Chapter 1159

The origin of the sketch in Professor Abel's notes became a mystery.

In the later part of the notes, it can be seen that the scholar seems to have entrusted all the dreams to the gods and completely abandoned the search for this clue.

Combined with the background of the times, this is understandable.

Although Lu Zhou himself is an atheist, this does not prevent him from understanding Professor Abel's mentality.

It is the common character of human civilization to entrust the unknown mystery to a strong existence.

In fact, he himself is not it? Supposing that the system comes from a certain "advanced civilization" or "future man", it is not necessarily much better than putting this supposition on the "spirit of the universe".

Anyway, none of these three have reliable scientific basis to prove that they really exist, right?

In a word, I don't know whether Abel has got rid of that strange dream, or whether he has chosen to stop thinking about it. The back part of the notes has completely become the thinking of the century's problem that "there is no algebraic general solution to the univariate quintic equation".

And in the future, even if there is no note, the boat knows.

Professor Abel made great success in 1824, and completed a series of mathematical achievements such as "Abel theorem".

However, these achievements did not improve his life, and did not even attract the attention of Paris mathematics at that time.

Finally, in the spring of 1829, he died of poverty at his fiancee's home. Most of the later records of his deeds are from the works published by his teacher Professor Holm ten years later.

The world depicted in that sketch seems to have never appeared in history.

All the clues about it were interrupted in that painting

Standing at the gate of the yard, looking at the boat coming out of the house, Molina put down her arms and asked.

"Where are you going next? I can stay with you till the afternoon. "

Lu Zhou: "that's it."

Molina picked her eyebrows by accident.

"Enough?"

The boat smiled and nodded.

"Well, I stayed up all night last night, and I'll go on a long journey tomorrow. It's time for me to go back and have a rest."

After saying goodbye to Molina, Lu Zhou got on the bus driven by Wang Peng and returned to the hotel where he stayed.

I had a rest all day.

In the early morning of the next day, a black limousine from the French Ministry of foreign affairs stopped at the door of the hotel and connected the boat to the car.

The town of omites, which they are going to, is located in the south of France. It is a little far away from Paris. If they plan to return on the same day, the earlier they start, the better.

Before getting on the bus, Lu Zhou thought that it would be better for the French Foreign Ministry to arrange a bodyguard and a guide for him, but he didn't expect to go with him to be director giacobino of the basic Department of the French Ministry of science and technology.

In short, this position is roughly equivalent to the vice department in charge of basic scientific research in the Ministry of science and technology of the people's Republic of China.

Lu Zhou didn't know the administrative level. Even today, he didn't know the level of the chief designer and consultant of the moon orbit construction committee. But before leaving, he heard the old man who came to France with him say that the director who came to pick him up, director giacobino, should be at the same level as Xiao Li.

The old man, Xiao Li, is the chief of bureau Li.

Anyway, the level is not low.

There was not much communication along the way except for the polite greetings before getting on the bus.

Taking a book on board the boat seems to have no interest in chatting at all, just quietly turning over the books in his hand, which makes director Jia kebino, who hopes to have a good relationship with the "champion" of the Chinese academic community, feel rather awkward.

Looking at the time on his watch, he saw that there was not much time left. He gave the driver a look to slow him down a little. Then he looked at the boat sitting opposite him and said with a smile.

“…… Harvest and seed, a very interesting name, is it poetry? "

Turning a page at random, the boat said in a relaxed tone.

"Strictly speaking, autobiography."

Autobiography?

He thought for a long time without any impression, and asked again after a moment's hesitation.

"By whom?"

"Professor grotendic, I don't know when it was written Do you want me to read it to you? "

Jakobino smiled and said, "be kind.".

"There are not many opportunities to listen to academician Lu."

Looking at the smiling director giacobino, Lu Zhou smiled faintly.

He knew exactly what the flattery behind the smile was about.

But even though he saw through this, he would not be so low in EQ that he would tear it down face to face.

After clearing his throat, he recited one of his favorite passages in a smooth tone.“…… Every science, when we do not regard it as a tool of ability and domination, but as the adventure course of knowledge that we human beings strive to pursue from generation to generation, we can get a pure harmony from it. From one period to another, this kind of harmony is more or less huge and rich. And in different times and centuries, they show us different themes, as well as the subtle and delicate correspondence As if from the void. "

As if from the void

Lu Zhou read this sentence twice, the first time in French, the second time in combination with his own understanding of the translation given, always feel that each reading can feel the meaning of it.

What is the void?

He has been thinking about it.

But for giakopino, it's a little bit more difficult to feel the meaningful feeling of the heart of the boat. And he was more surprised by the French of the boat.

Before that, they had been communicating in English, so that he didn't know that Professor Lu's French was so fluent.

“…… Your French is very fluent. When did you start to learn it? Did you work at CERN? "

The boat shook its head gently.

"About last month."

Giakopino: "...?"

To be exact, it should have been at the end of last month when he decided to come to France.

Of course, there's no need to say that, or the boat is not sure if his chin will fall on his knee.

Looking at the stunned expression on director giakopino's face, Lu Zhou smiled faintly, did not care about him anymore, but continued to look at the autobiography in his hand.

Just when the topic of two people can't go on, the driver in the front row, it's time to say.

"Here we are."

……

Saint lizzier church is located in the small town of omites. It's not a famous tourist attraction. It's just a small church where local people go to church.

Standing at the door of the church, looking at the boat coming down from the car, the old priest with dim eyes recognized his face at a glance and went forward to say.

"You can count it. I almost died of you."

Looking at the wrinkled old priest, Lu Zhou was slightly stunned and smiled a little embarrassed.

"Sorry for the trouble."

"And the letter?"

He took the old envelope out of his arms, and the boat handed it to the priest.

After opening the letter, he glanced at it in a hurry, and confirmed that it was professor grotendic's handwriting. Then the old priest returned the letter to the hands of the boat, and said in his mouth.

"Professor grotendic begged me to hand over his notes to you. I thought I could have finished his wish eight years ago, but I didn't expect that I had to wait from seventy-two to eighty."

“…… I'm really sorry. "

The old priest snorted politely and continued in a hoarse voice.

"You don't have to apologize to me. Even if you don't come to lose it, it's not me. The person who is really pigeoned by you is lying in the soil. If you feel embarrassed, go to him and say, do you need a bunch of flowers? As long as ten euros, no matter what you do, the dead will forgive you. "

Lu zhouzheng was ready to pay, but only one credit card came out after half a day. Director giacobino standing next to him caught the embarrassment on his face, took out his wallet quickly, and looked at the old priest seriously.

"Two for me, please! Professor grotendic is a great scholar. His departure is the loss of the world and the French people. And we owe him an apology... "

Because he was born in a time of war, Professor grotendic had always been a radical pacifist. As a result, he and the Paris Institute of higher learning at that time had serious differences and conflicts on the issue of "whether mathematics should be used for war purposes", which eventually led him to live in seclusion in a small village in southern France

These are old memories.

Looking at jakobino with a heavy face, the old man groaned with his nose and dropped a meaningful sentence with a smile.

"If you think so, you won't be here eight years later."

Then, regardless of the gradually embarrassed expression on the face of the director, he turned to the back door of the church and pushed the wooden door leading to the cemetery open.

"Come in, distinguished guests. His tombstone is the second on the left of the third row."

The boat nodded and walked toward the wooden door.

But just passing by the door, the old priest suddenly reached out and pulled the arm of the boat.

"Wait a minute. Here you are."As he spoke, he handed out a note from his hand.

From the hands of the old priest took that slightly yellow notebook, Lu Zhou took it in his hands and carefully opened the title page.

"Is this professor grotendic's note?"

To tell you the truth, there's only so much to surprise the land boat.

Old priest: "there are others, but he said this one is the most important, so I put it in the church. I can't understand the above, but according to him, it's a mathematical problem that hasn't been solved. "

"He always wanted to find someone to help him. In the past, he met deline and considered a German named Schulz, but he hated the Germanic people and thought he was too young Just don't know why, at the end of his life, he finally chose you who never met. "

Feeling the heavy sense of history in this note, the land boat didn't read it for the moment, but put it in her arms, and looked at the old man and said solemnly.

"Thank you for keeping it for me so long."

For this thank you, the old priest snorted with his nose, which was still rude and philistine.

"You are welcome. You are rich. If you want to thank me, you can donate some money to me. This church has not been renovated in 50 years."

Lu Zhou was stunned and then nodded with a smile.

"No problem."

Compared with those complicated mathematical problems.

It's only a small matter for him.