Chapter 347 The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light
December 8, 1913, Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences.
According to past practice, the Nobel Prize winner needs to give a speech before the official award on December 10.
At this moment, Master Qian stood on the stage, already looking somewhat like a master.
Although his speech was not as sensational as Li Qiwei at that time, it still won the applause of the whole house.
In the front row of the audience, Li Qiwei held Wang Luyao's hand and suddenly exerted a slight force.
This time, because Xianglan was infected with cold, she stayed in London to recuperate.
Wang Luyao felt the warmth in her palms, and the tacit understanding between husband and wife made her understand Li Qiwei's ups and downs of mood at this moment.
She turned her head and said to Li Qiwei: "Ms. sir, the Fifth Division has been able to stand alone, and the burden on your shoulders is finally lighter."
Li Qiwei smiled at her and pointed his fingers at her. Heart to heart.
"When I see them, I see hope."
The speech ended perfectly with thunderous applause.
With the giant Buddha Li Qiwei sitting in charge, no one present made it difficult for Fifth Master Qian and others.
Because everyone mainly came to him to say hello and inquire about the City of Science.
Nowadays, word has spread in the scientific community that Professor Bruce, the world's first scientific man, will build a science city in Asia.
Regardless of the results, the gimmick was solid and people in all scientific fields were extremely curious.
I have never heard of such a city since ancient times.
Li Qiwei could only give a rough explanation.
On December 10, the Nobel Prize award ceremony was held as scheduled in Stockholm. (Peace Prize in Oslo, Norway)
This year’s Nobel Prize winners took turns taking the stage to receive the award.
With gorgeous lighting layout and elegant and soothing music, Li Qiwei lamented that the Nobel Prize is getting better and better.
In the first session, it was relatively simple.
And now, there is a noble atmosphere.
After coming down from the stage, the faces of Master Qian and the other three were full of excitement.
Soon, they stood in front of Li Qiwei, just like the good babies.
At this moment, the three of them understood how important their previous doctoral careers were to them.
At the same time, they also realized the meaning of their mentor.
Li Qiwei looked at the three handsome young men, and the more he looked at them, the happier he became.
He patted the shoulders of the three of them respectively, and then said with a smile:
"How does it feel to win the Nobel Prize?"
"Are you excited now?"
The three looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
Qian Wushi said: "Before I won the Nobel Prize, I felt that the Nobel Prize was extremely sacred."
"After winning the Nobel Prize, although my feeling has not changed, there is a different feeling. Enlightenment.”
“If others only remember that you won the Nobel Prize but don’t know what the results of your award are, it means you have failed.”
Li Qiwei's expression changed and he glanced at Master Qian in surprise.
“It’s not bad that you have such an awareness at such a young age.”
“It seems that you still maintain your academic heart.”
“You are only five years old. Master, don’t be so old that you look older than me.”
Qian Huzhou and Deng Huaining laughed.
Li Qiwei said proudly: "Go and study it boldly and confidently. Your efforts and achievements are worthy of all honors."
The three of them were instantly excited and excited.
At this time, Tagore and several big figures in the literary field walked up to Li Qiwei with smiles on their faces to say hello.
Li Qiwei also saw him, and the other person was the winner of this year’s Nobel Prize in Literature.
The Q&A between him and Tagore at the Second Blues Conference was impressive.
Tagore believed that Li Qiwei was a born poet.
Soon, the two met each other. Tagore looked very excited, and his eyes tightened when he looked at Li Qiwei.
Li Qiwei smiled and congratulated: "Congratulations, Tagore, you are the first Asian to win the Nobel Prize for Literature."
Tagore smiled and said: "Bruce, if you switch to literature, I will I believe the second person is you.”
The big guys around laughed.
Before Ridgway could speak, Tagore said again:
"The more I study those two sentences you made last time, the more flavorful they become. I hope to publish them in my book in the future."
< br>"Because it is very consistent with my style."
"Of course I will mark this as your work, Bruce, will you agree to my request?"
Li Qiwei chuckled.
"Of course."
"This is a small thing."
Tagore was very happy. Professor Bruce was as expected in the rumors, free and uninhibited, playing in the world.
Then he smiled and asked:
"Bruce, have you made any new masterpieces recently?"
"You must not bury your talent!"
Li Qiwei paused, and he really thought of a sentence, which was very suitable for the background of this era.
So, he smiled and said:
"I did get something occasionally recently, but it was only one sentence."
Tagore was overjoyed when he heard this and asked quickly.
"Really, Bruce, let us see it."
Li Qiwei thought for a few seconds and said:
"The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light ."
The words just fell.
Boom!
Shocking!
Several big guys around me felt a vigorous power from this poem.
Qian Wushi, Wang Luyao and others also tasted this poem carefully.
However, the most shocking person at this moment is undoubtedly Tagore.
There seemed to be thunder exploding in his mind.
At this moment, Tagore felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling and his muscles were trembling.
That was an unimaginable resonance.
Dark night, black eyes, looking for light.
Isn’t this talking about him?
His motherland is now a British colony, and this is the night.
And he has the motherland in his heart and works tirelessly for it. These are the black eyes.
Through literature, he expressed his voice to the world and the voice of India, which is to find light.
Tagore felt that he could hardly breathe.
An indescribable feeling suddenly rose in his heart.
A line of tears slowly flowed down, and my mouth remained open for a long time without uttering any syllables.
A pilgrim's expression and flush appeared on his face.
This scene immediately confused Li Qiwei.
He was at a loss: Brother Tai, don’t scare me. Why is your reaction so strong?
Of course Li Qiwei knew the meaning of this short poem, but he did not expect that Tagore would instantly empathize with it.
He had to sigh that poets did have a special feeling.
A good poem can touch the softest place in their hearts.
After a full minute, Tagore gradually recovered.
He gently wiped the corners of his eyes and said softly:
"Sorry, Bruce, I just lost my temper a little bit."
"It's really because the poems you wrote are so good. .”
Tagore thought of Li Qiwei's background and said:
"Before, some people in our circle questioned your work, thinking that you saw it in some corner." "Then I modified it slightly and regarded it as my own. Works."
"But now, if anyone says that again, I will break off relations with him directly."
"This sentence, I believe, will affect the whole world. No one can write it except Bruce yourself."
"The fate of China at this moment is very similar to that of India."
"And Bruce, you are the black eye, and science is the light you find."
"Such a great and sincere Emotions are mixed in this short sentence. "
"I am endlessly moved."
Li Qiwei stared blankly at Tagore's analysis of this poem.
He himself didn't think of this level at all.
But Lao Tai’s explanation directly sublimated this poem and gave it a new meaning.
So, he shook hands with the other party vigorously and said firmly: "The one who knows me is Tagore."
"Yes, it was under this kind of thinking that I wrote this This sentence."
"Tagore, your eyes are literature, and my eyes are science."
The two looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.
A group of big guys around were shocked and didn't say anything.
Then the two parties agreed with each other.
Tagore said that he would encourage domestic scientists to actively participate in the City of Science and contribute to the cause of science in Asia.
Li Qiwei invited Tagore to have the opportunity to visit China, which was undergoing innovation in the cultural field and needed the guidance of a master like him.
The two formed a deep friendship.
At this time, one of the big guys suddenly seized the opportunity and asked quickly:
"Bruce, I heard that you have been writing a novel, when will it be published?"
"We have never read a novel written by a scientist, so we can learn from it."
Tagore also smiled and said: "I can guarantee that Bruce's novel will be unique."
"Bruce, have you thought of a title for the novel?"
The people present were all big names in the literary field. They thought that with Ridgway's genius, it was reasonable to come up with one or two independent lines of poetry.
But if the novel you write can reach the level of just black eyes, it is almost impossible.
Novel is different from poetry in that there are too many factors to consider.
Story, skills, personal style, etc.
Therefore, what the big guys are actually looking forward to is novelty.
This is a novel written by the world's first scientific man. This gimmick alone can arouse the curiosity of countless people.
Even if the writing is a little poor, the literary masters present can understand it and even give kind comments.
Faced with everyone's questions, Li Qiwei smiled lightly and simply announced it directly.
“I write science fiction novels, and the core theme is about anti-war.”
"As you all know, too many wars have occurred around the world in recent decades."
"As a peace lover, I believe that I have an obligation to promote anti-war ideas."
< br>"The name of my novel is "Insects"."
"It tells a story about what happens between alien civilization and earth civilization."
"It is expected to be published next year Publishing.”
"At that time, experts will still need to criticize the shortcomings."
After careful consideration, Li Qiwei decided to change the name of the novel from "Water Drops" to "Insects".
Because this change will better highlight the theme he wants to express.
Everything that human beings are proud of is actually no different from bugs in the eyes of higher civilizations.
A group of bugs are shouting and killing each other every day, and they are constantly fighting among themselves. It is ridiculous to think about it.
This is enough irony of the war.
Li Qiwei said it very modestly, but it still caused a little shock in the eyes of the big guys.
The subject of anti-war is not a particularly advanced field in the literary world, but it is more atmospheric.
The big guys think it is more appropriate for Bruce to choose this direction.
Furthermore, the science fiction theme is consistent with his own profession, so it will be more realistic when written.
But everyone agreed that this would be the same as "Twenty Thousand Miles Under the Sea", which would focus on science fiction and might not be as literary.
The main thing I read about novels like this is novelty.
So the big guys were polite and praised him constantly, but they didn't take it seriously in their hearts.
The only exception was Tagore. His pair of deep eyes stared closely at Li Qiwei.
From the latter's pupils, he seemed to see those shocking scenes in the novel.
Tagore felt that Bruce's novel would not be so simple and would definitely cause a certain sensation.
Soon, he discovered that he was wrong.
Because the sensation caused by "Bugs" was a hundred times stronger than he imagined.
It even has a place in the world literary world, and it has suddenly opened up a new literary field.
——
After returning to Europe from Sweden, it was already the end of 1913.
Li Qiwei began to prepare for his return.
He first resigned from King's College London.
In the office, Vice Principal Karp sighed:
“Hey, Bruce, I don’t want you to leave at all.”
"Bakla just went to the University of Edinburgh as a professor, and now you are leaving again."
"The school's physics department has lost more than half of its power in an instant."
In this era, scientists Job-hopping is very frequent, especially among European countries.
So later generations will often see that the same big man will be in the directories of historical celebrities in several universities.
This is actually a good thing. Having choices will make you more motivated.
After Bakra learned that Li Qiwei was going back to Asia, he felt that staying at King's College had little meaning for him.
So I joined the University of Edinburgh, which offered better treatment.
Li Qiwei smiled and said: "Don't worry, Garp, Professor Thomson and I have already made an agreement."
"My classmate, Professor Richardson, will come back from Princeton next year."
“I recommend him to be Head of Physics at King’s College.”
"Professor Richardson has also made many breakthrough results in the field of thermionic ions."
"I believe he will be qualified for this position."
Karp was overjoyed after hearing this.
Although he didn't know much about Richardson, it didn't matter.
Because the other party is also from Cavendish, Cambridge, and is Bruce's classmate.
With this connection in place, King's College London can still leverage Ridgway's influence.
In fact, Karp also knew in his heart that it was impossible for a scientist of Li Qiwei's level to work at King's College London for a long time.
The other party’s future is the vast sky and sea!
After settling the school affairs, Li Qiwei handled the company's layout at home.
At this moment, Zhang Maodong is giving him an annual report.
Li Qiwei decided to gradually transfer the company's important business to the United States.
Because in the next four to five years, Europe does not need to consider development.
At this time, Li San walked in and brought important news.
The British government just sent a notification.
British Prime Minister Asquith invited Li Qiwei to meet to discuss matters related to the City of Science.
The time is set for January 10th after the New Year.
Li Qiwei was startled for a moment, then smiled slightly.
Finally here.
(End of this chapter)