Chapter 122 Forgetting is

The man she lightly patted on the shoulder turned around. He was a blond, blue-eyed Russian, and his surprised look changed from unfamiliarity to amazement.

Lu Zhenyu immediately recognized it wasn't him and quickly smiled and waved her hand, "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

The other person spoke a few words in Russian, and Lu Zhenyu understood the gist of it. She nodded and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I have a husband and an eight-year-old child. I just look young."

When you're traveling, you give yourself your own identity.

Sure enough, the man left with a look of disappointment.

She let out a soft sigh and picked up her bag to get back into her car.

Unfold the folded paper to reveal several magnificent Chinese characters.

Be careful and don't appear timid when you're out and about; you might attract attention.

It's like meeting a kind-hearted compatriot.

Lu Zhenyu raised an eyebrow, weighing the recovered wallet in her hand.

She couldn't explain her feelings, but she unfolded it and took a look.

…

"You mean you got robbed in a restaurant, and then a stranger from your Chinese community came to your rescue, but in the end you didn't see the person, didn't lose any money, but lost a photo?"

Lu Zhenyu, who was focused on driving, hummed in response.

Feng Manman on the other end of the phone hissed twice, "Isn't this guy a bit of a pervert? Did he fall in love with you at first sight?"

The G-Class, blending seamlessly with the night, drove through a narrow alley. A slender, fair hand gripped the steering wheel and turned it all the way to the lock, easily reversing into the parking space.

"Who knows?" Lu Zhenyu picked up her bag, got out of the car, and closed the car door behind her.

She has never liked having her picture taken since she was a child. That photo was taken by the tour guide last year when she was watching the Northern Lights in Iceland.

The person arrived at the brightly lit villa entrance, where revelry was taking place. "Okay, I have to go to my part now. We'll talk more when we get back."

Feng Manman said, "Then be careful."

Lu Zhenyu: "It's been three years, baby. Haven't I won your trust with my abilities yet?"

That's true, they certainly conquered it.

Feng Manman, who was applying a face mask, chuckled twice. "By the way, my second brother is on vacation next month. Did he say he was going to visit you?"

Lu Zhenyu stopped pushing the door open. "No, he didn't mention this to me in the video call a while ago."

"Well, I guess I wanted to give you a surprise."

Although Feng Jinzhou is the youngest and most promising major general in our army, he is very busy, but in the past three years, he would come to see her whenever he had time.

I accompanied her to several cities, and took the opportunity to check if she had made any progress in various aspects.

He would let her know in advance if he was coming anyway, so Lu Zhenyu wasn't worried. After hanging up the phone, she pushed open the door and stepped into the villa.

There's a book club meeting here tonight, and everyone here is a writer from all over the world.

Lu Zhenyu is one of the youngest among them. She has a naturally good foundation, and no matter how much she has worked up over the past three years, her skin is still fair, delicate, and glowing.

The red dress, worn on her stunning figure, made her look like a graceful butterfly.

There were many old friends here. After exchanging pleasantries with them one by one, Lu Zhenyu, holding a glass of champagne, went up to the rooftop terrace.

There was a band performing upstairs. She found a corner to sit in and relaxed to the cheerful music. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed two figures in the opposite corner.

They were probably a French couple, roughly estimated to be in their seventies or eighties.

Lu Zhenyu was attracted by their passionate kiss.

This is not uncommon abroad; couples in their eighties and nineties kiss each other every day, expressing their love without reservation.

But what was unexpected was that their kiss was very unrestrained and passionate.

It doesn't seem like they're destined to be together forever; it seems like they're in the throes of a passionate romance

The music ended, and so did the two of them. Driven by curiosity, Lu Zhenyu found an opportunity to approach and strike up a conversation with the woman with the hair.

The woman was more enthusiastic than Lu Zhenyu had imagined, and in just a few words she began to tell the story of her long love journey with her husband.

"You might not believe it, but he is actually my older brother."

The woman saw it, and the girl's beautiful fox-like eyes lit up in the twilight.

There was no surprise, no confusion, but rather, "OMG, that's so cool, really clicks with me."

The woman pinched the excited little face with a touch of affection and began to recount the past that she found so fascinating.

It turns out they were half-siblings, and when they first lived together, the two, who were only three years apart in age, didn't get along at all.

The older brother is aloof, while the younger sister is sharp-tongued. They dislike each other because they both think the other's mother is a third party, and fighting and arguing are common occurrences.

But feelings also arise from these frictions, until her father passed away when she was fifteen, leaving her a complete orphan without parents.

She became sensitive and suspicious, and would often fly into a rage over a single word from her stepmother.

Later, she still ran away from home because she felt that no one in that family liked her.

She ran away for half a month, wandering the streets of Paris alone. When she was starving, she huddled in a corner of an alley, crying her heart out. Then she looked up and there he was.

That time, surprisingly, he didn't scold or yell at her. He held her in his arms and let her cry her heart out. He carried her to eat hamburgers and then carried her home.

After that, his tenderness and doting on her became unstoppable.

Then she discovered that she had fallen in love with him.

However, it is impossible for them to love and stay together if they have such a relationship, first of all, they will not have the blessing of their families.

So she watched him graduate from high school, graduate from college, work, be pursued by countless girls, be arranged to go on blind dates by his family, and get engaged.

Then, on the eve of his wedding, she left quietly.

They met again fifteen years later.

She thought he already had a wife and children by his side, and a happy family; he thought she had gone far away to find her love.

They discovered that, oh, it turns out that they are both 33 and 38 years old and still single.

"Oh, so he never came back after discovering I was missing that night. He searched for me for three years. He only came home after I sent him my first letter, saying that I had gone to Richmond, a small town in London, and found my true love."

The evening breeze in Verona was gentle, yet it reddened the girl's bright eyes.

The woman patted her shoulder gently. "It's a pity, isn't it? But thankfully, we traded the fifteen years we missed for the rest of our lives."

“It’s fortunate.” Lu Zhenyu smiled and the corners of her lips curved. “Fortunate that you still have many, many more fifteen-year periods ahead of you.”

They may not be able to spend the last fifteen years together in their eighties, but death is never the end of love; forgetting is.

Yes, forgetting is the answer.

The two hugged, and the woman tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Her pure white hair and gentle face made her look like a kind mother. "The writer's keen sense made me feel that you are also a girl with a story."

Lu Zhenyu lowered her head and gave a bitter smile, "Maybe, but I don't remember."

"It's alright." The woman gently rubbed her cheek. "Those fifteen years of regret taught me that people who truly love each other may drift apart, but they will never be separated."

Seeing the girl staring intently at her, the woman smiled deeply at her, "You'll understand sooner or later, though I don't wish you to."

The woman's husband returned, and the three of them chatted briefly.

Before parting, the woman said, "Next year will be our golden wedding anniversary, and I hope to have the honor of inviting you to attend."

Standing with her arms crossed in front of the car, Lu Zhenyu nodded, "That's my honor."

Verona, known as the "City of Love," has quiet streets at night, yet they are not empty.

The love story of Romeo and Juliet imbues this city with the charm of pure and true love, so even the darkest night will not make anyone feel lonely.

The G-Class drove steadily on the road. The girl rested her arm on the window sill, her fingers bent against her head. No matter how much her hair fluttered in front of her eyes, it couldn't wake her eyes from their deep thought.

Instead of returning to the hotel, she went to a lakeside, sat on the roof of her car gazing at the starry sky for a long time, and dialed a number that was said to be available 24/7 for her.

The call connected, but neither of them spoke.

After a long while, a low, slightly hoarse voice came through, "Insomnia?"