Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

For Jinling, December is already winter.

The red leaves of the mountains have already receded, and the leaves left on the ground are the yellow leaves of the fallen leaves, but if you look at them, you can still see a piece of green from the mountain. For those coniferous forests, winter is their home.

Because of the closeness of the family, occasionally it is not very busy, Lu Zhou often change into sportswear, to run this morning or run late.

For him, here is like his back garden, to ask who is more familiar than him, probably those who have figured out this from a technical point of view and are responsible for his safe work...

"...I remember that there were people attending the academic conference who seemed to organize mountaineering activities. Why didn't you go with them?"

Faltins: "...I have an old man and a young man to play with."

Lu Zhou reminded him: "I am also a young man."

Faltins was silent for a while, speaking indifferently.

"...well, you don't say that I almost forgot."

Lu Zhou: "..."

After the man is old, he can't keep up with his physical strength. He has just reached the middle of the mountain, and Professor Faltins has some breathing. Reaching out the button of the windbreaker, picking up the dome cap worn on the top of the head, looking back at the stone steps that had already passed, looking at the empty mountain road, he gasped a few breaths.

"Here... there seems to be no one?"

"After all, it was already late December," stopped the footsteps. Lu Zhou held one hand on his knees. One hand took the water bottle from the mountaineering bag behind him and sipped his mouth. He wiped his mouth and continued. The weather is so cold, not a holiday, and you can rarely see tourists. If you want to see the most beautiful Zijin Mountain, you have to wait in early October. At that time, the mountains and the mountains are golden, and the wind blows like the waves."

Faltings' eyebrows were picked and seemed to be a bit of interest.

“Look like you come often?”

Lu Zhou smiled and said: "My villa is on the mountainside."

Faltins: "..."

Although he is the director of the Max Planck Institute for Mathematics, his savings are obviously not enough for him to cover the house on the edge of the scenic area...

However, these are actually indifferent.

At this age, whether it is a house or a car, there is no value for him to pursue.

After a break, the two continued to move forward.

After a long walk in the mountains, Professor Faltins has been breathing a bit, although it seems that the old man seems to want to persist, but considering his physical condition, Lu Zhou has to push the time is not early, then It was inconvenient to go down the mountain, and there was no viewable scenery. This only persuaded the old gentleman.

The two stopped in the rest area halfway up the mountain. Lu Zhou found a familiar restaurant. After greeting the boss, he helped him get the grilled fish and beer to the table.

Sitting on the stone table beside the railing, the two chatted together while eating the grilled fish.

“The grilled fish here is more delicious than the hotel in the hotel last night... what is its name.”

"There is no name," said a can of beer. Lu Zhou said with a smile. "It can be seen in many small restaurants in China. Generally speaking, it is called grilled fish, or Wanzhou grilled fish. The practice is basically the same, the difference is only the ingredients. It's a little different, it's a good meal, especially for drinking... Speak up, can you drink?"

Professor Faltins smiled faintly, and the thin fingers buckled the pull ring of the can.

“Is there a Germanic who can't drink? In the country where I live, it may not be convenient to go to the supermarket, but I can definitely find a tavern for drinking.”

Lu Zhou shrugged and said with a smile.

"Is it? Why didn't I notice when I went to Berlin?"

“Because it is the city center, it is not a place to enjoy life.” Taking a sip of beer, Professor Faltins reached out and wiped his eyes and turned his eyes to the mountain road not far away.

The horizon has gradually become dim, and a halo-like halo is pulled out on the edge of the jungle. Looking at the beautiful scenery, blinking, the old man took the phone out of his pocket and took a picture.

"...Speaking, how far is the mountaintop?"

Lu Zhou thought for a while and replied.

"According to the speed just now, I have to walk two hours."

Professor Faltins was silent for a while, and suddenly sighed with regret.

"Then I am afraid I can't go up."

Upon hearing this sentence, Lu Zhou was silent for a while.

Although I feel that the old gentleman seems to have something to say, at the moment he does not know what to answer. He can only comfort himself and bring the topic to a less heavy place.

"It doesn't matter, there are still many opportunities. Next time we can leave early."

However, I don't know if I didn't understand his kindness, or I didn't pay any attention to this heavy weight.

Professor Faltins, who looked at the sunset, was silent for a while, shook his head and said slowly.

"Time is not waiting for people, especially for those of us who have few leftovers, almost counting the things that have not been done yet, while counting the rest of their lives."

In the face of time, everyone is equal.

Both the king and the farmer can only face death on the verge of the final moment.

After a pause of about half a minute, the old man took back his sight from the distant sunset and his eyes fell back to Lu Zhou’s face.

"Now you are probably the closest person in the world to God... or the closest to the truth. Since the death of Mr. Grottendick, I have felt for the first time that there is such a person in this world, He may know the answer that all of us are eager to know."

Lu Zhou: "...thank you for your compliment."

"It's not praise, it's advice... Of course, it also contains a blessing from the old man," he looked at Lu Zhou deeply. Professor Faltins continued, "Whether I can see that day, I hope you don't want it." Give up. If anyone can really solve this problem, probably only you."

Speaking of this, the old Germanic man, who was always ridiculous and sarcasm, suddenly pulled the chapped corner of his mouth and said, as if he was joking.

"...If I was gone that day, remember to keep a copy on my tombstone. But don't let me wait too long, I am afraid that something will climb out of my tombstone and go to you. Knock on the door."

Drinking in silence, Lu Zhou suddenly smiled and said.

"The tombstone is still forgotten. I vowed not to let you wait too long... In the last three years, within three years, I will definitely find the exit of this maze."

"Three years?"

It was amused by the words of Lu Zhou, and Fartings smiled.

Shaking his head, he looked in the direction of the top of the mountain, and it took a while to continue.

"Young is so good."