Chapter 330

Under the spotlight of the masses, Jackson, the representative of the selection committee, completed a series of greetings and entered the most grand award-giving session.

"The winner of this Nobel Prize in Literature is,

Chinese writer Ye Xuan.

With a hallucinatory and keen brushstroke, he blends legend, history, and the contemporary...

The Nobel Committee invites you to step forward, accept the Nobel medal awarded by the King of Sweden, and give your acceptance speech."

Accompanied by the sound of the symphony orchestra behind him, the lights dimmed, and the eyes of the whole hall fell on Ye Xuan, who was sitting in the winner's seat.

Many people were seeing Ye Xuan for the first time.

Seeing Ye Xuan stand up, even though they had expected it, many people still had expressions of shock that they couldn't hide.

It was simply that Ye Xuan was too young.

When the previous Nobel Prize in Literature winner won, they were already nearly sixty years old.

And the Nobel Prize in Literature winner from two sessions ago was the youngest Nobel Prize in Literature winner in a hundred years!

And they were already over fifty!

But look at Ye Xuan's age.

In his twenties, he had already reached a height that many people found difficult to reach in a lifetime!

Amidst the mixture of astonishment, envy, and admiration from countless people, Ye Xuan, dressed in formal wear, slowly walked onto the award stage.

Watching Ye Xuan walk up, the King of Sweden, dressed in royal attire, solemnly handed the medal in his hand to Ye Xuan in front of him.

"Congratulations, Mr. Ye Xuan."

After nodding slightly to express his gratitude, Ye Xuan took the golden medal in his hand.

Turning around, he raised the golden medal in his hand and waved at the camera.

As if saying silently.

The Nobel Prize in Literature medal has been taken by China.

It was clearly a very simple action, but at this moment, everyone felt that Ye Xuan and the golden medal in his hand were shining brightly.

Countless viewers were even more blood-pumping.

"So excited at this moment!"

"Holy crap! I feel like there's a layer of holy radiance on this kid!"

"I feel so proud!"

"The medal with the highest gold content for a Chinese person, none other"

……

Countless Chinese people seemed to have a sense of shared pride.

This was the first time a Chinese person had won the Nobel Prize in Literature!

It was also the first time a Chinese person had stood at the award ceremony of the Nobel Prize in Literature!

What did this mean?!

It meant that Chinese literature had filled the previous void in the world!

It meant that Chinese literature finally had a place in the forest of world literature!

Ye Xuan's winning was like finally holding the previously unreachable moon in his arms, fulfilling the literary dreams of countless Chinese people in one fell swoop!

As if telling countless Chinese people that the Nobel Prize was never so unreachable!

At this moment, as the first Chinese person to attend the Nobel award ceremony, winning the highest honor that other writers would spend their whole lives chasing, Ye Xuan's hand holding the microphone was still very steady.

His face remained calm and composed.

Clearing his throat, Ye Xuan spoke slowly.

"Thank you to the Nobel Literature Committee for their recognition of me."

And as soon as he spoke, everyone was shocked.

The reason for such shock was that Ye Xuan used Chinese.

You know, the acceptance speech of a Nobel Prize winner is often required to be delivered in English, the world's common language.

Since the establishment of the Nobel Prize, no one had broken this point in a hundred years.

Now, Ye Xuan used a language that had never been used before at the Nobel award site.

Chinese!

There were so many foreigners off-stage, and they all revealed expressions of confusion, clearly not understanding what Ye Xuan was saying.

But Ye Xuan's behavior was declaring to countless Chinese people (Li De De).

I don't care about those foreigners, I only care if Chinese people can understand!

In an instant, the netizens watching this scene became even more excited.

"I'm proud from head to toe!"

"This is the pride belonging to the descendants of Yan and Huang!"

"This is the love belonging to the blood!"

"Chinese is the most beautiful language in the world!"

……

Ye Xuan didn't care about the shock his Chinese sentence brought to others.

He was Chinese, using Chinese to give an acceptance speech was only natural!

At this moment, Ye Xuan slowly picked up the golden medal in his hand, and towards all the cameras off-stage, his voice was sonorous and powerful.

"This is the starting point of Chinese literature, but not the end."

His voice wasn't deliberately raised, but every word was clear and powerful.

It wasn't practiced for a long time, nor was it rigidly memorized.

As if speaking to countless Chinese people.

Rather than looking up at the milestones created by others, it's better to climb to the highest peak yourself!