On the first Wednesday of February, a bright silver flight landed at Paris International Airport.

On the plane, an old man with a kind face was humbling to each other with a handsome young man.

"Academician Lu, please."

"How can this be, you should please first."

Under normal circumstances, Lu Zhou would not refuse, but when he thought of the level and occasion of the pick-up personnel outside, he still subconsciously coaxed it.

No, it can't be called cowardice.

It's just not very good at this kind of thing.

Looking at Lu Zhou's restrained appearance, the old man smiled and joked.

"Let's be polite like this again, I'm afraid the people outside will start to get anxious."

Seeing that the old man had no intention of giving in, Lu Zhou had no choice but to give up his humility and continue to walk forward.

To be honest, Lu Zhou never thought that he just asked Director Li to help arrange a flight along the way to see if he could rub off the special plane of diplomats.

However, he never expected that Director Li would actually arrange himself on this flight.

The old man with whom he had humbled himself before was none other than the one with whom he often "exchanged letters".

The visit is said to be for the completion of the nuclear fusion power plant in Kadarashe and the Silk Road cooperation.

Because it happened to be at the beginning of February, he learned that Lu Zhou was planning to go to France, so the Great Elder took him with him "by the way".

Throughout the way, the two talked about mathematics to physics, and from physics to chips, nuclear engineering, and aerospace.

Lu Zhou originally planned to sleep with his eyes closed all the time, but he couldn't stand the old man who kept pulling him to ask this and that, and he didn't want to answer out of politeness, so in the end, he couldn't stop talking.

Fortunately, he took a nap four hours before getting off the plane, otherwise he probably wouldn't be able to open his eyes by this time.

Just as he was about to go down the gangway, someone next to him suddenly stopped him.

"Wait a minute, sir."

Walking to Lu Zhou's side, the flight attendant lady of the special plane stretched out her hand and helped him tidy up the collar that he had broken when he was sleeping, and then showed a logo smile on his face.

"It's much more handsome."

“…… Thank you. ”

I don't know if it's his delusion, but I always feel that this flight attendant lady looks at her eyes a little unnatural.

It's as if some kind of carnivore has seen a big piece of fat.

Although he was a little embarrassed, Lu Zhou couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart for a few seconds.

Hey, maybe that's the trouble of being too handsome.

As expected, the lineup for the outside pick-up was unusually grand. The red carpet is laid out under the gangway, and the concierge in suits and leather shoes stand on either side.

In addition to the ambassador and the Minister of Foreign Affairs of France, even the president is here.

"Welcome to France, Honorable Academician Lu Zhou." A tall man in a suit and physique greeted him and enthusiastically extended his right hand, "Nice to meet you." ”

Holding Mr. President's hand, Lu Zhou replied politely.

"Thank you, I'm glad to meet you too."

With a sunny smile on his face, the man continued.

"I always hear people talk about your deeds, and I originally had the impression that most of the scholars who could make such achievements were old men with gray beards, but I didn't expect you to be younger than I thought."

Lu Zhou smiled modestly and said.

"You've won a prize."

After all, it was a diplomatic occasion, and after a friendly exchange of words with Lu Zhou, the president did not continue to stay on his side, and quickly focused on the old man who was walking down the gangway.

Lu Zhou, who was let go, finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the pressure on his shoulders was much less.

It's not that he's stage fright.

He has seen a lot of big scenes to be able to give presentations at international forums and major summits, and even if there are twice as many people here, he will not feel anything.

However, the problem is that standing in this place, he represents not only himself, but also the collective of Chinese scientific researchers, and even the national image of China.

With so much pressure on his shoulders, even if he wanted to be relaxed, it was difficult for him to really relax......

……

In addition to the grand reception ceremony, a state-level banquet awaited them in the evening.

This state banquet takes place at the presidential palace and is in charge of the mysterious French presidential kitchen.

Before attending the banquet, Lu Zhou was actually quite looking forward to it. However, when the food actually came up, he felt as if it was no different from the French restaurant he had eaten before.

At least in his opinion, the biggest difference is probably that each dish is made more delicately, and a little less.

The only thing that impressed him was a French-grilled snail.

As for the reason why I was impressed, it wasn't because of how delicious it was, but I didn't expect to see it here......

Of course, the taste is quite good.

After all, if it doesn't taste good, people will definitely not serve it.

In short, the whole banquet was held in a relaxed atmosphere.

It seems that Lu Zhou does not particularly like to discuss political views with others, and the French side has specially arranged for him to communicate with an academician of the Department of Mathematics of the French Academy of Sciences.

At the end of the banquet, before returning to the hotel where he was staying, a French Foreign Ministry official approached him and accosted him politely.

"I heard that Academician Lu is planning to visit the former residence of Mr. Grothendieck?"

Lu Zhou nodded and said with a smile.

"I do have this plan, although I regret that I haven't met the old man, but strictly speaking, he can be regarded as my grandfather."

"Professor Grothendieck is indeed a respectable scholar, respected by countless Frenchmen for his attitude towards war and his quest for truth," the Frenchman smiled and continued in a friendly tone. As long as it's in France, you can go wherever you want. ”

Lu Zhou nodded and said happily.

"Thank you very much."

At night.

After a long day of traveling, I finally arrived at the hotel where I stayed.

As soon as he returned to the room, Lu Zhou simply took a shower, and then couldn't wait to lie on the bed, not wanting to move at all.

While he hadn't fallen asleep, he picked up his phone and swiped the news for a while.

Not surprisingly, I saw a photo of myself shaking hands with the French president in the news.

Seeing this, Lu Zhou couldn't help but smile and shook his head.

The big news during this period seems to have been contracted by him.

The heat of the Z particle has not faded, and the people who eat melons are still guessing whether he can win this year's Nobel Prize in Physics, and a few days later, he brushed his face on China's diplomatic visit to France.

Just when Lu Zhou was about to throw his phone on the bedside table and turn over to sleep, a message suddenly popped up at the top of the screen.

【Are you in Paris?】 】

Seeing this news, Lu Zhou was slightly stunned, and reached out to click on Facebook, which he usually doesn't use. The people he added above were mostly friends he had made while studying and working at Princeton, but even if he did, he rarely chatted, and he usually used email to communicate with each other.

What surprised him even more was that the news was actually sent by Molina.

The last message was "Happy New Year" posted last year.

This year's one was even missed.

After hesitating for a moment, Lu Zhou casually edited a message and replied.

[In, what's wrong?] 】

Molina: [Come out and drink with me.] 】

Lu Zhou: "......"

What's wrong with that?

But then again, she's actually in France.

When did the holidays in Princeton get this long?

Without speaking, Lu Zhou silently raised his mobile phone, took a photo out the window and sent it.

After a while, a message came.

Molina: [...... What does it mean. 】

Lu Zhou: [...... Do you think it's appropriate for me to live in this kind of place and sneak out in front of reporters? 】

Journalists can't get in the hotel.

But outside the hotel it's different.

In the middle of the night, I slipped out of the hotel where the mission was staying and went out to the bar with a beautiful lady.

Although he and Molina are just ordinary friends, and most of the conversations between the two discuss issues in the academic field, but even if he explains this, no one will believe it.

Molina: "......"

Seeing that no news had been sent for a long time, Lu Zhou sighed, and it was not too good to hurt his friend's heart, so he edited a message and sent it over, and was a little polite.

"Why don't you come here?" 】

Molina: [Positioning.] 】

Without thinking too much, Lu Zhou sent the location over.

Paris is so big, and the traffic is not good, thinking that she is not interested in coming to see this distance.

Drinking is a thing that is an interest in itself, and taking a car for more than ten kilometers in order to drink two glasses is not that interested.

However, after the location was sent, no news was sent back for half a day.

Seeing this, Lu Zhou was stunned.

it?

This guy isn't really here, is he?