In the Atlantic Ocean, the breeze swept the entire east coast with a little coolness.
Area 1, Newark Airport, New Jersey, USA, in Terminal 3, two middle-aged men stood by the glass window of the observation deck, looking at the huge Boeing 760 parked on the tarmac.
In the transparent glass boarding channel, a figure is walking towards the plane carrying a backpack.
"Tell me, why doesn't he want to stay? Is it that good to just go back to China?"
Standing by the glass window, a middle-aged man in a suit seemed to be asking about his companions, or mumbling to himself.
Over the years, he has lost count of how many times he has personally come to invite someone to stay.
Even if you give him the honor of being a national academician of the United States, even if you give him the most relaxed and cooperative scientific research environment, and try to make him like this place, it will be of no avail.
No matter what they do, they can't change that person's attitude.
On the side, another man wearing casual clothes and gold-rimmed glasses stared at the plane outside the window and shook his head slightly.
Perhaps only the person who has entered the plane now knows this answer, right?
But no matter what, they lost one of the world's top scientists today.
We lost a physics genius who won the Nobel Prize for Physics twice and was hailed by the physics community as the fourth person after Newton, Einstein and Maxwell.
At the same time, we also lost a mathematician who won the Fields Medal, and a top scientific researcher who could expand the boundaries in the materials world.
Turning his head, he glanced at the middle-aged man in a suit and tie beside him, opened his mouth, but stopped talking.
He really wanted to ask what price the red country paid to let go of such a great talent of the century who was worth a city or even a country.
But he knew in his heart that these things were beyond the control of his humble physics professor at Harvard University.
.......
Late at night, a Boeing 760 loaded with passengers took off from Newark Airport in New Jersey. Xu Chuan was sitting in the cabin, leaning against the window and looking at the bustling city below.
Fifteen years ago, not long after he turned 21, he completed college studies at Sanjiang Normal University. When he received his diploma, he also received an admission notice from Princeton University.
I thought I would be able to return to China in four or five years after studying abroad, but I didn’t expect that I would stay in this strange country for fifteen years.
The cause was a paper he published on "The Mechanism of Nuclear Energy Beta Radiation Energy Concentration and Conversion into Electric Energy" during his first year as a professor at Princeton University.
Later, he was invited by an atomic energy experimental institution because of this paper, and entered the atomic energy laboratory to conduct experimental research on the paper.
In two years, under his leadership, the experimental research on the mechanism of nuclear beta radiation energy concentration and conversion into electrical energy was successfully completed.
It was precisely because of this project that he won the first Nobel Prize in Physics in his life. At the same time, he was awarded the honor of being an academician of the National Academy of Sciences.
After the experiment was completed, Xu Chuan was also preparing to return to China.
However, an accident happened. On the day he left, he was temporarily banned from leaving on the grounds that he participated in a core confidential experiment and involved the leakage of core information, pending an investigation.
This waiting investigation lasted for ten years.
As a scientific researcher, Xu Chuan's sense of smell is not very keen, but after his first few attempts to return to China failed, he probably understood that he might not be able to go back.
Although I know some other professors and have help from teachers, colleagues and friends at Princeton University, relatively speaking, the abilities of these scholars are too weak.
After ten years of investigation, if you add in the five years he spent studying abroad, he has stayed here for fifteen years.
How many more fifteen years are there in life?
But it's not too late now. He is not yet thirty-eight years old, and he still has at least two fifteen years to show off his talents.
The trees are thousands of feet high, and the leaves have fallen back to their roots; the tired birds return home, and the wanderers miss their loved ones. More than ten years have passed, and the hometown he misses so much can be seen in more than ten hours.
Thinking of this, Xu Chuan showed a smile on his face and reached out to touch the backpack on his lap.
Here are some of his scientific research ideas for more than ten years, most of which are random notes. It is precisely because of this that these things can be taken away by him.
And under his feet, he had more scientific research results and documents and papers left there.
But Xu Chuan no longer cares about this. The knowledge is all in his mind. As long as he wants to, it is not difficult to rewrite and develop it.
.......
The twelve-hour flight passed quickly, and the Boeing 760 drew a perfect arc along the outer line of the Arctic Circle.
When the sun rises in the distant horizon, the coastline where the sea and land meet begins to glow red, and the fiery red tomorrow seems to tear apart the darkness.
Looking at the sunrise in the sky, Xu Chuan couldn't help but smile on his face; in more than half an hour, he will be able to step into the territory of the motherland. He hopes that his talent can also make the motherland rise like this red sun.
Suddenly, a feeling of weightlessness surged from beneath his feet, quickly bringing his consciousness back to reality from his trance.
"The plane is diving?"
The feeling of falling rapidly and the scenery outside the window made Xu Chuan's pupils suddenly shrink. The chaos in the cabin made him realize something, but he was unable to do anything.
In just over a minute, with a deafening roar, flames rose into the sky from the sea, and the huge Boeing 760 disappeared into the vast sea, leaving only countless body fragments floating on the water.
