At this time, Xu Yehua pushed in the door: "Professor Zhu?"
Only then did Zhu Zhengqing remember the business: "By the way, in order to celebrate winning the lawsuit, the people in our project team decided to go out for a dinner together in the evening and go to Nanmen Street for a seafood buffet. Professor Meng, you have helped us so much. , we just wanted to invite you to come along to show our thanks."
Meng Zezhi subconsciously refused: "You are polite, it's just a little effort..."
Xu Yehua hurriedly said: "For Professor Meng, it may be just a little effort, but for us, it is no less than saving our entire project team. Professor Meng is just going to relax. Anyway, staying in the laboratory all day is boring. ,What do you think?"
For the sake of this, Meng Zezhi glanced at Zhu Zhengqing and nodded, "Then, it's better to be respectful than to obey."
Zhu Zhengqing couldn't help but jump for two points. He said, "If that's the case, let's go now. After a while, it will be rush hour, and it's easy to get stuck in traffic."
"Okay." Meng Zezhi replied, "Then I'll clean up the laboratory first."
"Ok."
After arranging the experimental instruments and medicines, locking the door of the laboratory, a group of three went straight to the elevator, Xu Yehua on the left, Meng Zezhi on the right, and Zhu Zhengqing in the middle.
On the fourth floor, the elevator door opened, facing a group of decorators holding tools. They smiled politely, and then squeezed in. Zhu Zhengqing stepped back with the crowd.
Just when the elevator door was closed, the person in front of him accidentally dropped his cell phone on the ground, and the person bent down to pick it up, probably because of his round body shape, and bumped into Zhu Zhengqing's butt. on the thigh.
Zhu Zhengqing didn't stand still, fell backwards, and hit a wall of meat.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The man picked up the phone, reacted, and apologized repeatedly.
"It's okay." Zhu Zhengqing slowed down, stood firm, turned around, and faced a familiar face.
Indistinctly, he smelled a familiar smell of medicine.
Meng Zezhi's voice came from her ear: "Are you alright?"
Without thinking about other things, Zhu Zhengqing's mood became more and more complicated. He opened his mouth and said two words: "It's okay."
Then slowly turned around.
Meng Zezhi lowered his eyes, rubbed his fingers, and thought casually, this waist is really thin.
Speechless all the way, when we got to the place, everyone had already arrived.
Since it is a celebration banquet, the place you set is definitely not far behind. This seafood buffet is a relatively high-end restaurant, with a group purchase of 481 people. Crabs, geoducks, golden shells, Argentine red shrimps are all available, and sashimi is also on the spot. Made and looks good.
The group directly asked for a private room. Considering that they were taking medicine, Meng Zezhi didn't touch the cold food. All they needed was some crab legs, charcoal-grilled oysters, and apple juice.
As for the others, it is naturally white wine.
"Come here, let's congratulate Professor with a cup first, Professor Zhu has been staying abroad, I'm afraid I haven't had a lot of white bars."
Zhu Zhengqing's eyes were dim, as if he had made up his mind, he did not hesitate to pick up the glass wine glass the size of winter jujube, raised his head and drank it, the spicy wine rushed back up his throat, irritating his eyes. Bring a bit of moisture.
"Okay." After several months of depression, it was a rare occasion to be lively, and everyone cheered: "One more cup."
After drinking five or six glasses of wine in a row, a faint blush rose on Zhu Zhengqing's face, and the whole person was drunk.
Meng Zezhi saw it in his eyes and wanted to dissuade Yili, but in the end he couldn't say anything.
He doesn't have that position.
After a round of drinking, the man in glasses took two mouthfuls of seafood porridge in his bowl, barely suppressing his drunkenness, then stood up from his seat, picked up his wine glass, and walked towards Meng Zezhi: "Professor Meng—"
Meng Zezhi stood up immediately.
"Professor Meng, I'm really sorry. I misunderstood you in the laboratory before. Please don't take it seriously."
What he was talking about was that when he was in the laboratory, in front of the big guys, he framed Meng Zezhi for stealing their research results.
Meng Zezhi didn't feel angry. Longyou was caught in the shallow water by shrimps, and a phoenix with feathers was inferior to a chicken.
It's just human nature.
What's more, he still has to stay in the laboratory. Now that so many people are watching, the man with glasses gave him the steps to go down. He doesn't dare to be rude.
Therefore, he can only say politely: "These are all over, but fortunately things have been resolved satisfactorily, right?"
"Ashamed to say..." The man with glasses said apologetically, "In this way, if I fined me three drinks, I should be apologizing to Professor Meng."
Saying that, he raised the glass to his mouth and drank it.
After three glasses of wine, the man in glasses panted heavily, and said, "I'll give Professor Meng a toast. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be able to sit here and have a happy celebration."
"We also have a toast to Professor Meng." Hearing this, everyone responded in unison.
"Everyone is welcome." Meng Zezhi picked up the apple juice on the table and said, "It's just that I'm not in good health recently, and the doctor told me not to drink alcohol..."
"Professor Meng is fine." Everyone didn't mind.
After another glass of wine, the man with glasses continued to walk among the crowd. Meng Zezhi only focused on taking care of the things in his bowl, which seemed a little out of place compared to the lively atmosphere around him.
Seeing this scene, Zhu Zhengqing couldn't help drinking two more glasses.
After eating and drinking, it was already more than nine o'clock when I came out of the restaurant.
Xu Yehua and others took out their mobile phones one after another, or asked for a chauffeur, or asked family members to pick them up.
Meng Zezhi stretched out his hand from the glasses man's hand and helped Zhu Zhengqing, who was dazed, over, and the other party stepped into his arms with soft steps.
Meng Zezhi held the person in his arms, raised his head and said to Xu Yehua and the others, "Let's go first, I'll take Professor Zhu back later."
Xu Yehua and others did not suspect him, and said, "Then I will trouble Professor Meng."
After the crowd dispersed, Meng Zezhi helped the person to a bench by the fountain, and then asked passersby to buy a bottle of water.
"Drink water." He unscrewed the bottle cap and handed the water to Zhu Zhengqing's mouth.
Zhu Zhengqing opened his sullen eyes, opened his mouth and took two sips before he was unwilling.
Meng Zezhi could only put down the water, massage his temples for him, and said, "Why do you drink so much when you can't drink?"
Zhu Zhengqing pouted, and said angrily: "I'm cowardly, I'm not drunk, how can I show you a showdown."
Meng Zezhi froze for a moment, and then Zhu Zhengqing grabbed his tie. He stared at watery eyes and said in a vicious voice, "Tell me, why don't you like me?"
Meng Zezhi's heartbeat accelerated by his stare, and he said softly, "You're fine, but..."
Zhu Zhengqing's eyes blushed, and he was about to print it on Meng Zezhi's lips.
Meng Zezhi raised his head like a conditioned reflex. Although the saliva of AIDS patients will not transmit AIDS if the mucous membranes inside the mouths of both are intact, but everything is in case, it is better to be careful.
Then Zhu Zhengqing bit Meng Zezhi's Adam's apple: "Don't be a good person!"
Meng Zezhi sighed: "I also have difficulties."
He was most afraid that Zhu Zhengqing would avoid him after knowing that he had AIDS. He originally planned to wait for him to recover before considering whether to be with Zhu Zhengqing.
Now, alas!
"What difficulties can you have, or do you still think about your ex-wife?" Zhu Zhengqing felt more and more aggrieved. Why, he was just a divorced old man, why didn't he like him.
"No." Meng Zezhi sighed, and finally decided to confess: "You forgot, I told you that I was ill."
Zhu Zhengqing opened his mouth and looked up at him.
Meng Zezhi was beating a drum in his heart, he knew that he was playing with fire, and if he didn't do anything, he would burn himself to the ground.
But under Zhu Zhengqing's gaze, he reached out and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing a small rash on his chest.
"Do you know what this is?"
Zhu Zhengqing blinked and said hesitantly, "Isn't it herpes?"
In the flash of calcium carbide, he recalled the familiar smell he had smelled from Meng Zezhi in the elevator before. It was Ritonavi, which was used to treat AIDS.
He said incredulously: "You have AIDS?"
"Well." Meng Zezhi looked at him closely, his throat was dry: "Now, do you still want to be with me?"
Zhu Zhengqing was blinded for a moment, and his heart was half happy and half sad.
Fortunately, from Meng Zezhi's reaction, it could be seen that the other party did not have no feelings for him, which was enough to make him cheer, but at this time Meng Zezhi had an incurable disease.
Could it be that his first love was about to die before it even started
Zhu Zhengqing was shaky, but Meng Zezhi supported him in time.
No, he was not reconciled.
Isn't it AIDS
He gritted his teeth: "What's wrong with AIDS? It's not illegal to have AIDS. Besides, as long as the treatment is proper, AIDS patients can still live to seventy or eighty years old. Don't worry, I have money, and we can cure them slowly."
Otherwise, what else can be done, the more Zhu Zhengqing thinks about it, the more uncomfortable he feels.
It's a pity that the old man's arm is hairy!
Hearing this, Meng Zezhi's heart was beating like thunder after he was in a trance. He knew that he was completely planted.
Germany, Rhine-Ruhr.
To send away his noisy old friends, Fortins asked his wife Mary to help him with a cup of coffee, and he returned to the computer.
Fortins, who has just turned 64 this year, is the Dean of the Department of Mathematics and Natural Sciences at the University of Wuppertal. , and won the Fields Medal in 1986.
Fortins originally wanted to send the thesis he had just completed two days ago, but he didn’t want to be notified by the system that he had received a new email as soon as he opened the mailbox.
The email is from the Annals of Mathematics.
He remembered that James, the editor-in-chief of Mathematical Yearbook, called him the day before yesterday and said he was asking him to help review a paper.
Almost forgot about this.
He clicked on the email, downloaded the attachment, opened it, and was stunned.
"Four ways to prove Goldbach's conjecture"
He narrowed his eyes and continued to look down.
Mary came out with a cup of coffee and put it on Fortins' right hand. She said enthusiastically: "Fortins, Mrs. John just called to invite us to ski in the Alps..."
"I'm afraid I don't have time." Fortins interrupted Mary unconsciously.
"Aren't you on vacation tomorrow?" Mary asked.
"Someone solved the Goldbach conjecture." Fortins tried not to make his voice tremble too much.
"Goldbach conjecture?" Mary looked surprised. Although she was not engaged in academic research, she still knew more or less about her husband's work.
"What method did he use to prove it, the circle method? The sieve method? Algebraic geometry?"
Fortins shook his head.
Mary was even more surprised: "Did he create a new method?"
Fortins shook his head again, his eyes never leaving the computer screen.
Mary was a little dissatisfied with Fortins' trickery.
Fortins took a deep breath and said in a tone of disbelief: "No, I mean, he used four methods."
The author has something to say: Zhu Zhengqing: My focus has never been missed.