At this time, the mother saw the officials walking over again, and she quickly looked at the list in her hand, looked happy on her face, lowered her head and said to the little boy:

"Blolin, don't you like it, the winner of the Literature Prize is here."

The little boy was only eleven or twelve years old. The little guy's eyes lit up and he immediately came up. He had just seen the large photos and introduction of the winner and had a little impression.

But in the eyes of Westerners, it is almost the same as when people in Easterners look like they are almost the same.

So the little guy looked at the oriental people in front of him, and then came to Liu Qingshan:

"Sir, can I take a photo with you?"

Liu Qingshan smiled and shrugged: "Of course I'm very happy, but little guy, do you really want to take a photo with a stranger who is not the winner?"

Everyone around them also showed kind smiles, and the little boy seemed to understand, and he blinked:

"But sir, I really seem to have seen your face somewhere?"

At this time, the old man who had just taken a photo came over: "Brolin, you can take a photo with Mr. Mountain first. Perhaps when you grow up, Mr. Mountain will also be a winner."

"Mounting? Oh, I remembered it. I read the fantasy journey of the Shepherd Boy who wrote, which was a great book!"

The little boy suddenly looked excited, and the freckles on his little nose were all shining with excitement.

Relatively speaking, this shepherd boy is more popular among children.

So Liu Qingshan introduced the writer Lu to the little guy, and then the two adults led a child to take a photo together.

After taking the photo, Liu Qingshan walked towards the old man just now: "You are Mr. Morrie, it's a great honor to see you."

He just praised him, so Liu Qingshan certainly wanted the old man to express his respect.

Morrie is an American, so she knows Liu Qingshan’s situation quite well, and she is a very cheerful little old man, laughing twice:

"Mr. Mountain, your master is the old man who has made outstanding achievements in treating AIDS. He deserves this award more than I do."

Liu Qingshan hurriedly thanked his master again: "You are too humble."

However, his heart was also moved: Maybe Grandpa Mute really has the chance to win this championship in the future.

Mr. Joseph waved his hand: "Mount, you are too modest. Actually, what I said just now is right. You are excellent in literature and economics. As long as you persist, you will definitely surpass me."

Whether it is out of politeness or encouragement to the younger generation, this evaluation is very high.

Liu Qingshan really has never had such an idea. The Nobel Prize or something is not his goal.

But sometimes it is like this. Unintentionally planting willows and willows, unknowingly, Liu Qingshan has made great achievements and is also qualified to win the championship.

The only thing that restricts him now is his age, and Liu Qingshan is still too young.

Many winners are in their sixties and seventies, or even in their eighties.

Then Liu Qingshan introduced the writer Lu to Joseph, and as both winners, he had to have friendly exchanges.

Just as everyone was having a good time, a very abrupt voice suddenly came:

"A famous teacher produces a great disciple. Mr. Mounting is a favorite student of Professor Peter. Of course he is qualified to win the award, but the premise is that your teacher can win the award, hahaha."

The laughter was a little harsh, obviously with a bit of mockery. Liu Qingshan turned around and saw a foreigner in his sixties staring at Liu Qingshan with sharp eyes.

He said to Liu Qingshan provocatively: "Introduce yourself, I am Merton, the winner of this Economics Award, and I am old friends with your teacher Professor Peter."
Chapter completed!