[— Vera Pulyuy]
[Written on June 8, 2020.8]
When Lu Zhou's eyes fell on the second line, his heartbeat suddenly calmed down.
"… Written while teaching at Princeton?"
She didn't mention this to me at all.
But thinking about it carefully, it seemed that only she could write something like this.
Although it was only an academic exchange, during his time at Princeton, the person who was closest to him was probably his favorite student.
And if he remembered correctly, Hadi didn't seem to be able to join the Ivy League Club from beginning to end. Vera, on the other hand, had written her own recommendation letter to recommend her.
With a trace 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 directly looked at the preface.
The content written in the preface was an academic lecture given by Professor Helfgott at the University of California, Berkeley.
If he remembered correctly, that was at the end of 2015.
Lu Zhou remembered very clearly that he had just won the Cole Prize in Number Theory and had just set Goldbach's conjecture as the next goal of his research.
In that lecture, Professor Helfgott showed him the "Hardy Littlewood circle method", an important mathematical tool, and the progress made on Goldbach's conjecture using this tool.
The specific details of that memory were blurred in Lu Zhou's mind.
However, the author who wrote this biography had a particularly deep impression of that academic lecture. She even remembered what color of clothes she was wearing at that time.
With delicate strokes, she wrote on the first page of the preface.
"… 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 there is no doubt that he is such an apple, beloved by God."
"I still remember that it was an academic lecture on the application of the circle method held by Professor Helfgott. It was also the first time I met him.
"At that time, he wasn't a professor at Princeton, nor was he the protagonist of this report. He was sitting in the audience like me, quietly thinking about Professor Helfgott's theory and writing something in his notebook."
"I still remember that it was December. The weather in Los Angeles was very cold, but the heating in the classroom was very good. At that time, he was wearing a fresh white shirt, a grey coat and a checkered scarf. Time seemed to slow down for half a beat. Only later did I realize that the missing half beat was my heartbeat. "
"Of course, what left a deep impression on me wasn't his clothes, but the brilliance of his rationality and the kindness in his heart."
"Because I was confused by Professor Helfgott's theory, I asked him about several puzzles in the lecture with a nervous heart."
Out of my expectation, even for an inconspicuous girl like me, he still patiently answered the questions in my heart.
"I listened very carefully because his voice was very pleasant. Although it was just a few words, it seemed to have a reassuring affinity and persuasiveness that was full of power but not invasive. No matter how complicated a mathematical problem was, it would become easy to understand under his explanation. "
"At that time, I fantasized that one day I could sit in a classroom and listen to his lectures. I didn't expect this wish to come true many years later."
"However, like I said in the preface, God gave him a mind that was close to the peak of human beings, but he also took away something from him …
"That's something special."
"I prayed that God would give it back to him."
The lines of printed words were like a trickle of water, flowing on the slightly yellowed paper.
The straightforward language and the undisguised inner feelings didn't look like an autobiography at all, it looked more like something else …
Lu Zhou flipped through the first chapter from the beginning to the end, and his throat moved.
Although he opened the biography out of curiosity, he still felt that it was a wrong decision to do so.
What should I say?
It's like I'm riding a tiger.
To be honest, when facing the threat of The Spirit of The Universe Foundation and those awakened ones, he had never felt such timidity …
Well, this isn't timidity.
It's just embarrassment.
Lu Zhou looked away from the biography and looked at the librarian standing behind the front desk.
After a moment of silence, he said, "Can I take this … autobiography about me with me?"
After hearing Lu Zhou's words, the elderly librarian hesitated for a moment before speaking in a compromising tone.
"Of course … This biography is written under your name. If there is false content in it and it arouses your disgust, you certainly have the right to remove it from the bookshelf."
Lu Zhou: "I don't feel disgust … Besides, there is nothing false about it."
At most, it made him feel a little embarrassed.
Because even a person like him, who was not interested in emotional matters, could see that it was not a biography at all, but a million-word love letter.
As if seeing the embarrassment on Lu Zhou's face, the librarian showed an "I understand" smile on his face and said in a joking tone.
"I understand, who hasn't done a few stupid things when they were young? There is nothing to be embarrassed about. "
"Although I don't know what you are thinking, I can swear that things are not what you think."
"Regardless of whether it's what I think it is or not, it's not easy to write a million-word biography. In addition to pouring your heart and soul, I think there should also be some feelings such as longing in it. I understand very well that everything seems too heavy in the face of time, but do you really have the heart to tear a page about youth from a girl's heart? Even after 100 years, she will probably be buried. "
Lu Zhou was silent for a while and finally put down the biography.
Although he didn't want future generations to have some strange misunderstandings about him, if this biography really contained so many things, he really shouldn't do this.
The librarian looked at Lu Zhou, who was finally enlightened, and a warm smile appeared on his face. He put the book into his pocket.
"Thank you, you gave future generations a chance to dig out treasures from history, and you also saved a girl's youth … I may have experienced my grandfather's happiness."
Lu Zhou glanced at him and said, "Your grandfather is not a person who likes to 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, is not the wealth of civilization?"
The interesting old man winked at Lu Zhou.
"After all, the biggest difference between humans and machines is that humans have feelings!"
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