Chapter 1282: Chapter 1068 The Heartbroken_4

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The Heartbroken.

The Grand Finale.

[I am He Hongwei.

Recently, I haven’t met a single guest, even though the outside world’s passion for this epoch-making event has reached a fever pitch.

I have been writing a document these last few days.

In fact, it only involved writing down a few people’s names, along with a brief explanation, but every time I wrote a word, a long sigh would roll across my heart, and when I wrote the last person’s name, I could almost not hold the pen in my hand.

Now, I stand with this document, less than half a page, on the highest award podium in the scientific community.

Any assessment of my award-winning project would not be an exaggeration.

Because my laboratory and I won the award for the Grand Unified Field Equations.

This is humanity’s greatest scientific dream.

In some sense, it is the ultimate understanding of mankind…]

Me!

It’s me!

In the first-person perspective of the novel, this omnipresent “I” witnesses He Xi’s entire life.

However.

Chen Le had never overthought about who this “I” really was, simply seeing it as a narrative technique presenting a God’s eye view.

Now Chen Le understands!

This “I” is He Hongwei from a distant future, who made epoch-making progress in science and technology through He Xi’s “Theory of Micro-continuity”!

In order to understand the creative background of “Theory of Micro-continuity”.

He Hongwei traveled back in time through the Time machine to witness He Xi’s life.

And at this moment.

He stands on the highest award podium in the future scientific community and emotionally says, “If it wasn’t for He Xi, the completion of the Grand Unified Theory would still be far in the future.”

One hundred and fifty years ago.

He Xi completed the Theory of Micro-continuity independently, then he was a lone explorer.

One hundred and fifty years later.

This scientific discovery was further developed by He Hongwei, eventually leading to the birth of the Grand Unified Field Equations!

On the stage.

He Hongwei emotionally says:

“It was purely because of his mother that the original ‘Theory of Micro-continuity’ was preserved until today, though this was not her intention.

Initially, she just wanted to deceive her son to liberate him from his pain.

Looking back, she must have had a mother’s intuition that a tragedy was about to occur and how desperately she wanted to prevent it.

With her understanding, she had no idea what was actually written in it, no idea of the significance of this book, which is why she secretly placed this monumental work in an elementary school’s library.

From an outsider’s perspective, her actions might seem absurd and laughable.

But she was just following a mother’s thought.

She always knew only one thing: that her child was good, that these were the matters her good child chose to pursue.

I do not deny that the original ‘Theory of Micro-continuity’ had no significance in He Xi’s time, but what I want to say is that some things should not be overly expected to yield returns, you shouldn’t expect them to produce beautiful leaves and flowers.

Because they are roots.

This is what a mother taught me.

Mothers never expect any returns from their children, but please believe that our beloved children will eventually repay their mothers.”

In the novel.

He Xi had remained silent for the next twenty years.

The doctors said he had completely lost his ability to speak.

But He Hongwei obtained a recording, made by the hospital shortly before He Xi’s death as part of his medical records.

It was just two days after his mother’s death.

“We can never know if it was because He Xi lost his support after his mother’s death, or although he had gone mad, was subconsciously trying to live just a bit longer than his mother as perhaps the only way he could repay her, let’s listen now.”

The recording was played on the highest award podium.

The background noise was loud, with many people talking.

It seemed there were several doctors present.

“Give up.” A deep voice rang out.

“He’s beyond help now, it’s ten past seven, note the time down.”

“Okay,”

“I’ll get things wrapped up.”

A younger voice suddenly rose, “My god, the patient is talking, he is speaking!”

“Impossible!”

The deep voice resounded again: “He hasn’t spoken a word in twenty years, and besides, he can’t possibly have the strength to speak!”

But then.

The deep voice suddenly stopped.

As if something was discovered.

It quieted down around.

At this moment, a voice as if corroded by years of seawater could be heard struggling to say something.

“Mom–mom–” the voice muttered somewhat indistinctly.

“Mom–mom–” he called out again, unmistakably clear.

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Chen Le’s tears poured down like rain.