"Damn! I missed such a good opportunity! I can't believe it! I'm a big idiot!" Even after getting into the car and leaving Princeton, Angela was still chattering, waving her fists in annoyance, and turning her head from time to time Looking at the school that has gone away with unwillingness, it seems that I really want to go back in the next second and turn the whole school upside down.
She couldn't catch up with the strange man. When she ran over, the man had disappeared without a trace. When I asked the people around, most of them shook their heads and said they didn't know. After all, he had been wandering around the school for too long. Many people are accustomed to this - of course, they still respect him - not to mention that Angela is not a student of Princeton, and even the school administrator may not be able to enter and exit any building, so after several unsuccessful searches, the girl had to leave sullenly. .
"The chance of this is probably even smaller than a meteor shower. I'm still very rude to say sorry..." Angela was still nagging, and Natalie couldn't help rolling her eyes: "Shut up, Angie!"
The girl shuddered and looked at her inexplicably: "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Natalie covered her forehead and glared at her angrily, "Do you know what you looked like just now? A fanatic fan who forgets everything when he sees his idol! Don't tell me, you really are It's that genius girl!"
"But that's John Nash!" Angela protested, "Don't tell me, if you like mathematics, you don't know who the founder of Game Theory is. You must know that just the year before, he won the Bomb Prize in Economics! "
"Bomb... Bomb Award?" Natalie blinked, showing a blank look.
"No matter what Nobel's original intention is, it is an indisputable fact that the emergence of picric acid greatly enhances the efficiency of killing." Angela pouted, "This is not something that can be ignored by setting up a few awards."
Natalie suddenly felt ridiculous, her leaping thinking was unparalleled: "Listen, Angie, I know who John Nash is, and I respect this... genius, but I still think you..."
"How much do you know about him?" Angela interrupted her suddenly. "How much do you know about him, Nat?"
"Genius, a master of game theory, Nash equilibrium, severe schizophrenia, the Nobel Prize in Economics in 1994..." After Natalie tapped her nose with her index finger, she honestly admitted: "Just These are not many."
"Compared to many people, it's already very good. You must know that after the Bomb Award the previous year, many people were surprised to find that Nash was still alive!" Angela said and shook her head, "He proposed Nash equilibrium when he was 20 years old. , but it took half a century to get the honor that should have belonged to him, and I have to say that it is a kind of sadness!"
"Perhaps genius is always insane, like Van Gogh, Nietzsche, and Nash. From the age of thirty, he began to have unrealistic fantasies, always thinking that every Letters have their meanings, only he can read them, and he believes that any event in the world can be expressed by the same mathematical formula, and finally he had to be sent to a psychiatric hospital.
However, fortunately than Van Gogh and Nietzsche, he has many friends and a good wife who did not give up on him even after divorce! Even in the most difficult times, his wife cared for him with a meager salary and relief from relatives and friends, and asked his friends to place him in Princeton. As a result, people often see a silent, thin, strange man wandering around the campus of Princeton, occasionally writing mathematical formulas on the blackboard, which is the origin of the 'Princeton's Ghost'!
Until one day, God finally set his sights on this unfortunate man, he miraculously woke up and slowly began to recover, as if to celebrate, he won the bomb in 1994, oh, the Nobel Prize in Economics ! "
If it weren't for this last sentence, Angela's eloquent narration would definitely make people feel emotional, but now it only got Natalie laughing, but the girl still said cheekily and calmly: "So, you want to You know, it's almost impossible to get hit from the back by him in Princeton like today!"
"Okay, okay, I see." Natalie raised her hand. "You said so much, don't you want to adapt Mr. Nash's experience into a movie script?"
Following her, she muttered again: "I thought you were really interested in mathematics, and that's how you learned about it."
Angela pretended not to hear, and just replied: "There is indeed such a plan, but not now. In fact, I only know a little about Mr. Nash's affairs. If I really want to do that, I have to spend time collecting information."
She was right, her main understanding of Nash was basically limited to the biographical film "A Beautiful Mind", and some information she collected on the Internet after that. Until now, she has forgotten many things. But about the movie, there are still two shots that she can't forget.
One of them is when Nash's wife finally couldn't bear it anymore and ran out of the house with the child to leave, Russell Crowe's Nash rushed into the heavy rain to block in front of the car, and looked at his wife in the car tremblingly and calmly. Said in one sentence: "That child... never grew up... they... don't exist!"
The other is at the last moment. In the Princeton lounge, after the Nash Lynx Nobel Prize in Economics spread, the surrounding professors came over and put their pens on the coffee table in front of him, and then the surrounding sounded. applause.
This is the charm of a movie. Even if there are many bugs in a commendable movie, there are always moving and memorable clips that will never be forgotten even after many years!
In fact, I was mostly curious about chasing after him at the time. Just think about the difference between the real Nash and the Nash played by Russell. Don't expect a guy who hates science to chase and worship Nash because of mathematics. Angela thought so, in fact, although Nat likes math, she doesn't necessarily like science as well, otherwise how could she choose Harvard instead of Princeton.
Well, it's too far, but I have to say that luck is still pretty good, the general plan has been made, and I have been choosing suitable movies. I believe that "A Beautiful Mind" is definitely qualified to be one of the choices. The girl squeezed her hands lightly. At this time, she had completely calmed down. The "Beautiful Mind" in her memory seemed to be released in 2001, so she still had time, and the script should be adapted from John Nash's biography. Getting the right to adapt may also allow you to have more time, in short, take your time!
Although the news about her in New York was already known to the media, it was rare—including tabloid reporters—that she didn’t bother her outside her villa on Long Island, no matter how long she was in the report, when she mentioned her current address. It was just a vague statement that Angela currently lives at her home in Long Island, and she didn't even mention her grandfather's name.
Although no one has said the reason, the girl has guessed a little bit, so she is very proactive and often goes shopping with friends or alone in Manhattan without makeup. Whether reporters take photos or ask fans to sign autographs, everyone will come. It seems to be very cooperative, so this period of time is basically full of dullness, until—
"Accompany you to the reception?" Angela blinked at the grandfather in front of her, while the old man smiled and nodded slowly.
"Of course it's fine!" The girl smiled and answered very cheerfully, as if she hadn't thought about it, and Brian, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, coughed lightly at this time.
"Don't answer me in such a hurry, dear," the old man glanced at Angela's godfather, still keeping his smile, "I know you don't like to attend receptions, so you can think about it first."
"Does this need to be considered?" The girl was a little puzzled, and Brian's light cough came again.
But Angela ignored it at all, and waved her hand immediately: "Since it's your request, how could I refuse!"
"Don't be so impatient, Chris," Grandpa shook his head amusedly, "think about it carefully and then tell me the answer."
At the same time, it was Brian's third light cough. The girl couldn't help rolling her eyes and looking at him with her hands on her hips: "Okay, my dear godfather, can't you just say something directly?"
Brian smiled wryly, and he glanced at the old man, intentionally or unintentionally. Grandpa immediately stood up: "That's it, give me the answer at night."
After Grandpa went upstairs, Angela looked at her godfather again: "Can we talk now?"
"You little guy." Brian shook his head and sighed.
"Hey, I'm almost as tall as you, but I'm no longer a little guy." The girl shook her fist in dissatisfaction.
"Okay, so want me to call you big guy?" Brian asked with a smile, seeing Angela's face darkening before returning to the wry smile just now: "As Jedi said, dear, You really aren't suitable for certain things."
"What's the matter?" The girl was puzzled and sat down beside the godfather. "Can't you say it happily?"
After Brian touched her head lightly, he still had some questions: "Chris, you are different from everyone, whether it's me, Jedi, Mary or your aunt and uncle, you are so outstanding, You have your own world and your own pursuits, and you are uncompromising and unshakable. Some things are really not suitable for you. This is also your father's view..."
Speaking of this, he suddenly changed the conversation: "You know, there will be a lot of people at the reception tomorrow. In addition to our family, there are also the Mayer family, the Francis family, etc. There are not many receptions that so many important families participate in!"
Angela was a little inexplicable at first, but she understood it immediately, a strange look appeared on her face, and Brian turned his head and coughed again, spreading his hands: "If you refuse, believe Klay Mr. Sturt won't blame you either."
The girl bit her lip for a while without saying a word. From her uncertain look, she could see that the inner conflict was still quite fierce, but in the end she sighed: "I will not refuse."
After the surprised look from her godfather, she shrugged: "It's just a reception, and it's Grandpa's request."
What to say to you, dear Chris, that's not the point. Brian shook his head with a wry smile, and wanted to continue to say something, but Angela had already jumped and ran out.
Forget it, just pretend it never happened, Jedi, it's not that I don't want to tell you, I just don't want to be the culprit of your family turmoil!