Chapter 1159

Molina didn't come in together, but stood at the door.

This pair of grandfather and granddaughter seemed to have a big conflict. When Lu Zhou entered the room, he could clearly feel that the old man was a little embarrassed to face her.

Not quite clear about the conflict between the two, and Lu Zhou didn't really want to get involved in other people's family affairs. After explaining his purpose, he quietly followed the old man's footsteps to the oil painting hanging on the wall at the stairs. .

The person in the painting has curly dark blonde hair and curly bangs that are still very popular today. His youthful facial features reveal a calmness that doesn't match his age... and a little handsomeness.

Although it is still a little less interesting than myself, it is already very good.

But other than that, there doesn't seem to be any clues that Lu Zhou expected, it's just a simple portrait.

"This painting was created in 1835... It is said that it was created by a well-known Norwegian painter at that time according to his relatives' dictation." Standing behind Lu Zhou, the old man said.

In fact, this relative is actually Professor Abel's fiancée, but after hesitating for a while, he finally chose to hide this fact.

Withdrawing his gaze from the oil painting, Lu Zhou looked at the old man and asked curiously.

"So the painting is almost two hundred years old."

"Well, the most valuable thing in this room is probably this thing... although it's actually not much money."

How much money was spent to buy it at that time, the old man can't remember clearly. But thinking about it, even my own salary is enough to afford it, so it shouldn't be a particularly expensive thing.

After all, not everyone is interested in the portrait of a mathematician, let alone a "short-lived" genius. If there is no special hobby, people who can afford a big price will probably not buy this thing for collection. Perhaps the museum will be willing to buy this painting, but it is difficult to ask a high price.

The precipitation of time alone can’t explain anything. Whether it’s worth it or not depends on the artist’s reputation, who is painting, and the background of the work.

"Apart from this oil painting and those notes, are these all the remains of Professor Abel?"

The old man nodded.

"That's all."

Nodding thoughtfully, Lu Zhou pondered for a while before suddenly speaking.

"Speaking of which, I've always had a problem."

"what is the problem?"

"It is said that Professor Abel never married. Are you his...collateral blood relative?"

Hearing this question, a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on the old man's face, and his eyes dodged to the side.

"……Maybe."

Maybe?

Looking at the hesitant old man, Lu Zhou was slightly taken aback, vaguely guessing something, so he diverted from this potentially embarrassing topic.

"Where did you get these things?"

"From a collector."

Lu Zhou asked immediately.

"Can you still get in touch with him? I mean, can you introduce him to me?"

The old man shook his head and said.

"That guy died a few years ago, I'm afraid I can't help you. If you are interested in Professor Abel's relics, those notes are all there. Although I didn't expect my granddaughter to give them all Here you are, but... anyway, I hope you can keep them safe."

Catching the flash of shame in the old man's eyes, Lu Zhou confirmed his guess.

Sure enough, the so-called descendants of Professor Abel are mostly self-appointed by the old man. In his impression, the genius who only lived in his twenties had only one fiancee, ignoring the situation of illegitimate children, the possibility of him leaving offspring was almost negligible.

The reason why Molina's mood was so unstable last night was presumably because she knew about it.

Thinking of Molina's resistance when facing the old man at the door just now, Lu Zhou was silent for a while, then suddenly said.

"Last night, your granddaughter was emotional... Ah, I didn't mean that."

"I know, it seems that you have already seen it. It's a lame lie, right?"

Understanding what Lu Zhou wanted to say, a trace of despair flashed in the old man's eyes.

He shook his head, his tone was full of remorse, and he muttered, "I can't help it...Who would have thought that her father would take it seriously? By the time I realized it, things had already turned out like this."

Seeing the remorseful expression on the old man's face, Lu Zhou sighed and said softly.

"I think the reason why she is angry and emotional is not because she is not a descendant of Professor Abel, but because the person closest to her has lied to her...and she has been cheated for nearly thirty years."

Bloodlines are meaningless to science, just like most genius ideas are born by accident, a great scholar was born in this world with historical inevitability, but if it is specific to individuals in civilization, more is still A kind of accident.

Perhaps the descendants of scholars have an advantage in education over their peers, and are more likely to be influenced by their parents in the choice of majors, but there is no such thing as saying that they will definitely become scientists.

After a pause, Lu Zhou continued.

"...Although I don't have the position to say that as an outsider, I suggest that you should apologize to her frankly."

The old man shook his head in pain and said, "She won't forgive me, and I won't forgive myself either..."

"Whether she forgives you should be up to her to decide, as for the latter..." Lu Zhou paused, then continued, "Actually, you don't have to blame yourself too much, I can see that her enthusiasm for mathematics is because of the truth. Like, although there is no way around things like aptitude, I don't think she's on a 'wrong' path."

"As for the expectations she imposed on herself, it's fine if they don't."

The so-called self-blame is just because he thinks that his lies have affected his granddaughter's life. But at least in the eyes of an outsider like Lu Zhou, things are not what the old man thought.

It is impossible to stick to this path for more than 20 years just relying on the sense of mission imposed on oneself.

And for Molina, knowing the truth of the matter is a good thing.

At least, you can put your mind right.

Although it is difficult for her to reach the height of first-tier scholars with her talent, she can already be regarded as a leader among second-tier scholars. If you calm down and concentrate on research, you may have the opportunity to touch the edge of the Fields Medal before the age of forty.

Of course, whether you can touch it or not is another matter.

After all, the transformation from a second-line scholar to a first-line scholar is not only the effort of sweat.

In addition to hard work, this also requires a little luck.

People who can completely ignore the factor of luck to do this, no matter what era they are in, are rare.

After listening to Lu Zhou's words, the old man was silent for a while.

After a long time, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Thanks, maybe you're right."

Looking at the expression on his face, Lu Zhou, who was sincerely happy for him, nodded slightly.

"Just a suggestion."