What does this dream mean?
Is it a precognitive dream?
What about those bizarre and terrifying dreams she had had before?
Is this also the precognitive dream that Gu Ci mentioned?
Thinking of this, she simply supported herself with her arms and sat up, moving her lips. At that moment, her slightly uneasy heart "beat" twice.
For some reason, a very bold and outrageous guess suddenly came to my mind.
Could it be that...
Did all these things that happened in the dream happen in the previous life?
Because she received the reminder and prediction from the text message, she took some correct measures in time and avoided the unnecessary harm and trouble in her dream.
Suddenly.
Her heart trembled violently.
Is this really the case?
But...how outrageous this guess is.
Can people really perceive what happened in their previous life in dreams?
Or... did those things happen in a parallel world?
But what about this text message?
Why does he know so much and predict everything so accurately?
Especially when it comes to details, he can always tell them word for word.
It’s as if he/she had experienced those things personally.
How could that be?
How could such a strange and incredible thing happen?
Suddenly, an idea flashed upon her, and she had an idea that surprised and excited her even more.
Could the owner of this mysterious number be...
Is it your future self?
Or yourself in a parallel world?
this……
Her breathing stagnated, as if she was frightened by the idea. Her dark gray pupils trembled violently in the dark room, filled with surprise and fear.
Are there really such bizarre and strange things in this world?
But if this was not the case, she would not be able to explain this mysterious thing called text messages, nor could she think of any other reason.
She remembered again that during the Chinese New Year, the law of cause and effect mentioned in the text message was disrupted.
It was because of his reminder that she was able to turn the tide and change the originally destined ending.
So the direction of many things has changed?
Is this what you mean?
What kind of opportunity would cause this to happen?
Because I died too unjustly, too hatefully, too innocently in my previous life?
This statement...
That's too far-fetched.
How many people die in the world every day?
There are countless people who died unjustly or with hatred.
Does everyone have such a bizarre experience?
Meng Sheng felt layers of cold sweat on her back, and a sense of unknown fear and uneasiness was corroding her sanity bit by bit.
The brokenness in my heart was infinitely magnified at this moment.
After a long while, she suppressed her messy thoughts and picked up her phone.
Steadying his somewhat rapid and panicked breathing and with trembling hands, he tentatively edited the text again and sent it to that mysterious unfamiliar number.
[Who are you? Are you my future self? ]
The next second, a glaring red exclamation mark came into view, with a reminder below: [The text message you sent failed. ]
Still can't send it out.
yes.
I can’t find any contact information for this number, I can’t make calls or send text messages to it, but I can still receive text messages.
Just talking about this incident is already mysterious enough.
Meng Sheng tightly grasped the phone, his lips, which had lost some of their color, were pursed into a straight line.
Why is that?
She thought about her speculations for a long time, but in the end she couldn't get any confirmation.
Because, as long as she regained some rationality, she would find this matter ridiculous.
In the end, I can only quietly question them in my heart.
My future self, my parallel world self...
This thought lingered in Meng Sheng's mind for a long time.
It was not until dawn broke outside and a faint, gloomy light shone through the clouds that she was able to pull her jumping thoughts out of the two swamps.
It's still raining outside the window.
She rubbed her aching temples and put aside the clutter in her mind.
She lay down again and slept for another three hours. Then she got up, ate something quick and went to the art museum.
At around 9:30 in the morning, she received an expected call.
It’s from Chang Qing, the director of the Fuguang Art Museum.
It happened much earlier than she expected.
As soon as the phone was picked up, Chang Qing's somewhat "kind" voice came from the receiver, "Director Meng, this is Chang Qing, how have you been recently?"
Really kind.
At least now there is none of the sarcasm and disdain that we had when we last met at Kyoto University.
Meng Sheng curled his lips, but his voice was a little cold, "Our art museum and Teacher Qiu Yi just suffered such criticism yesterday, and I am not in a good mood right now.
Director Chang, how are you? How have you been lately?
Chang Qing knew that there was something else behind her words. Thinking of the lawyer's letter and the phone call sent by Pei Sui, his scalp tingled.
He was actually also surprised how Meng Sheng knew it was him who did it.
Did you find out something?
But it’s a little unbelievable when you think about it.
The report came out at three in the afternoon. At around nine in the evening, shortly after Qiu Yi posted a clarification on Weibo, Pei Sui, as the legal advisor of Yisheng Art Museum, sent a lawyer's letter to him and Fuguang Art Museum.
Pei Sui even called him personally to educate him about the law.
Since the other party has already seen through it and has the evidence in his hands.
There's no need to beat around the bush.
Otherwise Meng Sheng would lose his patience and tell this matter to others.
He took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, Director Meng. I was narrow-minded about what happened yesterday. I sincerely apologize to you for my reckless behavior."
Meng Sheng narrowed his eyes, thinking of last night's dream, and asked, "Why did you do this?"
She tried to catch a clue from Chang Qing's words that could explain what happened in the dream.
Or maybe this incident was not a coincidence, but was deliberately designed by someone.
Chang Qing on the other end of the phone was indeed silent for a while.
After a while, he said, "Just think of me as someone who is blinded by lard."
He couldn't say those words out of jealousy that Yisheng Art Museum was getting better and better and overshadowing Fuguang Art Museum.
Especially since the other party was a girl who was more than ten years younger than him and whom he had always looked down upon.
Even years ago, when he knew that Shang Boyu was cheating on him, he still laughed at Meng Sheng's incompetence behind his back.
She couldn't even control a man and was taken advantage of by her so-called best friend.
It's of no use.
How can such a person lead the art museum to transcend the superficial art sense?
He was unwilling to accept and was not convinced.
Meng Sheng frowned and asked tentatively, "What do you mean? Did someone instigate you to do this?"
Chang Qing obviously didn't want to say more about this matter. "No. No one ordered me to do it. It was me. Anyway, I'm sorry for causing trouble to you and Qiu Yi.
I sincerely apologize and hope Director Meng will not make this matter public."
No one gave instructions.
Then this plagiarism incident is an inevitable occurrence in the long river of time.
Meng Sheng pursed his lips, collected his thoughts, and said calmly, "Director Chang, you probably don't understand me. I'm not a generous and kind person."
It was impossible for her to be so generous as to forgive him for damaging the reputation of Yisheng Art Museum just because he said an insignificant "I'm sorry".
Chang Qing froze.
Sure enough, he underestimated this girl in her twenties.
"A verbal apology may not be enough to express my sincerity. How about this? In the collection room of the Fuguang Art Museum, there is a painting that your mother, Teacher Xu Li, created when she was alive."
Meng Sheng was slightly stunned. Her mother Xu Li was also a famous painter.
She is not surprised that other art galleries and museums would collect her paintings.
He frowned and asked, "What painting?"
Chang Qing said, “The work is called ‘Death of Fate’ and this painting has been in our art museum’s collection for nearly three years.
You should know that the value of your mother's paintings has increased due to her death.
I will donate this painting to Yisheng Art Museum free of charge, as an apology from Fuguang Art Museum."
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