The due date has arrived, but Chen Jiaxuan's belly doesn't seem to react at all, the baby in the belly is very quiet, and only the occasional fetal movement can feel the presence of the little one.

Lin Han was taking his daughter-in-law's hand and walking on the boulevard of the confinement center at this time, his home was far away from the hospital, and he was afraid that the traffic jam would be too late, so he simply lived in the hospital.

Although there is no local tyrant to contract the entire floor, he does choose the confinement center with the best reputation and the strongest confidentiality in Yanjing.

"Why don't you say this little guy is always in a hurry?" Chen Jiaxuan happily touched her belly, which was already bulging very high, and her whole person looked full of joy.

Lin Han patted her arm and replied with a smile: "I guess I want to stay in my mother's belly for a few more days, anyway, the doctor said it's okay." ”

In order to wait for the birth of his first child, he has put down all his work in the near future, and having a relative with his own blood in this world makes him feel more like he belongs, and no longer thinks of himself as a stranger!

The withered yellow leaves of the ginkgo tree fell on the two of them in the wind, and the two of them walked slowly on the boulevard.

……

At this time, Europe is just entering the morning, and the Swedish Academy in Stockholm is already bustling with people.

After a whole year of selection and repeated reading and discussion, the Faculty of Arts will elect the final candidate among the five finalists!

The awarding body has the final say and can overturn the unanimous recommendation of the jury and will not accept any appeal.

Shheld, the president of the Faculty of Letters, who is over sixty years old, looked at his old friends around him, "This is the fifth round of voting, and if none of the candidates have more than half of the votes, then we will either elect two or be vacant." Please discuss and then vote! ”

Of the 15 academicians, at least 8 votes are required to win.

However, none of the final five candidates could reach the leading position, and the academicians had different preferences, and it was very difficult to reach an agreement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's almost November and we have to get the final result today." Peter Inglen sighed, he didn't want to break the tradition of the Nobel Prize for Literature.

The jury put out the works translated into Swedish in front of them, and if anyone who wants to win the Nobel Prize does not have a Swedish version, there is certainly little hope.

Expecting this group of veteran reviewers to read books in English or other languages is harder than climbing to the sky!

"I recommend this writer of Japanese descent, Asia needs a Nobel Prize winner in literature, and obviously Nobita Ishiguro has such strength, and his works "Mountains and Mountains", "The Long Day is Coming to an End", and "Don't Let Me Go" are very charming."

"I support Catherine's proposal, Nobita Ishiguro's passionate power, who reveals an abyss under the illusion that we are one with the world."

"I'm sorry, but I think his work is a little narrow. In fact, we have a pretty nice young man in front of us, Lin Han. He has created one mysterious science fiction world after another for us, not only with majestic imagination, but also with the unique delicate subtlety and restrained beauty of Asians, this is a real international writer! ”

"His work is good, and I especially like this Hyperion. But he's still very young, and there are many opportunities to compete for the Nobel Prize in the future, so I vote for Atwood! This lady is over 70 years old and still continues to create, which deserves our commendation. ”

"Why not Amos Oz? This Hebrew writer, who has been writing since the time of the war, has left us with many spiritual treasures. ”

Shielde shook his head, and he said dissatisfiedly: "Campbell, we are looking for writers who deserve praise and awards, not to tie literary prizes to politics, which is what the Peace Prize should do!" ”

Karl, with all white hair, tapped his fingers on the table, "Listen to me, old guys. You can't measure a writer by his age, that's unfair to him. Lin Han is indeed very young, but I am shocked by the works he creates! Look at "The Three-Body Problem", it is a complete masterpiece. ”

"That's right, in addition to whimsy, there is also a complex plot. Lin Han successfully created the theme of the story at the forefront of science, trying to set the limits of the scientific power to explore the mysteries of nature, while not neglecting to portray events and characters, and his smooth brushstrokes even cleverly set the tone for the entire trilogy. ”

"Not only does he write science fiction, but the fairy tales he writes are also a must-read for my grandson every day. Charlotte's Web is a celebration of friendship and life, and I love the story. ”

The Nobel Prize in Literature is never awarded for a single work, but directly for a certain writer, so all his works will be taken into account.

Chairman Sheld, who stopped further discussion, said: "Ladies and gentlemen, remember who we are and do not let outside influences us. The last vote is related to this year's Nobel Prize, please be careful! ”

The old men and old ladies who had been arguing just now stopped, and they were proud to be a member of the jury, to be a member of the Swedish Academy, and now they naturally had to work hard to maintain the prestige of the Academy.

"I propose Lin Han, Asia needs him."

"The world needs a young creator, and Lin Han has the ability!"

"I still support Nobita Ishiguro."

The 15-person vote was soon over, and Shelde looked at the results and finally smiled.

"Gentlemen, the results of this year's Nobel Prize in Literature have been announced, let us share them with the world!"

……

Thursday is an ordinary day, and office workers are waiting for Friday to arrive, and at this time, a piece of news has detonated the global media.

"The Nobel Prize in Literature announced?"

Lin Han had just connected the phone from his assistant Xie Xin, and he didn't care much and said, "If it's announced, it's announced, what's the matter with me." ”

Xie Xin on the other end of the phone snorted and laughed: "Boss! This year's Nobel Prize in Literature is really related to you, congratulations! ”

"Congratulations?" Lin Han chuckled in his heart, could it be what he thought, right?

"If you falsely report the news, all your wages and bonuses will be deducted this year."

Xie Xin didn't care at all: "Just now, the Swedish Academy of Letters broadcast live on Swedish National Television, and the president of the Academy of Letters announced that you are this year's Nobel Prize winner in literature!" ”

She has repeatedly verified this news, and even called the overseas Penguin Publishing Group to inquire, if she is not 100% sure, where would she dare to disturb Lin Han?

However, at this moment, Lin Han had just heard Xie Xin's news, and as a result, Chen Jiaxuan was touching his stomach with his hand, his expression was extremely painful, and it seemed that even standing had become a problem.

"Honey, I feel like my amniotic water has broken!"

Ignoring the phone, Lin Han hung up the phone and put it directly in his pocket, picked up Chen Jiaxuan and trotted towards the confinement center.