I haven’t chased stars for many years. After dinner in the evening, everyone looked forward to meeting their idol and the "Knowledge God" of the new era, Mr. Fan Deng. President Zhang, the beautiful president of Linquan, arrived a day early and said that this was the third time she had come to see Teacher Fan Deng. The first two times were when she transferred several times to Jiaozuo and once when she went to Shanghai to attend Teacher Fan Deng’s activities. . She said that Teacher Fan Deng was the male god she admired and admired his knowledge, cultivation, grace and affinity. There was a group of book friends who couldn't hold it any longer and drove to the highway exit to pick them up. We were arranged to wait in the hotel lobby.

A large group of people were holding balloons and holding books. They waited and waited. Finally, another large group of people arrived, hugging a fat uncle wearing a bright red down jacket. It was Teacher Fan Deng! It’s Teacher Fan Deng! I had read it thousands of times on my mobile phone, but today I was able to see it in person. Everyone rushed up to it. Some asked for photos, autographs, and expressed their admiration. They surrounded Teacher Fan like a bucket and could not move. Teacher Fan did not speak, but signed the books that were handed to his face one after another and took photos with everyone. President Zhao of the Fuyang branch was so anxious that he hurried forward to stop the book friends who kept flocking to him, and told everyone that Teacher Fan was tired from the long journey and would be free tomorrow to fulfill everyone's wishes. Linquan President Zhang squeezed to the front to help Teacher Fan, saying that Teacher Fan was tired and asked Teacher Fan to take a rest early. Finally, the crowd slowly dispersed, took a group photo, and followed Teacher Fan Deng to the elevator. When they saw him walking into the elevator and closing the door, everyone reluctantly left.

On the way back to the hotel, President Zhang felt a little sad. She said she felt sorry for Teacher Fan. He was really tired and his eyes were dark. The book friend who picked him up said that Teacher Fan's voice was a little hoarse. , for tomorrow’s speech to thousands of people, so I can’t say much now. Yes, I also saw Teacher Fan’s white hair on the temples and his thin and no longer burly back. We have shown that film countless times in reading groups. Teacher Fan said above: "Someone asked me if I was tired? I said no. In fact, whether we are tired or not is a label given to us by the brain." But at this time, I agree. President Zhang feels that Teacher Fan is tired sometimes, and this is it. So take care of yourself, for the sake of his lovely son Dudu, for the millions of members, and for the meritorious reading career.