The due date has arrived, but Chen Jiaxuan's stomach seems to have no reaction at all. The baby in her belly is very quiet, but the occasional fetal kinetic energy can feel the existence of the little guy.

Lin Han was walking on the tree-lined avenue in the confinement center with his wife's hand. His home was far away from the hospital, and he was afraid that there was too much time to get traffic jams, so he simply stayed in the hospital.

Although there were no local tyrants who contracted the entire floor, he chose the confinement center with the best reputation and the strongest confidentiality in Yanjing.

"Why are you always not in a hurry to come out?" Chen Jiaxuan happily touched her bulging belly, and she 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 turned down all his work in the near future. Having a relative with his own blood in this world makes him feel more belonging and no longer treats himself as a foreigner!

The withered ginkgo leaves fell on the two of them in the wind, and the two of them slowly moved forward on the tree-lined avenue.

...

At this time, Europe had just entered the morning, and the Swedish Academy in Stockholm had become popular.

After a whole year of selection and repeated reading and discussion, the School of Literature will elect the last candidate among the five runners!

The awarding agency has the final decision-making power and can overturn the unanimous recommendations of the jury and will not accept any appeals.

Shelder, the chairman of the School of Literature, who is over 60 years old, looked at his old friends around him, "This is the fifth round of voting. If no candidate has received more than half of the votes, then we either select two people or have a vacant one. Please discuss and then vote!"

15 academicians must get at least 8 votes to win.

However, none of the final five candidates can reach the leading position. The academicians have different preferences, so it is very difficult to reach an agreement.

"Gentlemen, ladies, it's almost November, and we have to get the final result today." Peter Inglen sighed, not wanting to destroy the tradition of the Nobel Prize in literature.

The judges put out their works translated into Swedish in front of them. If anyone who wants to win the Nobel Prize does not come out of the Swedish version, then his hope will definitely be slim.

It would be harder to expect these old judges to read books in English or other languages ​​than to climb to the sky!

"I recommend this Japanese writer. Asia needs a Nobel Prize winner in literature. Obviously Nobita Ishiguro has such strength. His works "The Mountains Are Low" and "The Long Days Are End" are very charming."

"I support Katherine's proposal, Ishiguro Nobita's novel has the passionate power, and under the illusion of our being connected with the world, he reveals an abyss."

"Sorry, I think his works are a bit narrow. In fact, there is a pretty good young man in front of us, Lin Han. He has created one mysterious science fiction world after another for us. Not only does it have a grand imagination, but also the unique delicate, subtle and restrained beauty of Asians. This is a true international writer!"

"His works are good, and I especially like this "Hiberian". But he is still very young and has many opportunities to participate in the Nobel Prize in the future, so I voted for Atwood! This lady is still working on creation at over 70 years old, and deserves our rewards."

"Why isn't Amos Oz? This Hebrew writer who has been writing since the war has left us with a lot of spiritual wealth."

Shelder shook his head and said dissatisfiedly: "Campbell, what we are looking for writers worthy of praise and rewards, rather than binding the literature award to politics. That's what the Peace Award should do!"

Carl, who had completely white hair, tapped the table with his fingers, "Listen to me, old guys, you can't measure a writer because of his age, that's quite unfair to him. Lin Han is indeed very young, but the works he created shocked me! Look at "The Three-Body Problem", it's a complete masterpiece."

"Yes, in addition to fantasy ideas, there are also complex plots. Lin Han successfully created the theme of the story at the forefront of science, trying to set the limits for the scientific power of exploring the mysteries of nature, and at the same time he did not neglect to portray events and characters. His smooth strokes even cleverly set the tone for the entire trilogy."

"Not only knows how to write science fiction, the fairy tales he wrote are also a must-read by my grandson every day. "Charlotte's Net" praises friendship and life, and I like this story very much."

The Nobel Prize in Literature has never been awarded for a certain work, but directly targeted at a certain writer, so all works under his name will be taken into consideration.

Chairman Shelder stopped everyone's further discussion and said, "Gentlemen, ladies, please remember our identities and not be affected by external factors. The last vote is related to this year's Nobel Prize, please be cautious!"

The old men and ladies who were still very arguing just now stopped and became a member of the review meeting and a member of the Swedish Academy of Literature. Now they naturally have to work hard to maintain the reputation of the Academy of Literature.

"I suggest that Lin Han, Asia needs him."

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

"I still support Nobita Ishiguro."

The voting of 15 people was over soon. Shelder looked at the statistics and finally smiled.

"Gentlemen, the results of this year's Nobel Prize in Literature have been announced. Let's share this result with the whole world!"

...

Thursday was an ordinary day, and office workers were waiting in a daze for Friday, and at this time, a piece of news triggered global media.

"The Nobel Prize in Literature has been announced?"

Lin Han just answered the phone call from his assistant Xie Xin, and he said without much care: "If it is announced, it will be announced. What does it have to do with me?"

Xie Xin on the other end of the phone laughed: "Boss! This year's Nobel Prize in Literature is really destined to be with you, congratulations!"

"Congratulations?" Lin Han's heart skipped a beat. Could it be what he thought?

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

Xie Xin didn't care at all: "The Swedish Academy of Literature has just been broadcast live on Swedish National Television. The President of the Academy of Literature announced that you are the winner of this year's Nobel Prize in Literature!"

She has repeatedly verified this news, and even called the overseas Penguin Publishing Group to inquire. If it is not 100% certain, how dare she disturb Lin Han?

However, Lin Han had just heard about Xie Xin's news, but Chen Jiaxuan touched her belly with her hands, her expression was particularly painful, and it seemed that she was even a problem with standing.

"Dear, it seems that my amniotic fluid has broken!"
Chapter completed!