Molina did not come in together, but stood at the door.
"So this painting is almost two hundred years old."
Perhaps the descendants of scholars have an educational advantage over their peers, and are more likely to be influenced by their parents in their choice of major, but there is no guarantee that they will become scientists.
Although it is still a little less interesting than myself, it is already very good.
"Thanks, maybe you're right."
After a pause, Lu Zhou continued.
The grandfather and granddaughter seemed to be having a big conflict. When Lu Zhou entered the house, he could clearly feel that the old man was a little embarrassed to face her.
"So this painting is almost two hundred years old."
Thinking of the resistance on Molina's face when she faced the old man at the door just now, Lu Zhou was silent for a while and then suddenly spoke.
"Just a little advice."
For Molina, knowing the truth of the matter is not a bad thing.
Lu Zhou wasn't quite sure about the conflict between the two, and he didn't really want to get involved in other people's family affairs. After explaining his purpose, he quietly followed the old man's footsteps to the oil painting on the wall at the top of the stairs. .
Sure enough, most of the so-called descendants of Professor Abel were self-proclaimed by this old man. In his impression, the genius who only lived for more than 20 years only had one fiancée. Ignoring the illegitimate child, the possibility of him leaving descendants was almost negligible.
He shook his head, his tone full of remorse, and muttered, "I can't help it... Who would have thought that her father would take her seriously? By the time I realized it, things had become like this."
"I think the reason why she is angry and so emotional is not because she is not a descendant of Professor Abel, but because the person closest to her actually deceived her... and deceived her for nearly thirty years."
Just the accumulation of time can't actually explain anything. Whether it is worth money or not depends on the artist's fame, who painted it, and the historical background of the work.
After a long, long time, he finally spoke.
"That's all."
The man in the painting has dark golden curly hair and bracketed bangs that are still very popular today. His young facial features reveal a calmness and peace that belies his age... and a little handsome.
"...Although I am not in the position of an outsider to say this, I suggest that it is better for you to apologize candidly to her."
"Aside from this oil painting and those notes, is this all Professor Abel's relics?"
"Where did you get these?"
Maybe
The old man nodded.
Understanding what Lu Zhou wanted to say, a trace of despair flashed in the old man's eyes.
Although it is difficult for her to reach the level of first-tier scholars with her talent, she is already considered the best among second-tier scholars. If you calm down and study with concentration, you may have a chance to touch the edge of the Fields Medal before you are forty years old.
Although it is still a little less interesting than myself, it is already very good.
Hearing this question, a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on the old man's face, and he looked away.
"That's all."
Lu Zhou nodded thoughtfully. After thinking for a while, Lu Zhou suddenly spoke.
"I know, it seems you've seen it, it's a very lame lie, right?"
But other than that, there didn't seem to be any clues about what Lu Zhou was expecting. It was just a simple portrait.
For Molina, knowing the truth of the matter is not a bad thing.
Hearing this question, a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on the old man's face, and he looked away.
"This painting was created in 1835... It is said that it was created by a well-known Norwegian painter at the time based on the oral description of his relatives." Standing behind Lu Zhou, the old man said.
In fact, this relative was actually Professor Abel's fiancée, but after hesitating for a while, he finally chose to hide this.
For Molina, knowing the truth of the matter is not a bad thing.
In fact, this relative was actually Professor Abel's fiancée, but after hesitating for a while, he finally chose to hide this.
"That guy passed away a few years ago. I'm afraid I can't help you. If you are interested in Professor Abel's relics, those notes are all. Although I didn't expect that my granddaughter would give them all away. To you, but... Anyway, I hope you can keep them properly."
People who can completely ignore the factor of luck and do this are rare in any era.
Bloodline is meaningless to science, just like most genius ideas are born by chance. There is historical inevitability for a great scholar to be born in this world, but if it is specific to individuals in civilization, it is more An accident.
Thinking of the resistance on Molina's face when she faced the old man at the door just now, Lu Zhou was silent for a while and then suddenly spoke.
Seeing the regretful expression on the old man's face, Lu Zhou sighed and said softly.
Molina did not come in together, but stood at the door.
Lu Zhou looked away from the oil painting, looked at the old man, and asked curiously.
Seeing the regretful expression on the old man's face, Lu Zhou sighed and said softly.
But other than that, there didn't seem to be any clues about what Lu Zhou was expecting. It was just a simple portrait.
"This painting was created in 1835... It is said that it was created by a well-known Norwegian painter at the time based on the oral description of his relatives." Standing behind Lu Zhou, the old man said.
At least, you can get your mentality right.
"So this painting is almost two hundred years old."
"It is said that Professor Abel never married. Are you his... collateral blood relative?"
"Aside from this oil painting and those notes, is this all Professor Abel's relics?"
After a long, long time, he finally spoke.
At least, you can get your mentality right.
"Can you still get in touch with him? I mean, can you introduce him to me?"
People who can completely ignore the factor of luck and do this are rare in any era.
He shook his head, his tone full of remorse, and muttered, "I can't help it... Who would have thought that her father would take her seriously? By the time I realized it, things had become like this."
"That's right. This is probably the most valuable thing in this room... although it's actually not that much."
"… Maybe."
Looking at the hesitating old man, Lu Zhou was slightly stunned. He vaguely guessed something, so he changed the topic that might cause embarrassment.
Catching the flash of shame in the old man's eyes, Lu Zhou confirmed his suspicion.
"Aside from this oil painting and those notes, is this all Professor Abel's relics?"
Lu Zhou immediately asked.
The old man can no longer remember how much he spent on it. But thinking about it, even my own salary is enough to afford it, so it shouldn't be anything particularly expensive.
It is impossible to stick to this path for more than 20 years simply by relying on the sense of mission imposed on oneself.
Just the accumulation of time can't actually explain anything. Whether it is worth money or not depends on the artist's fame, who painted it, and the historical background of the work.
Just the accumulation of time can't actually explain anything. Whether it is worth money or not depends on the artist's fame, who painted it, and the historical background of the work.
"That's all."
After all, not everyone is interested in the portrait of a mathematician, let alone a "short-lived" genius. If he didn't have a special hobby, people who could afford a big price would most likely not buy it for collection. Perhaps the museum would be willing to buy the painting, but it would be difficult to offer a high price.
"I know, it seems you've seen it, it's a very lame lie, right?"
Bloodline is meaningless to science, just like most genius ideas are born by chance. There is historical inevitability for a great scholar to be born in this world, but if it is specific to individuals in civilization, it is more An accident.
After all, the transformation from a second-tier scholar to a first-tier scholar requires more than just hard work.
Although it is difficult for her to reach the level of first-tier scholars with her talent, she is already considered the best among second-tier scholars. If you calm down and study with concentration, you may have a chance to touch the edge of the Fields Medal before you are forty years old.
But other than that, there didn't seem to be any clues about what Lu Zhou was expecting. It was just a simple portrait.
Just the accumulation of time can't actually explain anything. Whether it is worth money or not depends on the artist's fame, who painted it, and the historical background of the work.
Although it is difficult for her to reach the level of first-tier scholars with her talent, she is already considered the best among second-tier scholars. If you calm down and study with concentration, you may have a chance to touch the edge of the Fields Medal before you are forty years old.
The old man shook his head with a painful expression and said: "She will not forgive me, and I will not forgive myself..."
"Last night, your granddaughter was very emotional... Ah, I didn't mean that."
"As for the expectations she imposed on herself, it's better to be gone."
Perhaps the descendants of scholars have an educational advantage over their peers, and are more likely to be influenced by their parents in their choice of major, but there is no guarantee that they will become scientists.
Although it is difficult for her to reach the level of first-tier scholars with her talent, she is already considered the best among second-tier scholars. If you calm down and study with concentration, you may have a chance to touch the edge of the Fields Medal before you are forty years old.
Lu Zhou immediately asked.
"Speaking of which, I've been having a problem."
"Aside from this oil painting and those notes, is this all Professor Abel's relics?"
Looking at the hesitating old man, Lu Zhou was slightly stunned. He vaguely guessed something, so he changed the topic that might cause embarrassment.
The so-called self-blame is just because I think my lies have affected my granddaughter's life. But at least in the eyes of an outsider like Lu Zhou, things were not what the old man thought.
"what is the problem?"
"what is the problem?"
Although it is still a little less interesting than myself, it is already very good.
He shook his head, his tone full of remorse, and muttered, "I can't help it... Who would have thought that her father would take her seriously? By the time I realized it, things had become like this."
"Where did you get these?"
The old man nodded.
Maybe
Seeing the regretful expression on the old man's face, Lu Zhou sighed and said softly.
"...Although I am not in the position of an outsider to say this, I suggest that it is better for you to apologize candidly to her."
"Last night, your granddaughter was very emotional... Ah, I didn't mean that."
Looking at the hesitating old man, Lu Zhou was slightly stunned. He vaguely guessed something, so he changed the topic that might cause embarrassment.
After all, not everyone is interested in the portrait of a mathematician, let alone a "short-lived" genius. If he didn't have a special hobby, people who could afford a big price would most likely not buy it for collection. Perhaps the museum would be willing to buy the painting, but it would be difficult to offer a high price.
The old man can no longer remember how much he spent on it. But thinking about it, even my own salary is enough to afford it, so it shouldn't be anything particularly expensive.
"That's right. This is probably the most valuable thing in this room... although it's actually not that much."
"That's all."
"As for the expectations she imposed on herself, it's better to be gone."
After listening to Lu Zhou's words, the old man was silent for a while.
"I think the reason why she is angry and so emotional is not because she is not a descendant of Professor Abel, but because the person closest to her actually deceived her... and deceived her for nearly thirty years."
"what is the problem?"
It is impossible to stick to this path for more than 20 years simply by relying on the sense of mission imposed on oneself.
The old man nodded.
In addition to hard work, this also requires a little bit of luck.
Understanding what Lu Zhou wanted to say, a trace of despair flashed in the old man's eyes.
Lu Zhou nodded thoughtfully. After thinking for a while, Lu Zhou suddenly spoke.
The grandfather and granddaughter seemed to be having a big conflict. When Lu Zhou entered the house, he could clearly feel that the old man was a little embarrassed to face her.
Thinking of the resistance on Molina's face when she faced the old man at the door just now, Lu Zhou was silent for a while and then suddenly spoke.
Catching the flash of shame in the old man's eyes, Lu Zhou confirmed his suspicion.
"Speaking of which, I've been having a problem."
Of course, whether it can be touched or not is another matter.
Bloodline is meaningless to science, just like most genius ideas are born by chance. There is historical inevitability for a great scholar to be born in this world, but if it is specific to individuals in civilization, it is more An accident.
"I think the reason why she is angry and so emotional is not because she is not a descendant of Professor Abel, but because the person closest to her actually deceived her... and deceived her for nearly thirty years."
Hearing this question, a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on the old man's face, and he looked away.
"what is the problem?"
In fact, this relative was actually Professor Abel's fiancée, but after hesitating for a while, he finally chose to hide this.
"Thanks, maybe you're right."
Molina did not come in together, but stood at the door.
The old man shook his head and said.
Catching the flash of shame in the old man's eyes, Lu Zhou confirmed his suspicion.
In fact, this relative was actually Professor Abel's fiancée, but after hesitating for a while, he finally chose to hide this.
"… Maybe."
The man in the painting has dark golden curly hair and bracketed bangs that are still very popular today. His young facial features reveal a calmness and peace that belies his age... and a little handsome.
"It is said that Professor Abel never married. Are you his... collateral blood relative?"
Perhaps the descendants of scholars have an educational advantage over their peers, and are more likely to be influenced by their parents in their choice of major, but there is no guarantee that they will become scientists.
In addition to hard work, this also requires a little bit of luck.
Hearing this question, a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on the old man's face, and he looked away.
Of course, whether it can be touched or not is another matter.
"Last night, your granddaughter was very emotional... Ah, I didn't mean that."
After all, not everyone is interested in the portrait of a mathematician, let alone a "short-lived" genius. If he didn't have a special hobby, people who could afford a big price would most likely not buy it for collection. Perhaps the museum would be willing to buy the painting, but it would be difficult to offer a high price.
Lu Zhou immediately asked.
Sure enough, most of the so-called descendants of Professor Abel were self-proclaimed by this old man. In his impression, the genius who only lived for more than 20 years only had one fiancée. Ignoring the illegitimate child, the possibility of him leaving descendants was almost negligible.
"Where did you get these?"
"… Maybe."
"It's up to her to decide whether she forgives you. As for the latter..." Lu Zhou paused and continued, "Actually, you don't have to blame yourself too much. I can see that her enthusiasm for mathematics is because she really likes it. , although qualifications are something you are born with and there is no way around it, but I don’t think she has embarked on a ‘wrong’ path.”
The old man nodded.
"Last night, your granddaughter was very emotional... Ah, I didn't mean that."
"Just a little advice."
Lu Zhou looked away from the oil painting, looked at the old man, and asked curiously.
Lu Zhou looked away from the oil painting, looked at the old man, and asked curiously.
Maybe
Maybe
Lu Zhou wasn't quite sure about the conflict between the two, and he didn't really want to get involved in other people's family affairs. After explaining his purpose, he quietly followed the old man's footsteps to the oil painting on the wall at the top of the stairs. .
Just the accumulation of time can't actually explain anything. Whether it is worth money or not depends on the artist's fame, who painted it, and the historical background of the work.
He shook his head, his tone full of remorse, and muttered, "I can't help it... Who would have thought that her father would take her seriously? By the time I realized it, things had become like this."
For Molina, knowing the truth of the matter is not a bad thing.
"So this painting is almost two hundred years old."
In fact, this relative was actually Professor Abel's fiancée, but after hesitating for a while, he finally chose to hide this.
Looking at the hesitating old man, Lu Zhou was slightly stunned. He vaguely guessed something, so he changed the topic that might cause embarrassment.
Hearing this question, a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on the old man's face, and he looked away.
Of course, whether it can be touched or not is another matter.
Of course, whether it can be touched or not is another matter.
"This painting was created in 1835... It is said that it was created by a well-known Norwegian painter at the time based on the oral description of his relatives." Standing behind Lu Zhou, the old man said.
People who can completely ignore the factor of luck and do this are rare in any era.
The man in the painting has dark golden curly hair and bracketed bangs that are still very popular today. His young facial features reveal a calmness and peace that belies his age... and a little handsome.
The man in the painting has dark golden curly hair and bracketed bangs that are still very popular today. His young facial features reveal a calmness and peace that belies his age... and a little handsome.
"Can you still get in touch with him? I mean, can you introduce him to me?"
"Where did you get these?"
It is impossible to stick to this path for more than 20 years simply by relying on the sense of mission imposed on oneself.
"...Although I am not in the position of an outsider to say this, I suggest that it is better for you to apologize candidly to her."
"That guy passed away a few years ago. I'm afraid I can't help you. If you are interested in Professor Abel's relics, those notes are all. Although I didn't expect that my granddaughter would give them all away. To you, but... Anyway, I hope you can keep them properly."
"From the hands of a collector."
"Last night, your granddaughter was very emotional... Ah, I didn't mean that."
"From the hands of a collector."
The old man nodded.
Sure enough, most of the so-called descendants of Professor Abel were self-proclaimed by this old man. In his impression, the genius who only lived for more than 20 years only had one fiancée. Ignoring the illegitimate child, the possibility of him leaving descendants was almost negligible.
Lu Zhou immediately asked.
In fact, this relative was actually Professor Abel's fiancée, but after hesitating for a while, he finally chose to hide this.
"Aside from this oil painting and those notes, is this all Professor Abel's relics?"
Thinking of the resistance on Molina's face when she faced the old man at the door just now, Lu Zhou was silent for a while and then suddenly spoke.
Lu Zhou nodded thoughtfully. After thinking for a while, Lu Zhou suddenly spoke.
"Thanks, maybe you're right."
Hearing this question, a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on the old man's face, and he looked away.
Hearing this question, a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on the old man's face, and he looked away.
Bloodline is meaningless to science, just like most genius ideas are born by chance. There is historical inevitability for a great scholar to be born in this world, but if it is specific to individuals in civilization, it is more An accident.
"Can you still get in touch with him? I mean, can you introduce him to me?"
"That's all."
People who can completely ignore the factor of luck and do this are rare in any era.
The old man shook his head and said.
For Molina, knowing the truth of the matter is not a bad thing.
"This painting was created in 1835... It is said that it was created by a well-known Norwegian painter at the time based on the oral description of his relatives." Standing behind Lu Zhou, the old man said.
"Just a little advice."
"Just a little advice."
"That guy passed away a few years ago. I'm afraid I can't help you. If you are interested in Professor Abel's relics, those notes are all. Although I didn't expect that my granddaughter would give them all away. To you, but... Anyway, I hope you can keep them properly."
The reason why Molina's mood was so unstable last night was probably because she knew about this matter.
After listening to Lu Zhou's words, the old man was silent for a while.
"From the hands of a collector."
Catching the flash of shame in the old man's eyes, Lu Zhou confirmed his suspicion.
"This painting was created in 1835... It is said that it was created by a well-known Norwegian painter at the time based on the oral description of his relatives." Standing behind Lu Zhou, the old man said.
Looking at the hesitating old man, Lu Zhou was slightly stunned. He vaguely guessed something, so he changed the topic that might cause embarrassment.
After a long, long time, he finally spoke.
Maybe
Sure enough, most of the so-called descendants of Professor Abel were self-proclaimed by this old man. In his impression, the genius who only lived for more than 20 years only had one fiancée. Ignoring the illegitimate child, the possibility of him leaving descendants was almost negligible.
Looking at the expression on his face, Lu Zhou, who was sincerely happy for him, nodded slightly.
The grandfather and granddaughter seemed to be having a big conflict. When Lu Zhou entered the house, he could clearly feel that the old man was a little embarrassed to face her.
"That's all."
Sure enough, most of the so-called descendants of Professor Abel were self-proclaimed by this old man. In his impression, the genius who only lived for more than 20 years only had one fiancée. Ignoring the illegitimate child, the possibility of him leaving descendants was almost negligible.
Perhaps the descendants of scholars have an educational advantage over their peers, and are more likely to be influenced by their parents in their choice of major, but there is no guarantee that they will become scientists.
"Where did you get these?"
The reason why Molina's mood was so unstable last night was probably because she knew about this matter.
Understanding what Lu Zhou wanted to say, a trace of despair flashed in the old man's eyes.
But other than that, there didn't seem to be any clues about what Lu Zhou was expecting. It was just a simple portrait.
"what is the problem?"
"Where did you get these?"
Thinking of the resistance on Molina's face when she faced the old man at the door just now, Lu Zhou was silent for a while and then suddenly spoke.
Although it is difficult for her to reach the level of first-tier scholars with her talent, she is already considered the best among second-tier scholars. If you calm down and study with concentration, you may have a chance to touch the edge of the Fields Medal before you are forty years old.
Lu Zhou looked away from the oil painting, looked at the old man, and asked curiously.
"Just a little advice."
Although it is difficult for her to reach the level of first-tier scholars with her talent, she is already considered the best among second-tier scholars. If you calm down and study with concentration, you may have a chance to touch the edge of the Fields Medal before you are forty years old.
"So this painting is almost two hundred years old."
Looking at the hesitating old man, Lu Zhou was slightly stunned. He vaguely guessed something, so he changed the topic that might cause embarrassment.
"Last night, your granddaughter was very emotional... Ah, I didn't mean that."
The reason why Molina's mood was so unstable last night was probably because she knew about this matter.
The grandfather and granddaughter seemed to be having a big conflict. When Lu Zhou entered the house, he could clearly feel that the old man was a little embarrassed to face her.
The man in the painting has dark golden curly hair and bracketed bangs that are still very popular today. His young facial features reveal a calmness and peace that belies his age... and a little handsome.
Maybe
Sure enough, most of the so-called descendants of Professor Abel were self-proclaimed by this old man. In his impression, the genius who only lived for more than 20 years only had one fiancée. Ignoring the illegitimate child, the possibility of him leaving descendants was almost negligible.
"I know, it seems you've seen it, it's a very lame lie, right?"
Although it is difficult for her to reach the level of first-tier scholars with her talent, she is already considered the best among second-tier scholars. If you calm down and study with concentration, you may have a chance to touch the edge of the Fields Medal before you are forty years old.
Lu Zhou wasn't quite sure about the conflict between the two, and he didn't really want to get involved in other people's family affairs. After explaining his purpose, he quietly followed the old man's footsteps to the oil painting on the wall at the top of the stairs. .
Looking at the hesitating old man, Lu Zhou was slightly stunned. He vaguely guessed something, so he changed the topic that might cause embarrassment.
"So this painting is almost two hundred years old."
"...Although I am not in the position of an outsider to say this, I suggest that it is better for you to apologize candidly to her."
"That's all."
Bloodline is meaningless to science, just like most genius ideas are born by chance. There is historical inevitability for a great scholar to be born in this world, but if it is specific to individuals in civilization, it is more An accident.
Understanding what Lu Zhou wanted to say, a trace of despair flashed in the old man's eyes.
Lu Zhou looked away from the oil painting, looked at the old man, and asked curiously.
"This painting was created in 1835... It is said that it was created by a well-known Norwegian painter at the time based on the oral description of his relatives." Standing behind Lu Zhou, the old man said.
Lu Zhou immediately asked.
He shook his head, his tone full of remorse, and muttered, "I can't help it... Who would have thought that her father would take her seriously? By the time I realized it, things had become like this."
In addition to hard work, this also requires a little bit of luck.
The old man nodded.
The old man shook his head and said.
"Where did you get these?"
"I think the reason why she is angry and so emotional is not because she is not a descendant of Professor Abel, but because the person closest to her actually deceived her... and deceived her for nearly thirty years."
Seeing the regretful expression on the old man's face, Lu Zhou sighed and said softly.
People who can completely ignore the factor of luck and do this are rare in any era.
"… Maybe."
Thinking of the resistance on Molina's face when she faced the old man at the door just now, Lu Zhou was silent for a while and then suddenly spoke.
Maybe
In addition to hard work, this also requires a little bit of luck.
Catching the flash of shame in the old man's eyes, Lu Zhou confirmed his suspicion.
"I think the reason why she is angry and so emotional is not because she is not a descendant of Professor Abel, but because the person closest to her actually deceived her... and deceived her for nearly thirty years."
Perhaps the descendants of scholars have an educational advantage over their peers, and are more likely to be influenced by their parents in their choice of major, but there is no guarantee that they will become scientists.
The reason why Molina's mood was so unstable last night was probably because she knew about this matter.
Thinking of the resistance on Molina's face when she faced the old man at the door just now, Lu Zhou was silent for a while and then suddenly spoke.
It is impossible to stick to this path for more than 20 years simply by relying on the sense of mission imposed on oneself.
For Molina, knowing the truth of the matter is not a bad thing.
Bloodline is meaningless to science, just like most genius ideas are born by chance. There is historical inevitability for a great scholar to be born in this world, but if it is specific to individuals in civilization, it is more An accident.
The reason why Molina's mood was so unstable last night was probably because she knew about this matter.
The old man nodded.
"From the hands of a collector."
The so-called self-blame is just because I think my lies have affected my granddaughter's life. But at least in the eyes of an outsider like Lu Zhou, things were not what the old man thought.
"Can you still get in touch with him? I mean, can you introduce him to me?"
Perhaps the descendants of scholars have an educational advantage over their peers, and are more likely to be influenced by their parents in their choice of major, but there is no guarantee that they will become scientists.
Just the accumulation of time can't actually explain anything. Whether it is worth money or not depends on the artist's fame, who painted it, and the historical background of the work.
Looking at the expression on his face, Lu Zhou, who was sincerely happy for him, nodded slightly.
Just the accumulation of time can't actually explain anything. Whether it is worth money or not depends on the artist's fame, who painted it, and the historical background of the work.
Of course, whether it can be touched or not is another matter.
After a pause, Lu Zhou continued.
"That's right. This is probably the most valuable thing in this room... although it's actually not that much."
At least, you can get your mentality right.
"...Although I am not in the position of an outsider to say this, I suggest that it is better for you to apologize candidly to her."
Although it is still a little less interesting than myself, it is already very good.
In addition to hard work, this also requires a little bit of luck.
Although it is still a little less interesting than myself, it is already very good.
Understanding what Lu Zhou wanted to say, a trace of despair flashed in the old man's eyes.
The old man shook his head with a painful expression and said: "She will not forgive me, and I will not forgive myself..."
The old man shook his head with a painful expression and said: "She will not forgive me, and I will not forgive myself..."
"I think the reason why she is angry and so emotional is not because she is not a descendant of Professor Abel, but because the person closest to her actually deceived her... and deceived her for nearly thirty years."
It is impossible to stick to this path for more than 20 years simply by relying on the sense of mission imposed on oneself.
Thinking of the resistance on Molina's face when she faced the old man at the door just now, Lu Zhou was silent for a while and then suddenly spoke.
"It's up to her to decide whether she forgives you. As for the latter..." Lu Zhou paused and continued, "Actually, you don't have to blame yourself too much. I can see that her enthusiasm for mathematics is because she really likes it. , although qualifications are something you are born with and there is no way around it, but I don’t think she has embarked on a ‘wrong’ path.”
Although it is still a little less interesting than myself, it is already very good.
Hearing this question, a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on the old man's face, and he looked away.
For Molina, knowing the truth of the matter is not a bad thing.
After all, not everyone is interested in the portrait of a mathematician, let alone a "short-lived" genius. If he didn't have a special hobby, people who could afford a big price would most likely not buy it for collection. Perhaps the museum would be willing to buy the painting, but it would be difficult to offer a high price.
"As for the expectations she imposed on herself, it's better to be gone."
The old man nodded.
"I think the reason why she is angry and so emotional is not because she is not a descendant of Professor Abel, but because the person closest to her actually deceived her... and deceived her for nearly thirty years."
"It is said that Professor Abel never married. Are you his... collateral blood relative?"
"That's all."
It is impossible to stick to this path for more than 20 years simply by relying on the sense of mission imposed on oneself.
Sure enough, most of the so-called descendants of Professor Abel were self-proclaimed by this old man. In his impression, the genius who only lived for more than 20 years only had one fiancée. Ignoring the illegitimate child, the possibility of him leaving descendants was almost negligible.
Seeing the regretful expression on the old man's face, Lu Zhou sighed and said softly.
Bloodline is meaningless to science, just like most genius ideas are born by chance. There is historical inevitability for a great scholar to be born in this world, but if it is specific to individuals in civilization, it is more An accident.
The so-called self-blame is just because I think my lies have affected my granddaughter's life. But at least in the eyes of an outsider like Lu Zhou, things were not what the old man thought.
After a long, long time, he finally spoke.
The reason why Molina's mood was so unstable last night was probably because she knew about this matter.
"Last night, your granddaughter was very emotional... Ah, I didn't mean that."
Bloodline is meaningless to science, just like most genius ideas are born by chance. There is historical inevitability for a great scholar to be born in this world, but if it is specific to individuals in civilization, it is more An accident.
Seeing the regretful expression on the old man's face, Lu Zhou sighed and said softly.
"It's up to her to decide whether she forgives you. As for the latter..." Lu Zhou paused and continued, "Actually, you don't have to blame yourself too much. I can see that her enthusiasm for mathematics is because she really likes it. , although qualifications are something you are born with and there is no way around it, but I don’t think she has embarked on a ‘wrong’ path.”
"That guy passed away a few years ago. I'm afraid I can't help you. If you are interested in Professor Abel's relics, those notes are all. Although I didn't expect that my granddaughter would give them all away. To you, but... Anyway, I hope you can keep them properly."
It is impossible to stick to this path for more than 20 years simply by relying on the sense of mission imposed on oneself.
"Last night, your granddaughter was very emotional... Ah, I didn't mean that."
Just the accumulation of time can't actually explain anything. Whether it is worth money or not depends on the artist's fame, who painted it, and the historical background of the work.
"what is the problem?"
"Last night, your granddaughter was very emotional... Ah, I didn't mean that."
For Molina, knowing the truth of the matter is not a bad thing.
"Aside from this oil painting and those notes, is this all Professor Abel's relics?"
"Speaking of which, I've been having a problem."
After all, the transformation from a second-tier scholar to a first-tier scholar requires more than just hard work.
People who can completely ignore the factor of luck and do this are rare in any era.
It is impossible to stick to this path for more than 20 years simply by relying on the sense of mission imposed on oneself.
"It is said that Professor Abel never married. Are you his... collateral blood relative?"
Lu Zhou wasn't quite sure about the conflict between the two, and he didn't really want to get involved in other people's family affairs. After explaining his purpose, he quietly followed the old man's footsteps to the oil painting on the wall at the top of the stairs. .
At least, you can get your mentality right.
"That's all."
"I know, it seems you've seen it, it's a very lame lie, right?"
"It's up to her to decide whether she forgives you. As for the latter..." Lu Zhou paused and continued, "Actually, you don't have to blame yourself too much. I can see that her enthusiasm for mathematics is because she really likes it. , although qualifications are something you are born with and there is no way around it, but I don’t think she has embarked on a ‘wrong’ path.”
Although it is difficult for her to reach the level of first-tier scholars with her talent, she is already considered the best among second-tier scholars. If you calm down and study with concentration, you may have a chance to touch the edge of the Fields Medal before you are forty years old.
Catching the flash of shame in the old man's eyes, Lu Zhou confirmed his suspicion.
Of course, whether it can be touched or not is another matter.
He shook his head, his tone full of remorse, and muttered, "I can't help it... Who would have thought that her father would take her seriously? By the time I realized it, things had become like this."
Of course, whether it can be touched or not is another matter.
Looking at the expression on his face, Lu Zhou, who was sincerely happy for him, nodded slightly.
"From the hands of a collector."
In fact, this relative was actually Professor Abel's fiancée, but after hesitating for a while, he finally chose to hide this.
After all, the transformation from a second-tier scholar to a first-tier scholar requires more than just hard work.
"...Although I am not in the position of an outsider to say this, I suggest that it is better for you to apologize candidly to her."
Looking at the expression on his face, Lu Zhou, who was sincerely happy for him, nodded slightly.
In addition to hard work, this also requires a little bit of luck.
At least, you can get your mentality right.
The old man shook his head with a painful expression and said: "She will not forgive me, and I will not forgive myself..."
Maybe
Looking at the hesitating old man, Lu Zhou was slightly stunned. He vaguely guessed something, so he changed the topic that might cause embarrassment.
"what is the problem?"
People who can completely ignore the factor of luck and do this are rare in any era.
Looking at the hesitating old man, Lu Zhou was slightly stunned. He vaguely guessed something, so he changed the topic that might cause embarrassment.
After a pause, Lu Zhou continued.
"Just a little advice."
After listening to Lu Zhou's words, the old man was silent for a while.
"From the hands of a collector."
In fact, this relative was actually Professor Abel's fiancée, but after hesitating for a while, he finally chose to hide this.
For Molina, knowing the truth of the matter is not a bad thing.
After a long, long time, he finally spoke.
People who can completely ignore the factor of luck and do this are rare in any era.
It is impossible to stick to this path for more than 20 years simply by relying on the sense of mission imposed on oneself.
Looking at the hesitating old man, Lu Zhou was slightly stunned. He vaguely guessed something, so he changed the topic that might cause embarrassment.
After a long, long time, he finally spoke.
After a long, long time, he finally spoke.
"what is the problem?"
People who can completely ignore the factor of luck and do this are rare in any era.
The grandfather and granddaughter seemed to be having a big conflict. When Lu Zhou entered the house, he could clearly feel that the old man was a little embarrassed to face her.
"I know, it seems you've seen it, it's a very lame lie, right?"
"Thanks, maybe you're right."
"Thanks, maybe you're right."
The old man shook his head and said.
Catching the flash of shame in the old man's eyes, Lu Zhou confirmed his suspicion.
"… Maybe."
The old man can no longer remember how much he spent on it. But thinking about it, even my own salary is enough to afford it, so it shouldn't be anything particularly expensive.
Sure enough, most of the so-called descendants of Professor Abel were self-proclaimed by this old man. In his impression, the genius who only lived for more than 20 years only had one fiancée. Ignoring the illegitimate child, the possibility of him leaving descendants was almost negligible.
But other than that, there didn't seem to be any clues about what Lu Zhou was expecting. It was just a simple portrait.
The grandfather and granddaughter seemed to be having a big conflict. When Lu Zhou entered the house, he could clearly feel that the old man was a little embarrassed to face her.
Looking at the expression on his face, Lu Zhou, who was sincerely happy for him, nodded slightly.
The so-called self-blame is just because I think my lies have affected my granddaughter's life. But at least in the eyes of an outsider like Lu Zhou, things were not what the old man thought.
"That's right. This is probably the most valuable thing in this room... although it's actually not that much."
"Just a little advice."
Thinking of the resistance on Molina's face when she faced the old man at the door just now, Lu Zhou was silent for a while and then suddenly spoke.
Although it is difficult for her to reach the level of first-tier scholars with her talent, she is already considered the best among second-tier scholars. If you calm down and study with concentration, you may have a chance to touch the edge of the Fields Medal before you are forty years old.
"Just a little advice."
The so-called self-blame is just because I think my lies have affected my granddaughter's life. But at least in the eyes of an outsider like Lu Zhou, things were not what the old man thought.
Maybe
"So this painting is almost two hundred years old."
The old man can no longer remember how much he spent on it. But thinking about it, even my own salary is enough to afford it, so it shouldn't be anything particularly expensive.
It is impossible to stick to this path for more than 20 years simply by relying on the sense of mission imposed on oneself.
The reason why Molina's mood was so unstable last night was probably because she knew about this matter.
Although it is still a little less interesting than myself, it is already very good.
Looking at the expression on his face, Lu Zhou, who was sincerely happy for him, nodded slightly.