Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

For Jinling, December is already winter.

The red leaves of the mountain have retreated, leaving the ground full of dead yellow leaves, but if you look at them, you can still see a slice of green from the mountain. For those coniferous forests, winter is their home.

Because of the proximity of the home, occasionally it is not a busy time, the boats often change into sportswear, come to the area for morning runs or late runs.

For him, it's like his back garden. Ask who knows this area better than him. Probably the people who are technically clear and responsible for his safety work...

“… I remember attending the Academic Conference as if someone had organized a climbing event, why didn't you go with them? ”

FARTINGS: “… I'm an old man and a young man with nothing to play with. ”

The Ark cautioned, “I'm a young man, too. ”

Faltines was silent for a while and spoke in a careless tone.

“… well, I almost forgot if you didn't say so. ”

Ark: “…”

After all, he was too old to keep up with his strength. He had just reached the waist of the mountain, and Professor Fartings was wheezing. Unbuttoning the trench coat, he took off the dome cap worn over his head, looked back at the stone steps he had already taken, and looked at the empty mountain road, he gasped.

“Here… there seems to be no one here? ”

“It's late December, after all," he said, stopping. One hand of the ark held up his lower knee, one hand touched the water bottle from the climbing bag behind him and drank it. He wiped his mouth and continued, "It's not a holiday in this cold weather, rarely can you see the tourists. To see the most beautiful Purple Gold Mountain, you have to wait for the beginning of October. At that time, the mountains were filled with gold, waiting for the wind to blow like a wave. ”

Fartings' eyebrows were picked out and seemed a little interested.

“Looks like you come here a lot? ”

The ark laughed and said, "My villa is halfway up the hill. ”

Faltines: "…”

Although he is the director of the Maple Institute of Mathematics, his savings are clearly not enough for him to cover the side of the scenic area...

But it doesn't really matter.

At this age, neither the house nor the car is worth pursuing anymore.

After a short break, the two continued to move forward.

After walking on the mountain for a while, Professor Fartings had already gasped a little, although he seemed to want to insist on seeing the stubborn old man, considering his physical condition, the ark had to deduce that it was too late, and that it was not only inconvenient to walk down the mountain, but there was nothing to see, which persuaded the old man.

The two men stopped in a half-hillion-waisted sitting area, and the ark found a familiar venue and, after greeting the owner, asked him to help bring a roasted fish and beer to the table.

Sitting on a stone table next to the railing, the two of them ate roasted fish and chatted.

“The grilled fish here is better than last night at the hotel… what's its name? ”

“No name," a beer opened, and the ark laughed and said, "You can see it in many small restaurants in China, generally called roast fish, or Wanzhou roast fish. The practice is basically the same, the difference is just that the ingredients are slightly different, the meals are suitable, especially for drinking... Speaking of which, can you drink? ”

Professor Fartings smiled slightly and his thin fingers snapped open the pull loop of the jar.

“Are there Germans who don't drink? In the countryside where I live, it may not be as convenient to go to the supermarket, but I'm sure I'll find a tavern to drink. ”

The ark shrugged and said with a smile.

“Really? Why didn't I notice when I went to Berlin? ”

“Because it's downtown, it's not a place to enjoy life," he sipped a beer, and Professor Fartings stretched his hand and wiped his mouth, throwing his gaze to a mountain road not far away.

The sky has grown dusk, pulling out a gauzy halo on the edge of the jungle. Looking at the beautiful scenery, he squinted his eyes, and the old man grabbed his phone from his pocket and took a picture.

“… by the way, how far is the top of the mountain? ”

The ark thought for a while and replied.

“At that rate, it's about two hours away. ”

Professor Faltins was silent for a while and suddenly sighed with regret.

“I'm afraid I can't go up there. ”

After hearing this, the ark was silent for a while.

Though the old gentleman seemed to have something to say, he didn't know what to answer at the moment. He could only comfort himself with words and take the subject to a less onerous place.

“It's okay, there's still plenty of opportunities. Next time we can leave early. ”

However, it was not known whether he had not received his kindness or whether he had not taken this heavy weight into account at all.

Looking at the sunset in the sky, Professor Fartings was silent for a while, shook his head and said slowly

“Time is unequal, especially for the few of us left, counting almost all the unfinished things and counting the rest of our lives. ”

Everyone is equal before time.

Both kings and farmers face death on an equal footing when the final moment comes.

After a half-minute pause, the old man retracted his gaze from the distant sunset and his gaze returned to the face of the ark.

“Now you are probably the closest thing in the world to God… or the closest thing to the truth. For the first time since Mr. Grotendik's death, I have felt that there is such a person in the world that he is likely to know the answers to which we all aspire. ”

Ark: “… thank you for the compliment. ”

“It's not a compliment, it's a piece of advice… of course, it also contains the blessing of a bad old man," Professor Fartings continued after a deep look at the ark, "Whether I can see the day or not, I hope you don't give up. If anyone could really solve this problem, it would probably just be you. ”

Speaking of this, the old Germanic man, who was always cynical when he laughed and couldn't move, suddenly pulled the corner of his dry mouth and said it with a mouth like it was a joke.

“... if I was gone that day, remember to leave a copy on my headstone. But don't make me wait too long, I'm afraid something will climb out of my tombstone and knock on your door. ”

Silently drinking, the ark suddenly laughed and said.

“Forget the tombstone, I swear I won't keep you waiting too long... I'll definitely be able to find the exit of this maze within three years at the latest. ”

“Three years?”

Funned by the words of the Ark, Faltines laughed.

He shook his head and looked towards the top of the mountain before continuing.

“It's so nice to be young. ”