Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

[——Vila Puyou]

[Writing in 2020.6.8. 】

When the line of sight fell on the second line, Lu Zhou's undulating heartbeat suddenly calmed down again.

"... was it written during my time at Princeton?"

She didn't even mention it to me.

But if you think about it, it seems that only she can write such a thing.

Although it was only academic exchanges, during Princeton's time, the closest person to him was probably the little apprentice he liked most.

And if not mistaken, Hardy seems to have been unable to join the Ivy Club from start to finish. And Vera wrote her recommendation letter to introduce her in.

With a hint of curiosity, wondering what kind of person she was in her heart, Lu Zhou opened the next page, skipping the directory and directly looking at the prologue.

Written in the prologue is Professor Helf Gott's academic lecture at the University of California, Berkeley.

If you remember correctly, it will be the end of 15 years.

Lu Zhou remembers clearly that at that time, he had just won the Kohl Prize for Number Theory, and had just taken the Goldbach conjecture as the next goal of research.

In that lecture, Professor Helfgot showed him the important mathematical tool of the Hardy Littlewood Circle and the progress made on Goldbach's conjecture by using it.

Regarding the memories of that time, the specific details have been blurred in Lu Zhou's mind.

However, the author who wrote this biography was very impressed by the academic lecture, even remembering what color he was wearing at the time.

With delicate strokes, she wrote on the first page of the prologue.

"... Some people say that everyone is an apple that God took a bite, but because some apples are so fragrant, God took another bite."

"And he is undoubtedly such an apple loved by God."

"I still remember that it was an academic lecture on the application of the circle method by Professor Helf Gott, and it was also my first encounter with him."

"At the time, he was not a professor at Princeton, not to mention the protagonist of the lecture. He, who was an audience, sat down under the table like me, quietly thinking about Professor Helfgot's theory while writing in a notebook What is it. "

"I still remember that it was December. It was cold in Los Angeles, but the heating in the classroom was very sufficient. At that time, he was wearing a refreshing white shirt, a cold gray coat and a plaid scarf. Aside from He seemed to have delayed half-beats as he walked by. Later I realized that the missing half-beat was my heartbeat. "

"Of course, what impressed me was not his clothes, but the glory of reason and the kindness in my heart."

"Due to the confusion of Professor Helfgot's theory, at that time, I asked him with some hesitation and asked me a few perplexities in the lecture.

"Unexpectedly, even for an insignificant girl like me, he patiently answered the confusion in my heart."

"I listened very carefully, because his voice is very good, although it is only a few sentences, it seems to have a reassuring affinity and a powerful but not aggressive persuasive power. No matter how complicated the mathematical problem, It will become easy to understand with his explanation. "

"I had dreamed at the time that it would be nice if I could sit in the classroom and listen to him, and I did not expect that this wish would come true many years later."

"However, as I said in the foreword, God gave him a mind near the peak of humanity, but he also took something from him ..."

"That's something special."

"I prayed that God could return it to him."

The lines of printed text flowed on the slightly yellowed paper like trickling water.

Straightforward language and undisguised heart, where is it like an autobiography, more like something else ...

Turning the first chapter from the beginning to the end, Lu Zhou's throat knot moved slightly.

Although I opened the biography with curiosity, I always felt that it was a wrong decision.

What do you say?

It feels like riding a tiger.

To be honest, he has never experienced similar timidity in the face of the threat of the Cosmic Spirit Foundation and those of the Awakened ...

Well, it's not timid.

It's just embarrassing.

Looking away from the biography, Lu Zhou looked at the librarian standing behind the front desk and said after a silence.

"Can I take this ... about my autobiography?"

After hearing Lu Zhou's words, the elderly librarian hesitated and said in a compromised tone.

"Of course ... this biography is written in your name. If there is any false content in it and it is offensive to you, of course you have the right to remove him from the bookshelf."

Lu Zhou "is not disgusted ... and there is nothing wrong with it."

At most, it just made him feel a little embarrassed.

Because even a person like him who is not very cold about emotional matters can see that it is not a biography at all, but a love letter of a million words.

As if seeing the embarrassment on Lu Zhou's face, the librarian smiled with an "I understand" smile and said with a joke.

"I know, who didn't do a few stupid things when he was young? It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"... Although I don't know where you thought about it, I can swear that things are not what you think."

"Whether it's what I think or not, it's not easy to write a one-million-word biography. In addition to my hard work, I think there should be some things like misses in it. Feelings. I understand that everything seems too heavy in front of time, but do you really have the heart to talk about a page about youth and tear it off from the heart of a little girl? Even after 100 years, she probably It's all in the ground. "

Lu Zhou was silent for a while, but finally put down the biography.

Although he didn't want his posterity to have some weird misunderstandings, if this biography really carried so many things, he really shouldn't do it.

Looking at Lu Zhou, who finally knew what to do, the librarian smiled amiably, and took the book into his arms.

"Thank you, you gave the posters a chance to dig out treasures from history, and also preserved the youth of a young girl ... I may feel the happiness of my grandfather."

Lu Zhou tilted him and said, "Your grandfather is not a keen gossip."

"I know, that old man always hangs on the wealth of civilization, but can you deny that this biography in my hand-or this million-word love letter, is not the wealth of civilization?"

Then, this funny old man frowned at the landing boat.

"After all, the biggest difference between humans and machines is that humans have feelings!"