Zheng Ren sent another WeChat message to Xiao Shi, then saw dozens of unread messages on his phone, found Director Pan, and clicked on the video call.
"Director." Zheng Ren put the phone aside and said to Director Pan while he was washing.
Director Pan was sitting in the office, seemingly busy with something.
"Zheng Ren, what time will the awards be presented today?" Old Director Pan asked.
"Director, the award time is too late, so don't watch." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "We entered the venue at 4pm and the music started at 4:30pm. By then it was already 11:30pm over there."
"Well, why are you talking so much? There will be a live broadcast tonight."
"There should be." Zheng Ren said, "Director, let's go back on a weekend."
"Come back for a drink. This time you have to drink a bottle of beer no matter what. Let us celebrate!" Old Director Pan said obviously very happily.
"Okay." Zheng Ren was not disappointed. A bottle of beer. Although the hangover was uncomfortable, this kind of thing must not dampen the old director's interest.
"Director, how are you feeling lately?"
"Why do you ask this every time? You asked me the night before yesterday." Old Director Pan frowned and tapped the "Pipe Cone" beside him with his fingers. "It's okay. I'm very strong. You don't need to worry about it. I won the Nobel Prize. Don't worry." Be proud, you are still young and have a long way to go."
"I know, Director." Zheng Ren said to Director Pan while brushing his teeth. Although it was not formal, he was not so reserved when talking to the old Director.
"Did you just get up?"
"I didn't sleep all night. It's my lady's birthday today, so I squatted downstairs to keep watch in the middle of the night." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "I just came back."
"When can I have a grandson?" Old Director Pan suddenly asked something he shouldn't have asked.
Zheng Ren held the toothbrush in his mouth and suddenly froze, looking at the screen of his phone, "Director, if I propose, when do you think the best time will be?"
"Whatever, it's just a formality, it's not important." Director Pan waved his hand and said, "It's serious to leave a baby. If you don't have time, I can take care of it for you. We're on the right track now. I guess it's not far away." I will retire completely soon."
Zheng Ren thought for a while, scratched his head, and continued brushing his teeth. Come on, this question is so difficult.
Let Director Pan take care of the child, he won't spoil the child, right? Besides, the old director's grandson is already going to college, do you want to take care of him again
Can your body tolerate the food
When he thought of getting married, having children, and having a new little life waiting for him, Zheng Ren was a little confused about his future.
This is a world beyond his control. Zheng Ren immediately thought of what to do if the child disobeys.
"What are you thinking about?" Director Pan asked when he saw that Zheng Ren was still silent.
"Director, what do you think will happen if the children disobey? The children of Director Zhou's family in the imperial capital pretended to drink pesticides, but I scared them into becoming obedient."
"Isn't it okay if you can't do anything to your own child? There are so many doctors in our hospital." Old Director Pan said nonchalantly.
"..." Zheng Ren felt that Old Director Pan had misunderstood, so he quickly rinsed his mouth, and then explained, "No, I am worried about education issues."
"Can you have some idea, get married first!" Old Director Pan scolded, "You haven't even gotten married yet, and you start thinking about your children's education? Can you be more unreliable!"
“…”
Zheng Ren thought about it and laughed. There are often news about couples chatting at home about what to do after winning the lottery, and then they get divorced while chatting. I didn’t expect that I would make this mistake too.
I think a little too much, maybe I'm used to it in the hospital. After receiving the patient, you have to consider various things, including admission examination, surgery, complications... all the way to discharge.
"Director, if you can't stand it tonight, don't watch the live broadcast. The same goes for watching the recording tomorrow." Zheng Ren warned, "I will go up to receive the award. I estimate that my appearance will only last a few minutes."
"Isn't there still a speech?" Old Director Pan asked.
"I didn't speak during the award ceremony. I only spoke at the dinner. I would like to perform an operation in the city hall, but that's not possible." Zheng Ren was especially talkative in front of old Director Pan.
"That's not okay. The dinner is also a speech. Take the time to think about it carefully today." Director Lao Pan said seriously, "You are representing our country and people."
"It would be great if we can win the award. Besides, we don't need their recognition. The strong will make themselves stronger, it doesn't matter."
Although Zheng Ren said this, under the insistence of Director Pan, he still agreed to think carefully about what to say in his speech.
After hanging up the video, Zheng Ren hid the idea of getting married and having children deep in his heart. Things had to be done step by step. He had to get rid of today's award ceremony first.
To be honest, I am really tired. Zheng Ren started to have a headache when he thought about the huge crowds of people in Stockholm City Hall, and when he thought about asking him to play Mozart's music in a formal way to his seat.
There are too many people, and my energy is consumed too much. I don’t know if I can handle it.
As for the dinner party... I'll fool around with it and see if I can sneak away when I can. For Zheng Ren, "talking and laughing" with countless mosaics at a dinner party is definitely not as happy as holding her hand and walking through the thick snow on the streets of Stockholm.
Just get over it, Zheng Ren cheered himself up.
After breakfast, Yiren came and changed Zheng Ren into the white shirt and suit required for the ceremony. After looking at it carefully for a long time, Yicai clapped her hands happily.
We don't have time to be together during the day today. Zheng Ren has several academic conferences here. He wants to meet with the giants in the academic world, and Dr. Charles has to meet before flying over.
The busy day passed like this. At 3:50 in the afternoon, Zheng Ren arrived at the city hall on time.
Stockholm City Hall is a typical Swedish-style three-story courtyard building, oriented north-south, facing the frozen Lake Mälaren to the south. It is a tradition that the Nobel Prize Award Ceremony is held here every year.
Fountains, sculptures, flowers and trees, and green spaces are cleverly placed in the long square in front of the hall. It's just that it's winter now, and everything you see is a sheet of white snow, which looks a little boring.
To the east of the city hall is the Old Town Island where the Nobel Museum is located, to the north is a small river, and to the west is the bustling commercial district.
The overall shape of this century-old building is like a huge ship. A 106-meter-high bell tower stands on the bow of the east end, which means sailing towards the sun.
There are three golden crowns on the top of the tower, representing the prosperous Swedish royal family and the Norwegian royal family and Danish royal family controlled by them. The white snow and red bricks made Zheng Ren feel like he had arrived at Sijiu City, the old imperial capital.
The open south gate is a row of high arches, and inside is a wide courtyard that can be entered and exited freely. Turn left and go up a few steps to the city hall gate.
Already, guests watching the ceremony could be seen passing through the wide foyer through the security check and arriving at the inner hall.