Chapter 1561 A Love Letter with Million Words

【—Vera Puyui】

[Written on 2020.6.8. 】

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

"...Written while teaching at Princeton?"

She never mentioned it to me at all.

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

Although it was only an academic exchange, during his stay in Princeton, the person he had the closest contact with was probably this young apprentice whom he liked the most.

And if memory serves me, Hardy never seemed to make it to the Ivy League. As for Vera, it was a letter of recommendation written by herself that introduced her.

With a hint of curiosity, Lu Zhou wanted to know what kind of person he was in her heart. He turned to the next page, skipped the table of contents and looked directly at the prologue.

The content written in the prologue is an academic lecture given by Professor Helfgott at the University of California, Berkeley.

If I remember correctly, it was at the end of 15 years.

Lu Zhou remembered very clearly that at that time he had just won the honor of the Cole Number Theory Award, and had just made Goldbach's conjecture the next goal of his research.

In that lecture, Professor Helfgott showed him the important mathematical tool "Hardy Littlewood's circle method", and the progress made on Goldbach's conjecture by using this tool.

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

However, the author who wrote this biography had a particularly deep impression of that academic lecture, and even remembered the color of the clothes he was wearing at that 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 of, but because some apples taste particularly fragrant, God took another bite."

"And he was without a doubt such an apple of God's love."

"I still remember that it was Professor Helfgott's academic lecture on the application of the round method, and it was also the first time I met him."

"At that time, he was not a professor at Princeton, let alone the protagonist of this report. As an audience, he sat under the stage like me, quietly thinking about Professor Helfgott's theory, and at the same time wrote in his notebook. What are you wearing?"

"I still remember that it was December in Los Angeles, and the weather in Los Angeles was very cold, but the heating in the classroom was very sufficient. At that time, he was wearing a crisp white shirt, a gray coat and a plaid scarf to keep out the cold. Time from When he walked over him, it seemed to be delayed for half a beat. Then I realized that the half beat that was missed was my heartbeat."

"Of course, what impresses me is not his clothes, but the brilliance of reason and the kindness in his heart."

"Because I was confused about Professor Helfgott's theory, I asked him about some puzzles in the lecture that I couldn't understand."

"To my surprise, even for a humble girl like me, he still patiently answered my confusion."

"I listened very carefully, because his voice was very nice. Although it was just a few words, it seemed to have a reassuring affinity, and a powerful but non-aggressive persuasiveness. No matter how complicated the mathematical problem, With his explanation, it will become easy to understand.”

"At that time, I fantasized that one day I could sit in the classroom and listen to his lectures. I didn't expect this wish to come true many years later."

"However, as I said in the preface, God endowed him with a mind that is close to the peak of human beings, but he also took away one thing from him..."

"That's something special."

"I prayed that God would give it back to him."

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

The straightforward language and the undisguised heart, it doesn't look like an autobiography, it's more like something else...

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

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

What do you say?

It's like riding a tiger.

To be honest, he has never experienced similar timidity in the face of threats from the Universal Spirit Foundation and those awakened ones...

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 spoke after a moment of silence.

"Can I take this... my autobiography with me?"

After hearing Lu Zhou's words, the aged librarian hesitated for a moment, and spoke in a compromising tone.

"Of course... this biography is written in your name. If there are false contents in it and arouse your disgust, you certainly have the right to remove him from the bookshelf."

Lu Zhou "I don't feel disgusted so much... Besides, 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 interested in emotional matters can see that it is not a biography at all, but a love letter with a million words.

As if seeing the embarrassment on Lu Zhou's face, the librarian smiled "I understand" on his face, and said in a joking tone.

"I see. Who didn't do a few stupid things when they were young? There's nothing to be ashamed of."

"...Although I don't know where you are thinking, but I can swear that things are not what you think."

"Whether it is what I think or not, it is not an easy task to write a million-word biography. In addition to pouring heart and soul into it, I think there should be some thoughts such as longing in it." Emotions. I understand that everything seems too heavy in front of time, but do you really have the heart to tell a page about youth and tear it from the heart of a little girl? Even after 100 years, she probably It's all buried."

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

While he doesn't want to create some weird misconceptions about himself, he really shouldn't have done so if the biography is really loaded with so much.

Looking at Lu Zhou, who finally got the hang of it, the librarian showed a warm smile on his face, and put the book in his arms.

"Thank you, you gave future generations a chance to dig out treasures from history, and you also preserved the youth of a young girl... I may have experienced the joy of my grandfather."

Lu Zhou squinted at him and said, "Your grandfather is not a person who is keen on gossip."

"I know that the old man always talks about the 'wealth of civilization', but can you deny that this biography in my hand—or this million-word love letter—isn't the wealth of civilization?"

Said, this funny old man frowned at Lu Zhou.

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