Chapter 1158: Knot

Instead of coming in together, Molina stood at the door.
This seemed to be a big conflict between the grandfather and granddaughter. When entering the house, Lu Zhou could clearly feel that the old man was a little embarrassed to face her.
Not very clear about the contradiction between the two, and Lu Zhou didn't really want to get involved in other people's family affairs. After explaining his own intentions, he quietly followed the old man's footsteps to the wall-mounted painting on the staircase .
The person in the picture has dark blond curly hair and bracket bangs that are still very popular today. The young features show the peace and harmony that do not match the age ... and a little handsome.
Although it is a little bit less interesting than myself, it is already very good.
But other than that, there didn't seem to be any clues expected by Lu Zhou, just a pure portrait.
"This painting was created in 1835 ... It is said that it was created by a little-known painter in Norway at the time according to the dictation of his loved ones." The old man said behind Lu Zhou.
In fact, this loved one was actually Professor Abel's fiancee, but after a while he hesitated to selectively hide this.
Withdrawing his sight from the oil painting, Lu Zhou asked the old man curiously.
"So this painting is almost two hundred years old."
"Forget it, the most valuable thing in this room is probably this thing ... though not much money."
How much was spent at that time, the old man can no longer remember. But if you want to pay enough for your own salary, it should not be anything particularly expensive.
After all, not everyone is interested in the portrait of a mathematician, let alone a "short-lived" genius. If it is not for a special hobby, people who can afford a large price will most likely not buy it. Perhaps the museum will be willing to buy the painting, but it will be difficult to pay a high price.
The precipitation of time alone can't really explain anything. After all, it depends on the artist's fame, who painted it, and the background of the work.
"Apart from the oil painting and those notes, is there any other relics of Professor Abel?"
The old man nodded.
"That's it."
Nodded thoughtfully, Lu Zhou said suddenly after thinking for a while.
"Speaking of which, I always have a problem."
"what is the problem?"
"Professor Abel is said to have never married, are you his ... a blood relative?"
Hearing this problem, the old man suddenly had an embarrassing look on his face, and looked away.
"……Perhaps."
Maybe?
Looking at the old people, Lu Zhou stumbled slightly, guessing something vaguely, so he left this topic that might cause embarrassment.
"Where did you get these things?"
"From the hands of a collector."
Lu Zhou asked immediately.
"Can you still contact him? I mean, can you introduce him to me?"
The old man shook his head and said.
"That guy died a few years ago, I'm afraid I can't help you. If you're interested in Professor Abel's relics, those notes are all there. Although I didn't expect my granddaughter to send them all Here you are, but ... In short, I hope you can keep them safe. "
Captured the shame that flashed in the eyes of the old man, Lu Zhou affirmed the guess in his heart.
Sure enough, the descendants of this so-called Professor Abel were mostly self-styled by the old man. In his impression, the genius who had only lived in his twenties had only one fiancee, ignoring the situation of illegitimate children, and the possibility of leaving his offspring was almost negligible.
The reason why Molina's mood was so unstable last night was because she knew it.
Thinking of the resistance that Molina showed on the face of the old man when she was at the door just now, Lu Zhou was silent for a while, and suddenly said.
"Last night, your granddaughter was emotional ... Ah, I didn't mean that."
"I know, it seems you've seen it, isn't it a crappy lie?"
Seeing what Lu Zhou wanted to say, there was a stun in the eyes of the old man.
He shook his head, his voice filled with remorse, and he murmured, "I can't help it ... who would have thought that her dad would take it seriously, and when I realized it, it had become like this."
Looking at the regretful expression on the old man's face, Lu Zhou sighed and said softly.
"I think the reason why she was angry and so emotional must be not because she was not a descendant of Professor Abel, but because her closest person actually deceived herself ... and for nearly thirty years."
Bloodlines are meaningless to science. Just as most genius ideas were born by chance, the birth of a great scholar in this world has historical inevitability, but if it is specific to the individual in civilization, it is still more A chance.
Perhaps the descendants of scholars have more advantages in education than their peers, and are more susceptible to the influence of their parents in the choice of majors. However, there is no such thing as a scientist who must be a scientist.
After a pause, Lu Zhou continued.
"... Although I have no outsider to say so, I suggest you better apologize with her frankly."
The old man shook his head in pain and said, "She will not forgive me ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I will not forgive myself ..."
"Whether she forgives you should decide on her, as for the latter ..." Lu Zhou paused and continued, "In fact, you don't have to be too blame, I can see that her enthusiasm for mathematics is because it is true Like, although qualification is a natural thing, I don't think she's on a 'wrong' path. "
"As for the expectations she imposed on herself, that's all right."
The so-called self-blame is only because I think my lies have affected my granddaughter's life. But at least in the eyes of Lu Zhou, an outsider, things are not what the elderly thought.
Relying solely on the sense of mission imposed on oneself, it is impossible to persist on this path for more than two decades.
For Molina, knowing the truth of the matter may be a good thing.
At least, be able to put your mind right.
Although her talent is difficult to reach the height of first-line scholars, she can already be regarded as a leader among second-line scholars. If you calm down and study, you may not have the chance to touch the edge of the Fields Award before the age of forty.
Of course, as to whether it can be touched, that is another matter.
After all, the transformation from second-line scholars to first-line scholars is not just enough to pay for sweat.
In addition to the effort, a little luck is needed.
Those who can do this completely ignore the factors of luck, no matter what era, they are rare.
After listening to Lu Zhou's words, the old man was silent for a while.
It was a long, long time before he spoke.
"Thank you, maybe you are right."
Looking at the expression on his face, Lu Zhou nodded heartily for him.
"Just a bit of advice."