12dz Chapter 333 Mu Xiaoji I Love You
Chapter 333 Mu Xiaoji I Love You
In the beautifully decorated bedroom of Jinyang Villa, Mu Xiaoji was like a statue with its soul taken away, curled up alone in the carefully woven rattan chair on the balcony.
Next to him, a series of Jiang Chengyu's belongings were neatly arranged on the small table. Those objects once represented his identity, status and the emotional bond between them.
His passport bears the marks he left on the mountain-climbing machine, his ID card bears witness to his growing years, and his doctor's certificate carries his ideals and ambitions;
And Mr. Cedric, who gave him his black and gold card out of appreciation and as a loving father.
Shining with a dazzling light, it was the key to the Land Rover Range Rover, which had started their countless romantic journeys.
Even the cell phone that he carried with him every day was silent, as if mourning the departure of its owner.
Mu Xiaoji's empty and dull eyes mechanically swept over the objects of all sizes, and his thoughts, like a wild horse, galloped back to the wedding that changed everything.
Jiang Chengyu, the man who once occupied the most important position in his life, fell into the quagmire of fate after serving as Fan Wei's best man.
His mother, Shen Rou, forced him to give up the control of Zidong International Group in an irresistible manner. He had tried his best and put in a lot of effort to save the company from paralysis, but it all came to nothing in an instant.
The wedding scene was bustling with activity, but Jiang Chengyu's world had been turned upside down.
When the bride threw the bouquet high up, symbolizing the transmission of happiness, fate seemed to play a cruel joke on her. Amid the pushing and shoving of the crowd, the bouquet landed squarely in Jiang Chengyu's arms.
He held the bouquet of flowers in his hand and slowly stood up. His figure looked so lonely in the bright sunshine.
He walked through the bustling and laughing crowd, each step seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and finally stopped in front of Mu Xiaoji.
He tried to force a gentle smile on his face, but that smile was helpless. He whispered a blessing: "Xiao Ji, I borrow flowers to offer to Buddha. I hope you can find a good person as soon as possible to accompany you for the rest of your life."
At that moment, Mu Xiaoji's heart suddenly tightened, and a feeling of displeasure surged in his heart. Instead of taking the bouquet, Jiang Chengyu directly put it in his arms and strode away from the wedding scene.
As night fell, after Rong Shishan escorted everyone back to the villa halfway up the mountain, the air was filled with suffocating silence.
Rong Shishan slowly took out his mobile phone, bank card and car keys from his trouser pocket. His movements were slow and heavy, as if he was performing a solemn and sad ceremony.
He gently placed the items on the coffee table, then slowly pushed them in front of Mu Xiaoji and said in a low and hoarse voice: "These are what Jiang Chengyu asked me to give you."
Mu Xiaoji's body trembled violently. He opened his eyes wide and stared at these familiar objects, as if he couldn't believe that all this was real.
His voice was shaking violently, and he asked with endless despair and helplessness: "Where did he go? Without his cell phone and bank card, where else could he go?"
Outside the window, a strong wind suddenly arose, sweeping across the earth like an angry beast. The sound of the fierce wind was like Jiang Chengyu's helpless and helpless cry from deep in his heart, echoing between heaven and earth.
Mu Xiaoji was extremely anxious. He and Rong Shishan mobilized all the manpower of the security department without hesitation and searched frantically for Jiang Chengyu's whereabouts.
Every passing minute and every second was like a knife cutting into his heart. He stood at the door of the villa, looking forward anxiously, his eyes fixed on the leaden gray sky, letting the rain wet his face and clothes.
He whispered softly, his voice shattered by the strong wind: "Cheng Yu, no matter what happened, we said we would face it together, come back soon!"
That voice was filled with affection and attachment, as well as deep fear and worry.
The rain continued to pour down, with no sign of stopping. Finally, the surveillance footage showed that Jiang Chengyu disappeared towards the seaside.
Mu Xiaoji rushed to the beach desperately. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to find Jiang Chengyu.
At the beach, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Cheng Yu... Jiang Cheng Yu..." His voice was drowned out by the storm and the sound of waves until the tide receded, revealing the huge, cold stone.
On the stone, a few lines of handwriting written with fingers are still clearly visible under the erosion of rain: "The world is vast, the mountains and rivers are vast, but there is no place for me to stay; where can I rely on in this life? That's also where I rely on."
The vigorous and powerful font seemed to carry Jiang Chengyu's endless pain and confusion. Mu Xiaoji's legs softened and he collapsed beside the stone, tears streaming down his face and mixing with the rain.
He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the words, as if he could touch Jiang Chengyu's soul.
The sea breeze howled, blowing his hair, and his heart was filled with regret and self-blame.
If I had trusted and understood him more, perhaps none of this would have happened.
But now, Jiang Chengyu has disappeared in this vast world, leaving him alone to watch over this broken love, wandering helplessly in the wind and rain, not knowing where to go.
The stones on the seashore became the tombstone of their love, witnessing the past sweetness and present despair. As for the future, in this endless darkness, there is no light at all.
In the luxurious yet elegant villa in Goldsmith Bay, tranquility is like a soft veil, quietly enveloping every corner.
In the bedroom, on the big white bed, Jiang Chengyu was sleeping soundly like a tired bird returning to its nest after being injured. However, his constantly tossing body seemed to silently tell of the uneasiness and turmoil hidden deep in his heart.
In the dream, Jiang Chengyu was like a lost soul, wandering alone on the vast seashore.
The sea breeze, carrying a salty scent, ruffled his hair wantonly, but could not blow away the haze in his heart.
The tide surged in, just like his broken and scarred state of mind. One wave had not yet subsided when another one rose up. The white waves were like gentle tentacles extended by nature, slowly rushing towards his feet, but gradually receding with endless attachment and helplessness.
On the familiar seashore, he saw the abrupt yet familiar big rock again, and memories of the past flooded into his mind like a tide.
There was a hint of confusion and self-mockery in his eyes, and he whispered softly: "Hey, why are you still here? I've been abandoned again, and you didn't leave. Are you waiting for me here?" His words were full of loneliness and solitude of being abandoned by the world.
At this time, the once clear handwriting on the big stone has become blurred under the erosion of time and wind and rain. Jiang Chengyu's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing an extremely bitter smile, which is full of helplessness and sighs towards fate.
He slowly looked at his right hand, as if being pulled by an invisible force, and couldn't help but copy the original handwriting stroke by stroke. Every word seemed like blood and tears squeezed out from the depths of his heart.
"Maybe there is no one in the world who cares about me! Only you, you are the only one who silently waits for me here and understands me!"
His voice trembled slightly, echoing in the empty seashore. Then, as if he wanted to vent all the emotions in his heart, he shouted to the rough sea: "Xiaoji, Mu Xiaoji, I love you; I... love... you..."
However, the sea seemed unwilling to listen to his affectionate confession. In an instant, strong winds raised huge waves, like an angry beast, rushing towards him with bared fangs and claws, and ruthlessly swept Jiang Chengyu into the unfathomable sea.
The cold seawater quickly enveloped his body. He waved his arms desperately and swam towards the shore, mumbling to himself with endless fatigue and determination in his voice:
"I can't die in the sea. Little Guitar still needs me to protect him! I am the body of Little Guitar's hard work. Even if I die, I should return what belongs to him to him."
Those cries seemed so small amid the roar of the sea, yet so persistent.
Suddenly, Jiang Chengyu struggled awake from the nightmare. His eyes suddenly opened, and he gasped for breath. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking the pillow.
He looked around and saw that the furnishings in the bedroom were exactly the same as his room in Goldsmith Bay, familiar yet unfamiliar.
He reached out and wiped his face, trying to wipe away the fear and exhaustion in his dream. At this moment, the door was gently pushed open, a warm light came in, and Shen Rou and Xiao Yue walked in holding Chou Bao.
Shen Rou's face was filled with a sweet smile, her eyes were full of concern, and she asked softly: "Cheng Yu, are you awake? Are you hungry? Let's go downstairs and have dinner together!"
Jiang Chengyu was slightly stunned, then he tried to force out a smile and replied: "Okay, Xiaoyue, let me hug you, I missed you so much."
Xiao Yue smiled and said, "Chou Bao, give little daddy a hug. Chou Bao misses little daddy too, right?" As he spoke, he carefully handed Chou Bao to Jiang Chengyu.
Jiang Chengyu took the stinky baby in his hands. The little guy's big watery eyes blinked at him. For a moment, Jiang Chengyu seemed to see Mu Xiaoji's smart and charming eyes. The memories of the past flooded him again like a tide.
He couldn't help but lower his head and gently kiss the little hand that Choubao stretched to his mouth. The sad expression on his face seemed to be cast by magic at that moment and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Choubao's eyes rolled around, looking curiously at the little father he met again after a long time, babbling something.
The vague voice seemed to be expressing the longing for each other during these days of separation, and it also seemed to be telling a story that only they could understand.
Jiang Chengyu hugged Choubao tightly, as if he was hugging the most precious treasure in the world. In this warm atmosphere, he temporarily forgot the pain and anxiety in his dream.
However, the longing and concern hidden deep in my heart are like a seed. In this brief warmth, it quietly takes root and sprouts, waiting for the next outbreak.