Lin Zhaoxi's original guess was that because of the quasi-polynomial algorithm for exact graph isomorphism, after proving that the exact graph isomorphism problem is an npc problem, Professor Zeng will become the person who left a strong mark in the history of mathematics. So he took out the research results of Lao Lin many years ago, perfected them and published them.
but…
But if Lin's proof many years ago had been wrong, the paper would not have been published at all. As for how this paper came about, and whether Professor Feng committed academic misconduct in the process of writing this paper, it is really meaningless.
All because, it's wrong.
"How could this be?" Lin Zhaoxi heard her breathing sound, and kept it very low, trying to keep calm, but she knew that she seemed to be standing in the rain, her eardrums were roaring, and she was drenched by the heavy rain.
After a while, she was able to continue speaking, but she still couldn't stop trembling slightly, "Then do you know who the person who wrote the letter is?"
"I don't know." Pei Zhi's voice was very soft, "Do you know him?"
"I..." Lin Zhaoxi covered her lips, "I just find it very strange, since the person who wrote the letter realized that there was a problem with the proof, why didn't he publish it on an academic forum, but instead wrote a private letter to Professor Zeng to relay it on his behalf. "
"It's not surprising, because he is a very rigorous person. The publication of all academic opinions should not be random. It requires peer review. Professor Zeng is a very suitable candidate." Pei Zhi paused, "And more importantly Yes, for mathematicians, directionality is very important. The wrong direction will affect the academic research of many people. If this matter is spoken by him, then it is likely to disappear, and it may be possible soon or it may take a period of time before it can be accepted. People found problems. He said in the letter that he did not want other people to waste academic life on the wrong problems like him.”
I don't want other people to waste their academic life on the wrong issues like him.
This sentence is too light and too heavy.
"He must have studied for a long time, but he was wrong, what a pity." Lin Zhaoxi said every word, feeling sour and embarrassed.
"Based on the theory of consequences, false proofs are really meaningless." Pei Zhi seemed to be urged by someone on the other end of the phone, but he still spoke slowly at a consistent and steady pace: "But this is mathematics, and everything about the unknown All attempts are very precious.”
"Hmm." Her hands trembled, and she had exhausted all her strength after saying this.
At this moment, she heard the gymnasium broadcasting in the background: "Next, I invite Pei Zhi, an outstanding graduate representative and student from the Department of Mathematics, to speak on stage."
It was really a good time to interrupt, she reluctantly said: "You go and talk, I will take you to the airport when I have time, and we will talk then."
"The letter also proposed a new way of thinking about error proof." Pei Zhixiang walked into the venue again from a quiet place, "but he said that his body may not be able to continue the research, and he will do it when he is sure that it is impossible to continue." , pack all the drafts and send them to Professor Zeng. I'm sorry."
The phone hangs up.
Standing in front of the window of Lao Lin's office, Lin Zhaoxi's eyes fell on the cardboard box under the desk, and she felt enveloped by a huge emptiness.
Everything around is faded, no matter how bright the sun is, there is no hope in sight.
Before hearing the last sentence, she still had some thoughts. Could it be that the person who wrote the letter wasn't Lao Lin? Lao Lin just reported Professor Zeng's academic misconduct, and she still has the opportunity to do something for Lao Lin
But until Pei Zhi said, "Because of physical reasons, I was unable to continue the research", she probably understood that there would be no one else, and she might not have a chance.
On the desk is still the primary school math Olympiad problem that Lao Lin has worked hard to complete. His self-evaluation cannot be more clear-the long-term memory is not damaged, and the formula is still very clear, but it is difficult to use.
In fact, Lao Lin has always been very sober. He thought about fighting, so he wrote to the editorial department. But after realizing that the thesis was wrong and he had no way to continue, he chose the best way to deal with it.
Because of the illness, he had to deal with the problem as soon as possible, so Lao Wang said that "Professor Zeng unequivocally opposed Professor Feng's thesis".
Because of his illness, he even packed up the manuscripts and sent them away after leaving the company. Then he resigned from the company and happily went to the noodle shop with her to eat noodles.
All he cared about was the effect his mistakes might have on others. But obviously, when you realize that you have made a mistake, it is also a time for new inspiration and self-breakthrough.
But because of disease.
Lin Zhaoxi couldn't help squatting down beside the desk, she felt that she should burst into tears, but she didn't cry.
It turned out that when I was very regretful, it was really like what was written in the novel, something would dig a huge hole in the body, as if there was wind passing through, but nothing could be caught.
Lao Lin has already seen clearly that fate is the cruelest mountain that no one can overcome.
In front of this mountain, everyone is equal, and everything is a big deal.
In front of him was the cardboard box that Lao Lin had packed. Lin Zhaoxi almost unconsciously took out the contents one by one, wanting to see if there were drafts related to graph isomorphism or npc problems.
If it was a few months ago, she probably couldn't understand these contents at all, but now she can roughly understand them.
After flipping through the draft papers, she realized that this was indeed related to graph isomorphism.
She roughly understood the annotations made by Lao Lin on the side of the manuscript paper. Knowing where the mistakes in the demonstration process are, where to choose a new line, and some possible explorations, Lao Lin has written clearly.
The sunlight completely enveloped her, and those drafts, new or old, were shining brightly.
She was probably still very proud.
For so many years, her father has been doing a job that she really likes, silently and entertaining himself, but he is still very focused and serious.
But it was precisely because she realized this very deeply that Lin Zhaoxi found it even more difficult to accept.
So many years of silent dedication, but in the end lost to an irresistible fate. There will be no such word as Lin Zhaosheng in the history of mathematics. He will truly disappear in the dust. No one remembers him except her.
Does the result really not matter
After flipping through the last manuscript, Lin Zhaoxi took a deep breath.
At the bottom of the carton are a few books that Lao Lin took away.
One "Introduction to Calculus and Mathematical Analysis", one "approximation algorithms for np-hard problems" and one "Primary Olympiad Daily Practice".
Those books were very old, she flipped through them one by one, and the blank spaces were marked by Lao Lin. After so many years, Lao Lin's habits have never changed.
In the end, Lin Zhaoxi picked up the "Primary School Olympiad Practice Every Day". On the cover were childish colorful illustrations, and the words "Lin Zhaoxi" were written crookedly.
Lin Zhaoxi was stunned for a while before realizing that it was the textbook that Lao Lin used to teach her Mathematics Olympiad when she was in elementary school.
After opening it, there were indeed a lot of her childish handwriting inside. Lao Lin never corrects right or wrong, but occasionally writes some interesting things after she finishes the questions.
Sometimes it is a "turtle", and sometimes it draws a few ducks. Lin Zhaoxi can no longer remember the specific situation when Lao Lin wrote these things, but she is sure that this is what happened in the real world.
Because in the distant parallel space, she has never done such a problem, let alone such a memory.
It was also at that moment that Lin Zhaoxi had a clear feeling that she existed in two different worlds.
At that moment, a strange idea suddenly floated into her mind for no reason, as if it had just touched the water, but it was deeply imprinted.
She couldn't help but glance at the snowflake-like manuscript paper again. This is the content that Lao Lin has made a breakthrough but is unable to continue in this world.
So what about in that world
In that world where there may be no Alzheimer, although Lao Lin and her were separated once, but they are probably living a good life now
Although it is like a fantasy, can she bring the unfinished work of Lao Lin in this world to Lao Lin who still has spare capacity in that world
Paper materials obviously cannot go to parallel time and space, she must understand and remember all the content as much as possible, and then take it away.
Since June 30th was circled by Lao Lin with a red pen, so what if it is proven wrong now, even if academic misconduct is meaningless
The cut-off point is the cut-off point, isn’t it over today
The result is not important, the result is very important!
At this moment, Lin Zhaoxi knew her goal very clearly, it was very clear.
Whether it succeeds or not, she wants to try.
After that, Lin Zhaoxi calmed down quickly. The first thing she did was get up and lock the door of Lao Lin's office.
She sat down at Lao Lin's desk again, opened the mailbox, and downloaded the thesis materials she packed in the Yongchuan University library at noon today.
There is a printer in the office, and the paper printing process went very smoothly.
She picked up the pen and paper and the printed paper, sat on the sofa chair that Lao Lin used to sit on, and carefully read the first line of the abstract.
This paper has been semi-officially published by Professor Feng, and has a complete discussion process and proof ideas. The first thing she needs to do is to understand Professor Feng's false proof, and there is no better textbook than this paper.
The heat of the tea soup was far away, and Lin Zhaoxi was extremely focused. However, the thesis was written in English, so even if she had excellent English skills, there was still a lot of content that she couldn't understand. So she looked up after reading it carefully for the first time, and an hour had passed
There were a lot of content that she circled with a red pen on the paper, densely packed, she calmed down and read it a second time.
Time passed by, and Manager Zhang knocked on the door.
Lin Zhaoxi yelled, "Don't go, lend me an afternoon", and the middle-aged man was sent away.
For the third time, she put down the thesis, walked to Lao Lin's packed cardboard box, laid out all the drafts,
Snow-white manuscript paper was spread all over the floor, and she knelt down on the ground, sorting it out in a logical order.
All the content was divided into three piles. Starting from the early proof, she opened the first sheet of the draft paper that Lao Lin had sorted out.
Generally speaking, the number of drafts is huge, and her own mathematical ability is not enough to fully understand Lao Lin's thinking, so it is very difficult to read.
She really wished that she was Pei Zhi, so that she could clearly copy all the content in her mind at a glance.
But obviously, she is not Pei Zhi.
She could only jot down as much as she could while trying to understand. If you really can't understand, you can only recite it by force.
Under time pressure, she has never had such a painful memory process. Facing the process that is completely unfamiliar to her, she can only write down each symbol bit by bit, then put down the paper, restore it in her mind, and then take a look.
so on and on
She hated herself for not learning a little more before, so maybe she could speed things up.
But at the same time, she is also sincerely grateful.
Fortunately, she has chosen to embark on a completely different life path. She has studied hard and never slack off, so that she still has the courage and ability to continue when faced with the vast manuscripts in front of her.
Gradually slanting westward, her cell phone flickered repeatedly during the process.
Class monitor - relying on you really completely absent from the graduation ceremony, when will you come to get your graduation certificate.
Lu Zhihao—Why haven't you come yet? Did you tell Pei Zhi to go directly to the airport
Hanamaki—Even I have arrived at the airport, but you haven’t come yet. Is the cafe bigger than me
Looking up again, the sky is a large piece of brilliant sunset glow, as gorgeous as fire.
At this moment, the darkened screen jumped back to light again.
Pei Zhi—Is the matter resolved
Looking at the name on the phone, Lin Zhaoxi was stunned for a moment, and then realized that she might not be able to make it to the airport.
All the confession process she had thought about had become meaningless, the sky was not clear today, and it turned out that the goodbye outside the corridor of the auditorium that day was not a parting.
In the long life between them, perhaps from this moment on, they will never meet again.
Lin Zhaoxi put down the last page of manuscript and stood up.
The setting sun outside the window was as red as blood, and all the scenery in the city was dyed with a magnificent orange-red halo.
She walked to the window, dialed Lao Lin, pressed the hands-free button, and put the phone on the windowsill.
She took a deep breath, picked up the pen, and wrote an "e" on the "Elementary Math Olympiad Daily Practice" with her name written on it.
The phone connects.
"Comrade Lin, I have a question." Lin Zhaoxi freed her other hand and opened the window bolt, "During this long and beautiful life, have you found what you really want to do, and there has never been a single moment when Do you regret your choice?"
— "=mc"
The setting sun outside the window was like fire, and there was a new message from Lu Zhihao on the phone.
Lu Zhihao—we've arrived at the airport, when will you come, and Pei Zhi...
The window was opened, and the summer wind poured in, blowing manuscript paper all over the floor.
"Of course." Lao Lin said.
— "^2."