At 15 o'clock in the afternoon.

For most parts of China, it is still far from the dark at three o'clock in the afternoon. However, for the city of Stockholm in Northern Europe, it has entered a long winter night.

The snow that flutters in the sky is like a melting pot, engulfing everything in the world, melting everything into silver in the silver flame that rolls up and down. Only a few scattered street lights and windows reveal the outline of the street.

However, heavy snow did not cool people's enthusiasm.

On the streets not far from the Blue Palace, people wear thick down jackets and hand-made lanterns in their hands, as if watching the red brick and black tile castle not far from the faint light.

With the snow covered with goose feathers, the reporter in front of the camera, holding the microphone with the ctv logo, said in an excited tone.

"The street I am standing on now is Osterbergs Street not far from the Blue Palace. Behind me is the local Chinese residents. Some of them come from nearby communities, some from 100 kilometers away. The city, the hotel reservations in the nearby area are full...they are carrying paper lanterns in their hands and spontaneously gathered here. Let us interview them..."

Through the snow-covered streets, the reporter came to one of the Chinese people holding lanterns.

"This gentleman, can I interview you now?"

"Can be! No problem!"

Looking at the microphone with ctv, the man, who was about forty years old and wearing a down jacket, was quite excited and waved at the camera behind her.

"What is your mood now?"

Said, the reporter pointed the microphone in his hand.

Looking at the microphone that came out, the man in the down jacket, for fear that the sound was too small to hear, shouted loudly and shouted.

"Excited! Excited! Happy!"

"Can I interview you, what is it that makes you feel so excited, excited, and happy in this cold winter?"

The man laughed and said.

"There is no other reason! I am happy to see our scientists so cattle!"

Behind the curtain wall composed of wind and snow.

The blue palace standing on the edge of the lake flashed fire, just like the torch in the night, capturing all the gaze of hope.

The door of the Blue Room has been surrounded by reporters from all over the world. They are holding cameras in their hands, just like the hunters waiting for the action in the dark, just waiting for the moment when the door is pushed open an hour later, waiting for the figure to appear in the lens. In the moment, then press the shutter in your hand to record this historic moment.

At the same time, in the spacious hall, dozens of symphony orchestras played the music that kicked off.

Sitting on the special table and watching the crowds of people, the uneasy Lu Bangguo face a little nervous, could not help but whispered with the wife sitting next to him.

"You said that the boat in your home will be nervous."

Fang Mei did not speak, and Xiao Yan, who was sitting next to him, heard it and could not help but make a laugh.

"Dad, are you thinking about it? He won the prize, can't hang on both walls?"

Fang Mei smiled and patted Xiao Xiao's little hand and said.

"Your dad is always in a state of mind. Don't look at him sitting in the blue hall. It's actually no different from sitting at his son's opening ceremony and class meeting."

"Hey, hey, I am worried about my son. Don't you worry about your son?" The old face was red, Lu Bangguo glanced at Fang Mei, then looked at Xiaoxi, and "the condescending" counted down. "You don't understand, etc. You know when you have a son!"

Xiao Xiao spit out his tongue and made a face.

"Cut! See my brother has no hope, you start to crush me, right?"

"What is squeezing, do you have problems with your lifelong events? You are also gimmicks for so long, and you are not thinking about finding an object."

"No interest, and every day is too busy to die, how can I have time to fall in love."

"...no, I heard that the life of international students should be very colorful."

Listening to the speech of the old mapgun, Xiao Yan could not help but rolled his eyes.

“There are also big differences between international students and international students. Not everyone is enjoying life. What's more, there is Princeton, a small village far from the big city, plus half of the earth's weirdos are gathered there, everyone is there. Do your own thing... If you forget it, you can't understand it with you. Anyway, you don't have this idea at all."

"No wonder..." Lu Bangguo touched his chin and didn't know what he was pondering. He said to himself, "It's no wonder that I haven't found an object for so long. It turned out to be affected by the environment."

Xiao Yan: "... Hey, I think my brother is also one of the weirdos."

The voice of the symphony is getting more and more exciting, and the baton waving in the hands of the conductor is getting faster and faster, and the atmosphere of the audience is getting higher and higher.

"The last one who won the Nobel Prize in Physics and Chemistry was Mrs. Curie." Looking at the symphony on the stage, Edward Witten's eyes in a long trench coat with a hint of envy, said with emotion, "I didn't expect such a great man." Will appear next to you and me."

For the Nobel Prize in Physics, Witten can be said to have been obsessed for a long time, which is almost an open secret in the field of physics. But the Nobel Committee could not award this award to him because of his academic prestige, because both m theory and string theory are unconfirmed.

At least for the Physics Award, they won't make an easy compromise.

"Yes."

Unexpectedly, he looked at Professor Delini, who stood by his side, and Professor Witten said a joke.

“The most favorite student of his own is awarded this honor. Is your feeling only ‘yes’?”

"I have no research on physics and chemistry, and there is nothing more to say than to swear at him." After a moment of silence, Professor Delini continued, "But I admit that when I sent him an offer, I I really didn't think that his knowledge would bring such a big change to the world."

Looking at the eyes on the stage, there was a glimmer of relief. The old man without hair suddenly smiled.

“It’s also very interesting to say. The Bourbaki school has always advocated the purity of mathematics. He believes that mathematics should only serve mathematics. But from him, I see a different change.”

"Mathematics doesn't just change math, it can even change the world."

"I still remember that he said this."

"And, not just talk about it."

The symphony is over.

The Nobel Foundation's main seat stood in front of the stage and faced the audience of the audience, announcing the opening speech of the Nobel Prize award ceremony.

Immediately after arriving at the stage, it was the leader of the Nobel Physics Committee, Mats Larsson.

The old man with gold-rimmed glasses gently pushed the glasses, reached out and straightened the microphone, and continued with a steady and solemn voice.

“For a long time, we know very little about the world of higher dimensions.”

"Until a tiny dust, it broke into the eyes of all of us."

The meeting was quiet.

Everyone looked at the stage and waited quietly for the old man to continue.

"...it's so small that almost everyone, you and me sitting here...we missed it."

"But fortunately, everything has turned around."

"The Hadron Hadron Collider was established, and a new physics research system was born. Everything is because a great person does not give up. All of us have taken a big step forward and arrived at a place where everyone has not stepped on. field."

"And the facts prove that there is no accident in nature."

"There are some inevitable reasons behind everything that seems incomprehensible."

"Thanks to him, he did not give up."

It is like telling a distant legend, the old man’s voice carries a special appeal, and people can’t help but awe. At this moment, the old man suddenly increased the volume, and the sound brought a dignity and high.

"I announced on behalf of the Nobel Prize in Physics Awards."

"The winner of the 2023 Nobel Prize in Physics is"

"Lu Zhou!"