A young boy from the 1970s, separated from his family, fled famine and led his younger brother into

"I'll accept you."

When the old man uttered those hoarse yet solemn words, Lu Nianci's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

She knew that with the most devout attitude and the most sincere promise, she had knocked on the long-sealed door to the heart of this reclusive master!

"Teacher!" She kowtowed again respectfully.

This time it was a true apprenticeship ceremony.

"Get up... get up quickly, my... student."

The old man, trembling, personally helped her up from the cold ground.

Tears streamed down his face, a complex mix of joy, excitement, and... a new lease on life.

"Teacher, what's your name?" Lu Nianci stood up, patted the dust off her knees, and asked.

The old man was silent for a moment, his cloudy eyes gazing into the distance, as if piercing through time and space to see that once vibrant and spirited past that could never be returned to.

My surname is Chen.

"A single name, Mo."

Chen Mo.

A name that exudes a scholarly air.

"Teacher Chen," Lu Nianci called out respectfully.

"From now on, come find me in the library's storage room every afternoon after school." Chen Mo looked at her, his eyes, which had regained their light, filled with expectation. "Whatever you want to learn, I'll teach you."

"good!"

……

From that day on, Lu Nianci's campus life was divided into two parts.

During the day, she plays the role of a "well-behaved" prodigy who skipped grades at school.

She no longer deliberately pursues that seemingly dazzling "perfect score".

Her grades consistently ranked in the top three of her class.

It can satisfy the teacher without attracting unnecessary jealousy and trouble by being too sharp.

She even started trying to get along with her classmates.

She would distribute the candy that Li Hao and his friends "offered" to classmates who came from poor families and were usually quiet.

She would highlight a few "must-know" key points for Ma Xiaohong and the others before the exam.

With a mature and sophisticated social skill beyond her years, she transformed herself from a "public enemy" ostracized by the entire class into a popular "little teacher" in the shortest amount of time.

After school in the afternoon.

She would immediately shed the disguise of an "ordinary student" and transform into a sponge with an endless thirst for knowledge.

The military library, that dark, damp storage room filled with old newspapers and tattered books, became her and Chen Mo's...secret classroom.

Here, Chen Mo imparted his vast and profound knowledge to her without reservation.

They talked about Plato's Republic and Marx's Capital.

The discussion started with Newton's classical mechanics and then moved on to Einstein's theory of relativity.

From the most basic German alphabet to Shakespeare's sonnets.

Chen Mo was like a giant who had opened a treasure trove, presenting Lu Nianci with those brilliant pearls that had been sealed away by the times, one by one.

Lu Nianci, with her extraordinary comprehension and memory, greedily absorbed and digested all this knowledge, making it a part of herself.

Her knowledge base is rapidly expanding and improving.

In just one month, she had learned the knowledge that would normally take a person several years or even decades to master.

Looking at his only student, Chen Mo was filled with unprecedented shock and...ecstasy!

He knew he hadn't misjudged him!

This child was sent by God to inherit his mantle!

"Teacher, I still don't understand."

That day, after explaining Fermat's Last Theorem, Lu Nianci frowned and raised a question that had troubled her for a long time.

"Why should someone like you stay here and endure such humiliation?"

"With your talent and knowledge, you should be a national treasure wherever you go. Why... don't you leave?"

This question instantly cooled down the lively academic atmosphere in the storage room.

The smile on Chen Mo's face gradually disappeared.

He remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking.

His voice was filled with endless vicissitudes and...sorrow.

"Leave?" "Where can I go?"

"In this world, besides these 'junk' thoughts in my head that no one cares about or understands, I... have nothing left."

"I'm staying here not because I don't want to leave."

"It's because I have nowhere else to go."

"This is my final... final resting place, and also the... grave I chose for myself."

She looked at the giant before her, who was as proud as an emperor in the kingdom of knowledge, yet as insignificant as a speck of dust in the real world.

A tremendous, indescribable sorrow gripped her heart.

"teacher……"

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore." Chen Mo waved his hand, not wanting his negative emotions to affect this promising child.

He pulled out an old, yellowed book wrapped tightly in oil paper from the bottom of a dilapidated wooden box.

The book had no cover, and the paper was yellowed and brittle due to its age.

The notes on it were all handwritten in a script that Lu Nianci couldn't understand.

"This is……"

"These are some immature things I wrote back then." Chen Mo's eyes became incredibly complicated.

He handed the book to Lu Nianci.

"Take this book home and read it."

"But remember this!" His tone became more serious than ever before, "This book must never be seen by anyone other than you!"

"Especially...your father, Lu Zhenguo!"

"Otherwise, it will not only harm you, but also... harm all of us!"