How to chat and gain Beilu's favor is actually not too challenging for Zhuo Qun.

Because he knew Beilu so well.

After spending so many lifetimes together, Beilu's life experiences, preferences, habits, troubles, and memories of the past are all in his control.

It can even be said that she knows herself better than Beilu at this time.

What's more, Zhuo Qun himself has so many rich life experiences and knows many joyful and unexpected tricks.

These unique life accumulations make him feel like a magnet for the opposite sex.

So when visiting the museum, Zhuo Qun pretended to have an unexpected encounter and recognized Beilu, a "famous fellow villager".

And successfully invited Beilu to the cafe at lunch time, which became a natural thing.

Next, Zhuo Qun and Beilu found a "wonderful consensus" in their views on many things.

Their views on coffee and their preference for sweets.

Together, they regretted the encounter of cultural relics stolen by European robbers in China.

Together, we expressed our unanimous feelings about the history of European literature, art and art.

Together, we have a consistent view of the literary atmosphere of the museum and many aspects of Swiss life.

And I have a lot of nostalgia for domestic life.

Too many tacit understanding and understanding jokes have led to a polite and simple meal.

It actually lasted until afternoon tea time.

Beilu even talked to Zhuo Qun about her abandoned artistic career and her concerns about her daughter Bei Jia's increasingly worsening condition.

Zhuo Qun could also see the emotional desire in Beilu's eyes, and could see the hardships she suffered in this life because she failed to make a new choice.

He really wanted to reveal what Beilu had achieved in her past life.

It was even more difficult to resist the urge to caress that face.

The face he was very familiar with and appreciated, but had lost for too long.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the emotional expression in Zhuo Qun's eyes that Bei Lu feels a little abnormal.

Soon their conversation fell into a disorganized embarrassment.

Beilu even started playing with the spoon uneasy and said clichés that were no longer nutritious.

"Are you here for a trip? How long are you going to stay here?"

"I, not sure, I'm planning to live in Zurich for a little longer, maybe a year or two."

"Oh, what made you make such a decision? Do you really like it here so much?"

"Yes, yes. There are a lot of things that attract me here. Especially today, unexpected surprises."

But this statement obviously made Beilu really misunderstand.

She didn't speak anymore and fell into a long silence.

And just as Zhuo Qun was thinking hard about how to break this silence and continue to interact.

Beilu finally spoke.

She played with the spoon and said without raising her head.

"I'm married, I'm wearing a ring."

"I saw it."

"Then you should know. I won't...I mean, if you're not..."

Zhuo Qun didn't want her to destroy the atmosphere any longer, so he quickly handed over a napkin and an ashtray.

This unexpected move successfully distracted Beilu's attention.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

"What are you doing?"

"It's for you to tear it apart."

"How did you know?"

"Keep confidential."

Beilu was surprised at first, and then laughed.

"You are so mysterious. Sometimes I think you can see through people's hearts. Just like when you ask me if I like French Bree, I never told you how much I love this dessert."

"Yes, you guessed it right. I just know how to read minds and have magic."

Seeing that Bei Lu really started to tear the tissue, Zhuo Qun reached into Bei Lu's temples with his hand and turned into a flower.

So Beilu looked at Zhuo Qun again with curious eyes.

After a long time, Beilu's expression showed inexplicable hesitation, and she whispered in a low voice without being too sure.

"Have you seen the Flavier Chocolate Factory here? Maybe... maybe next Friday... we can go and have a look together."

She lowered her head.

But Zhuo Qun smiled happily because of his achievements.

"That's great, this is my honor. As long as you want, I'm willing to accompany you at any time."

…………

On the warm and comfortable bed, all kinds of memories of love bloom like flowers.

With a sweet smell, Zhuo Qun brought back his past time.

In the private room of the Orient Express, in front of the fireplace of the old house in Nice, on the thick blanket of the hotel suite in Budapest, and in the morning when they were newlyweds and couldn't afford to get married. They bought RVs all over Europe, Mr. Cape's yacht deck, and the cabin they had lived next to the vast forest for three years...

All of this seems to be still vivid in my mind.

Now, Zhuo Qun has once again owned Beilu and has a stolen year of time.

It's in this Balzac Hotel in Zurich, in the suite he rented for a long time.

Zhuo Qun lowered his eyes and looked at the face leaning against his chest.

Beilu's eyes were closed, and in the room where the curtains were pulled up, her lips slightly opened like a sleeping child.

It reminded him of the verses they had recited together in the last sunset evening.

"A sand and a world, a flower a day, hold infinite hands, and instantly eternity."

I don't know how long it took, Beilu moved in his arms, stretching her waist and making meaningless murmurs.

She woke up and rubbed and intimate him like a beautiful cat.

"What time is it?"

"The difference is ten thousand six points."

"Oh, no. I've gone slept again. I have to leave quickly."

Beilu said, and sat up on the bed.

"Will you come again next Friday?"

"Of course, and I'll make excuses to stay here as much as possible, so we can be together for one more day."

Zhuo Qun smiled and tried his best to show that he was happy because of Beilu's promise.

But his true emotions are actually bittersweet, and Beilu can't know.

"Is your little Beijia okay?"

"It's much better, thank you for telling me the solution. I'm so glad that I met you. This year has been her best recovery year. I think you know better how to treat this disease than those doctors who pay high treatment fees."

"So I can definitely get along with your daughter. It's a pity that you won't let me see her."

"I believe this, and I am very moved. But you know, I can't..."

When Beilu slipped out of bed, she began to pack up the scattered clothes and kissed Zhuo Qun's face with apologies.

She really has no choice.

In fact, since they met, the time they spent together has inevitably been severely restricted.

Because Beilu lives in Geneva herself, she lives in the house she bought by her husband.

In addition to being with the housekeeper and servants hired by her husband, she went to the special care school to accompany her daughter almost every day.

So they can only meet every Friday.

Occasionally, Belu proposed to listen to operas or concerts before he could stay in Zurich for a night.

The longest time they spent together was three days, and they flew to Paris together for a long weekend.

But that was just that time.

Beilu also had to use the Cannes Film Festival to talk about it, saying that she was helping her old colleagues arrange some affairs.
To be continued...