Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

When Lu Zhou returned home, the sky was almost dark.

Going back to the long-awaited lodge, the moment the door was opened, the dust coming from him sneezed.

"I knew that I should ask a housekeeping company to clean it regularly." Reaching out his hand in front of his nose, Fan Lu looked at the dusty porch with some headaches.

Would you like to go to the hotel tonight for a night?

After thinking about it, Lu Zhou felt that it was still.

When he got to the hotel from here, it took him enough time to clean the bedroom.

It took about an hour, he took the broom and the rag, and finally packed up the study and bedroom.

Leaning against the wall and watching the re-recovery of the study, Lu Zhou wiped the sweat from his forehead and his face showed a satisfied smile.

"Next, there is only one last thing left."

Before going to sleep, he plans to finish his work today.

Although there is only one thing left to do.

Sitting in front of the familiar desk, Lu Zhou spent about half an hour and finished his resignation.

Looking at the sky that had completely darkened outside the window, he put two resignations into the drawer and turned to walk in the direction of the bedroom.

......

A special ceremony was held in the Auditorium No. 1 of the Princeton Institute of Advanced Studies.

After approving Lu Zhou’s resignation, Dean Goddard awarded him the title of honorary researcher.

This title is similar to the honorary professor at the university and is awarded to scholars who have made significant contributions to a research institution but are unable to serve or continue to serve here for a variety of reasons.

“Even if you trace the history of the Princeton Institute of Advanced Studies, you are one of the most outstanding scholars. As a colleague, your research results are also impressive.”

"Although I am sorry that I can't work with you, I still hope that you can continue on the academic path no matter where you are."

Lu Zhou nodded: "I will."

Applause was heard in the lecture hall.

From the hands of Dean Goddard, Lu Zhou took over the certificate that symbolized the title of honorary professor.

Prior to this, President Iscrob awarded him an honorary professor, as well as Columbia University and Jinling University. Prior to this, he had won the honorary professorships of three universities.

Although he did not deliberately collect the title in this respect, Lu Zhou was very curious. When he was old, the history book would use a full page to display the academic titles he had obtained.

After the ceremony, Lu Zhou was preparing to spend the rest of the time wandering around here. Professor Fefferman, who had worked with him to overcome the ns equation problem, suddenly stopped him.

Taking a pen out of his pocket, he said in a joking tone: "Although Princeton does not have such a tradition, I still want to send you something. This pen was collected by me at the International Congress of Mathematicians in Helsinki. It is also my favorite one, and I will hand it over to you later."

Because of the beautiful mind shot by Lang Howard, Princeton has been famous for a while, and the most outsiders are talking about the Princeton-style tribute to the pen.

However, according to Nash himself, the presentation of the pen is only an exaggerated part of the director, and there is no such tradition in Princeton. However, after the film was aired, the stalk was unexpectedly welcomed by Princeton teachers and students.

After all, for the professors here, the most things in the drawer are probably the pens collected during the academic conference.

As for Prof. Fefferman’s Helsinki International Congress of Mathematicians, the one he won the Fields Prize.

"Thank you," he solemnly accepted this extraordinary pen. Lu Zhou smiled and made a joke. "You sent me such a valuable gift. I am embarrassed if I don't return."

Professor Fefferman haha ​​smiled: "You should give me something, gifts should be given to each other, I remember that China has this proverb."

Lu Zhou guessed that what he wanted to say was probably a ritual, but the thing was not a slang, it was an idiom.

Smiled, Lu Zhou took a pen from his pocket and handed it over to him.

The pen was taken from the hands of Lu Zhou, and Fefferman glanced at him with some surprise.

"I didn't expect you to be ready."

"It’s just been brought to the body," paused for a moment, Lu Zhou continued. "By the way, this was collected at the mathematician conference in Rio de Janeiro."

"Yes? Then I have to take care of it," Fefferman smiled and continued. "Right, say, are your manuscripts still there?"

Lu Zhou: "I still have it, what happened?"

Fefferman: "If you don't plan to take it, I suggest you donate it to the Rock Library. Although the librarian seems to be a little mentally normal, he has a very good set of paper documents."

Upon hearing this proposal, Lu Zhou stunned slightly.

Donate the manuscript to the library?

He had never considered this issue before.

Originally in his plan, he intended to give his students a memorial. However, if you think about it carefully, it should be handed over to amateurs for safekeeping.

I can't say which day he is in a whim, he can come back and see.

After all, in that page of paper, all of his efforts were devoted to it.

Lu Zhou asked in an uncertain tone: "Will the Lanshi Library collect those pieces of paper?"

Fefferman said with a smile: "Of course, and I think it's not just the Rock Library, I believe any museum will be happy to take over the information."

......

After leaving the Institute of Advanced Studies, Lu Zhou went straight to the Rock Library.

When he arrived here, the old man in his nightgown was leaning against the chair and squatting.

Even in Princeton, where the "freak" is all over the place, it is still rare to see the geeks who don't trim the robes into the library.

Lu Zhou still remembers that the last time he came here to borrow the manuscript of Lehman Spitzer, the old man could not tease him.

However, although there are many quirks, his love for books is really nothing to say.

Perhaps it is because of such a weirdo, the original documents and materials of this place can be preserved so well.

Seeing the Lu Zhou appearing at the door, the sleepy old man sucked his nose and made a weird laugh.

"You came?"

Looking at the smile that surprised him to scare the borrower, Lu Zhou sighed and said: "For so many years, you are not going to change shape? There is still a dry laugh."

"What's the relationship, and who cares what a bad old man wears?" The old man smiled and reached for the crutches and stood up in trepidation. "Not to mention Princeton, who is full of geeks, I am actually the normal one." ""

No, you are probably the most abnormal one.

Lu Zhou silently spit in the heart, but did not say it, just greeted the sentence.

"When are you going to retire?"

The old man smiled: "Retirement? It may have to wait until the day I lay in the coffin."

Upon hearing this sentence, Lu Zhou looked at him with some accidental eyes.

"I thought it was the age of your age that would avoid the word coffin."

"Why should we avoid it? Just avoiding it can avoid death? We will one day decay, but our wisdom and knowledge will be left for future generations to pay respect," staring at Lu Zhou with turbid eyes, the old man’s face was exposed. Smile, "Say, you are borrowing books, there are still other things."

Lu Zhou: "I plan to return to China after a while."

The old man said "oh" indifferently, without any reaction.

After all, he is only responsible for this library. As for the personnel changes of Princeton University and the Institute of Advanced Studies, it is not within his concern.

In the mind, the language was organized. Lu Zhou continued: "When I was cleaning the house, I found a bunch of manuscripts, including about Goldbach's conjecture, and about the ns equation. It might take a little time to sort them out. ...I mean, if you are interested, can you keep it for me?"

When Lu Zhou planned to donate the manuscript to the Rock Library, the old man’s face finally showed an expression of interest.

"Of course, this is the wealth of civilization, give them to me, I will keep it for you."

Lu Zhou smiled and said: "Is it a civilized wealth, or give it to future generations to judge? I just think that it will be a little troublesome to bring all of these things back. Some suitcases are not necessarily loaded. And if there is Come over one day, I hope they will remain the same."

The old man sighed his lips: "You are relieved, just like you are an expert in the field of mathematics. I am also an expert in document preservation."

"Yes? Then I am relieved," paused. Lu Zhou said with a joke. "Right, by the way, if I borrow my manuscript, I need to swear to the Bible?"

However, the old man does not seem to have a humorous cell in this regard.

For this joke, he said it with one glance.

"What silly words are you talking about, they are the wealth of civilization, and when you finish them, they are not just things that belong to you."