He Shu Twilight [Entertainment]

Chapter 59

〖Mathematics continues to contribute eternal and profound knowledge to us, directly touches the essence of all things, and connects all of us across cultural, continental and historical barriers.My dream is for everyone to see the beauty in these mathematical ideas, formulas, and equations, appreciate their value, and be amazed by them.In this way, our love for the world and our love for each other will be richer and more meaningful. ―Edward Frenkel, "Love and Mathematics"〗

In the private room, He Muguang finally had a chance to eat a delicious meal. Although he said that he could order takeout, the shooting time was really tight. After the filming was over, he fell asleep exhausted, and at most he just chewed two vitamins.But today the beauty came to make him feel full of energy, fully able to support more intense exercise.

"He Shu, I didn't expect you to come." He was running around in a hurry during this time, just to be able to go back on the other party's birthday, but he came by himself. On December 29, his birthday two days ago.

"I want to come. I promised you that I would come to visit the class, so I will come naturally." What's more, he really doesn't want to let the other party run at both ends. The high-intensity work and exhaustion will overwhelm the body. How can he bear He Twilight like this. "You talk about reading books every day, and I brought them for you. "Love and Mathematics" by Edward Frenkel."

"This cover looks like Van Gogh's painting of the starry sky."

"Ah."

He Muguang turned a page randomly, [If the school only taught us how to paint fences in our compulsory "art class", but never showed us the works of Leonardo da Vinci and Picasso, how would everyone feel? Woolen cloth?Does this improve art appreciation?Do you still have the desire to continue learning?I think the answer is no.You might say, "Learning to paint in school is a waste of time. If I had to paint a fence, I could hire someone to do it." Of course, such teaching is ridiculous.But, that's how math is taught in schools.So, in the eyes of most people, learning math is like sitting by a fence waiting for the paint to dry.It is not so difficult to see the paintings of the masters of art, but the research results of the masters of mathematics are usually shelved. ]

He propped his chin to look, "Do you feel the same way?"

He Shuguang's words came from no source, which made He Shu puzzled. "What?"

"All the results are put on the shelf, will you lose it?"

He Shu had already taken off his glasses a long time ago, and said slowly while picking up the fishbone, "Academics and art, if they can't have the slightest connection with real practice, their beauty and significance will definitely be greatly reduced."

He put the boned fish into He Muguang's bowl. "But there's nothing to lose, someone will understand."

After arriving at the hotel, Zhou Gu, the considerate little assistant, had already booked the room next to He Twilight in the morning, and put He Shuo's things away.However, He Shu went straight into He Twilight's room, pressed against the door and gave him a good kiss, then let him go, rubbed his hair, "Good night."

"Is that the end?" He Muguang felt a little regretful after asking this sentence, as if showing dissatisfaction with his desires.

"It's very late, get a good night's sleep, don't you guys still have to film tomorrow?"

Having said that, it is good to feel the other party's thoughtfulness, but He Twilight always feels that something is missing.Ears and temples rubbing together, skin to skin, and completely possessing each other can wipe away the thoughts he hasn't seen for several days.

"He Shu," He Muguang held the other person's Adam's apple, gently sucked, and his wet voice overflowed vaguely, "To be honest...I just...just want to sleep with you..."

He Shu let the other party run amok on him, and tried his best to calm down the heat, "When you finish filming... you can consider... not getting out of bed for a long time."

He Muguang has always admired the other party's self-control, even though he has been teased to this point, he can still bear it.Come on, the right is to take some small advantages.Anyway, they have a long time to come.

He took a step back to widen the distance between the two of them, turned around and took off his coat and threw it on the bed, "I'll go to bed after taking a shower, Mr. He, a gentleman, you can solve it yourself." After finishing speaking, Just go straight to the bathroom.

He Shu stared at his back and smiled helplessly, helped him fold his coat and coat, and walked out of the room.

The next day, He Muguang woke up from his sleep, and what he saw was no longer his little assistant Zhou Gu, but "breakfast" He Meiren with breakfast.

He Muguang got up, and while brushing his teeth and washing his face, he yelled vaguely that this guy would feel uncomfortable all over his body as long as he didn't have a good time every day. "It's hard to come here from Pingjing, and you don't even give me a chance to share the same bed, what number, are you so worried about what I will do to you?"

He Shu hugged his waist from behind, "I'm afraid I didn't have enough self-control, what did I do to you?"

He Muguang didn't turn his head, but raised his eyebrows at the person standing behind him through the mirror. "Tsk, come on, it's not a man who just says not to sit."

He Shu wiped off the toothpaste foam on his lips, and then rubbed his lips, "When did you develop such a clingy habit."

He Muguang didn't know which tendon was cramped, so he answered directly, "It's always been there, if you don't like it, go find someone else... um..."

The back of the head was held down, the kisses were rampant, and the mint aroma of toothpaste was still in the mouth, entangled together, leaving intimate and ambiguous traces in the mirror.

"I like it..." He Shu added, "I have always liked it."

All the mountains and seas are sketched and drawn, and today they are nothing but dust from the East China Sea, a grain of sand at the fingertips, fortunately, I have always been happy.

Everyone found that He Twilight recovered from the state of a dead dog that day, and looked very happy and full of energy, just like the sand sculpture golden retriever that He Shu brought.

At the same time, He Shu, who is the spiritual pillar of He Twilight, also stayed in the crew for a day, and just stayed for a day, standing next to the golden retriever, and then being dragged by He Chengling, who was frail and idle, to play chess , and successfully won five games.

He Chengling: "..."

"Are you all so good at math?"

He Shu smiled slightly and stroked the golden retriever's hair, "Actually, I can only play chess. If I change it to something else, I won't be able to win."

So why is his luck so bad that he can be stunned by a small probability event?He Chengling was annoyed again that he was sitting on a low bench and playing chess under the shade of a big tree with such a handsome, unrestrained and suave appearance and He Shu in a suit coat. He found out that this is actually okay. It’s okay to lose chess, but at least Can't lose grace.

Thinking of this, Director He Da finally felt relieved, "I am willing to admit defeat, and I will give He Muguang a holiday tomorrow."

"Director He," He Shu smiled, but for some reason He Chengling felt cold, "I guess Twilight has already asked for tomorrow's leave, and this leave should start from today."

He Chengling felt that what the other party meant was contempt for his opportunism and lack of character, so he unconsciously felt a little more guilty, and said stiffly, "I remembered wrongly, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, give him a holiday."

"The plane back from Pingjing the day after tomorrow will arrive here at ten o'clock in the morning, and it should be noon when we get back to the set."

"..." He Chengling, "Why are you so sure that he will go to Pingjing to help you celebrate your birthday?"

"It was just a guess at first, but now..." He Shu pushed his glasses. For some reason, this situation reminded He Chengling of the "Gu" played by He Muguang in "Intheend". Anyway, he was full of villainous atmosphere. "Now, Director He, you have confirmed it for me just now."

He Chengling: "Hehe." Therefore, people who study well are really annoying.

Back at the hotel together in the evening, He Muguang took the "Love and Mathematics" that He Shu gave him to read. He didn't know where he saw it. He suddenly closed the book, put his elbows on the book, turned his palms over to support his chin, and looked at it. He stared at He Shu burningly and asked with a smile, like a good student humbly asking for advice. Of course, this must ignore the irony that cannot be concealed in his words.

"Edward Frenkel said that another theme of this book is love. Once, he used the imagination of a mathematician and discovered the 'formula of love'. Later, inspired by this formula of love, he also filmed a Movie - "A Rite of Love and Math". Every time this movie is played, he is always asked: 'Is there really a formula for love in the world?' He replied: 'All the formulas we found are love formula.' Mathematician Mr. He Shu, what do you think of this problem?"

He Shu thought about it carefully, and used the rigorous method of making a report at the International Congress of Mathematicians to make inferences, but it seemed that the answer was not what was asked.

"Mathematically speaking, in order to prove the existence of love, we must assume that the emotional fluctuations produced by the neural transmission process continue to exist as part of themselves, and their internal connections are normally maintained throughout. , and there will be a qualitative change in a special case, as far as I am concerned, the content of this change is unique. That is to say, 'if and only if' and 'have and only' make the conclusion and condition When they are both sufficient and necessary conditions, this kind of change has and only..."

He paused here, his voice lowered and became smaller, causing He Muguang to unconsciously move closer to hear He Shuo's next words clearly.

"—There is and only when any twilight appears, it will change."

When He Muguang heard this sentence, he suddenly couldn't say anything, only his heartbeat, loud as thunder, made him want to curl up and firmly hold the heart that was about to jump out of his body .

"What's wrong with you?" He Shuguang fell on the other's reddened earlobe, and asked knowingly. "What else?"

He Muguang replied with a suppressed voice, "My heart is sick."

I heard that birthdays should be shared