Inspiration Comes the Same Way

With an idea in mind, there was only one thing left to do.

Lu Zhou borrowed the books he was still reading. He brought the books and printed papers back to his Zhongshan International mansion.

Every time before he went on a retreat, he would first take a ritualistic shower. After putting on a change of clothes, he sat down in his study room and took out a pen and paper.

[Define M~(k) as the following category:

[With object as h(X, e), where X is the smooth projective cluster on k, e is the idempotent element of the ring Corr0~(X, X) Q, and the morphism of Hom(h(X, e), h(Y,f)):=f·Corr0~(X,Y)Q.e…

[…]

The inspiration came in waves.

The speed of thoughts rushing into his brain was faster than the speed he could write at.

Lines of equations began to flow like waves, smashing against the rocky shore. The smooth pen tip danced on the paper, producing a harmony of mathematics.