Xu was due to taking medicine. As soon as he finished browsing Weibo, sleepiness struck his mind. He nibbled some bread indiscriminately, and Meng Zezhi fell into a deep sleep when he returned to his room.

When woke up again, it was the next morning.

After washing his face in a daze, reluctantly, Dean Fu's...except Zhu Zhengqing's.

Find out the phone number and dial it, and the voice also shows the off state.

Meng Zezhi felt that something was not quite right.

He first called Professor Wan.

Professor Wan said straight to the point: "Do you still have the one-liners? Give me a few more."

He was talking about a single-line version of Meng Zezhi's paper proving Goldbach's conjecture published in the Annals of Mathematics.

The Yearbook of Mathematics gave Meng Zezhi 30 copies in total, and Meng Zezhi remembered that he had sent five copies to Professor Wan as a birthday gift.

He asked, "What's wrong?"

Professor Wan said vaguely: "It's not that you Uncle Xia and the others came to see me in the nursing home yesterday afternoon. I couldn't hold back for a while, and took out the few separate books you gave me..."

It is said to be taken out to see, but in fact it is taken out to show off.

Meng Zezhi took a look at the old man's thoughts.

"As a result, guess what," Professor Wan said angrily: "They are all old and eighty people. It's okay to have a face. They even took something and ran away, and they couldn't catch up."

He also thought about keeping one or two copies to be cremated and brought into the urn together after he died, but it turned out that these guys were good, and he didn't leave a copy.

Although he said so, it is not difficult to hear the pride in Professor Wan's tone.

"Okay." Meng Zezhi smiled even more: "When you are free, I will send you a few more copies."

"Five more." Professor Wan urged: "You must remember."

"Eh!"

After hanging up, Meng Zezhi called Dean Fu again.

"I'm sorry, Dean Fu, I wasn't feeling well yesterday, so I went to bed early. Do you have anything to do with me?"

"Not feeling well? Are you feeling better now?"

"It's much better, please take care of Dean Fu."

"That's good," Dean Fu said about the business: "I am in a hurry to find Professor Meng, mainly for two things. One is the report meeting, which we have already agreed on, and the specific I will also ask you for your opinion on some of the arrangements. This second thing..."

Dean Fu made no secret of the excitement in his tone: "People's Daily, News University, and Beijing Daily are three newspapers planning to give you a joint interview, what do you think of Professor Meng?"

What should come will always come.

Meng Zezhi nodded: "This is a good thing, but you also know President Fu, recently, my health has not been very good, and now I am busy preparing for the report meeting. Speeches and PPTs. Interviews or whatever, if it’s not necessary, you can avoid it.”

Recalling that Meng Zezhi has indeed lost weight recently, Dean Fu suppressed the disappointment in his heart. He also hoped that through Meng Zezhi's shareholder style, the popularity of the Department of Mathematics of Peking University in China would be raised to a higher level!

He said: "The body is the most important, the body is the most important, don't worry, I know it."

He added: "It's not easy to talk about this on the phone, Professor Meng, are you free now?"

"Yes." Meng Zezhi said, "How about I go to the office to find you?"

"good."

Hanging up the phone, Meng Zezhi drove to Beijing University.

He was not in a hurry to find Dean Fu, but went to the laboratory first.

After greeting Xu Yehua and others, Meng Zezhi asked, "By the way, where is Professor Zhu?"

"You said Professor Zhu?" Xu Yehua said: "He asked for leave, saying that the elder in the family was sick."

"Then do you know where his house is?"

"I haven't heard him say that."

"Is that so?" Meng Zezhi frowned slightly.

It's a good thing to know Zhu Zhengqing's whereabouts, but thought again, such a big thing, it makes no sense that Zhu Zhengqing would not talk to him!

And his phone is still off...

With such a rambunctious effort, the dean's office arrived, and he knocked on the door.

"President Fu."

"Professor Meng is here." Dean Fu was blushing and poured him a cup of tea himself.

Meng Zezhi took it with both hands, and straight to the point: "About the report meeting?"

Speaking of business, Dean Fu instantly became serious: "That's it, the specific matters of the report meeting will be arranged by the academic committee and the student union. I invite Professor Meng to come here. First, we will discuss the specific time arrangement of the report meeting. , and the second is to determine the invitation list."

Meng Zezhi nodded: "As for the time, let's set it on next Saturday. It will be held in two days. On the first and second mornings, I will lecture on Goldbach's conjecture. In the afternoon, there is a question-and-answer session. Is that ok?"

"sure."

Speaking, Dean Fu handed Meng Zezhi a document: "This is the list of participants drawn up by the academic committee, you can take a look."

Meng Zezhi picked it up and flipped through it casually. There were no less than 200 well-known scholars at home and abroad.

"no problem."

"That's fine." After speaking, Dean Fu brought up a thick stack of invitation letters from under the table, and said with a smile, "Finally, I have to trouble Professor Meng to sign your name on these invitation letters."

Looking at these beautifully styled invitations, Meng Zezhi's forehead trembled.

Half an hour after he left the dean's office, Meng Zezhi rubbed his sore wrist and couldn't help but think of Zhu Zhengqing again. At this moment, his cell phone rang.

"Hey, where have you been?"

"Hey, how is your body?"

The two voices sounded at almost the same time and disappeared at the same time, leaving only two clear and one shallow breathing.

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi chuckled, his voice was low, magnetic, and gentle: "I'm fine, how about you?"

Zhu Zhengqing reached out and rubbed his ears, his eyes flashing slightly.

Such a nice voice, if you were doing that...

His breathing micro-relief, surface but not significantly, he said:. "I know my grandpa and your things."

"Ah?" Meng know the pace of a lag.

For Zhuzheng Qing family background, he knows a little more or less.

Zhuzheng Qing parents died young, at home only a grandfather. His grandfather backing is not small, not before retirement, is the chairman and party secretary Shipbuilding Industry Corporation, the senior engineer, enjoy "special government allowance" to enjoy the benefits ministerial level after retirement.

Shipbuilding Industry Corporation of China is one of the country's top ten military industrial complex.

How else to say Zhuzheng Qing is after the door.

"How did he say?"

Zhuzheng Qing looked out of the window is holding a big orange cat in the sun old man, he said:. "He took me to pretend to be sick lie back and let it break my legs to come forward."

Heard, Bangladesh is known loosened his tie: "Then what?"

"He could not bear." Zhuzheng Qing light laugh.

Bangladesh is known not help a sigh of relief, he said: "? I need it now to see Father"

Zhuzheng Qing sigh loudly: "Do not, he is now a fit of anger it!"

He hum said: "He's too big you are old."

More than you!

Bangladesh is known well aware, his lips unstoppable rise slowly and loudly: "How about you?"

Zhuzheng Qing heart under a little drunk: "I do not mind."

He said that men like pure wine, the longer the more fragrant, the phrase used in Bangladesh to know who is very appropriate.

. "Ah" Meng you know croon soon, very satisfied with the attitude of the Zhuzheng Qing: "When did you come back?"

Zhuzheng Qing reluctantly said: "After a few days, I would like to spend more time with my grandfather at home."

"Good." Bangladesh is known nodded.

Author has to say: Meng you know: seventy years of wine can not smell?