Great Country Academician

In the Atlantic Ocean, the breeze swept the entire east coast with a little bit of coolness.

District 1, Newark Airport, New Jersey, USA, in Terminal T3, two middle-aged men stood by the glass window of the observation deck, looking at the huge Boeing 760 parked on the apron.

In the transparent glass boarding passage, a figure was walking towards the plane with a backpack on his back.

"Tell me, why doesn't he want to stay? Is it that good to go back to China?"

Standing by the glass window, the middle-aged man in a suit seemed to be asking his companions, or muttering to himself.

Over the years, he can't count how many times he has personally come to the door to invite the other party to stay.

Even if it is to give him the honor of a national academician of the first district of the United States, even if it is to give him the most relaxed and most cooperative scientific research environment, trying to make him like it will not help.

No matter what they do, they can't change that person's attitude.

On the side, another man in casual clothes and gold-rimmed glasses stared at the plane outside the window and shook his head slightly.

This answer, maybe only the person who has entered the plane now knows?

But anyway, they lost one of the world's top scientists today.

Lost a physics genius who won the Nobel Prize in Physics twice and was hailed by the physics community as the fourth person after Newton, Einstein and Maxwell.

At the same time, a mathematician who won the Fields Medal was also lost, and a top scientific researcher who could expand the boundaries in the material field was lost.

Turning his head, he glanced at the middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes beside him, opened his mouth, and hesitated to speak.

He really wanted to ask, what kind of price did the red country pay to let them let go of such a great talent of the century, one person is worth a city, or even a country.

But he knew in his heart that these things were beyond the reach of a mere Harvard physics professor.

Late at night, a Boeing 760 full of passengers took off from Newark Airport in New Jersey. Xu Chuan sat in the cabin, leaning against the window, looking at the bustling city below.

Fifteen years ago, when he was just 21 years old, he completed his university studies at Sanjiang Normal University. He received his graduation certificate and an admission letter from Princeton University.

I thought that I would be able to return to China after four or five years of studying abroad at most, but I didn't expect to stay in this strange country for fifteen years.

The cause was a paper titled "Mechanism of Nuclear Beta Radiation Energy Concentration and Conversion of Electric Energy" published in his first year as a professor at Princeton University.

Then he was invited by a certain atomic energy experiment institution because of this paper, and entered the atomic energy laboratory to carry out experimental research on the paper.

In two years, under his leadership, the experimental research on the mechanism of nuclear energy beta radiation energy accumulation and conversion to electrical energy was successfully completed.

It is precisely because of this project that he won the first Nobel Prize in Physics in his life. At the same time, he was awarded the honor of academician of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States by the first district.

After the experiment was completed, Xu Chuan also prepared to return to China.

However, an accident came. On the day he left, he was temporarily banned from leaving by the other party on the grounds that he participated in a core confidential experiment and involved core information leakage, pending investigation.

This waiting for investigation lasted for a full ten years.

As a scientific researcher, Xu Chuan's sense of smell is not very keen, but after the first few failed attempts to return to China, he probably understood that he might not be able to return.

Although I know some other professors, and have teachers, colleagues and friends from Princeton University to help, but relatively speaking, the abilities of these scholars are too weak.

After ten years of investigation, if you add the five years of studying abroad, he has stayed here for a total of fifteen years.

How many fifteen years are there in life?

But it's still too late, he's not yet thirty-eight years old, and he still has at least two fifteen years to show his talents.

The tree is thousands of feet high, and the leaves fall back to their roots; the tired bird knows to return, and the wanderer misses his relatives. More than ten years have passed, and the hometown he misses so much can be seen in more than ten hours.

Thinking of this, Xu Chuan showed a smile on his face, and reached out to touch the backpack on his lap.

Inside, are some of his scientific research ideas over the past ten years, most of which are random notes, and it is precisely because of this that he can take these things away.

And under his feet, he has more scientific research results and information papers left there.

But Xu Chuan doesn't care about these anymore, the knowledge is all in his mind, as long as he thinks, it is not difficult to rewrite and develop it.

The 12-hour flight passed quickly, and the Boeing 760 drew a perfect arc along the outer line of the Arctic Circle.

When the sun rises in the distant sky, the shoreline where the sea and land intersect begins to turn red, and the fiery red tomorrow seems to tear the darkness.

Looking at the sunrise in the sky, Xu Chuan couldn't help showing a smile on his face; in more than half an hour, he will be able to step into the territory of the motherland. I hope his talent can also make the motherland rise like this round of red sun.

Suddenly, a sense of weightlessness surged from under his feet, quickly pulling his consciousness back from the absent-mindedness to reality.

"Airplane, is it diving?"

The feeling of falling rapidly and the scenery outside the window made Xu Chuan's pupils shrink suddenly, and the chaos in the cabin made him realize something, but he was powerless.

In just over a minute, with a deafening roar, flames rose into the sky on the sea surface, and the huge Boeing 760 disappeared into the vast sea, leaving only countless fragments of the body floating on the water.