meet on slag road

Chapter 78

Although the distance from Rong Ying's small courtyard to Mu Qing's community is a bit long, Yu Yifeng is lucky today, the road is green and unimpeded.But even so, he still felt that the time was too long.

When the elevator reached the twelfth floor, he held his breath subconsciously, but when he walked into the corridor, an ominous premonition quietly surfaced in his heart.

It seems a bit too quiet here.

Yu Yifeng walked quickly to the door and knocked lightly on the door, but this door, which had never rejected him, did not respond to him immediately for the first time.

He knocked a few more times without giving up, but apart from the echo of his knock on the door, there was no additional sound on the entire twelfth floor.

The uneasiness in his heart was getting heavier and heavier, Yu Yifeng really couldn't wait any longer.He took out the key that Mu Qing gave him before, said "Excuse me" silently, and opened the door in front of him.

When he walked in, Yu Yifeng looked down habitually, but the place where the kitten would always be squatting, but today there was no familiar white fur ball, and the place where a few pairs of replacement slippers were always placed next to it was also empty. The green plants in the corner were nowhere to be seen, but the clothes hanger at the corner was moved to the corner, and it was clean, just like the shoe cabinet.

The uneasiness in his heart intensified, and Yu Yifeng walked into the living room, but what caught his eyes was not the sofa carpet scattered with small toys, but a few light-colored dust covers, and the all-too-familiar toy that was turned upside down on the table. two cups.

Huge panic rose from his heart, and Yu Yifeng almost opened the doors of every room in a panic, but what greeted him was only a dust cover with a uniform color and an empty cabinet.

Except for the cat climbing frame covered by a transparent cover in the corner, and the poetry collection with a page of bookmarks on Mu Qing's bedside, everything clearly shows that the person Yu Yifeng wants to spend his life with , has already left from here.

He stood there in a daze for a moment, then suddenly turned on the phone as if he had just woken up from a dream, and dialed the familiar number, but there was no sound of the connection, only the cold female voice repeated without fluctuation. by:

Hello, the number you dialed is off, please try again later...

After repeated several times in a row, the call was automatically hung up.

Yu Yifeng stared at the phone that had returned to the main interface, and searched for Mu Qing’s name in the chat software with trembling fingers, but after the message was sent, only a red exclamation mark popped up, and even the teachers in the outer courtyard where he belonged , Mu Qing's name also quietly disappeared.

He bit the tip of his tongue to force himself to stay awake, and dialed the number of the dean of the department. However, the dean of the Spanish Department just smiled apologetically after hearing his question: "Are you asking Teacher Mu? He is not the teacher of our Russian Department. I don't know the specifics, so you can ask the director of the Russian Department to see if he knows."

The head of the Russian Department answered the phone quickly, and told Yu Yifeng straightforwardly that Mu Qing had gone to another school to exchange lectures as an outstanding teacher representative of Chaohai University.But when he asked for the specific address, he sighed in embarrassment:

"Mr. Yu, it's not that I don't want to tell you about this, but Mr. Mu has always been a person who doesn't like high-profile people. This time, I plan to share the exchange lectures when I come back to hold a symposium. The specific address, I really don't know. It’s inconvenient to say, sorry!”

After he finished speaking, he paused politely for a moment, intending to exchange pleasantries with Yu Yifeng, but the phone was cut off without warning.

Yu Yifeng couldn't remember exactly how he hung up the phone, nor how he came to Mu Qing's bedroom, but when he came back to his senses, he had already put the only poetry collection related to Mu Qing on the desktop. In hand.

He followed the bookmark and opened the collection of poems, but the first thing that attracted his attention was not the beautiful cursive Russian text on the page, but the translation written in Chinese on the postcard-like bookmark:

I once loved you: love, maybe

Not quite dead in my soul,

I hope it doesn't bother you anymore,

I don't want to make you sad anymore.

I loved you silently and hopelessly,

I suffer both shame and jealousy,

I once loved you so sincerely and so tenderly,

God bless you,

Another person will love you as much as I do.

The font is clear and meaningful, and the brushwork is vigorous. One can tell at a glance that it was written by Mu Qing.

Yu Yifeng once held those hands, saw his smile in the warm morning sun, kissed his lips in the lingering night wind, and the scenes of getting along with Mu Qing were very clear before his eyes. However, the person he most wanted to see disappeared from him forever.

The moment he was clearly aware of this fact, severe pain rose from his heart without warning, Yu Yifeng's hand trembled suddenly, and the poetry collection that he had held in his palm fell heavily.

A silver ring that was once worn on another person's ring finger rolled out of the page, turned twice on the ground, and stopped quietly in front of Yu Yifeng.

He lay down on the ground trying to catch his breath, gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain before reaching out and holding the ring firmly in his palm.

The texture of the metal made Yu Yifeng's palm ache, but he picked up the piece of paper with Mu Qing's handwriting from the ground as if he didn't feel it, and stuck it on his heart.

Rong Ying did not wait for any news from Yu Yifeng until the climax of the moon.

She was really worried, hesitated for a moment, and called Yu Yifeng anyway.

The phone rang for a long time before it was connected. Rong Ying was about to ask him about the situation, but was startled by the hoarse voice from the other end: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Yu Yifeng washed away the remaining blood at the corner of his mouth with running water, made sure that there were no traces on his body, then turned off the tap and went out, "I just found that he couldn't be found, so I spit out some blood in a hurry, and now it's gone. Normal."

"Are you all right!?" Rong Ying's voice came through the receiver, almost breaking Yu Yifeng's eardrums, "Have you gone to see a doctor yet!?"

"Not yet, I just couldn't stand up, and now I'm recovering, I'm planning to go see it now." Yu Yifeng closed the door behind him, and smiled softly, "Don't worry, grandma, I have a sense of proportion."

His voice was firm, but Rong Ying's aura remained undiminished: "You have a sense of proportion! Where are you now? I'll ask someone to pick you up, so stop running around!"

"I'm really fine, just trust me." Yu Yifeng pressed the elevator button and said with a smile, "You don't need to call someone over, I'm not a kindergartener, I can drive myself, and I know how to go to the hospital Lu, I must finish reading it before going home, really.”

Listening to his determined voice, Rong Ying still felt uneasy, and was about to persuade him a few more words, but Yu Yifeng suddenly said: "By the way, grandma, I have something to ask you."

"what?"

Yu Yifeng coughed lightly, resisting the itch in his throat, and said to Rong Ying: "I want to know which city Mu Qing went to for an exchange lecture, and which school he taught what courses."

Rong Ying frowned and planned to listen to him continue, but she didn't hear Yu Yifeng's next words for a long time, and couldn't help asking: "That's all?"

"Yeah." Yu Yifeng said, "The information should be published on the official website of the school he went to, but I have to go to the doctor now, I don't have time to look for it, so I can only ask my good grandmother to find someone to help me take a look .As for more detailed information, such as address, these are his own privacy, if I check them, he will be unhappy."

Rong Ying listened to his calm voice, but her heart was agitated: "Are you going to find him?"

"Ah."

"Well, what if he ignores you?"

"He ignores me?" Yu Yifeng's hoarse voice came to Rongying's ears along the receiver, with a faint smile, "Then I will try my best to chase after him. While he might still like me, While there is still time, I will try my best to trust him and respect him, and to really be close to him."

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Yu Yifeng: I can't coax anymore, I'm afraid my wife will run away

PS: The poem here is still Pushkin's "I Loved You", which is a complete version, and the 17th chapter is a half poem