The man was silent again, "I'm sorry, my friend is no longer alive."
Lan Yuchi was stunned and disappointed swept across his body like a hurricane.
"Mr. Lan, if nothing else, I'll hang up first." The man hung up the phone in a hurry.
After putting down the phone, Lan Yuchi felt a burst of loss. He finally had a clue, but it suddenly stopped.
He pinched his sore eyebrows in sorrow.
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The next morning, he went to the local Chinatown in person to look for Musi.
He felt that Mu Si would definitely live in the Chinese world in a strange country, so that she would feel safe.
Walking through the streets of the Chinese Street in Paris, everything seems so familiar, and there is a strong national atmosphere everywhere.
The signboard in front of almost every store here is written in large "cube characters", and the layout and style of each building are also built in accordance with traditional Chinese style.
Some larger shops even have very retro carvings and exquisite painted buildings.
In front of some small restaurants, there are even "wine placards" that can only be seen in costume films. It is said that many foreigners come here and are fighting for this, which makes them feel that China is a mysterious and far-reaching country.
Seeing so many familiar things, his heart calmed down slightly. Mu Si should not feel too lonely living in such an environment.
Every time he went to a place, he would ask people if he had seen Mu Si, and he also discussed with the person in charge of the store. If he saw Mu Si appear, please notify her.
Several days passed in a row, and there was no news at all, and he couldn't help but feel discouraged and anxious.
However, he still searched hard.
That day he walked to a Chinese community. The environment of this community is very beautiful, with green vines and elegant flowers.
Suddenly, a melodious sound of a little piano floated over.
His nerves suddenly tense, because this song was the famous Chinese song "Summer Night", and I used to be very happy.
He suddenly turned around and looked at the place where the sound of the piano came out. He saw a violinist standing on the second floor of a villa. However, because there was a faint gauze hanging down in front of the balcony, he could not see the violinist.
Figure.
He rushed to the front of the house and rang the doorbell hard.
The person who came to open the door was a Chinese man, about 35 years old, emitting a quiet atmosphere all over his body, and a cold and steady look in his eyes, giving people a feeling of being serious.
Lan Yuchi spoke very politely, "I'm sorry, I'm disturbing you, so I'll ask, is it a Chinese woman who plays the violin upstairs?"
The man spoke deeply: "Yes, it's my wife who plays the violin."
Lan Yuchi's eyes sterned, and waves of disappointment arose. Could it be just a coincidence?