Chapter 1154: I have something to hide from you

After leaving the system space, Lu Zhou got up from the sofa and was about to make a call with Professor Carlson of the Clay Institute, but a string of bubbles popped up on his mobile phone.
Xiao Ai: [Master, a guest is coming. ? (^? ^ )]
The guests?
Who will visit him at this time?
Lu Zhou raised his eyebrows in doubt, but didn't even ask. He got up and went back to the cloakroom to change his clothes. Then he went to the entrance.
Standing outside the courtyard, Director Li was reaching out to ring the doorbell, but the iron door in front of it opened with a squeak, giving way to the main door.
The door not far away opened, and Lu Zhou, who stood at the door, greeted with a smile.
"Director Li? What wind brought you?"
Putting his hand back from the doorbell, Director Li said with a smile.
"I heard that you have returned to Jinling from Shanghai. Didn't I come to see you? Walk around, go in and say, don't stand outside and talk."
Looking at Director Li who walked away from him and deliberately burrowed into the room, Lu Zhou gave a little sting.
Although there is nothing wrong with saying that, I always feel that my lines have been robbed ...
After returning to the living room, Lu Zhou went to the kitchen to bring a cup of coffee and a cup of tea, put it on the coffee table, and then sat opposite to Director Li.
Just when he was planning to ask this old guy to make a special trip to Jinling from Shangjing to find him for what, Director Li first smiled and talked to him.
"Every time I come to you, I want to ask, your door is very high-tech, aren't you afraid to open it wrong?"
Don't worry, even if you admit the wrong person, Xiao Ai will never admit it.
So silently in his heart, Lu Zhou said with a smile.
"Face recognition technology is very advanced now ... is there anything?"
He didn't believe that this guy went to Jinling just to see himself.
Director Li smiled and said, "Are you busy now?"
"Not busy ... or busy, does it matter?"
In fact, after completing the project of Z particles, Lu Zhou was basically idle. Instead of being busy, he even planned to go to France.
However, as soon as he was halfway talking, he noticed the kind smile on Director Li's face, and immediately changed his mouth.
After dealing with this old man for so many years, this smile is so familiar to him.
As long as they meet, Bacheng is asking for help.
After trying twice, he couldn't get it right. Director Li made a helpless expression, frankly.
"Okay, then I'll just say it, this is the thing ... Didn't you say at the end of last year that you plan to come out with the whole good thing? Now you can tell me what it is?
Lu Zhou: "...?"
good stuff?
What a good thing.
Looking at Director Li froze, Lu Zhou hesitated and asked.
"Is this happening?"
Seeing that Lu Zhou didn't recognize his account, Director Li was anxious and said quickly.
"That must be there! Have you forgotten? When I came to you at the end of last year to talk about the IMCRC, you told me and told me to keep it secret for the time being, so don't fool you."
When I heard that I was talking about IMCRC at the end of the year, Lu Zhou immediately remembered it, and then embarrassed and smiled.
Seems like it really happened.
But to be honest, in fact, he was thinking that this task would get 30,000 points. I was afraid that it could be exchanged for a lot of good things, so I just said it casually, mainly to send him away.
The virtual reality technology I made last time hasn't been completely digested yet. He didn't really think about what to exchange for this time.
"Oh oh, that thing, I think about it-no, how could I forget such an important thing," Lu Zhou coughed, and looked at the director Li who cried and couldn't laugh and continued. How can it be so fast, I have to prepare for a while, I will tell you when I have news. "
Director Li said with tears of laughter: "Academician Lu, what you sell at this point is a little ... a little too much, at least tell me what it is?"
What if I knew I still needed to sell you something?
Although he thought so, Lu Zhou certainly could not say so.
"For a variety of reasons, please allow me to keep it secret for the time being, anyway ... you can wait for a while with peace of mind and won't let you wait too long."
He did not give Director Li the opportunity to continue talking. Lu Zhou immediately turned the topic forward, diverted the topic to a place of eighteen thousand miles, and embarrassedly said.
"By the way, I happened to think of one thing. Recently I plan to go to France. Can you see if you can ... find a way to help me arrange it?"
Director Li: "..."
For so many years in this position, he was the first time to see such a brazen ...
...
In February in Paris, although the winter was nearing its end, the chill in the air had not yet dissipated. Most of the pedestrians on the street wore down jackets, or they wrapped themselves tightly with scarves.
Especially in this populated suburb
Because the street outside the window is too quiet, the air here is even colder.
However, for Molina, this quiet environment couldn't be better.
In the old house where she had been watching for some years, she was wearing a black goose down coat, standing in front of the oil painting on the wall and looking like a sculpture.
"It's been thirty years ..."
It has been a long time since she stood in the morning until she spit it out from her mouth. She continued to talk to the oil painting with a nightmare-like voice.
"Please, please tell me what should I do next ..."
For seven years, she has been working tirelessly with Riemann's conjecture as the goal.
Although she knew that hard work might not have results, and she was mentally prepared to never see this issue resolved in her life, she never imagined that everything would be over.
Yes.
everything is over.
She didn't know what kind of mood she was at this moment.
During the proof process of the thesis, she could not see a little bit of her own results, as if the methods she had racked her brains at all did not matter.
But when those formulas were written on the whiteboard, it was so smooth and taken for granted that she felt like she had gone through all these seven years.
After returning to France from St. Petersburg, she locked herself in this house. She did not return to Princeton or contacted her friends. She just asked the dean to take a long vacation, and the whole person seemed to be from the mathematical world It disappeared like no audio.
In fact, does it matter to me?
She had thought about it more than once.
After all, the results she made anyway now seem to be nothing more important ...
Holding hands together in sleeves, looking at the granddaughter's back, the old man in pajamas leaned against the handrail of the staircase, his eyes filled with complexity and a trace of guilt.
As if after a long ideological struggle, he finally made up his mind to grit his teeth, and always wanted to say that, but he never said anything.
"... One thing, in fact I have been hiding from you."
Without turning back, Molina said in a calm voice.
"... If it's your story with Granny Anissa next door, you don't need to say it, we all know it."
"No, not that," the old blushed, the old man coughed, and the silence lasted for a long time before finally speaking. "... Actually, our family is not a descendant of Niels Abel."
When she heard the words of her grandfather, Molina put a warmth in her eyes.
"I know you're comforting me. I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
Grandfather: "... No, I'm telling the truth."
A serious look at the grandfather.
This time, Molina froze.
Although she didn't believe it by instinct, she gradually realized that it might not be lying or comforting her when she saw that it wasn't a joke or a confused look.
She swallowed hard, and asked with a trembling voice.
"... what do you mean?"
Now that the determination had been made, the old man no longer hesitated and nodded vigorously.
"This secret I was going to bring into the coffin. In fact, our family has nothing to do with that Mr. Abel. I have never been to Norway, and my father and grandfather have never been to it ... In fact, I just retired I was going to go back then, but in the end I gave up. "
Molina: "Then my last name ..."
"I'm indeed Abel ... but there are actually many people with French surnames Abel? I remember when I was in high school, we had two in our class. So did you, and so did your dad. Why are they so upright? Abel only died in his twenties and died. He never married. It was all written in the history of mathematics. Did n’t anyone in mathematics see it? "
The expression on Molina's face seemed to be going crazy ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Looking back at the oil painting on the wall, her eyes widened.
"That oil painting is also fake? And those notes in the collection room ..."
The old man felt guilty and whispered: "Those things are not fake ... after all, they are not masterpieces and are not worth much money. Including the math notes he wrote in his youth and the incomprehensible things he wrote, all When I was young, I bought it from a collector. I originally intended to donate to the museum, but after various accidents, I finally put it on hold. "
Taking a half step back, Morina shook her head, looked at her grandfather, and said with a broken face, "... I don't understand, why are you lying?"
Why did you lie to me for so long?
"At that time, your father's math score was not good. I pointed at the oil painting casually. You really shame our surnames, and then I don't know what happened. His math score suddenly stunned. At first I was wondering, but this was a good thing anyway, so I didn't pay much attention to it. Until one day he suddenly found me and asked me if our family is the descendant of Professor Abel. I ... Keep your mouth shut. "
He seemed to be ashamed of his lies. Looking at his granddaughter, the old man lowered his eyes and sighed heavily.
"It turns out that there are no good-faith lies in this world. A lie is a lie, and a lie must be made up by countless lies. No matter how perfect it is, how seamless it is, it will eventually cost you. Sorry, I really I just said casually that I didn't expect things to turn out like this ... "
"If you want to hate, hate me."
Glancing at the mural on the wall, Morina's heart seemed to be broken.