5772. Chapter 5772 You and I will never meet again
What is extraordinary about his poetic skills is that he is good at condensing everything he feels keenly and thinks deeply into exquisite and unique images, which are displayed like sculptures. Reading his poems, one will feel as if he is in fear.
Thoughts.
Chanel was stunned for a moment and suddenly remembered that this poem was Rilke's "Death".
Thinking of Mu Xicheng's abnormality and what he said...
Chanel's heartbeat began to accelerate and her mind went blank.
Ever since Mu Xicheng learned that she was pregnant last night, he felt weird.
"You, please call Mu Xicheng."
"What's wrong?"
"Quick, quick!" Chanel said with a livid face, "He is very unusual today. This poem belongs to him... I suspect, I suspect he can't think about it!"
Assistant Zheng was stunned for a moment, then quickly picked up the phone and started dialing.
The beeps sounded again and again, but no one answered.
Dial again, dial again...
"No one answered." Assistant Zheng's face started to look strange, "I called Mr. Mu's home landline and also his personal mobile phone..."
Chanel's heart begins to turn cold, and you try to calm yourself down: "Do you have the phone numbers of his neighbors? Call them, or ask the security guard of the community to have them take a look."
Assistant Zheng shook his head: "None of them."
"Maybe I'm overthinking it and he won't..."
"Miss Xia, let's do this. You go about your business first, and I'll drive back and take a look."
Chanel nodded in confusion, but then turned around and followed with staggering steps: "I, I'm not worried, I want to take a look too."
I don't know why, but I feel panicked.
In my mind, I kept thinking about the unusual Mu Xicheng and his words:
[Perhaps many things are destined. Fate made me meet you, fate made me fall in love with you, and allowed me to taste happiness from you, but it destroyed your happiness... I'm sorry. 】
[As long as you understand, everything is determined by fate and has nothing to do with you.]
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[If it is a farewell gift, will you accept it?] Mu Xicheng lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes dark.
[You can not regard it as a gift, but as a piece of advice: Xia Nai, I hope you will become a clam...accept it to make me feel at ease, and you and I will never meet again.]
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Chanel took out the brocade box and looked at the beautiful and shining pearl pendant in the box.
The pearl is crystal clear, like Mu Xicheng's smiling eyes...
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Luong Airport is more than 40 minutes' drive from that area.
Assistant Zheng kept calling while driving back, but after dozens of calls, no one answered them.
"Perhaps I'm really overthinking it. Mu Xicheng wouldn't do such a stupid thing, right?"
Perhaps because she was too panicked, Shanai suddenly spoke, not sure whether to comfort herself or Assistant Zheng.
Assistant Zheng's face didn't look very good. He was silent for a while and said:
"Mr. Mu posted two strange Weibo posts last night that caused heated discussion."
"What Weibo?"
Assistant Zheng took his mobile phone over and taught Shanel how to open it and use it.
Shanai clicked to log in to Assistant Zheng's Weibo, and then found Ian's from among her followers.
Mu Xicheng’s Weibo is very clean. Apart from the ferocious reposts and replies from fans, there are only three of his words:
Article 1: [Don’t feel sorry for me, this is not pain, but relief.]