Meng Zezhi spent a total of sixty years in this world.
His body has been tough for ten years, and at the age of 80, he still maintains the frequency of publishing a high-quality paper every year. On the contrary, Zhu Zhengqing, who is a round younger than him, has become less and less healthy every day after his seventieth birthday. Major illnesses do not come, and minor illnesses continue.
It happened to be snowing heavily on the day he left. In the morning, he suddenly came to his senses, drank an extra bowl of millet porridge for the first time in history, and said that he wanted to go out to watch the snow.
Meng Zezhi vaguely guessed something in his heart. He called medical care, put the person in a wheelchair and sat down, and then pushed him to the small garden.
"It's so beautiful." Zhu Zhengqing raised his head, and light snowflakes fell on his eyebrows.
Meng Zezhi reached out and adjusted his hat and scarf for him, and then he held both of his hands. He looked at the sparse white hair on Meng Zezhi's head, and his eyes were gentle: "Does this count as growing old together?"
Meng Zezhi was short of breath, and without waiting for him to speak, Zhu Zhengqing said again, "Can you hug me again?"
"Okay." Meng Zezhi said slowly, standing up and hugging Zhu Zhengqing in his arms.
"very nice."
Smelling the smell on Meng Zezhi's body, Zhu Zhengqing said weakly, "It would be great if people could really be reincarnated. In the next life, the next life... I want to be with you."
"Okay!" Meng Zezhi replied, "I'll find you when the time comes, so don't ignore me."
Hearing this, Zhu Zhengqing closed his eyes contentedly, with a peaceful expression on his face.
Meng Zezhi choked in his throat, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked more than ten years older.
The funeral of Zhu Zhengqing was handled by Meng Zezhi, and Zhu Zhengqing's reputation was there, and there was an endless stream of people who came to express condolences.
When Zhu Zhengqing's body was pushed into the corpse refining furnace, the head of the crematorium came over and asked, "Professor Meng, the list says you want two urns. Are you going to divide Professor Zhu's ashes into two?"
"No," Meng Zezhi leaned on a cane and looked back. When the medical staff around him saw it, he quickly stepped forward to help him sit on the chair behind him.
He said: "The other one is prepared for myself. When the time comes, you will bury me and him in the same tomb. This is called, live in the same quilt, die in the same cave..."
The field director couldn't help but sighed: "You and Professor Zhu have a really good relationship."
After he finished speaking, he looked up and saw that the man in the chair closed his eyes and had no life.
On the day of Meng Zezhi's funeral, the United Nations headquarters flew the flag at half-staff, the President of the Security Council delivered a eulogy, and sent a message of condolences for his passing.
Throughout October, the commemoration of Meng Zezhi and Zhu Zhengqing did not stop.
[Professor Meng's life is a legend-
He was born in poverty, but with his own perseverance, he broke into a blue sky.
He was admitted to Geng Province University at the age of 16, graduated from the university at the age of 20, and was recommended to join the master-doctoral program at Jingcheng University. After graduating with a Ph.D., he was invited to teach at Jingcheng University. He was promoted to associate professor two years later, and full professor five years later. He won the Chen Shengshen Mathematics Prize at the age of twelve, and was selected as a Changjiang Scholar a year later.
At the age of thirty-five, he was framed by others, his wife and son died, his disciples became enemies, and he was accused by thousands of people... However, life has suffered many hardships since ancient times, and hardships eventually make heroes.
In the same year, Goldbach's conjecture was conquered, and the injustice was snowed. At the age of thirty-six, he developed a special drug for AIDS, and donated all the benefits without leaving any money. At the age of 37, he was selected as an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the Chinese Academy of Sciences. At the age of 40, he proved the Riemann hypothesis. At the age of 42, he developed an AIDS vaccine with Professor Zhu, and all the proceeds were also donated...
The mountains stand up, and the scenery stops, although I can't reach it, my heart yearns for it.
The AIDS medicine he developed has given tens of millions of patients a new life. The AIDS vaccine jointly developed by him and Professor Zhu Zhengqing has freed mankind from the haze of AIDS. Ten years of hard work, overcoming all the problems in the mathematics community...
"Time Magazine" said: Some people are honored to win the Nobel Prize for life, and some people feel honored by the Nobel Prize because of winning, that person is Meng Zezhi.
Finally, what I want to say is that since ancient times in life, whoever has no death, who lives in the heart will live forever.
Professor Meng, go all the way! 】
【Sudden tears! 】
[I was thinking a few days ago that in two years it would be Professor Meng's centennial birthday, but people said that it would be gone. 】
[When Professor Meng was exposed to academic fraud, I even scolded him. In the end, my son got leukemia, and it was only with the assistance of Professor Meng's foundation that his life was saved. Professor Meng's great kindness We all keep it in our hearts. 】
【Me too… 】
[What moved me the most was the deep relationship between Professor Meng and Professor Zhu. They have been together for 60 years, and the relationship has always been the same. After Professor Zhu left, Professor Meng, who was still in a tough body, followed him without saying a word. What is this called, live and die! 】
[+1, although I am a bit homophobic because of some psychological shadows, I can't bear the slightest disgust for this pair. 】
[What I admire the most is Professor Meng’s ability to teach students. In his lifetime, he accepted 262 students, taught 12 academicians of the Academy of Sciences, 3 members of the American Academy of Sciences, 93 university professors, and the rest Of the people, half of them are on Wall Street, and half of them disappear in front of others, and none of them are mediocre. 】
[Stop talking, the live broadcast of the memorial service has started, I'll go get a white flower and put it on first. 】
[I also watched the live broadcast. 】
【Add me one. 】
…
When Meng Zezhi woke up again, he found himself in a bedroom.
"This is the system space." I remembered the rigid mechanical sound of the system: "Congratulations to the host for successfully completing the task."
Meng Zezhi was completely oblivious. He stared at the ceiling and stared blankly for a while, and then barely suppressed the sadness in his heart. He asked, "System, can I know his fate in the next life?"
"Ding, the host's authority is insufficient." The system comforted coldly: "After the host is turned into a regular, he will have this authority."
"Yes, turn to positive." Meng Zezhi's eyes lit up, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly the future looks bright.
"Does the host need to check the task settlement?" the system asked.
"Yes."
Meng Zezhi immediately saw a transparent display screen.
4762 Small World Mission Settlement
Client: Meng Zezhi
Main quest: Revenge on Jiang Qiyang and Chen Yinglong (1000 points of merit, and the completion of the task depends on Meng Zezhi's satisfaction.)
Mission Completion: 100%.
Reward: 1000 merit points
Side quest: Restore Meng Zezhi's reputation (500 points of merit will be awarded, and the completion of the task will depend on Meng Zezhi's satisfaction.)
Mission Completion: 100%
Reward: 500 merit points
System task: Recycling the star development system (500 points of merit reward.)
Mission Completion: Recycling Successful
Reward: 500 merit points
Buy a primary detoxification pill, deduct 200 points of merit.
After the task was completed, the host stayed in the small world No. 4762 for a total of 60 years, deducting 1,200 merit points.
Help the little world No. 4762 to eliminate AIDS, save hundreds of millions of people from water and fire, and reward 500,000 points of merit.
Seeing this, Meng Zezhi's pupils tightened.
But I don't want the next one to be:
For interfering with the small world process of No. 4762, 496,000 merit points will be deducted.
Total: 4800 merit points
Meng Zezhi frowned slightly: "What's going on?"
"According to the original process of Small World No. 4762, the AIDS vaccine and special drugs should be developed after 40 years, and the more than 30 mathematical problems that the host has overcome, it is more important to the scientific and technological development of Small World No. 4762. It has had an indelible impact." The system explained: "Advanced knowledge is not necessarily good for society, and it may also be encouraged by stalks."
"However, in general, the host's actions are more beneficial than harmful."
Meng Zezhi sighed, no matter what, these 4,000 points of merit were obtained outside the mission, and it was barely a pleasant surprise.
Thinking of this, he felt a lot more at ease.
The next moment, the screen interface in front of him turned.
Name: Meng Zezhi
Age: 73+60
Charisma: 82+3
Soul Strength: 95
IQ: 290
Merit: 3360+4800
Skills: Physics (entry into the room), mathematics (entry into the room), chemistry (first look at the door), biology (entry into the room)
Achievements: No. 6323 Top Ten Outstanding Physicists in Small World, No. 4762 Top Ten Famous Mathematicians in Small World
"Excuse me, host, do you want to enter the next mission?" the system asked.
"Yes." Meng Zezhi's expression lifted. Now he just wanted to meet the conditions for becoming a regular as soon as possible, and then go to Zhu Zhengqing.
"Matching the mission world!"
"World Matching Success!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Zezhi's eyes flashed.
When she fixed her eyes and looked again, a woman in red on the ceiling had scarlet eyes, her robe and waist-length hair were free from wind, and blood was dripping from a walnut-sized hole on her forehead, dripping onto Meng Zezhi's body. face.
"Ghost-ghost-"
There was a hysterical roar next to him, and there was a taste of schadenfreude in his tone.
Meng Zezhi reached out and touched the blood on his face, sending it under his nose.
This is the smell of carrion!
Meng Zezhi's pupils tightened: "Run—"
With that said, he pulled up the fat man beside him, grabbed the door and fled.
Unpredictable, Meng Zezhi pulled him like that. The moment he turned around, Han Daqin slammed into the door frame with a bang.
"Fuck, Xie Guangsheng—" Han Daqin was dragged around by Meng Zezhi, covering his nose, snot and tears smeared his face: "I'm not finished with you, young master."
Meng Zezhi had blue veins on his forehead, and his tone was not good: "Look behind you!"
Han Daqin looked behind him subconsciously, and the woman in red followed behind them, floating in the air with a grinning face.
He blinked. Are technology companies so awesome now? This female ghost pretends to be the real thing, and can still fly in the sky.
However, at this moment, the red-clothed woman who had fallen seven or eight meters behind him flashed and appeared above him, and the stench came over him.
Han Daqin's pupils tightened, and finally realized that something was wrong.
His mouth was trembling, his face was earthy: "Ghost, ghost—"
The next moment, the woman in red stretched out her hands and grabbed his neck.
The hysterical shouting came to an abrupt end.
When Meng Zezhi saw it, he instinctively waved the peach wood sword in his hand and slashed towards the woman in red.
The moment the sword blade hit the red-clothed female ghost, only a bang was heard, a white light flashed, and the red-clothed female ghost flew out, and the peach wood sword was also broken into two pieces.
Meng Zezhi didn't say a word, dragged the person and ran, and then hid in the toilet at the end of the corridor.
"Ghost, ghost..." Han Daqin said incoherently, his face terrified.
Meng Zezhi immediately reached out to cover his mouth and nose, and gave him a stern look.
Han Daqin swallowed desperately, then nodded.