guy was active, he put his hands on his belly and made close contact with the little guy through his thin belly, and felt the little guy's unknown part. When he passed by his palm, he really felt that blood was connected.

Her palms wandered with the bulge on her belly, and Huang Jingping's face was full of maternal brilliance, "Little baby, do you want to move when you are full?"

Seeing Feng Yiping take out the camera to take pictures again, he smiled and said, "I still took pictures? I have taken so many photos!"

"Where is more of this? Think about it, when the little guy grows up and sees the current situation, he should be more excited and moved!"

By the way, if my parents were by my side and watching them filming videos now, Huang Jingping would be fine, and Feng Yiping might have been beaten to the top.

In my hometown, it is difficult for children from my parents and their generation to take photos a hundred days ago, let alone now.

Although you know that they are superstitious, when a superstitious becomes something similar to faith, you don’t want to make a clear distinction with them.

Seeing that Feng Yiping had finished filming and was still tired of not leaving at home, Huang Jingping was a little surprised, "Why haven't you gone to school yet?"

Feng Yiping was lazy and tilted on the sofa too lazy to move, "I'm lazy and don't want to go,"

Huang Jingping quickly protected her hand on her stomach, "Baby, don't listen to these words, don't imitate your father,"

"Who will I learn if I don't learn? Is Lao Wang next door?" Feng Yiping looked at the ceiling and said lazily.

"Haha, come here," Huang Jingping waved to him. She could guess why Feng Yiping was.

Putting his head on his thigh, holding his hand and touching his big belly, Huang Jingping said, "If I were at home, I would definitely be with Qinping and following my mother, I have thoroughly cleaned the house, washed the dishes and chopped dishes, and were busy frying tofu, fried croquettes, fried egg skin and making egg shreds, chopping this and that stuffing, stealing something from the put candy bag, or secretly trying on the new clothes my parents bought for us."

As expected, Feng Yiping has only been a decades of working and rest habits, which makes him a little lazy these days. Huang Jingping, who is about to be a mother, looks very homesick and parents.

"What's so easy? We can still do these here. Let's make a list, and we go to Chinatown to buy the same things. If you don't have them, just let them make it now."

Feng Yiping quickly stopped her and said that, for fear that Huang Jingping would hug her and cry.

The first time I was not with my parents for the New Year, but I was pregnant with Liujia, so I was prone to emotionality.

"Is it really possible?" Huang Jingping's eyes were shiny.

"Of course, you think, not to mention chicken, duck, pork, beef and mutton, it is very common. You can buy white tofu. The ready-made glutinous rice flour may not be sold, but there is glutinous rice, so it is no problem to let the restaurant process some. Look at other things, fish balls are made from meatballs, tofu meatballs, radish meatballs, what can't be made?"

"Then you won't go to school?"

“There is a class from a well-known professor in the afternoon, and it’s okay if you don’t go in the morning.”

"Then I'll go change my clothes right away. Chinatown will be very lively these two days,"

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After listening to the Nobel Prize winners invited by the college, he gave a lecture on building a value system. Feng Yiping and a few people in his group walked out talking and laughing.

There is really no simpler person in the group.

For example, Hahn, who is now discussing the content of the teaching just now, started his business in his junior year, and then happened to sell his company at a high price before the Internet bubble burst. He is a lucky successful person.

The only girl in the group, Jenna, who has been a White House intern and has traveled to 12 countries, frowned and looked at the crammed corridor in front of her, "What's going on?"

"Is it a star? I'll go and see," Hahn said, and squeezed in.

There are many celebrities here in Stanford, mainly sports stars. Because of the school's stadium, it hosts many domestic and international events.

After a while, the walls separated, and he greeted the classmates around him with a smile, and walked behind Hahn.

"Hi, Feng," the man's hair was gray and his face seemed to be always smiling.

Feng Yiping held his hand, "Hello Peppa,"

The person who comes to Google is Larry Page, who is one of the founders of Google and is currently the director of Google’s product.

"Sorry, I wanted to send an email, but after discussing with Brinn, I thought it would be better to come and invite you," Page said. "We both agree with some of your views and think there should be a lot of topics to communicate with you, so we wonder, do you have time to have a luncheon with us?"

Although Google was not as good as it was later, as the founder of the world's largest Internet search engine, there were not many people who could invite him in such a low position.

Even though Feng Yiping's blue ocean strategy is very recognized by them, the cloud computing he just proposed has also come to their hearts.

However, a scholar or expert who can only talk on paper cannot be so polite to them, but if the expert's practical ability is also first-class, then it is an exception.

They knew very well that the young man in front of them, who was younger than them, was also holding huge wealth in his hands, with an advanced and unique vision, and deserved their respect.

"I'm honored to meet with my idols," Feng Yiping praised her with such a politeness, "But you know, it's our traditional Chinese festival soon, the Spring Festival, so I'm really busy. Is this okay? After these days, I'll arrange my time immediately,"

"Okay, no problem. Will you all eat dumplings during the Spring Festival?"

…………

Feng Yiping and Page walked away shoulder to shoulder. Some of the people around him didn't know Feng Yiping's identity. "Who is that Asian? He didn't agree to Page's invitation immediately, and he still had to arrange time?"

"Don't you know?" A classmate who had heard Feng Yiping's speech said, "That is the youngest business management expert in the world. He has successfully run many companies, and he has just proposed a new concept with huge business opportunities, cloud computing!"

"Oh, he is the father of cloud computing?"

Everyone immediately felt that the image of the young man around their idol was also very tall. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!