Chapter 1155 There Is Something I Have Been Keeping From You

After leaving the system space, Lu Zhou stood up from the sofa and was about to make a phone call with Professor Carlson of the Cray Research Institute, but a series of bubbles popped up on the phone.

Xiao Ai: [Master, a guest is coming. (^^*)】

guest?

Who will visit him at this time?

Lu Zhou raised his eyebrows suspiciously, but he didn't ask any questions. He got up and went back to the cloakroom to change into clothes that could be seen, and then walked to the entrance.

Standing outside the yard, Director Li was reaching out to ring the doorbell, but the iron gate in front of him opened with a creak, giving way to the path leading to the main entrance.

The door of the room not far away was pushed open, and Lu Zhou, who was standing at the door, greeted with a smile.

"Director Li? What brought you here?"

Taking his hand back from the doorbell, Chief Li said with a laugh.

"I heard that you returned to Jinling from Shanghai. Didn't I come to see you? Walk around, go in and talk, don't stand outside and talk."

Seeing Director Li who was avoiding him and consciously going into the room, Lu Zhou was slightly taken aback.

Although there is nothing wrong with saying so, I always feel that my lines have been robbed...

After returning to the living room, Lu Zhou went to the kitchen and brought a cup of coffee and tea, put them on the coffee table, and sat opposite Director Li.

Just as he was about to ask the old guy why he came to Jinling on a business trip from Shangjing, Director Li was the first to talk to him with a smile.

"Every time I come to your place, I want to ask, your courtyard gate is quite high-tech, aren't you afraid of opening it wrong?"

Don't worry, even if you admit the wrong person, it is absolutely impossible for Xiao Ai to admit the wrong person.

Lu Zhou made a silent complaint in his heart, and said with a smile.

"The current face recognition technology is quite advanced... What's the matter?"

He didn't believe that this guy made this trip to Jinling just to see himself.

Director Li smiled and said, "Are you busy now?"

"Not busy...or busy, does it matter?"

In fact, after finishing the Z particle project, Lu Zhou was basically free. Not only was he not busy, he even planned to go to France for a stroll.

However, as soon as he was halfway through speaking, he noticed the kind smile on Director Li's face, so he immediately changed his words.

After dealing with this old man for so many years, he is very familiar with this smile.

As long as you meet them, 80% of them will ask you for help if there is something troublesome.

After trying twice but failing to get the words, Director Li made a helpless expression and said frankly.

"Okay, then I'll just say it straight, the thing is like this... At the end of last year, didn't you say that you planned to release the whole thing after you finished your work? Now can you tell me what it is?"

Lu Zhou: "...?"

nice one?

what a good thing.

Staring at Director Li in a daze, Lu Zhou hesitated and asked.

"Is there such a thing?"

Seeing that Lu Zhou didn't admit it, Director Li suddenly became anxious and said hurriedly.

"There must be! Have you forgotten? When I came to you at the end of last year to talk about the IMCRC, you told me and told me to keep it secret temporarily. Don't fool me."

As soon as he heard that he was talking about IMCRC at the end of the year, Lu Zhou immediately remembered it, and then smiled embarrassedly.

It seems that there is such a thing.

But to be honest, at that time, he was thinking that he would have 30,000 points after completing this task, and he was afraid that he could exchange for a lot of good things, so he said something casually, mainly to send him away.

He hasn't fully digested the virtual reality technology he created last time, and he really hasn't thought about what to exchange for this time.

"Oh, that thing, I remembered—no, how could I forget such an important thing," Lu Zhou coughed dryly, looked at Director Li who was dumbfounded and continued, "But scientific research How can it be so fast, I still have to prepare for a while, and I will tell you when I have news."

Director Li said dumbfoundedly: "Academician Lu, you're a bit...a bit too much. At least tell me what it is?"

If I knew, would I still need to play tricks with you?

Although he thought so in his heart, it was of course impossible for Lu Zhou to say so.

"For various reasons, please allow me to keep this matter a secret for the time being. In short... you can wait for a while with peace of mind. You won't be kept waiting for too long."

Without giving Director Li a chance to continue talking, Lu Zhou immediately changed the topic, changed the topic to a place far away, and said with an embarrassed smile.

"By the way, speaking of it, I just thought of one thing. I plan to go to France recently. You can see if you can... find a way to help me arrange it?"

Director Li: "..."

Having worked in this position for so many years, this is the first time he has seen such a brazen...

...

In Paris in February, although the winter is coming to an end, the chill in the air has not dissipated. Most of the pedestrians on the street are wearing down jackets, or wrapping themselves tightly with scarves.

Especially in this unpopulated suburb

Since the street outside the window was too quiet, it made the air here even colder.

However, for Molina, this quiet environment couldn't be better.

In the old house that looked old, she stood in front of the oil painting hanging on the wall in a black velvet coat, looking at it like a sculpture.

"Almost thirty years..."

From the morning to the present, it took a long time to spit out these words from her mouth. She continued to talk to the oil painting with a dreamlike voice.

"Please, please tell me, what should I do next..."

For seven years, she has been working tirelessly towards the goal of the Riemann Hypothesis.

Although she knew that hard work might not yield results, and she was mentally prepared that she would never see this problem resolved in her life, she never expected that everything would end like this.

Yes.

it's all over.

She didn't know what kind of mood she was having at this moment.

Throughout the proof process of the thesis, she couldn't see a little bit of her own results, as if the methods she racked her brains to come up with didn't matter at all.

But when those calculations were written on the whiteboard, they were so smooth and natural that it made her feel like the seven years had been wasted.

After returning to France from St. Petersburg, she locked herself in this mansion. She did not return to Princeton, nor did she contact her friends in Princeton. She just asked the dean for a long vacation. The whole person seemed to be from the mathematics world. It's like disappearing, there is no audio at all.

In fact, what does it matter if there is no self?

She herself had thought so more than once.

After all, anyway, the results she made seem to be nothing more than insignificant things now...

Holding hands curled up in the sleeves, looking at the back of the granddaughter, the old man in nightgown leaning on the handrail at the stairway, his muddy eyes filled with complexity and a trace of guilt.

As if after a long time of ideological struggle, he gritted his teeth as if he finally made up his mind, and said the sentence that he always wanted to say but never said.

"... There is something that I have been keeping from you all the time."

Without looking back, Molina said in a calm voice.

"...If it's the story between you and Grandma Anisa next door, you don't need to talk about it, we all know it."

"No, it's not that," the old man blushed, and the old man gave a dry cough. After a long silence, he finally said, "...Actually, our family is not a descendant of Niels Abel at all."

Hearing her grandfather's words, there was a trace of warmth in Molina's eyes.

"I know you are comforting me, I'm fine, don't worry about me."

Grandfather: "...No, I'm actually telling the truth."

He looked at his grandfather seriously.

This time, Molina was stunned.

Although she didn't believe it instinctively, but seeing that it wasn't a joke and she didn't look like a fool, she gradually began to realize that it might not be lying or comforting her.

Swallowing hard, she asked in a trembling voice.

"...what do you mean?"

Now that he had made up his mind, the old man no longer hesitated, and nodded vigorously.

"I was going to take this secret into the coffin. In fact, our family has nothing to do with that Mr. Abel. I have never been to Norway, nor have my father and grandfather... just retired At that time I was going to go, but in the end I gave up."

Molina: "Then my last name..."

"It is true that my surname is Abel...but there are actually many people with the surname Abel in France, right? I remember when I was in middle school, there were two of us in our class. You too, and your father too, why are you so upright? Abel only lived in his twenties before he died, and he never married. This is written in the history of mathematics, don’t you people who study mathematics read it?”

The expression on Molina's face seemed to be going crazy, she looked back at the oil painting on the wall, her eyes widened.

"Then this oil painting is also fake? And those notes in the collection room..."

The old man was full of guilt, and whispered: "Those things are not fake... After all, they are not works of famous masters, and they are not worth much. Including the math notes he made when he was young, and those difficult things he wrote, they are all fake. When I was young, I bought it in a package from a collector. I originally planned to donate it to the museum, but I encountered various accidents and finally shelved it.”

Staggering back half a step, Molina shook her head, looked at her grandfather, and said with a broken face: "...I don't understand, why are you lying?"

Why did you lie to me for so long?

"Back then your father didn't do well in math, so I pointed to the oil painting and said casually, you really shamed our surname, and then somehow, his math grade suddenly jumped up. I I was puzzled at first, but it was a good thing no matter what, so I didn’t pay much attention to it. Until one day he suddenly came to me and asked me if our family was the descendant of that Professor Abel, I... I didn’t either. Keep your mouth shut."

Seemingly ashamed of his lies, looking at his granddaughter, the old man lowered his eyes and sighed heavily.

"Facts have proved that there are no white lies in this world. A lie is a lie, and a lie has to be made up by countless lies. And no matter how perfect and seamless it is, there will be a price to pay in the end. Sorry, I was really I just said it casually, I didn't expect things to develop like this..."

"If you want to hate, hate me."

Numbly looking at the murals on the wall, Molina seemed to have something broken in her heart, and her whole body collapsed in an instant...