The campus of Columbia University.

Diverse crowds walked along the paths on the lawn, and the ancient building complex showed a sense of age and age.

The "disaster" a few days ago, the pause button was pressed for the lives of countless people, and the whole of New York City is not very peaceful at this moment. However, this storm does not seem to have spread to this campus. Students should still take classes In class, it seems that there are not many waves in daily life.

After leaving the hospital, Lu Zhou, who took a flight within the North American Union, originally intended to go straight to Princeton after getting off the plane. As a result, he came here on a whim.

He visited here for a month that year and won the title of Honorary Professor during this month.

He also later learned that this title has been retained for a century by Columbia University, just as Jinling University commemorates him.

And more than that, in front of the Columbia University landmark, the Bronze Statue of the Thinker, a bronze statue was later put on it.

It was a young man with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the bronze statue of the thinker, immersed in the thinking world.

That bronze statue is not carved by others.

It is Lu Zhou himself.

Looking at the bronze statue in front of him, a glimmer of nostalgia floated in Lu Zhou's eyes.

"I didn't expect that they really made me an image ..."

At Columbia University that year, he was standing there-standing in front of the bronze statue of the thinker, inspired by a flash of inspiration to complete the famous "theoretical model of the electrochemical interface structure", and relying on The research won the Huffman Medal and the Nobel Prize in Chemistry.

Because of an accidental photo, he took a picture of him standing with the bronze statue of the thinker.

"... a mortal saw a bronze statue, and he saw the universe."

At first this was a tweet from a Ph.D. in the philosophy department, but I did not expect that after a century, this indecent joke has been carved on the base of the statue.

"Sir, there are historical relics, can you not touch them with your hands?"

Hearing the sound coming from behind, the index finger touched Lu Zhou with that inscription slightly for a moment, then put his hand back with a smile.

"Are the historical relics? Sorry, I just can't help myself."

What the **** can't help it?

There was a speechless expression on the student's face, but at this moment, when his eyes fell on Lu Zhou's face, he was dumbfounded.

"You, are you Lu Zhou ?!"

Lu Zhou joked kindly.

"Like a fake replacement."

"But ... why are you here?"

"It's just a revisit, because I don't know if there will be a chance to come again in the future," Lu Zhou said with a smile on his face, "Let me stay here for a while , I will naturally leave after a while. "

...

After leaving Columbia University, Lu Zhou took his young fellow and Ban Ling to the Princeton train and went straight to the door of Princeton.

"commander."

"what happened."

"Why would you be interested in some stones."

"Stone? Do you mean these buildings here?" Lu Zhou said with a slight smile. "You misunderstood. I'm not interested in these buildings, but I miss some of those past days."

Ling tilted her head and didn't seem to understand what Lu Zhou said.

However, Lu Zhou had no idea of ​​further explanation.

Looking at the Yanshi Library right in front of him, Lu Zhou drew his face slightly and said to Ling.

"Wait here for me, don't move around, I will be back soon."

The pupil blinked slightly and Ling nodded.

"Observe, Commander."

Stepping into the Shishi Library, Lu Zhou noticed the old man standing next to the bookshelf arranging the bookshelf.

For a moment, he thought the old man was so familiar. The only difference was that the patched nightgown was gone and replaced by a rather gentleman's suit.

Perhaps he noticed Lu Zhou's sight, and the old man who finished finishing the bookshelf turned back and looked at Lu Zhou, who was not far away, with an unexpected expression on his face.

Apparently, he recognized himself.

"You came?"

"Um ... you know me?"

"Are you kidding me, how many people in this world don't know you?" The old man grinned, walked tremblingly, walked behind the front desk of the library, opened the chair and sat down, "My grandpa always He told me that someone would come here in the future and take his notes so that I must keep it for him. "

When I heard this sentence, Lu Zhou wrote an accident on his face, and then smiled and said, "I wo n’t take anything away. The things are the same everywhere ... but I am getting more and more I think your grandpa might be a wizard. "

"Maybe, I also think that old guy is always nervous, but who knows? Anyway, I was watching him buried in the ground at his funeral." He muttered, then The elderly librarian continued, "Since you are not here to take your notes, can I help you?"

Lu Zhou: "I want to investigate something a century ago."

"Is archeology? I didn't expect that you would be interested in archeology," said the old man with a smile. "Say, what do you want, as long as it is in this library, I can probably find it for you."

Lu Zhou: "About the alumni blog written by Princeton's Ivy Club, about a man named David Lawrence ... he graduated around the 1920s."

Before Wang Peng woke up, Captain Xing had learned from the San Francisco police that he had broken into David Lawrence's private house.

When I heard the name, about the previous memories, Lu Zhou's mind suddenly appeared.

He clearly remembered that David Lawrence of that history department was his first friend who came to Princeton, and it was he who introduced himself to the Ivy Club and took him into Princeton's campus life.

At the same time, Lu Zhou also knew that his other identity was the heir of the Boston Consortium.

It's just something he didn't expect. This old man who seems to have nothing to do with the whole incident is actually the master of this conspiracy that spans the century.

Although the intelligence crisis has been lifted, Lu Zhou still wants to know what has led him astray.

As the undisputed most elite club at Princeton University, the Ivy League has a long-standing tradition, that is, while accepting material donations from alumni, they also accept personal autobiography donated by them. Write alumni for those former club members.

Since most of the people who can join this club are top elites in a certain field, those alumni are even more wonderful than some historical writing.

"Alumni?" The old man's eyebrows raised a hint of surprise. "Why are you interested in that kind of thing ... but, let me find it out."

Due to the large number and variety of alumni, the old man rummaged on the bookshelf for a long time, and finally found Lawrence's copy.

Back at the front desk of the library, the old man put two books on the table.

"This is Lawrence's ... very unexpected, I found you on it."

"Mine?" Lu Zhou frowned slightly, and Lu Zhou frowned slightly. "I don't remember ... I have left something like an autobiography here."

"Alumni chronicle is not necessarily written by autobiography. As long as you are willing to pay time and energy, from other people's autobiography and from your own memories, you can always squeeze out some memories about him," the old man smiled. Said, "So these things look good, not all of them are really true, and even a lot of them are jokes made by friends. Anyway, it is not the history of Zhenger Bajing."

"So it is ..."

Hearing this sentence, Lu Zhou's heart was clear.

Not surprisingly, this was probably written by his student Hardy for his alumni.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhou, who originally planned to open this alumni magazine, could not help but hesitate.

That guy always doesn't make drafts when he blows his skin, and he likes to hang the phrase "Professor Lu said" all the time.

Lu Zhou is a bit unsure. If he opened this alumni magazine, would he be embarrassed by this "biography" about himself.

However, reason was finally overcome by curiosity. Under the eyes of the old man, Lu Zhou finally opened the front page of the biography.

When he saw the author's signature, he was all there.

[——Vila Puyou]