Retrograde for thousands of years

Chapter 283 The Sad One

(When reading this chapter, you can first read the classic work The Heartbreaker. If you think it is too long, you can start reading from the last few paragraphs. The first part is foreshadowing.)
This is a large coffee shop. In the afternoon, there are very few people in the shop. In the soft music, a female voice is singing about love.

The trembling of Lin Xinyan's body has subsided. After all, she is a trained policewoman who can bury fear in her heart and stop herself from thinking about those things. Her face is even a little red, and some inexplicable emotion is in her. The heart rises.

Impossible, impossible, this is just the suspension bridge effect!
She said to herself that she knew exactly what the suspension bridge effect was.

Why so many people like to use heroes to save beauties to chase girls is because of the suspension bridge effect.

The suspension bridge effect is a phenomenon in psychology. It points out that the heartbeat can sometimes betray you. When your heart beats faster, it does not necessarily mean that you like someone. It may also be a sign of fright. The suspension bridge effect points out that people will feel nervous when they are on a suspension bridge. And this kind of psychology is consistent with the panic when you are in love. If you happen to meet someone of the opposite sex at this time, your brain will send a message to make you feel that you are in love.

but……

He ignored the danger at that time, he looked so handsome, he was a mathematician, he...

All kinds of thoughts came and went in Lin Xinyan's mind, and she even thought of some unpopular knowledge.

Why do men and women in movies quickly become intimate after facing danger together?Because of the critical situation of life and death, endocrine makes them have a strong desire to reproduce.

Why do men and women quickly get closer after sharing life and death?Although love has its upper and lower ranges, both parties reached the peak at the same time at that moment. The two of them wished they could die for love...

"What, don't you want to hear it? You're blushing so much. Is everything okay?"

The man in front of him smiled and said, his voice almost made Lin Xinyan lose her composure, because she asked herself just now, if this man, now holding her hand, wanted to have a room with her, would she agree?

The recent life and death choices and desperate mood swings made her want to vent.When facing several black men, she had a very regretful thought. After living for more than 20 years, she was going to die, but she didn't have a boyfriend yet. Why not fall in love in advance, why not... and then die and dissect the body by herself? Will you be laughed at sometimes?

By the way, she thought so, but what about the man in front of her?Foreign men are very direct. What if he makes a request?
……

"Are you listening to me? It doesn't matter, right?"

The man's voice continued to come, and it was as gentle as water, drowning her. She crossed her legs unnaturally, took a sip of coffee, tried hard to calm down the restlessness and longing in her heart, and made a decision.

"I won't agree to it."

"Ah, what did you say? What promise or not?"

His answer made her face turn red quickly. What had she just thought of?
The drawbridge effect must be the drawbridge effect.

"What did you just say, what story?"

You must ignore him. He is flirting with girls. He must be flirting with girls. After saving her, he held her hand and brought her into the coffee shop. When his close brother let him talk, he comforted himself gently. , She has heard many girlfriends say this way of picking up girls.

"I know a story called The Heartbreaker, do you want to hear it?"

"Ah."

Lin Xinyan tried her best not to let herself get curious. Many of her best friends were deceived by Chicken Soup for the Soul and ended up marrying artistic young people.

"Remember, when men show off their talents in front of you and tell some heart-warming stories and life philosophies, all they want is to go to bed with you. Don't listen, don't listen. The bastard is chanting sutras. If you don't listen, don't listen. That's it. That’s right!”

Her best friend's words rang in Lin Xinyan's mind, but she just lowered her head shyly and gently stirred the coffee. Why was her face so red?
Listen to this mathematician and see what he can say, if it is original, then...

"The story of the heartbroken begins with No. 1."

The man hesitated for a moment and began to tell the beginning of the story. The door of the coffee shop was pushed open and a group of Chinese tourists walked in.

There were about ten people in total, parents and their teenage children. They were all very well-educated and did not make any loud noises. The occasional conversation was about the World Congress of Mathematicians, the venue, how much I wanted to visit, etc.

Suddenly, a boy pointed at Zhou Huan, flipping through his mobile phone and telling everyone something. Then the children began to turn around frequently and looked at Zhou Huan. Then you pushed me and I pushed you, and came to Zhou Huan. Huan's side.

"Uncle, are you Mr. Alexander Romanovsky from Russia?"

The speaker was a pretty girl with bright eyes full of longing. She spoke in English, which was not very fluent.

"Well, it's me, what's the matter?"

Zhou Huan replied in English.

"Really!"

The girl's face showed an ecstatic expression, and in her excitement, she spoke eagerly in Chinese.

"Mr. Alexander Romanovsky, can we take a photo with you? We saw your photo on the agenda of the International Congress of Mathematicians, and you will give a speech tomorrow."

"Idiot sister..."

A boy on the side said to the girl with disdain, "He is a Russian. He only speaks Russian and at most English. If you speak Chinese, can others understand you?"

The fat boy took a step forward and wanted to say something, but Zhou Huan held out his hand to block him.

"What do you want? I don't need to take a photo. I'm ugly and I can't sign autographs, hahaha."

Zhou Huan's fluent Chinese made several children excited for a while, but they were hurt by Zhou Huan's words, and they all looked dejected.

"Uncle, we were originally going to San Francisco for a visit, but we heard about the World Congress of Mathematicians here, so we came here to see the mathematicians. Uncle, please don't be stingy, okay? How about we take a photo together?"

The one who spoke was a girl with a sweet smile, her laughter was as sweet as a silver bell.

For children, they may scream and go crazy for their idols, but the ones they admire the most are the great scientists, and this admiration will grow more and more. After they have been tortured by mathematics thousands of times in college, I can now better understand what it means to fall into submission.

"No autographs, no photos, but you can listen to stories. My uncle is preparing to tell this sister a story. Are you interested in listening? If you want to hear, please raise your hands!"

Immediately, there was a forest in front of Zhou Huan.

Zhou Huan nodded and motioned to the parents of the children not far away to come over. His attitude was very kind because he had had a similar experience.

When he was a child, an academician gave a lecture in Haizhou City. His grandfather asked someone to help him come in and listen to the lecture. Finally, he and other students were allowed to go to the rostrum to pay homage to the scientist. In fact, he was offering flowers for this purpose. Let your children see scientists and use them as learning objects.

Chinese tourists are very happy. For them, all celebrities and idols are fictitious. The only people who can convince them are those knowledgeable people. Why did they give up visiting San Francisco and come to New York? Children want to see a real mathematician, and now, being able to have close contact with a mathematician is simply the best thing.

The group of people entered the box, which was large enough for everyone to sit down. "I am Romanovsky. Just now, this lady and I discussed a question, a very profound question, that is, how should our lives be valuable?"

After quietly glancing at Lin Xinyan, Zhou Huan didn't dare to pretend to be serious or pretentious anymore.

After asking three times in a row, he felt some kind of favorable impression in Lin Xinyan's eyes. Although that kind of thing was not too strong, it was dangerous.

God forbid, a group of tourists from China came, so that he would not tell the story in the private space between the two of them - the destructive power of the sad man was too powerful, so he thought it would be better to tell it in a crowded place.

Lin Xinyan is at her most vulnerable now, and Zhou Huan's story is very touching. Coupled with Zhou Huan's status as a mathematician, it is simply the best weapon to seduce girls.

At this time, if in a private environment, in an ambiguous atmosphere, when a girl needs to rely on, he gently tells the whole story to her... What if he really gets angry when flirting with a girl? Qingtong can stab him to death with a pen!
No one spoke. Whether it was parents or children, they were all waiting for Zhou Huan to speak.

"A friend of mine told me a story, a story called The Heartbreaker. The story happened in xxx...

……

The market was at its busiest in the morning, and I watched Xia Qunfang walking through the crowd—her back was very bloated.I couldn't see clearly what vegetables she bought from a distance of two or three meters, but I could hear her bargaining with the vendors clearly.

……

Zhou Huan told the story calmly, and the entire box was silent. Some children were surprised, but their parents held their heads down. Adults could easily understand the beginning of the story, and they were attracted from the beginning.

The story of the Heartbreaker tells the story of a genius doomed to tragedy.

This is a beautiful and desolate story, but it writes the most beautiful feelings in the world.

A genius beyond the times, an unavoidable tragedy, the most beautiful rescue, a story that makes people weep.

An independent genius, a loving and tolerant mother, the love of the past, and the torrent of the times.

Slowly, the sound of sobbing resounded in the box, especially when Zhou Huan talked about how Lin Xi lost her mind and became dementia in the mental hospital. The crying was already continuous.

Lin Xi is a sad person, but are we all the same?

When we were children, we dreamed of becoming scientists, heroes, and the people we wanted to be. We worked hard, we struggled, and we... Then, we gradually lost our dreams and compromised with reality. Occasionally, there are people who don't give up, and we also I could only look at their frustration with a wry smile.

Just like He Xi in the story, what use will our current work and our current life have to the world decades or hundreds of years from now?
Lin Xinyan was already crying like a tearful person. Her family, her brothers and sisters, everyone opposed her becoming a police officer because they were afraid that she would be injured and suffer, just like He Xi's mother, and not because of anything else. .

And sometimes she is very confused, is her choice right or wrong?

She can go to the mall to dominate the world, she can become an official and express her ambitions, she can choose to travel the world and live a life of ease, or she can become an artist and become famous...

Just like He Xi, if he gives up the study of mathematics, he will have happiness, love and everything else. Why is he working so hard?
Then Zhou Huan began to tell the ending of the story. 150 years later, someone finally discovered He Xi's writings.

……

But curiosity led me to take it apart, and you can imagine how I felt.

The name of the book is "Micro Continuous Original" and the author is He Xi.

Now we know that we must reach an energy level of 1000 trillion electron volts before we can observe enough grand unified field physical phenomena. This was unimaginable in He Xi's era, and this sealed his fate.

It was purely because of his mother that "Microcontinuity Original" was preserved to this day... That's why she secretly placed this shining and immortal masterpiece in the library of an elementary school.

…There are some things that should not be too demanding in return. You should not ask them to grow beautiful leaves and flowers, because they are roots…

I looked at the half-page paper in my hand, and every name on it was so sad.

"Maybe we should always remember these people." I read on the paper, my voice echoing in the quiet hall.

……

In the last paragraph, Zhou Huan changed the name of a scientist in this world. The same sacrifice and the same struggle are not lacking in this world.

Primitive people yearned for the starry sky and painted colors on the rock walls. Modern people look forward to the future, but are trapped in modern technology.

Countless scientists, engineers, and even ordinary people are fighting and working hard for this civilization.

They are like the sad He Xi, even this era does not understand what they do.

Scientists have been working hard in the laboratory for months and years, and maybe the next moment what they have been studying all their lives is proven to be wrong.

Businessmen are busy making money, but they don’t know what they should do after making money.

Teachers spread knowledge on the podium, but they always encounter some children who are disobedient and do not study.

Everyone is sad. Your dreams, your longings, and everything you have are so powerless in the face of the cruel reality.

Just like Lin Xinyan, will the justice she strives to uphold have any meaning decades or hundreds of years later?
At the end of the story, Zhou Huan narrated the final ending.

……

"Impossible," said the thick voice, "he hasn't said a word in twenty years, and he won't be able to speak again."

But the rich voice suddenly stopped, as if he had discovered something.The surroundings became quiet, and a voice with moisture that seemed to have been rusted for many years could be heard saying something.

……

Yes, of course there is, all this struggle is meaningful!
……

"Mom-Mom-" the voice shouted vaguely.

"Mom-mum-" he called out again, very clearly.

　Two in one chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)