Siheyuan: If I marry Qin Huairu, I will become stronger by showing off.

In 1957,

On December 10th in Stockholm, the air was filled with the chill and solemnity of winter...

Wu Youde got up early in the morning. He stood alone on the terrace, quietly looking at the mountains and city in the distance, and his heart couldn't help feeling a little restless.

Because in a few hours, he will win the world's most famous and valuable award - the Nobel Prize in Literature!

Wu Youde looked up at the sky, which was as blue as a mirror and cloudless, making him feel relaxed and happy. He whispered, "Happy birthday, Mr. Nobel..."

That's right.

December 10th is Nobel’s birthday and is also the day when the Nobel Prize in Literature is awarded every year in his memory.

Wu Youde's blessing came from the bottom of his heart. He has always been full of respect and admiration for the scientist whom he had never met and only heard of!

He is truly a great scientist who is smart, selfless, dedicated, and has lofty ideals and a great mind!

Alfred Bernhard Nobel, chemist, engineer, inventor, military equipment manufacturer and inventor of diatomaceous earth explosives, was born in Stockholm.

Nobel owned 355 patent inventions in his lifetime, opened about 20 companies and factories in 100 countries in five continents including Europe and the United States, and accumulated huge wealth.

If you come here,

He is just a very smart scientist and tycoon with a strong spirit of research, great business talent and management skills!

There are many people like this in the world.

However, this is not the case.

A year before his death, Nobel wrote a will…

His estate will be used to establish a series of awards to recognize the "greatest contribution to humanity" in physics, chemistry, peace, physiology or medicine, and literature!

The assets used to establish the five Nobel Prizes account for 94% of Nobel’s total assets!

How many are there?

3100 million Swedish kronor!!

The interest generated from this money each year will be awarded to the winners each year, and it will continue indefinitely.

3100 million, at the end of the last century...

This is definitely an astronomical figure!

Even the King of Sweden would be tempted by this wealth, but Nobel generously donated it all...

Wu Youde thought he couldn't do it!

It’s okay to donate part of the money, but should you donate all of it?

Go to Nima!

Why don't you donate all of it?

You have a very bad conscience!!!

Paying tribute to the ancestors,

Wu Youde then turned around and went back to his room to prepare for receiving the award later...

……

As the sun rises,

The whole city was dyed with a layer of golden light, and the whole city was immersed in a solemn and warm atmosphere.

Ten o'clock in the morning,

The magnificent award hall was filled with celebrities and it was dazzling.

Writers, artists, journalists and guests from all over the world gathered together, the place was bustling with excitement, and everyone was waiting to witness that historic moment...

When the King of Sweden slowly walked into the hall, the whole audience stood in awe.

The king was dressed in a gorgeous suit and wore a shining crown. His appearance brought the atmosphere of the whole scene to a climax.

The applause was thunderous and the cheers were overwhelming and did not stop for a long time.

After the king walked up to the podium, he looked around the audience and finally paused for a moment in the front row. He smiled at Margaret who was sitting in the front row and nodded slightly.

They are relatives.

The relationship is not far away.

This is nothing surprising. Intermarriage between royal families in Europe has always been popular, and this tradition began in the Middle Ages.

There are all kinds of relatives, including aunts and uncles, cousins, and uncles.

The king smiled at Margaret, then straightened his face and said loudly to the crowd: "I declare that the winner of this year's Nobel Prize in Literature is..."

"The one who wrote One Hundred Years of Solitude... Qing Long!!"

The selection was completed two months ago and the list has been announced.

Everyone in the audience knew that this year's winner was Qinglong, but when they heard the king's announcement again, they were still very excited...

Especially Margaret!

When she heard her distant cousin announce that her man had won the award, her heart instantly blossomed, her eyes lit up, and she was so happy that she stretched out her little hands and started clapping hard.

"Snap, snap, snap!!"

"Clap clap clap..."

Not only did she applaud herself, she also encouraged others to applaud.

"Olaf, come on and clap your hands. Join me. I'll show you a surprise later!"

"William, you too, applaud quickly. Don't you all want to know who Qinglong is? I know him, and I'll ask him to sign for you later."

"Lisa, what are you standing there for? Clap with me!"

Several princes and princesses of the Swedish and Norwegian royal families were named one by one and began to applaud at Margaret's instigation.

"Margaret, do you know that Qinglong?"

"Of course!"

"Really? Then do you know when the seventh Harry Potter book will be released? Is there a seventh book?"

"This... this is a secret. He told me not to talk about it and told me to keep it a secret!"

"Humph~ Margaret, I think you are just bragging. In fact, you don't even know Qinglong, right? Hahaha..."

"I don't know him? This is such a joke!"

Margaret was about to reveal some inside information, but suddenly her eyes rolled and she laughed, "Humph! I won't tell you so much, or you'll be shocked!"

……

The king gently pressed his hands down.

The applause paused for a moment, and he waited for a while before continuing, "I know everyone is very curious about Qinglong's identity, and everyone wants to know who he is?

What kind of person is he?

The king smiled slyly and said cheerfully, "Today the mystery will be revealed!"

He winked at the people in the audience, "Don't be too surprised when the time comes..."

finished,

His face straightened again, and he said in a deep voice: "The Nobel Prize was established in accordance with Mr. Nobel's will. From the beginning, it has always adhered to the principles of fairness, justice and openness!

Science and art know no national boundaries or races!

As long as it is an outstanding work, it has the possibility of winning an award!

under……"

The king paused, then said loudly: "Please welcome Qinglong, the winner of this year's Nobel Prize in Literature...

Come on stage and receive your award!"

"Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa!"

"Clap clap clap clap..."

The applause was like a wave, roaring like a tsunami, sweeping across the entire audience, deafening.

The atmosphere on the scene reached its peak in an instant!

Then,

A man in a cyan robe slowly walked up to the podium. Every step he took seemed so calm and unhurried. The delicate patterns on the robe sparkled charmingly under the light.

The color of the robe is deep and solemn, as deep as the sky.

The robe is embroidered with exquisite patterns, with dragons and phoenixes intertwined, symbolizing auspiciousness and harmony, showing a unique and ancient charm.

This person,

It was Wu Youde. His appearance shocked, surprised and stunned everyone present!

"This is……"

“This is an oriental robe!!!”

A reporter who was interested in Chinese culture pointed excitedly at the stage.

"Yes, that's a Chinese robe. They like to embroider dragon, phoenix, lion and peacock patterns on the clothes. They look pretty nice..." the lady next to her nodded.

"Qinglong? Could his pen name be related to his clothing?" a young writer speculated.

Everyone was talking and whispering.

When Wu Youde stood on the stage, revealing his yellow skin and black hair, the whole hall went wild!

"Oh my god, Qinglong is actually an Oriental!"

a European journalist in the front row whispered in amazement, his glasses nearly sliding off his nose.

"This is so shocking. I always thought One Hundred Years of Solitude was written by a South American writer. I didn't expect it to be written by an Oriental!"

A Latin American literary critic nearby shook his head in disbelief.

"And Harry Potter, I always thought it was written by a British writer, but I didn't expect it was written by an Oriental!"

one young reader chimed in excitedly.

"There are also inspirational works like 'Who Moved My Cheese?' I never thought that an Oriental could write so many popular works!" a middle-aged woman exclaimed.

"This is incredible...Oh God! How is this possible? Are you kidding me?!!"

“He is such a literary genius. How could the styles of works written by the same person be so different?

His works span different literary genres, from magic to fantasy to inspiration, and each one is breathtaking!

This is totally illogical, and he is an Oriental... This is even more illogical!"

"What country do you think he is from? Xiaozi, Singapore, or Hanguo?"

"Who knows? After all, they all look basically the same... But I guess it should be a small life, right?"

"No, no, no, I don't think that's possible, I think it might be Chinese!"

"God! Chinese???"

"How can this be?"

In the audience, people were whispering to each other and talking one after another.

……

On the podium,

Wu Youde was dressed in a cyan robe, looking dignified yet elegant. He accepted everyone's attention with a smile, and then began his acceptance speech in fluent English.

"Your Majesty, distinguished guests, I am Wu Youde, from China!"

boom! ! !

A single stone can cause a thousand ripples. The hall, which had just calmed down, was instantly ignited again, becoming bustling and noisy.

"Oh God!"

"He is Chinese... He is actually Chinese?!!"

“God, are you kidding me??”

"I never expected it! I really never expected that the Chinese could write so many excellent literary works and win the Nobel Prize in Literature..."

"I understand. I know why King Adolf said that. The Nobel Prize in Literature is indeed the fairest award. It has no national boundaries and no race..."

"This is truly a subversive realization! It turns out that a Chinese person not only has a profound cultural heritage, but also has rich innovation and imagination!"

……

Wu Youde stood quietly on the stage with a smile on his face.

Wait for a while,

He then said loudly: "I am Wu Youde, I am Chinese!!"

When the people in the audience heard his emphasis, they gradually stopped whispering and fell silent.

“I am honored to receive the Nobel Prize in Literature!

This is an immense honor and encouragement to me!

I want to thank my motherland, it is she who gave birth to me and my works!

Without my motherland, there would be no me!

I love you, my motherland! ! "

Wu Youde's voice was very deep, steady, powerful and full of appeal. After hearing his words, everyone in the audience looked at him sideways, and they all quieted down and listened patiently.

“My motherland is in the East, and its name is China!

She has a history of about 5,000 years. She is extremely excellent and extremely rich. Although in the past 100 years, she has become somewhat weak and suffered from the invasion of some hateful invaders...

But we have successfully driven away those despicable and hateful invaders. We are rising, and it won’t be long before we stand up again!

We will be able to stand tall among the nations of the world again!!

I love you, my motherland!!

At the same time, I would also like to thank all the readers and judges for their recognition and support. Without you, I would not be standing here today, at this moment...

Thanks!!"

As soon as Wu Youde finished speaking, the audience burst into warm applause and cheers again.

People stood up one after another to pay the highest respect to this literary giant from the East, from China...

"Crack!"

"Crack, click, click!"

"Click, click, click, click..."

The spotlights kept flashing, instantly illuminating the huge award ceremony hall in white. Wu Youde felt like his eyes were about to be blinded...

A Chinese person actually won the Nobel Prize in Literature...

This was big news. Once it got out, it would definitely cause a huge uproar and spark heated discussions among countless people. Therefore, the reporters in the audience were so excited that they raised their cameras and took a lot of pictures of Wu Youde.

Nearly five minutes had passed.

The crackling sounds finally disappeared and the hall returned to silence.

At this time,

The King of Sweden came over with a smile, followed by a maid holding a tray.

"Congratulations, Mr. Wu!"

The King of Sweden picked up a golden medal and said to Wu Youde with a smile.

Wu Youde quickly lowered his head and put on the medal.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"You're welcome, you deserve it, I love your work, all of it!"

When Wu Youde heard the Swedish king’s emphasis, he laughed. He didn’t expect that he was still his fan.

He smiled and said: "Thank you for your love. Your love and support are the biggest motivation for my creation."

"Haha...I'm looking forward to it!"

Talking

The King of Sweden picked up another check and handed it to Wu Youde with both hands, "This is your bonus, 68,000 francs."

Win awards and earn money!

Wu Youde felt very happy immediately. Sixty-eight thousand Swedish francs was not a small amount. In this day and age, one Swedish franc could be exchanged for 1.3 million US dollars.

These 68,000 francs are equivalent to more than 80,000 Milan dollars!

It’s a lot, really a lot!

Even if you marry a hundred wives in Beijing, you still can’t spend all your money!!!

Wu Youde took it happily and said with a smile: "Thank you, Your Majesty, and thank you Mr. Nobel!"

"You're welcome!"

The King of Sweden extended his hand, and the two men shook hands tightly, facing the audience.

“Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack!!!”

The spotlight flashed crazily again...

……