Chapter 183: more than

Lin’s original speculation was that since the exact graph isomorphism had a quasi-polynomial algorithm, and proved that the exact graph isomorphism problem belongs to the npc problem, Professor Zeng would become the one who left a strong stroke in the history of mathematics. Therefore, he took out the research results of Lao Lin many years ago and perfected it and published it.
but……
However, if the proof of Lao Lin was wrong many years ago, then this paper will not be published at all. How did this paper come from, and whether Professor Feng had academic misconduct in the process of writing this paper really did not make sense.
Everything is because it is wrong.
"How could this be?" Lin heard the sound of her breath, and the pressure was very low, trying to keep calm, but she knew that she was standing in the rain, the eardrum roared, and she was covered with rain.
After a while, she can continue to talk, but still can not stop shaking gently, "then you know who wrote the letter, who?"
"I don't know." The voice is very light. "Do you know?"
"I..." Lin sighed his lips. "I just thought it was strange. Since the person who wrote the letter realized that there was a problem, why didn't he publish it in the academic forum, but wrote a letter to Professor Zeng privately? ""
"It's not surprising, because he is a very rigorous person. The publication of all academic opinions should not be arbitrary. It needs to be evaluated. Professor Zeng is a very suitable candidate." The singer paused, "and more importantly." Yes, for mathematicians, directionality is very important, and the wrong direction will affect the academic research of many people. If this matter is spoken by him, then it is very likely that it will sink into the sea, perhaps soon or after a period of time. The man found the problem. He said in the letter that he did not want others to waste academic life on the wrong issue like him."
I don't want others to waste academic life on the wrong issues like him.
This sentence is too light and too heavy.
"He must have been studying for a long time, but it is a mistake. It’s a pity." Lin Chaoxi said one word at a time, and his chest was sour and embarrassed.
"Evaluation by the result theory, the proof of the error is really meaningless." On the phone of the phone, it seems that someone is urging him, but he still uses a consistently steady rate of speech and slowly said: "But this is mathematics, all for the unknown. The tried are very precious."
"Yeah." Her hands trembled and she said she had exhausted all her strength.
At this time, she heard the broadcast of the stadium in the background: "Below, there are representatives of outstanding graduates, students of the mathematics department, and they will speak on the stage."
It was really just interrupted. She reluctantly said: "You are going to talk, I will wait until I get down, I will send you to the airport, and then I will talk."
"The letter also proposes a new way of thinking about the wrong proof." The image of the scorpion walked into the venue from a quiet place. "But he said that his body may not be able to continue research, he will be determined that he can not continue. , package all the drafts and send them to Professor Zeng. I am sorry."
The phone hangs up.
Lin Zhaoxi stood in front of the window of the old forest office, and his eyes fell on the cardboard box under the office desk. He only felt that it was shrouded in a huge void.
Everything fades around, no matter how bright the sun is, people can't see hope.
She had some thoughts before she heard the last sentence. Will the person who wrote the letter not be Lao Lin, Lao Lin only reported the academic misconduct of Professor Zeng, and she still has the opportunity to do something for Lao Lin?
But until he said, "Because of physical reasons, unable to continue research," she probably understands that there will be no other people, and she may not have a chance.
On the desk, there is also an elementary school mathematics question that Lao Lin has tried his best to complete. His self-evaluation is clear--the long-term memory is not damaged. The formula is still very clear, but it is difficult to use.
Lao Lin has always been very awake. He thought about fighting, so he wrote to the editorial department. But after realizing that the paper was wrong and he was not able to follow suit, he chose the best way to deal with it.
Because of the disease, he must deal with the problem as soon as possible, so Lao Wang will say that "Zeng has a clear opposition to Professor Feng's thesis."
Because of the disease, he even packed the manuscript, and waited for it to leave after leaving. Then he resigned in the company and happily went to the noodle shop to eat noodles.
What he cares about is always the impact his mistakes may have on others. But obviously, when you realize that you have made a mistake, it is also a time of new inspiration and self-breakthrough.
But because of the disease.
Lin Zhaoxi could not help but kneel down at the desk. She felt that she should burst into tears, but she did not cry.
It turned out to be very regrettable. It was like what was written in the novel. It would be like a thing that smashed a huge hole in the body, as if there was wind through it, but nothing could be caught.
Lao Lin has already seen it very clearly. The fate is the most cruel mountain. No one can pass.
In front of this mountain, everyone is equal, and everything is a big deal.
In front of the old Lin Packed carton, Lin Chaoxi almost unconsciously took out the things inside, want to see if it is related to the isomorphism or npc problem draft.
If it was a few months ago, she probably couldn't understand the content at all, but now she can understand it.
After a piece of draft paper turned over, she realized that it was indeed related to the isomorphism.
She roughly understood the mark that Lao Lin made on the manuscript paper. Understand what is wrong in the process of argumentation, where to choose what new lines, and some possible explorations, Lao Lin has written very clearly.
The sun completely enveloped her, and those new or old drafts were shining.
She is probably still very proud.
For many years, her father has been doing the work he really likes, silently and entertaining, but it is still very focused and serious.
But because of this deep understanding of this point, Lin was only more difficult to accept.
So many years of silent efforts, but in the end lost to the fate of indiscriminate, there will be no Lin Zhaosheng three words in the history of mathematics, he will really be in the dust, no one but her, no one remembers him.
Is the result really not heavy?
After finishing the last manuscript, Lin Chaoxi took a deep breath.
At the bottom of the carton is a few books taken by Lao Lin.
A book "Introduction to Calculus and Mathematical Analysis", an "approximationalgorithmsfornp-hardproblems" and a "Primary School Mathematical Day Training".
The books are very old, she turned over and the blanks are marked by the old forest. So many years, the habits of Lao Lin have never changed.
In the end, Lin Zhaoxi picked up the "Primary School Olympiad Daily Training" with a childish color illustration on the cover and twisted and wrote the words "Lin Zhao Xi".
After a while, Lin realized that it was the textbook that Lao Lin taught her to use in her school.
After opening it, there was a lot of her childish writing inside. Lao Lin never corrects right or wrong, but will occasionally write something interesting after her finished topic.
Sometimes it is a "turtle" and sometimes a few ducks are painted. Lin Xixi can't remember the specific situation when Lao Lin wrote these things, but she is sure that this is what happened in the real world.
Because in the distant parallel space, she has never done such a question at all, and there is no such memory.
It was also at that moment that Lin had a clear feeling of being in two different worlds.
At that moment, there were strange thoughts that suddenly disappeared into her mind, as if I had some water, but imprinted.
She couldn't help but scan the snow-covered manuscript paper again. This is the content in the world where Lao Lin made a breakthrough and could not continue.
So what about the world?
Maybe there is no Alzheimer in that, although Lao Lin and she have been separated, but now in a world that is probably very good?
Although like the Arabian Nights, can she bring the unfinished work of the world's old forest to the old forest that has spare power in the world?
Paper materials obviously can't go to parallel time and space, she must understand everything as much as possible and then take it away.
Since June 30th has been circled by Lao Lin with a red pen, then even if it proves wrong now, even if academic misconduct is meaningless, what?
The time cut point is the time cut point. It is not finished today, isn't it?
The result is not important, the result is very important!
At this moment, Lin Xixi knows her goal very clearly, which is very clear.
Whether she is successful or not, she wants to try it.
After that, Lin quickly calmed down. The first thing she did was to get up and lock the door of the old forest office.
She sat down at the old Lin’s desk again, opened the mailbox, and downloaded the papers she had packaged at the Yongchuan University Library at noon today.
There is a printer in the office and the paper printing process is very smooth.
She picked up the paper and pen and printed the paper, sat on the sofa chair that Lao Lin used to sit on, and carefully looked at the first line of abstracts.
This paper has been semi-formally published by Professor Feng, and has a complete discussion process and proof of ideas. The first thing she has to do is to understand Professor Feng's proof of this error, and no textbook is better than this paper.
The tea soup is very hot, and Lin Chaoxi is especially focused. However, the thesis is written in English, and even if she is very good at English, there are a lot of things that she can't read. So she looked at the first time and then looked up again. The time has passed an hour.
There are a lot of things on the paper that she circled with a red pen, and she is very stable. She looks at the second time.
Time passed by, and Manager Zhang came to knock on the door.
Lin Zhaoxi shouted "Don't go, lend me an afternoon", and the middle-aged people sent away.
The third time, she put the paper down and went to the old carton's packed cardboard box to spread all the drafts.
The snow-white manuscript was spread over the floor, and she sat down on the ground and sorted it out in a logical order.
All the content was divided into three piles. From the previous proof, she opened the first one in the old manuscript.
In general, the number of drafts is huge, and her own mathematical ability is not enough to fully understand Lao Lin's ideas, so it is very difficult to see.
She hopes that she is guilty, so at a glance, she can clearly copy all the content in her mind.
But obviously, she is not awkward.
She can only write down as much content as possible while trying to understand. If you can't understand it, you can only memorize it.
Under the pressure of time, she has never had such a painful memory process. In the face of the process she was completely strange, she could only write down each symbol a little bit, then put down the paper, restore it in her mind, and then take another look.
Loop back and forth
She hates herself for not having to learn a little more before, which may speed up.
But at the same time, she is also sincerely thankful.
Fortunately, she has chosen to embark on a completely different life path. She has worked hard and never slacked off, so that she can have the courage and ability to continue in the face of the vast manuscript paper.
Increasingly, her mobile phone flashed repeatedly in the process.
The squad leader - you are really absent from the graduation ceremony, when will you get your diploma?
Lu Zhihao - Why haven't you come yet, do you and Yu Zhi said to go directly to the airport?
Hanamaki - I even went to the airport, you haven't come yet, is the coffee table bigger than me?
Looking up again, the sky is a splendid sunset, beautiful.
Just then, the dark screen jumped again.
Oh, is it solved?
Looking at the name on the phone, Lin sang for a moment, then realized that she probably could not get to the airport.
All the confession processes she had thought of became meaningless. Today, the skylight is not clear, and the goodbye outside the hallway of the classroom was not different.
The long life between them may start from this moment, and they will never meet again.
Lin Zhaoxi put down the last page of manuscript paper and stood up.
The sunset outside the window is red and bloody, and all the scenery in the city is dyed with a magnificent orange red glow.
She went to the window, dialed the phone of Laolin, pressed the hands-free button, and placed the phone on the window sill.
She took a deep breath, picked up the pen, and wrote an "e" on the "Primary School Olympiad" written with her name.
The phone is connected.
"Comrade Lao Lin, I have a problem." Lin Chaoxi vacated the other hand and opened the window bolt. "In this long and beautiful life, have you found what you really want to do, and never have an instant, I feel sorry for my original choice?"

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The sunset outside the window is like a fire, and the phone is a new message from Lu Zhihao.
Lu Zhihao - We have already arrived at the airport. When are you coming, there is still something...
The window opened, the summer wind poured in, and the manuscript paper was blown up.
"Of course." Lao Lin said.
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