Vol 2 Chapter 154: Grandpa's request

. Hollywood's Secret Garden Lord's Request
Damn it! I missed such a good opportunity! I can't believe it! "Even if I've gotten into the car and left Princeton. Angela still said furiously, waving her fists. And from time to time, she turned her head and looked at the school that had gone away uneasily. It seemed that she wanted to return in the next second Go and turn the whole school upside down.
She failed to catch up with that weird. When she runs by. That man has disappeared without a trace. Ask people around. Most of them shake their heads to indicate they don't know. After all, he walked around the school for so long. Many people take it for granted-of course. They still respect him-let alone say Angela is not a student of Princeton. Even the school manager can see and go in and out of any building. So after searching for several times, the girl had to leave.
"This chance is probably smaller than a meteor shower. I'm really rude to say sorry ..." Angela was still stunned. Natalie couldn't help rolling her eyes. "Shut up. Angie!"
The girl shivered. Somehow looked at her: "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Nata covered her forehead. Glancing at her angrily. "Do you know what you looked like just now? A fanatic who has forgotten everything when he saw his idol told me. You are really that genius girl!"
"But that's John Nash!" Angela resisted. "Don't tell me. If you like math, you don't know who the founder of Bo-Lun was. You should know just the year before. He won the Bomb Award Economics Prize!"
Pop prize? "Natalie blinked and looked blank.
"Regardless of Nobel's original intention. It is an indisputable fact that the appearance of bitter acid has greatly enhanced the efficiency of killing people." Angela pouted. "This is not something that can be ignored."
Natalie suddenly felt a little bit crying. Her leap-headed thinking is truly unmatched: "Listen. Angie. I know who John Nash is. I also respect this ... genius. But I still think you ..."
"How much do you know about him? Angela interrupted her suddenly." How much does he know about him?
"Genius Bo-Theorist. Nash Equilibrium. Nobel Prize in Economics for 4 years of severe schizophrenia ..." Natalie extended her index finger and tapped on her nose. Honestly admitted: "That's it. Not much."
"Compared to many people. It's very good. You must know that many people were surprised to find that Nash is still alive after the bomb award was given last year!" Angela said, shaking her head. "He proposed the Nash equilibrium at the age of twenty. But half a century later, it should have been his honor. No, it's not sad."
"Perhaps geniuses can't get rid of their crazy destiny. Van Gogh is so. Nietzsche is so Nash. From his thirties, he began to have unrealistic fantasies. Always think of every letter in the New York Times It has its meaning. Only he can understand their meaning. At the same time, he thinks that any event in the world can be expressed by the same mathematical formula. In the end, he is not sent to a psychiatric hospital.
But fortunately than Van Gonzice. There are many friends and a good wife who hasn't given up even if he gets married! Even in the most difficult times. His wife still took care of him with his meager salary and the support of friends and relatives, and he placed him in Princeton. then. Frequently, a strange and thin man was seen wandering around Princeton's campus. Occasionally mathematical formulas are written on the blackboard. This is the origin of "The Ghost of Princeton"!
until one day. God finally set his sights on this unfortunate. He was soberly awake, and slowly started to recover. As if to celebrate this, he won the Bomb Bell Economics Prize for 4 years! "
If not this last sentence. Angela's narrative is absolutely emotional. But now Natalie just gave a chuckle. But the girl still said cheekily: "So. You know. In the future, I want to be hit by Prince from behind in Princeton like today. It can hardly happen!"
"Okay. Okay. I said." Natalie raised her hand. "That's all. Don't you want to adapt Nash's experience into a movie script?"
Followed her and muttered again, "I thought it was because I was interested in mathematics. That's how I learned it."
Angela pretended not to hear. I just answered, "I do have this plan. But not now. In fact, I only know a little about Nash's first thing. If I really want to do that, take the time to collect information."
She was right. My main understanding of Nash. Basically limited to the biographical movie "Beautiful Mind". And some information collected online. There are many things that I don't remember. But about movies. There are still two lenses to make unforgettable.
One of them was when Nash's wife finally couldn't stand it. Thinking of holding the child out of the house
when. Russell Crowe played Nash rushed into the heavy rain and blocked the car shaking and watched his wife calmly sentence by sentence: "That child ... has never grown up ... they ... does not exist"
The other is the last moment. In Princeton's lounge. When Nash won the Nobel Prize in Economics, it spread. The surrounding professors came over. Put his pen on the coffee table in front of him. Then there was applause.
That's the charm of movies. A worthy movie is even more. There are always moving and memorable fragments. Don't forget even after many years!
in fact. I was chasing after, but mostly curious. Think about the difference between a real Nash and a Nash played by Russell. Don't expect a hate science guy to chase Nash because of math. Angela thinks so fondly about math. But I also don't like science. No. How did she choose Harvard over Princeton.
Okay far away again. No, no, no. Good luck. A general plan already exists. I have been picking the right movie. Believe that "beautiful soul" is definitely eligible to be one of the choices. The girl squeezed her hands gently. At this point she had completely calmed down. The "Beautiful Mind" in memory seems to be released in 2001. So I still have time. And the script should be an adaptation of John Nash's biography. If you can get the right to adapt, you may also make yourself more time. Anyway. take it easy!
Although his interest in New York has been known to the media. But the hard part-including tabloid reporters-didn't disturb her outside the villa on Long Island. No matter how long it is in the report. When I mentioned the current residence, I just said the last sentence in unknown language. Angela currently lives at her home on Long Island. He didn't even mention Grandpa's name.
Although no one said the reason. But the girl guessed a bit. So she is very proactive and often goes shopping with her friends or alone in Manhattan. No matter if the reporter takes a picture or asks for a signature. No one is coming. Significant cooperation. So this period of time is basically full. straight--
"Come with you at the reception?" Angela blinked at the grandfather in front of her. The old man smiled and nodded slowly.
"Of course no problem!" The girl smiled. The answer is very easy. Does not seem to think. Brian, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, coughed slightly.
"Don't answer me in such a hurry. Dear." The old man glanced at Angela's godfather. Still keeping his smile. "I know you don't like to attend the reception. So think about it first."
"Does this need to be considered? The girl is a bit off. Brian's soft voice came again.
Angela ignored him at all. He waved immediately: "Since it is your request. Of course I will not refuse."
"Don't be so anxious. Kris." Grandpa shook his head a little funny. "Let's think about it and tell me the answer."
Accompanied by. It was Lane's third mild cough. The girl could not help rolling her eyes. Looking at him with hands on hips: dear godfather. Can't you just say something? "
Brian laughed bitterly. Zhiwu glanced at the old man intentionally or unintentionally. Grandpa immediately stood up: "Just so. Give me the answer at night."
After Grandpa went upstairs. Angela looked at her godfather again: can you say now? "
"You little guy" Brian shook his head and sighed.
Almost as high as you. But no longer a little guy. "The girl shook her fist in dissatisfaction.
"Okay. Then want me your big guy?" Brian asked with a smile. After seeing Angela's face darken. It just returned to the bitter smile just now: "As Jedy said. Dear. You really don't-adapt to certain things."
"What is it?" The girl was puzzled. Just sit beside the godfather. "Can't you just say it?"
Brian touched her head lightly. Some questions still remain unanswered: "Kriss. You are not the same as everyone else. Whether it is my Jedi Marie or your uncle and aunt. You have your own pursuit of heaven. And you are uncompromising. So some things really Not for you. That's what your father meant. But ... "
Having said that. He suddenly turned sharply: "Do you know. Tomorrow's reception will come with a lot of people. In addition to our family. Meyer family Francis family and so on. There are not many receptions on the upper floors of the Empire State Building like this!"
Angela had somehow at first. But then came to understand. A strange look suddenly appeared on his face. And Ryan spread his hand: "If you refuse. The old gentleman will not blame you."
(There is still a tail at the back. It's just time. It's coming first. Wait to modify it.) (To be continued) 2k novel reading network