HP's Chinese Parents

In his previous life, when Nick visited the UK, he saw a statue of Turing at the University of Manchester. It was Alan Matheson Turing holding an apple injected with meth and looking silent.

At that time, it began to rain suddenly, and my companions complained about the hellish weather in England.Nick held the umbrella in one hand, and looked over curiously when he heard that the statue of Turing was in front of him.The rain made the statue's face blurred, so he didn't care, he just bowed from a distance to show his respect, and then quickly left with his companions.How could I ever think of reliving my life, but I fell in love with this big man at first sight without knowing it, and I fell in love with him when I saw him again.

Turing, who is standing at the door, is just 20 years old, his cuffs are stained with ink, and the afternoon sun is shining brightly. The maverick and informality of the genius, mixed with the sharpness in the eyes of a young man, makes him look very lively. It was hard for Nick to connect him with the sculpture, which exudes a deep sense of sadness even when it is surrounded by flowers sent by memorialists.

Nick almost said with emotion: "It's an honor to see you again, Mr. Alan Turing. I'm Nick Riddle."

Brother John, who was heartbroken for Turing, laughed and said, "Oh? So you already know each other."

Nick bowed: "I also just learned the name of Mr. Alan Turing, and I was only lucky enough to meet him twice before."

Unexpectedly, the person who made him miss it looked at him with a confused face after hearing it, obviously he couldn't remember who he was at all.

Nick reminded him with a wry smile: "1048576."

Compared with human facial features, Alan Turing is obviously more sensitive to numbers. After hearing the prompt, he suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment, and the way he looked at him suddenly changed-it was the person who wanted to pick me up!

John Turing, who had no knowledge of Nick's motives, was confused when he heard the charade between the two, but he was Turing's brother after all, and he was very used to the strange numbers that came out of Turing's mouth, so he He felt that this should be someone who could chat with his withdrawn younger brother, so he said enthusiastically: "We are all neighbors, and you are all the same age. You should have more contacts in the future. Why don't you just call him by name."

Unexpectedly, his younger brother didn't give him any face, and refused without hesitation: "No! I will never allow a person who can't even count to call me by my name."

The muscles on John Turing's face twitched visibly to the naked eye, and the ferociousness of his expression at that moment made one suspect that he wanted to give his brother a hard time.

Nick, who originally felt inferior because he found out that his sweetheart was a big boss, was suddenly full of fighting spirit when he heard this contemptuous evaluation.Since the opponent is Turing, who has always been bent in history, he doesn't have to bear the crime of breaking straight men. Instead, he can let go of his worries and chase after him if he likes it. Are numbers worse?

He looked directly into Alan Turing's beautiful eyes, and said seriously: "Mr. Alan Turing, although I am far inferior to you in mathematics, I don't think I will end up with such an evaluation."

John, who was speechless with anger from his younger brother, quickly wanted to explain: "Mr. Riddle, he..."

However, he was once again ignored by his younger brother.Alan stretched out his hand and pushed him to the back, stepped forward and said: "Then I will give you a chance to prove yourself, if you can accurately count 1048576 random things and hand them to me, I will apologize to you and You are allowed to call me by my first name."

Nick noticed that Alan Turing bit the accent on the words 'accurate' and 'hand'.He pondered: "I can count them for you now." He invited the two brothers into the house, made black tea and politely asked John Turing to wait for a while in the living room.

"Come with me, Mr. Alan Turing."

Alan Turing followed him suspiciously into the kitchen.Then he saw Nick bring out a bag of flour, and he said in surprise: "Mr. Riddle, I think you should have heard my request clearly. If you want to give me a bowl of flour directly and tell me that there are 1048576 grains in it, it doesn't count." .”

"Of course, of course, I'll count exactly 1048576."

Alan Turing made an inch of it: "With all due respect, I may not have the patience to wait for you to count them out one by one."

Nick poured the flour into the pan and fried it until it was cooked. He smiled and said, "How could I be so perfunctory? Trust me, I promise you won't even miss the afternoon tea."

So Alan Turing became quiet. He leaned against a cabinet with his chest in his arms, wanting to see what this guy who had a bad intention for him could do.

Nick put the fried flour into a large deep dish, took out a small pot, and poured a lethal amount of sugar straight into it.The flames on the stove licked the bottom of the pot, melting the sugar granules into a bubbling syrup.The sweet smell mixed with the smell of roses outside the window filled the kitchen. Nick's mood was unexpectedly calm. He poured the syrup into a bowl to cool it down, and then took it out, turning it into a soft ball.

He held the ball as if holding his own heart.Hearing Alan Turing behind him let out a breath of impatience on purpose, Nick turned around and smiled at him: "I've been waiting for a long time, Mr. Alan Turing, let me do a magic trick for you."

The afternoon sun hit Nick's side face through the obstacles of leaves and glass windows. The colorful light and shadow danced with the wind, highlighting the black hair and black eyes. The smile under the sun was so brilliant that Ai Lun Turing felt his heart beat violently at that moment, and at this moment he could not tell the difference in facial features, but he had to admit that Nick Riddle had a handsome and compelling face.

As he leaned over involuntarily, he sarcastically said: "Great! Your movements are really fast. I waited here, thinking that a lifetime had passed."

Nick, who was already winning, tolerantly ignored his sweetheart's temper. He cut a hole in the center of the cooled syrup, squeezed it into a uniform circle, and placed it on a flour plate.

"It's about to start." He reminded without looking back, and counted to himself: "Now it's 2."

Then dip the circle in flour and stretch it out, fold it in half: "4 sticks"

Stretch again, fold in half: "8."

"16."

"32."

"64."

"128."

"256."

"512."

"1024."

"2048."

"4096."

……

……

No. 18 times stretched, folded in half: "524288."

No. 19 times stretched, folded in half: "1048576."

The author has something to say: Alas, in fact, my male god is not such an arrogant person (whispering BB: He is a person immersed in his own world, and those who are not good at mathematics are not people who can communicate at all in his eyes. Will talk to him but won't run to ridicule.) He made things difficult for Nick because he saw that Nick wanted to pick him up. This kind of thing was illegal, so it was inconvenient to refuse directly, and wanted him to quit.

I feel sorry for Brother John.

I don't know if I can get Nick to soak up the male god before school starts...

感谢在2020-05-0811:40:18~2020-05-0910:32:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of stomach pain in the middle of the night;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!