Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

When Lu Zhou returned home, it was almost dark.

Returning to the long-awaited hut, the moment the door was opened, the dust on his face sneezed him.

"I knew it was time to ask a housekeeping company to clean it regularly." Reaching out and fanning his nose, Lu Zhou glanced at the dusty porch with a headache.

Why not go to the hotel tonight for one night?

After thinking about it, Lu Zhou felt that it was fine.

When he got from here to the hotel, it took him enough time to clean the bedroom.

After spending about an hour, he took the broom and rag and finally packed up the study and bedroom.

Leaning the broom against the wall, looking at the neatly restored study, Lu Zhou wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Next, there is only one last thing left."

Before going to bed, he plans to finish today's work.

Although there is only one work left to do.

Sitting at a familiar desk, Lu Zhou spent about half an hour writing his resignation.

Watching the sky completely dark outside the window, he put the two resignations into the drawer and turned towards the bedroom.

...

A special ceremony was held in Lecture Hall 1 of the Princeton Institute of Advanced Studies.

After approving Lu Zhou's resignation, Dean Goddard awarded him the title of Honorary Researcher.

This title is similar to the university's honorary professor, and is mainly awarded to scholars who have made significant contributions to a research institution but are unable to serve or continue to serve here for various reasons.

"Even if you trace the history of the Institute of Advanced Studies in Princeton, you are one of the most outstanding scholars. As a colleague, your research results have impressed me."

"While I regret not being able to work with you, I still hope that no matter where you are, you can continue on the academic path."

Lu Zhou nodded: "I will."

There was applause in the lecture hall.

From Dean Goddard, Lu Zhou took the certificate that symbolized the title of honorary professor.

Counting the honorary professors awarded to him by the principal of Isgleb, as well as Columbia University and Jinling University, he has already received honorary professor titles from three universities.

Although he did not deliberately collect titles in this regard, Lu Zhou was curious. When he passed away that day, would the history book use a full page to display the academic titles he had obtained.

After the ceremony, Lu Zhou was about to spend the rest of his time wandering around. Professor Fefferman, who had worked with him to solve the NS equation problem, suddenly stopped him.

Taking a pen out of his pocket, he said in a joking tone: "Although Princeton does not have this tradition, I still want to give you something. This pen was collected at the International Conference of Mathematicians in Helsinki It is also my favorite, and I will leave it to you for safekeeping. "

Because of the beautiful soul photographed by Lang Howard, Princeton has been famous for a while, and the most acclaimed outsider is probably the Princeton-style tribute to give away pens.

However, according to Nash himself in an interview, giving a fountain pen is only an exaggerated part of the director, and there is no such tradition in Princeton. However, after the movie aired, the stalk was unexpectedly welcomed by Princeton teachers and students.

After all, for the professors here, the most thing in the drawer is probably the pens collected during the academic conference.

As for Professor Fefferman, the International Congress of Mathematicians in Helsinki is the one where he won the Fields Prize.

"Thank you," solemnly accepted this remarkable pen, Lu Zhou smiled and joked, "You gave me such a valuable gift, I will be embarrassed if I don't return the gift."

Professor Fefferman haha ​​smiled: "You should give me something, and gifts should be given to each other. I remember the saying of the state of China."

Lu Zhou guessed that what he wanted to say was probably the exchange of gifts, but that thing was not a proverb, but an idiom.

With a smile, Lu Zhou took out a pen from his pocket and passed it to him.

Taking over the pen from Lu Zhou's hand, Fefferman gave him a surprised look.

"I never thought you were ready."

"Just being with me all the time," Lu Zhou continued, "By the way, this is what I collected at the conference of mathematicians in Rio de Janeiro."

"Really? Then I need to keep it safe," Fefferman smiled, and continued. "Yes, by the way, do you still have those manuscripts?"

Lu Zhou: "It's still there, what's wrong?"

Fefferman: "If you don't plan to take it away, I suggest that you donate it to the Flint Library. Although the old librarian looks a bit mentally ill, he has a rather sophisticated approach to the maintenance of paper materials."

Hearing this proposal, Lu Zhou gave a slight hesitation.

Donate the manuscript to the library?

He hadn't considered this issue before.

Originally in his plan, he intended to give his students a memorial. However, if you think about it, it is obviously better to leave it to amateurs to keep it.

Maybe one day he's whim, he can come back and see.

After all, the painstaking efforts were in it.

Lu Zhou asked in an uncertain tone: "Will the Shishi Library collect those pieces of paper?"

Fefferman said with a smile: "Of course, and I think it's not just the Flint Library, I believe any museum will be happy to take over these materials."

...

After leaving the Institute of Advanced Studies, Lu Zhou went straight to the Shishi Library.

When he arrived here, the old man in his robe was leaning against a chair and snoring.

Even in Princeton, who was walking all over the "freak", weird people who don't trim their edges to wear pajamas into the library are still rare.

Lu Zhou remembers that the last time he came here to borrow the manuscripts of Lehman Spitzer, the old man had not made much of a fool of him.

However, although there are many quirks, his love for books is nothing to say.

Perhaps because of such weird people, the original historical documents and materials here can be kept intact.

Seeing the Lu Zhou appearing at the door, the sleepy-eyed old man sucked his nose and made a weird laugh.

"You came?"

Looking at the weird smile that scared the person who borrowed the book away, Lu Zhou sighed and said, "Aren't you going to change your look for so many years? And that dry laughter."

"What's the matter, and who cares what a bad old man wears?" The old man smiled, reached out and touched the crutch, stood up tremblingly, "Not to mention in Princeton, weird, I'm the normal one. . "

No, you are probably the most abnormal one.

Lu Zhou murmured silently in his heart, but didn't say it, just greeting him casually.

"When are you going to retire?"

The old man smiled: "Retire? That may have to wait until the day I lay in the coffin."

Hearing this sentence, Lu Zhou glanced at him with some surprise.

"I thought I would avoid the word coffin to some extent at your age."

"Why do you want to avoid taboos? Do you just avoid taboos to avoid death? We will one day decay, but our wisdom and knowledge will remain for future generations to look at," staring at the landing boat with murky eyes, the old man's face was exposed With a smile, "Say ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Are you here to borrow books or do you have something else?"

Lu Zhou: "I intend to return to China after a while."

The old man "oh" indifferently, without any response.

After all, he is only responsible for this library. As for the personnel changes at Princeton University and the Advanced Institute, it is not within his scope.

After organizing the language in his mind, Lu Zhou continued: "When I cleaned the house, I found a bunch of manuscripts, including some about Goldbach's conjecture and some about the NS equation. It may take a while to sort them out ... I mean, if you are interested, can you keep it for me? "

Hearing Lu Zhou's intention to donate the manuscript to the Shishi Library, the old man's face finally showed an interested expression.

"Of course, this is the wealth of civilization. Give them to me, and I will take care of them for you."

Lu Zhou smiled: "Is it civilized wealth? I'll leave it to future generations to judge. I just think it would be a bit of a hassle to bring all those things back, and some suitcases may not fit. And if there are Over the course of the day, I hope they remain as they are. "

The old man grinned: "You can rest assured, just like you are an expert in mathematics, I am also an expert in document preservation."

"Really? Then I'm relieved," he paused, and Lu Zhou joked, "Yes, by the way, if I borrow my manuscript, do I need to swear to the Bible?"

However, the old man does not seem to have this humorous cell.

He said sloppily at the joke.

"What stupid words are you talking about, they are the wealth of civilization, and from the moment you finish them, they are not just yours."