A widower's entertainment

Chapter 61 [After the thrilling]

1984, New Year's Day.

While the heated discussion caused by Shi Hong in "The Devotion of Suspect X" was still going on, 1984 had quietly arrived.

Lin Youcheng knew that the world's mathematical problem had caused great repercussions in the mathematics circle, but some of them were shocked that this mathematical proof appeared in a literary magazine.

After all, Mr. Lu's truly world-class conjecture proof did not set off a huge wave. If it were not for the recommendation of a professor abroad, Mr. Lu would still be living in poverty doing research.

Of course, Lin Youcheng didn't care that Teacher Lin, who had the same surname as him, wanted to publish his mathematical answer in a foreign journal under the name Shi Hong. He knew that the paper was very short, and that one counterexample was the entire paper. , no more words are needed to explain or prove.

Lin Youcheng did not particularly care whether the paper would be published successfully.

Because he never wanted to do mathematics. The real mathematical genius was Shi Hong, the mathematician Shi Hong who did not exist but was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

However, Lin Youcheng felt that if the paper was successfully published in a foreign mathematics journal, and it was still in the name of Shi Hong, it would be very interesting.

Like Lin Youcheng, for ordinary people, world-wide mathematical problems become nothing in front of ordinary people's calculation of vegetable prices for a few cents.

Early in the morning, although it was very cold, Lin Youcheng was still wrapped up thickly and walked through the snow to the market to buy vegetables.

To put it bluntly, Lin Youcheng has been here for half a year. Except for giving a lecture at Xiang Provincial University, he can be said to have been around Chunfeng Alley in Decheng.

No, it should be said that they revolve around those carrot heads.

All I can think about is that the child is crying, hungry, or having diarrhea.

Lin Youcheng thought that he would have to wait until his children went to college before he could be liberated. However, the carrot heads in this arithmetic sequence would have to come one after another, and the road to liberation would be long and arduous.

When the carrot head who was still drinking milk went to college, Lin Youcheng shook his head. Time makes people grow old, and he didn't dare to calculate how old he would be.

"You're successful. Are you shopping for groceries? Do you want radishes?"

"You're successful, come and take a look!"

"Youcheng, this is five cents a pound, very cheap."

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Obviously, Lin Youcheng, a widower who once swept the streets, has now transformed into an educated writer. Naturally, he has become different in the eyes of others, and everyone is very enthusiastic.

This kind of enthusiasm is particularly warm in the cold winter, and it breaks into people's hearts with a warm pyrotechnics atmosphere.

Lin Youcheng bought a lot of vegetables and cut some meat. On the way back, he met a country man who went to the city to sell local eggs, so he naturally bought a lot of eggs for less than five yuan.

Of course, breakfast is still the steamed buns and fried dough sticks that I bought directly. Forgive Lin Youcheng for being too lazy to make breakfast. If Lin Youcheng worked in a factory, he would probably go directly to the canteen to get some food and take it home for Luobotou to eat.

Lin Youcheng finished working on Carrot Top, had breakfast, and was sweeping the snow in the yard with a broom.

A few carrot heads who were not afraid of the cold were also wrapped like rice dumplings and ran out to play in the snow.

Although Lin Youcheng, a new father, made a joke before by constantly adding clothes to his child because he felt cold, he still kept telling him to wear more clothes to avoid catching a cold.

Lin Youcheng feels that he is really used to the role of father now, and he has always cared about his old father's heart.

Habit is really a terrible thing, and a twenty-three-year-old heart has already adapted to the role of a thirty-two-year-old.

No, this is the age of a thirty-three-year-old widower. While Lin Youcheng was sweeping the snow in the yard, Zhang Jiefang from the Federation of Literary and Art Circles Writers Association came to see Lin Youcheng.

Lin Youcheng poured a cup of hot tea for Zhang Jiefang, asked him to lean against the stove to warm himself up, and asked, "Come here, what's the matter?"

Zhang Jiefang warmed his hands with a cup of steaming tea and said with a smile: "The new members and directors of the Writers Association are going to be elected. Do you have any ideas?"

"Now many comrades want to recommend you."

Although Lin Youcheng has only published two novels, there is no doubt that both novels have aroused great repercussions, especially "The Devotion of Suspect It cannot be ignored, which is why some people want to elect Lin Youcheng.

Of course, this is also because of Lin Youcheng's current age. If he were a twenty-year-old young comrade, no matter how good his writing was, it would be difficult to be elected.

When Lin Youcheng heard Zhang Jiefang's words, he waved his hands quickly and said: "No, no, you know, my family is full of things, how can I have time to take care of them."

Lin Youcheng had no intention of becoming a member of the Board of Directors of the Writers' Association. Joining the Writers' Association was just to get closer to the organization and enter the circle.

Lin Youcheng did not participate in the meetings of the Writers Association at all.

"Youcheng, I think you can still consider personal issues in the future, not only for yourself, but also for these children."

Hearing Zhang Jiefang's words, Lin Youcheng knew that Zhang Jiefang meant well, so he smiled and said, "Let's talk about it later."

Zhang Jiefang also mentioned this, without saying much, and turned to talk about Lin Youcheng's article "The Devotion of Suspect X" and sighed: "I didn't expect that you actually used Shi Hong's hand to prove a mathematical problem. , the answer you set up is the really shocking truth."

Zhang Jiefang really did not expect that Lin Youcheng had always said that the logic of reasoning literature must be rigorous, but he did not expect that it would be so rigorous, even harsh.

Even if it is just an unsolved mathematical problem in the world, a rigorous answer must be given.

It's really amazing.

Hearing Zhang Jiefang's words, Lin Youcheng smiled. He had heard many such words.

"Youcheng, do you have any ideas for writing a new manuscript recently?"

"Not yet."

When Zhang Jiefang heard Lin Youcheng said no, he couldn't help but said: "I'm really looking forward to your next novel."

"No, it should be said that not only me, but the general public are also waiting to read your next novel."

Lin Youcheng smiled. He knew that because he said in the newspaper that he wrote people's literature and wrote it for the people, these words were widely circulated, and Zhang Jiefang was now making fun of himself with this people.

Obviously, the words "people's literature" have given the best annotation to the stories he wrote.

No matter what kind of literary story it is, the most important thing is that it is written for the people.

But, speaking of the next novel?
  Lin Youcheng looked outside the house, and the snow began to fall again, falling one after another, and it was a vast expanse of white. This scene was very touching and beautiful.

After such a thrilling and incredible love story as "The Devotion of Suspect X", what story will he write to impress the people?
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