Genius Fundamentals

The weather is cold, but the snow is still not there.

It’s also going back to the Internet cafe from the hospital, and the temperature seems to drop by another 10 degrees.

Lin Zhaoxi bought antipyretics in the pharmacy at the Internet cafe, and specially wanted to eat the types that would not sleep.

The pharmacist at the pharmacy probably looked at her young age and took her a few more questions. Especially if she was seriously ill, she should seek medical advice in time. The long-term cough is likely to be dragged into pneumonia.

Anyway, the flag is too much, and there is nothing terrible. Lin Chaoxi **** his nose, opens the Internet cafe with heavy cotton curtains, and the indoor hot and humid air is blowing.

She walked back to her seat, picked up the cup, went to the water dispenser to pick up the glass of water, and according to the embarrassment of her brother, first ate the antipyretic.

Although she was emotionally helpless, her gaze was still in her eyes when she left, but she felt that she still had the strength to press these helplessness and despair.

Don't think about the final expression of the cockroach, don't count how urgent the time is. Lin will start up again and observe the morning data.

The first thing she has to do is to separate the documents according to the type of data she wants. Thinking of this, she opened the book on the table, there is a process she has already compiled, how to sort and organize the data.

Lin Chaoxi let himself calm down, the big head and the focus is the new urban traffic flow. She classifies the data related to this part into a new folder, and then deletes a file name sorting program and renames the array.

She had calculated the time required for these steps in her brain, and at the time she forcibly told herself that everything was arranged properly, but in practice, the process was often confusing.

After a minute and a second, she finally finished the first pass of the document and converted some excel documents into csv format. It was such a simple operation, when she was finished, the time had reached four o'clock in the afternoon.

The blizzard outside the window is pressed against the city, and the clouds are full of ink.

Lin dynasty suddenly stunned, perhaps the role of antipyretics, she looked at the lower right corner of the computer.

At 17:11, she has spent three times more time than expected, so it is very certain that she can't complete the program rewriting according to the current progress.

On the desktop of the computer is the document that she has compiled the traffic data of the city traffic, and the screen is dazzling. On the other hand, the unorganized folder scroll bar is thinned like a thin line.

The execution plan is like this. When the progress is slow and it is difficult to get to the sky, the firm belief will be polished and fragile.

The high fever made her suffer from soreness and headaches. She was wrapped in a hot bubble, and there were always many twists and grotesque plots in front of her eyes. Or, she seems to be in a faint space debris.

She could see herself sitting in the dilapidated Internet cafe, facing the huge orange-red "net" on the window. The window was covered with white fog due to the temperature difference between inside and outside.

She can also see the hand that is dragging the mouse, the software on the screen alternates, the bottom of the white, a lot of slender black data.

She operates the import wizard, defines some additional options, selects the target table, and imports things into the mysql database.

She found that her movements were slow, at least slower than usual. Sometimes because the brain reaction does not come suddenly and suddenly, you can only look at the notebook, handwritten one or two labels.

The sky outside the window is getting darker and the street lights are gradually lit up.

After a small amount of data was imported, she set about adjusting the program, but then -

Unboundlocalerror:localvariable\\\'road\\\'referencedbeforeassignment

Indexerror:listindexoutrange

......

The constant error prompts her scalp tingling, as if something is constantly learning the nerves in her brain that are suffering from high fever. But the part that is still awake tells her, calm down, you are modifying the program, and it is normal to report an error.

But the error is constantly appearing, letting her look at the changes as if she was tired, just as she returned to the most helpless time when she first started learning this thing. The time at the bottom of the screen keeps jumping backwards. She can even hear the sound of the Internet cafe wall clock "嘀嗒" and "嘀嗒" walking.

If you have more time, Lin is always thinking about it. The ballpoint pen tip wiped the thin book, and she looked down at her unconsciously drawn characters, shallow and scribbled e=mc^2.

Lin Yixi's pen tip paused, watching the thin book, the lights of the Internet cafe scatter through the misty smoke, she suddenly realized that it doesn't matter if it is not finished.

Yes.

The idea of ​​"It doesn't matter if you can't finish it" is sudden.

But it is likely to have been deeply hidden in her emotions. In the dark corner of the dark, she was suppressed with a lot of emotions, but she suddenly burst out when she didn't want to face reality.

The characters on the thin book made her consciously aware of everything she was going through – whether it was the sound she heard or the air she breathed, or the movement she was running yesterday and now anxiously clicking the mouse, even including The hand that I just held was just a period of time in the past.

It manifests itself as another developmental model of the storyline in a parallel world and gives her the illusion of something that can change.

But in fact, the past is the past. Everything she has done now, but wants to make up for the regrets she once had.

But for her, regrets have already happened.

In the real real world, after all, she is a young man who has loved her for many years but has no time to express her confession. He has already boarded the plane at the airport and is about to travel to a foreign country to study.

Lao Lin is the forty-five-year-old middle-aged man who suffers from Alzheimer. He has packed up all his drafts and is ready to slowly lose his memory.

And she is just a girl who is not willing to end up with everything and go through time and space to "cheating" for her father.

Now, Lao Lin’s thesis has been basically completed.

All she has to do now is to turn off the computer in the Internet cafe, go back to the guest house, open the document that Lao Lin put on the computer of the guest house, and start to recite.

Then go back.

As long as she took the old Lin's thesis back, she had already completed all the tasks of the trip.

Yes, just go back and she is destined to go back.

The feeling of relaxation is fascinating. The air conditioner in the Internet cafe is blowing a gentle wind. Lin Xiangxi is soaked in warm water and his eyes are scattered to the window.

She was facing the window with the orange-red "net" word, and the corners rolled up. Downstairs people came and went downstairs, the roadside snack bar placed on the street stove with white heat. Further afield, the whole city is immersed in the lights of the winter night.

Fatigue surged like a tide, she wanted to kneel on the table and sleep.

Lin squatted on the table and gradually closed his eyes.

"Your database is too big."

Like the auditory hallucination, there was a very clear and lively boy voice in her ear.

She forced herself to open her eyes, turned her head and saw the boy standing next to a pupil. The boy wore a huge gaming headset on his head, biting a strawberry-flavored lollipop and his eyes were large.

"This is python, I am sitting behind you, playing for three days, watching you change the program for three days." The boy is like a little talk, very familiar with it, he uses the tone of strawberry sugar Holding her screen, said: "Here, the count starts from 0, and the last digit of the character is decremented by 1."

Lin dynasty braced up and looked at the error on the screen and realized that it was indeed the problem.

“Thank you,” she said.

"You're welcome." The little boy said, "But it doesn't solve your problem."

Lin Zhaoxi looked at the boy: "My problem?"

"lookuperror, the base class for invalid data queries." The little boy said to himself while looking at the screen. "The database is overloaded. You used to have a much smaller database than it is now."

In an instant, cold sweat slipped down her back.

In the dark space, some people suddenly turned off and shouted "network management", and some people asked the boss to send a bowl of old altar sour noodles to the table. The tinnitus recurred and she felt that her lips had a **** smell.

She suddenly realized that the problem she encountered was almost one of the most unsolved problems in the computer field.

The boy is still saying: "You calculate this amount of increase in exponential level. I suggest you find a normal online game server to run the program, but it will not necessarily succeed. The ghost knows where there are bugs, or Grandma try?"

"Hey, Grandpa..."

"Special treatment of eight princes (bug)!"

The joke was very cold, but I couldn’t smile at all.

The little boy's eyes are bright, perhaps because his intelligence level is higher than his peers, so he does not consciously use a large population that does not match his age, and eagerly wants to communicate with older people.

I don't know why, Lin Xiangxi remembered it, although they are totally different.

"Is there any way?" She heard herself making such a dry voice.

The boy meditated for a moment, snapped a finger and suddenly excited: "Quantum computer!"

The hope that suddenly came out was shattered again, and Lin said that he was probably crazy.

At that moment, she almost desperately put all her hopes on the little boy who met the dilapidated Internet cafe.

"Forehead, I am joking, don't be upset." The boy rushed. "If you can't solve the hardware problem, start with the data and design a new mathematical model."

“Designing a new mathematical model.” Lin repeated this sentence.

“If you can design a better model, load it in a more reasonable way; or simplify your raw data through processing. But in the computer world, mathematical models are the hardest, general procedures. The staff will only write the code and will make the model's million-year salary jump."

Probably her face was too ugly, and the boy cautiously said: "Are you angry? My boss said that I have too many words to go out and be beaten. Is there too much?"

"No, thank you very much." Lin Chaoxi wanted to reach out to the boy's head, but did not have any strength.

"My name is Dynasty, I am very glad to meet you." The boy made a very gentleman's farewell action farewell, and finally said: "A mortal like you will not be a model without inferiority, after all, even I will not."

The little boy is as proud and sincere as most genius teenagers. After he finishes, he will leave.

In fact, before he talked about the final conclusion, Lin had already known the answer - she could not do it.

In just a few breaths, she experienced several moments of hope that the flames will burst again. There is no previous sadness, and more is a clear self-recognition.

She just relaxed, all the idea that "these are gone" is that she is not willing to face self-incompetence.

The computer screen is dotted with mottled bright red characters, which is like a teacher's correction from small to large test papers, right, wrong, right or wrong.

Lin Shuxi closed his eyes, full of red wounds, intricate, densely like blood vessels. That was what she saw on her arm. It was very shallow, some were crusted, but there were also new flesh.

The pictures that were suppressed could not stop coming out - the wrists that he had recovered, the voices he spoke, and the eyes that finally looked at her. These pictures are constantly being edited, pieced together, and looped.

Some part of the emotion that was suppressed by her for a long time seems to have finally been completely liberated in a way that she could not detect.

She suddenly understood the final look of her.

It was the deepest disappointment and attachment to the mother. He was not forced to stay there, nor was he self-mutilated because he was tortured by his mother. He just could not solve the contradiction between them.

He also has a way.

Lin Zhaoxi once thought that with enough effort, people can always get what they want.

But in fact, she could not save Lao Lin, and all her companions never reduced any bitter pain.

After all, even Lao Lin was forced to give up mathematics because of her birth. In real life, becoming a genius is not the answer to solve all problems. Because geniuses often suffer from fate.

Now, she can only be forced to give up.

She moved the cursor to the program close button, and the teenagers screamed softly in the Internet cafe. She looked out the window and found that the sky was finally the first snowflake since the winter.

The street light illuminates the snow.

She held the mouse tightly and finally cried. 2k novel reading network