The summer nights always come slower.
When the family had finished eating and put down their dishes, there was still some afterglow of the setting sun in the sky. Jing Changjia ate slowly. He was alone on the hospital bed holding a thermos cup and sucking slowly. The others did not rush him and just sat around the bed chatting.
Hearing Yang Heng mention that Feng Zhaoye had been here in the afternoon, Aunt Jing immediately said, "Is that kid Xiao Feng here again? He is so busy but he still finds time to visit Jiajia. You must cherish this friend Jiajia."
"Is he the child who saved Jiajia?" Jing's mother asked quickly, "He came to see Jiajia again."
Jing Changjia originally only had an ear to listen to their chat, but when he heard what they said, he interrupted with some surprise: "He saved me? How did he save me?"
Jing's mother still felt a little scared when she recalled the day she received the news: "The situation was very dangerous after you fell. There were trees under the cliff, and it was raining. The drone's infrared search failed to find you at the beginning."
"No." Aunt Jing said immediately, "After looking for you all day and night, your mother almost went crazy."
But this is also very strange.
Although the school military training has to train students, it will not be arranged in any dangerous places. That mountain is the mountain in the city, with an altitude of only more than 2,000 meters. The entire mountain is highly developed. There are many unique farmhouses on both sides of the mountain road, and it is a place where people in the city often go to play.
The difficulty of searching and rescuing Jing Changjia after he fell from the cliff should not have been so high.
But unfortunately, the drone and the search and rescue team searched all day and night in the rain, but no one was seen.
Mother Jing and Aunt Jing looked at each other and tacitly skipped this strange thing that made them scared. They only said calmly: "It was raining at the time and the visibility was not good. It was Xiao Feng who went down the cliff with the safety rope to look for you before he found you." of."
"Didn't the drone find me?" Jing Changjia nodded thoughtfully, "It seems that the rain is affecting the search and rescue."
"That's true." Jing's mother said, "But fortunately you are getting better gradually. When you are discharged from the hospital, we will go to thank Xiao Feng."
"Okay." Jing Changjia responded casually and said in his head, "System, is this your fault?"
"When the host was about to be bound, the host had an accident and his life condition was unknown. The system had to spend a lot of energy to maintain the host's life state." The system replied, "After calculation, this may be one of the reasons that caused the unknown fault and caused the distortion of time and space. one."
Jing Changjia was startled when he heard this: "So, you also saved me."
He paused and said seriously: "Thank you."
"You're welcome, host. As long as you start the live broadcast as soon as possible, it will be the best thank you to the system."
Jing Changjia frowned: "Okay."
As the conditions agreed upon from the beginning, Jing Changjia did not resist the live broadcast. After all, he has lived in Dahongchao for more than ten years. Now that he returns, live broadcast may become his only connection with Hongchao.
It's just that in his previous imagination, it would be a good time to broadcast live after he recovers and is discharged from the hospital.
But now that the system requires energy like this, maybe he needs to change his mind.
Thoughts were racing through his mind, but his life was still going according to plan.
I sweat profusely every day and work hard to rehabilitate. When I have free time, I grab a pen and write and draw in a new notebook. Occasionally, I play a guest role as Yang Heng’s tutor, taking on the responsibility of providing care to this little kid who has a brain that sometimes doesn’t work. My cousin is responsible for making up lessons.
Yang Heng never expected that during such a relaxing summer vacation without homework, he would still need to make up classes. But the one who caught him making up lessons was his weak, pitiful, helpless and inseparable brother. He could only frown and stay in the ward to attend classes.
It took him a whole morning to slowly finish writing a test paper for the first year of high school. Yang Heng crawled next to Jing Changjia like a worm and peered into Jing Changjia's notebook.
He had already used many pages of the newly purchased notebook. When he looked around, he saw that it was full of ghostly drawings, with not a single intelligible symbol at all.
"Brother, are you exercising your fingers?" Yang Heng asked.
After accompanying his brother in rehabilitation for so many days, he understood that writing is a more delicate hand movement than grasping. Reading his brother’s book, it’s clear that the road to recovery is long and arduous.
Jing Changjia smiled and said, "I'm making money."
"How much money can you make by painting this talisman?" Yang Heng chuckled, "You can only sell it to me. For your sake, I can give you a hundred yuan!"
"Then you're short of money." Jing Changjia said calmly, "Someone is willing to pay one million Buyigo gold."
Bouygo is a country on the other side of the ocean, and the exchange ratio between its currency and Longxia is 1:7. One million Buyigo gold, that is seven million Long Xia coins.
Yang Heng didn't take his brother's words seriously at all. He hummed a few times and then applied to play the game.
Jing Changjia sighed: "You study hard now and work hard to take the exam. When you pass the postgraduate entrance exam, you might be able to become my student. If you don't work hard now, what will you do if you can't even get into my school?"
"Brother, why don't I ask a doctor to take a look at your brain." Yang Heng lay on the bed and muttered, "With your body like this, maybe by the time I get to college, you won't have graduated yet!"
Jing Changjia hit him on the head with a pen: "Go and play, don't bother me."
Yang Heng cheered, ran to the sofa in the ward and curled up to play with his mobile phone. Jing Changjia returned his attention to his notebook.
His current handwriting is really hard to read. If you show it to others, they will probably think it is a prescription handwritten by a doctor. Even he himself took time to distinguish it before he could continue to write.
Although anyone who looked at it would think it was a ghost painting, Jing Changjia painted it very seriously. Within a few days a new notebook was filled with his drawings. Seeing this, Yang Heng simply bought ten sketchbooks for him and asked him to draw with all his heart.
The new sketchbook has a large format, making it easier for Jing Changjia to use. He also deliberately controlled his fingers when using the pen. After finishing a sketchbook, his handwriting became much clearer.
When Feng Zhaoye came back, Jing Changjia had just finished writing a sketchbook and was replacing it with a new one.
"Can I take a look?" Feng Zhaoye asked him.
"Whatever." Jing Changjia handed him the old notebook.
Feng Zhaoye took the sketchbook and looked at the ghostly drawings carefully page by page. Jing Changjia let him go and opened a new notebook to continue writing.
The traces in the old sketchbook were not even the same size at first, and there were many small wavy lines of unknown meaning in the fallen handwriting. Feng Zhaoye knew that they were signs of trembling after enduring pain.
The further back you turn, the neater the handwriting becomes in the sketchbook. They began to become the same size and even shivered much less.
This entire book is the trace of Jing Changjia's efforts.
Feng Zhaoye turned to the last page, stared at the handwriting and pondered for a long time, and then turned forward page by page.
It wasn't until the book returned to the first page that he cautiously spoke: "Hodge's conjecture?"
Jing Changjia's immersed thoughts were interrupted by the voice. He stopped writing in surprise: "How did you recognize it?"
"Guess from back to front." Feng Zhaoye said, "Your handwriting on the back is very clear."
Jing Changjia couldn't help laughing: "You are really a genius at recognizing handwriting." He looked at Feng Zhaoye seriously with crooked eyebrows, and then said: "And you have really changed a lot. You can't blame me for not recognizing it. you."
When he was in high school, Feng Zhaoye was like a peacock with its wings spread. He was arrogant and flamboyant, with "I am the best in the world" written all over his body.
But now, all his outward expressions have turned into calmness. Even his height has increased steadily, from being a hair taller than Jing Changjia in high school to half a head taller now.
"People will always grow up." Feng Zhaoye said casually, "Why do you think of this argument?"
"Exercise your brain." Jing Changjia also answered casually, "If you are lucky and find the solution, you will win the lottery."
Feng Zhaoye looked at him seriously: "Short of money?"
Jing Changjia just smiled.
Prince Yunzhong had suffered all kinds of hardships before, except the lack of money. Now that he is back home, Jing Changjia has to admit that his family is still short of money.
Although the school paid for the medical expenses, seeing that he was in the hospital and all he had to rely on was his family to take care of him. His parents even wanted to sell the restaurant they had been running all their lives. You can tell that his hospitalization also put a lot of burden on the family.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Feng Zhaoye changed the topic: "I think your idea is interesting." As he spoke, he turned the book to the middle position: "Have you read Professor Wilson's paper, this part of the calculation argument He published it in the Annual Report of Mathematics two years ago. His idea is to start from the four-color conjecture and assume the construction of infinite connected areas..."
Jing Changjia's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Manifold?"
"Yes." Feng Zhaoye took out his phone and searched for the paper, "Take a look."
Jing Changjia took the phone and looked at it carefully. Then he grabbed the new notebook and solemnly put pen to paper.
His thoughts were particularly engrossed, and he casually dismissed people who came in and out of the ward. It wasn't until his smooth train of thought got stuck again that he realized that it was already dark outside, Feng Zhaoye had left at some point, and even Yang Heng who was guarding him had been replaced by his mother.
"Jiajia, are you done?" Jing's mother was settling accounts on the sofa. When she heard him putting down his notebook, she immediately got up and walked to the bedside, "Are you hungry? Let's eat something first."
She put the notebook away carefully, set up a small table beside the bed, and then handed the thermos cup to Jing Changjia.
Jing Changjia didn't feel hungry at all when he was immersed in it. When the food fell into his stomach, he realized that he was about to starve.
The system took the opportunity to chatter in his mind, urging him to start the live broadcast. Seeing that Jing Changjia didn't respond at all, he had to change the topic: "I don't understand why you are struggling with math problems. I thought you would be more inclined. Applied physics or materials chemistry.”
These two subjects are also the two subjects that Jing Changjia has learned the most deeply in the future world. It always thought that Jing Changjia asked to bring things back just to invest in these two fields.
As a result, after being awake for more than a month, Jing Changjia has been struggling with math problems!
"System, humans are not high-dimensional beings like you." Jing Changjia said warmly, "The only things we can create while lying in bed are mathematics and poetry."
