Molina didn't come in with her, but stood in the doorway.

The grandfather and granddaughter seemed to have a big conflict, and when Lu Zhou entered the house, it was obvious that the old man was a little embarrassed to face her.

I didn't know much about the contradiction between the two, and Lu Zhou didn't really want to get involved in other people's family affairs, so after explaining his intentions, he quietly followed the old man's footsteps to the oil painting hanging on the wall at the staircase.

The man in the painting has dark blonde curly hair, bracket bangs that are still popular today, and his young features exude a calm and peaceful one that does not match his age...... And a little bit handsome.

It's still a little bit less interesting than myself, but it's already pretty good.

But other than that, there doesn't seem to be any clues that Lu Zhou was expecting, just a simple portrait.

The painting was created in 1835...... It is said to have been created by a well-known painter in Norway at the time, according to the dictation 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 it.

Retracting his gaze from the oil painting, Lu Zhou looked at the old man and asked curiously.

"So this painting is almost 200 years old."

"Sort of, this is probably the most valuable thing in this room...... Although it doesn't really cost much. ”

How much it cost at that time, the old man can't remember. But if you think that even your salary is enough to afford it, it shouldn't be a particularly expensive thing.

After all, not everyone is interested in the portrait of a mathematician, let alone a "short-lived" genius, and if it weren't for a special hobby, people who can afford a lot of money will probably not buy it for a collection. Maybe the museum will be willing to buy the painting, but it's hard to get a high price.

The precipitation of time alone does not mean anything, and whether it is worth it depends on the artist's own fame, who he paints, and the background of the work.

"Aside from this painting and those notes, are all of Professor Abel's relics gone?"

The old man nodded.

"That's all."

Nodding thoughtfully, Lu Zhou pondered for a while before suddenly speaking.

"Speaking of which, I've always had a question."

"What's the problem?"

"It is said that Professor Abel never married, and you are his ...... Collateral blood relatives? ”

Hearing this question, an embarrassed look suddenly appeared on the old man's face, and his gaze dodged to the side.

“…… Maybe. ”

Maybe?

Looking at the old man, Lu Zhou was slightly stunned, and vaguely guessed something, so he diverted from this topic that might cause embarrassment.

"Where did you get these things?"

"From the hands of a collector."

Lu Zhou immediately asked.

"Can you still get in touch with 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'm afraid I can't help you. If you're interested in Professor Abel's relics, those notes are all there is to it. Although I didn't expect my granddaughter to give them all to you, ...... In short, I hope you can take good care of them. ”

Capturing the trace of shame that flashed in the old man's eyes, Lu Zhou affirmed the guess in his heart.

Sure enough, most of the descendants of this so-called Professor Abel were self-appointed by this old man. He had the impression that the genius who had only lived for more than twenty years had only one fiancée, and ignoring the illegitimate child, the possibility of him leaving an offspring was almost negligible.

The reason why Molina's mood was so unstable last night was because she knew about it.

Thinking of the resistance on Mo Lina's face when facing the old man when she was at the door just now, Lu Zhou was silent for a while, and suddenly spoke.

"Your granddaughter was very emotional last night...... Ah, I didn't mean that. ”

"I know, it looks like you've seen it, it's a lame lie, right?"

Knowing what Lu Zhou wanted to say, a trace of gloom flashed in the old man's eyes.

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 it seriously, and by the time I realized it, things had already become like this. ”

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

"I think the reason why she is angry and so emotional must not be because she is not a descendant of Professor Abel, but because the person closest to her has deceived her...... And deceived for almost thirty years. ”

Bloodlines mean nothing to science, just as most genius ideas are born by chance, and the birth of a great scholar in this world is a historical inevitability, but if it is specific to individuals in civilization, it is more of an accident.

It may be that the descendants of scholars have more advantages in education than their peers, and are more likely to be influenced by their parents in the choice of major, but there is no such thing as saying that they will definitely become scientists.

After a pause, Lu Zhou continued.

“…… Although I am not an outsider who has a position to say this, I suggest that you should be honest with her to apologize. ”

The old man shook his head with a painful expression and said, "She won't forgive me, and I won't forgive myself......"

"You should decide whether she forgives or not, 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 there is no way to do this kind of thing, but I don't think she has embarked on a 'wrong' path." ”

"As for the expectations she has imposed on herself, it's better to have them gone."

The so-called self-blame is nothing more than thinking that his lie has affected his granddaughter's life. But at least in the eyes of Lu Zhou, an outsider, things are not what the old man thinks.

It is impossible to stick to this path for more than 20 years by relying only on the sense of mission imposed on oneself.

And for Molina, knowing the truth of the matter is not a bad thing.

At the very least, be able to put your mindset right.

Although it is difficult for her to reach the height of first-tier scholars with her talent, she can already be regarded as a leader among second-tier scholars. If you calm down and dive into research, you may not have the opportunity to touch the edge of the Fields Medal before the age of forty.

Of course, whether you can touch it or not is another matter.

After all, the transformation from a second-tier scholar to a first-tier scholar is not only a matter of sweat.

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

People who can do this completely regardless of the factor of luck are very rare, no matter what era they are.

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

It was a long, long time before he spoke.

"Thanks, maybe you're right."

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

"Just a little advice."