Molina didn't come in together, but stood at the door.

This seems to be a big contradiction between the grandfather and the granddaughter. When entering the house, Lu Zhou can clearly feel that the old man is a little embarrassed to face her.

I don’t know the contradiction between the two people. Lu Zhou didn’t want to get involved in other people’s family affairs. After explaining his own intentions, he quietly followed the footsteps of the old man’s footsteps to the wall painting. .

The person on the painting has a dark gold curly hair and a bangs that is still popular today. The young facial features reveal a calm and peaceful age that is not consistent with age... and a little handsome.

Although it is still a little worse than myself, it is already very good.

However, apart from this, there seems to be no clue that Lu Zhou expects, just a simple portrait.

"This painting was created in 1835... It is said that it was based on the dictation of his loved ones, and was created by a famous Norwegian painter at the time." Standing behind Lu Zhou, the old man said.

In fact, this loved one is actually the fiancee of Professor Abel, but he hesitated for a while and then selectively chose to hide this.

The sight was taken back from the oil painting, and Lu Zhou looked at the old man and asked curiously.

"So the painting is almost two hundred years old."

"Okay, the most valuable thing in this room is probably this stuff... although it doesn't really cost much."

How much was spent at the time, the old man could not remember. But if you want to pay for your own salary, it should not be anything particularly expensive.

After all, not everyone is interested in the portrait of a mathematician, not to mention a "short-lived" genius. If there is no special hobby, the probability of a person who can afford a big price will not buy it. Perhaps the museum will be willing to buy this picture, but it is also difficult to open a very high price.

It’s just that the precipitation of time can’t explain what it’s worth. After all, the value is not worth seeing the artist’s own fame, who is painting, and the background of the work.

"In addition to the oil paintings and those notes, is there all the relics of Professor Abel?"

The old man nodded.

"There is only this."

After thoughtfully nodding, Lu Zhou pondered for a while and then suddenly said.

"Say, I have always had a problem."

"what is the problem?"

"It is said that Professor Abel has not been jealous for the rest of his life. Are you his... **** neighbor?"

Upon hearing this question, the old man’s face suddenly floated a sly look, and his eyes flicked to the side.

"……Maybe."

Maybe?

Looking at the old man who was arrogant, Lu Zhou slammed down and faintly guessed something, so he opened the topic that might cause embarrassment.

"Where did you get these things?"

"From the hands of a collector."

Lu Zhou immediately asked.

"Can you still contact him? I mean, can you introduce him to me?"

The old man shook his head and said.

"That guy died a few years ago, I am afraid I can't help you. If you are interested in the relics of Professor Abel, those notes are all gone. Although I did not expect my granddaughter to send them all. For you, but... in short, I hope you can take good care of them."

Captured the twilight of the old man's eyes flashing, Lu Zhou affirmed his own guess.

Sure enough, most of the descendants of the so-called Professor Abel are self-proclaimed. In his impression, the genius who only lived in his twenties had only one fiancee, ignoring the situation of illegitimate children, and his possibility of leaving future generations was almost negligible.

The reason why Molina’s emotions were so unstable last night was because I knew this.

When I thought of the resistance that Molina had on her face when she was facing the old man, Lu Zhou was silent for a while and suddenly said.

"Last night, your granddaughter was very excited... ah, I don't mean that."

"I know, it seems that you have already seen it, is it a lame lie?"

Understand what Lu Zhou wants to say, and the old man’s eyes flashed a trace of sorrow.

He shook his head, his voice filled with confession, and he said with a sigh of relief, "I can't help... who thinks she will actually take it seriously, and when I realize it, things have become like this."

Looking at the expression of remorse on the old man's face, Lu Zhou sighed and said softly.

"I think she is angry, she will be so excited, not because she is not a descendant of Professor Abel, but because her closest person actually deceived herself... and deceived for nearly three decades."

Lineage is meaningless to science, just as most genius ideas were born by chance. A great scholar was born in this world with the inevitability of history, but if it is specific to the individual in civilization, more An accident.

Perhaps the descendants of scholars are more advantageous in education than their peers, and they are more likely to be influenced by their parents in professional choices, but they must be scientists or something that does not exist.

After a moment of pause, Lu Zhou continued.

"...Although I don't have an outsider's position, I suggest that you still have a good apology with her."

The old man smiled and shook his head and said: "She won't forgive me, I won't forgive myself..."

"Whether she forgives that you should decide by her, as for the latter..." Lu Zhou paused and continued, "In fact, you don't have to be too self-blaming. I can see that her enthusiasm for mathematics is really because I like, although there is no way to qualify this kind of thing, but I don’t think she has embarked on a 'wrong' path."

"As for the expectations that she imposed on herself, there is no such thing."

The so-called self-blame is simply because I think that my lies affect my granddaughter's life. But at least in the eyes of the outsider of Lu Zhou, things are not what the elderly think.

It is impossible to adhere to this path for more than 20 years, relying solely on the sense of mission imposed on oneself.

For Molina, knowing the truth of the matter is not a good thing.

At the very least, you can square your mind.

Although it is difficult for her talent to reach the height of first-line scholars, she is already a leader among second-line scholars. If you calm down and study hard, you have no chance to touch the edge of the Fields Prize before the age of forty.

Of course, as for whether you can touch it, that is another matter.

After all, from the second-line scholars to the first-line scholars, it is not only the sweat that is enough.

In addition to hard work, it takes a little bit of luck.

Those who can do this completely without regard to the factors of luck, no matter what era, are rare.

After listening to Lu Zhou’s words, the old man was silent for a while.

After a long, long time, he said.

"Thank you, maybe you are right."

Looking at the expression on his face, Lu Zhou, who was happy for him, gently nodded.

"Just a little suggestion."