All wrong.

This was the second time Lin Xian had heard that phrase.

The math experts 600 years from now evaluated *An Introduction to the Cosmic Constant* the same way Teacher Qi Yan was evaluating Liu Feng now...

All wrong!

Those four words were devastating to a scholar.

But then he thought about it.

Perhaps it was because everyone believed *An Introduction to the Cosmic Constant* was wrong and worthless that it survived unscathed for 600 years, even escaping the Five Finger Mountain of the Genius Club.

Otherwise, with the Genius Club's cautious methods,

forget how long Liu Feng could live.

Not a single one of Liu Feng's scratch papers would have been left in the world.

If you reasoned from that angle...

Perhaps the current Genius Club also couldn't understand what the cosmic constant was, didn't understand what 42 was, what 42 really meant.]

They didn't truly understand the truth and power of the cosmic constant until Da Lian Mao's father calculated the result of 42 in 2624.]

Interesting.

A theory everyone considered wrong was actually the most correct.

The fact that the result of the cosmic constant was the number 42 was not important, what was important was... why 42, and what did 42 mean.

Without a doubt.

The person who could best answer this question was Da Lian Mao's father, the only one in history who knew the truth.

And the second closest person to the answer... Lin Xian believed, was probably Liu Feng, the author of *An Introduction to the Cosmic Constant*.

...

Since this mentor, Qi Yan, also thought *An Introduction to the Cosmic Constant* was completely wrong, there was no need to continue the conversation.

Lin Xian got Liu Feng's address from him and left.

He also learned that.

Liu Feng and Li Qiqi were both students at Shanxi University. They both came from poor families and were practically orphans. They met and fell in love while working to support themselves through school.

After graduating with their bachelor's degrees, Liu Feng continued to study for his master's, while Li Qiqi went to work to support Liu Feng's studies and research.

It was a pity...

Trouble always comes to those already burdened, and misfortune finds the unfortunate.

Not long after Liu Feng graduated with his master's degree, just as the two were planning their wedding, Li Qiqi was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.

Pancreatic cancer was known as the king of all cancers, mainly because it had the lowest survival rate and the highest mortality rate. The vast majority of those diagnosed did not live past three years, and the five-year survival rate was only 5%.

No wonder.

Lin Xian recalled the small piece of paper in *An Introduction to the Cosmic Constant* 600 years later. It seemed that was Li Qiqi's last will and testament.

"I hope I can still see a living Li Qiqi."

Lin Xian took the address of Liu Feng's home...

...

Liu Feng's residence was very remote.

Far from the city, in the most remote corner of the county, it was clear his living conditions were not good.

It was already dark when Lin Xian arrived.

The area was full of haphazardly built houses. Just as Lin Xian was wondering where to start looking for Liu Feng's house...

Creak.

The iron gate of a low-walled courtyard was pushed open, and a man wearing a yellow helmet and a yellow vest came out pushing a motorcycle.

A huge yellow box was strapped to the back seat of the motorcycle.

This!

That familiar color scheme!

A delivery uniform!

When the delivery boy looked up to adjust his helmet strap, Lin Xian saw his face—

"Liu Feng!?"

Lin Xian's voice was loud.

Because seeing a master's student in a delivery uniform was just too shocking!

The young man was slightly stunned and looked at Lin Xian:

"You are?"

Judging by his reaction, it must be Liu Feng.

Lin Xian walked up and shook hands with Liu Feng:

"Hello, Liu Feng, my name is Lin Xian."

Liu Feng shook hands with Lin Xian blankly, then looked at him:

"Is there something I can help you with? I don't think I know you."

Lin Xian explained his purpose:

"I met your mentor Qi Yan at Shanxi University. To be honest, I'm very interested in your research project, and I want to fund you."

"What project?" Liu Feng was surprised:

"The cosmic constant?"

"Yes," Lin Xian nodded:

"Although many people say your theory is wrong, I think it might actually be correct. If you don't mind, I'd like to provide you with a laboratory and funding so you can continue this research."

Liu Feng chuckled twice.

Then he lowered his head and opened the delivery order app on his phone holder:

"Thank you for saying that. But... I'm sorry, the cosmic constant and all that is no longer important to me."

"Is it about Li Qiqi?"

Lin Xian said bluntly:

"I can also take care of all of Li Qiqi's treatment costs. Don't look at me as so young, I'm actually quite wealthy."

"Did Teacher Qi tell you all this?" Liu Feng said softly while operating his phone.

Lin Xian nodded again:

"I know a little bit about your situation. I think... you're running deliveries now mainly to earn money, right?"

"Yes," Liu Feng sighed:

"Qiqi's treatment is very expensive. Special medicines, regular dialysis, chemotherapy, etc. I usually tutor, and in my spare time I run deliveries. Ordinary jobs can't support a cancer patient, especially for people like us who have no family background."

"So..." Lin Xian patted Liu Feng on the shoulder:

"Why not consider what I just said? I can fund your research and cover Li Qiqi's medical expenses. It's a good thing for both of you, isn't it?"

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm sorry, I don't plan to study the cosmic constant anymore."

Ding-dong.

The sound of a delivery order rang on Liu Feng's phone.

He swiped his phone screen and said softly:

"Teacher Qi did tell you a lot, but some things Teacher Qi doesn't know. Qiqi's body wasn't good to begin with. Back then, to let me study for my master's and do research, she worked several jobs a day... The reason her body is like this now is probably because she overworked herself back then."

"Actually, thinking about it now, Teacher Qi was right. Kids like us should focus on life. It's all my fault for being so headstrong back then. And most importantly..."

Liu Feng raised his head, looked at Lin Xian, his eyes were very desolate:

"Qiqi is already in the late stages of pancreatic cancer. She won't live much longer. I want to spend as much time with her as possible in the little time she has left."

Lin Xian looked into his eyes, feeling as if they were a pool of stagnant water:

"Don't you want to know... whether your *Introduction to the Cosmic Constant* is right or wrong?"

"It's wrong."

Liu Feng answered without thinking:

"Whether within the realm of mathematics or outside of it, it is undoubtedly wrong."

"I'm sorry, I have to go."

Liu Feng kicked up the motorcycle stand and looked at Lin Xian one last time:

"I haven't studied the cosmic constant in a long time... If you hadn't mentioned it today, I would have almost forgotten."

Tutututu...

The motorcycle sped away with black smoke, disappearing into the tangled streets.

...

Lin Xian stood in the evening breeze, smelling the exhaust fumes gradually spreading in the air, watching the direction Liu Feng had left...

Liu Feng's eyes were the kind of hopeless, living-dead eyes.

It was as if he didn't care about anything anymore.

But Lin Xian believed...

He must have struggled and worked hard before, but this world was just too unfriendly to the little people at the bottom.

The hardships of life were enough to crush all dreams and persistence.

Not every artist becomes Van Gogh after death.

An even more tragic fact was...

When Van Gogh was alive, he wasn't Van Gogh either. He was just an unknown nobody, and his paintings were worthless.

Just like Liu Feng in front of him.

Perhaps.

His research was too ahead of its time...

Far ahead of the times.

Too far ahead.

Even 600 years later, humans still couldn't understand his work and still classified it as a worthless "testament to love" that was completely wrong.

It wasn't even qualified to be displayed in the academic works exhibition area.

Lin Xian inexplicably thought of a quote evaluating Mendel, the founder of genetics—

Genius transcends the times, bringing only loneliness and contempt.]

In this world now...

Probably only he himself firmly believed that *Introduction to the Cosmic Constant* was correct.

Really, only himself.

Because from Liu Feng's eyes just now... Lin Xian could feel that even he himself had no confidence in *Introduction to the Cosmic Constant*.

Or... he had already given up on himself after countless rejections and setbacks.

The dark clouds dispersed.

Moonlight shone down.

The remote suburbs also became bright. Perhaps most of the people living here were migrant workers. At this time when every family should be warmly lit, it was bleak and lifeless.

Creak————

The door of Liu Feng's low-walled courtyard opened.

After more than ten seconds, a wheelchair slowly moved out.

A slender girl wearing a large white beret, a white cotton coat, and a white blanket turned her wheelchair out of the house.

Her arms were very thin...

It could be seen that just turning the wheelchair was exhausting her.

It took her several minutes to struggle from the house to the middle of the yard, looking up at the dark and bright night sky.

Perhaps noticing Lin Xian's gaze...

She turned her head, smiled slightly at Lin Xian, and nodded in greeting.

This girl was really too thin.

She only had a little more flesh than Xu Yiyi on the hospital bed.

Without thinking, this must be Liu Feng's girlfriend, or already his wife, Li Qiqi.

Lin Xian slowly walked to the chest-high courtyard wall, deliberately keeping a certain distance, and waved to Li Qiqi with a smile:

"Hello, Qiqi, can we talk?"