Picking the stars

Few people can see Pei Ji's emotions.

Because she doesn't like to talk, her expression is more concise and lacking, so she is unhappy, and when she is not talking, it seems that there is no difference between normal times.

So, almost no one ever asked her, are you unhappy?

Pei Ji's hand on the keyboard paused, and she turned her gaze on Song Er, a little confused and a little surprised.

Song Wei didn't know what Pei Ji's expression was now, she could only hear the keyboard sound suddenly disappeared.

The sudden silence is always frustrating, not to mention Song Wei can't see anything and don't know what happened. She subconsciously squeezed the glass in her hand, and whispered: "I feel it."

After she finished speaking, she didn't hear any reaction from Pei Ji, and after a while, it was still silent.

Song Er was panicked. The professor probably didn't like others to guess her emotions. She quickly explained: "Blind people feel very sensitive. I have seen blind people become blind because of blindness. The other four senses of the five senses will be particularly sensitive and intuitive. I still don’t believe in accurate statements. I didn’t realize that it was true until I was blind.”

Because I can't see it, I pay special attention to the sound.

Because I can't see it, and I want to know if she is smiling, or expressionless, whether she is happy or unhappy, so she is especially sensitive and sensitive to her emotions.

Song Wei wanted to show that she didn't guess on purpose, but felt it, but after explaining it, she found that it didn't seem convincing at all. She was silent for a while, Pei Ji still did not speak, and the sound of typing on the keyboard did not reverberate.

Song Wei lowered his head in frustration, a little self-defeating, and said: "You didn't deny it, that's really unhappy. Do you want to talk about it?"

The water glass in her hand was a bit cold, perhaps because the air conditioner was turned on too low. Song Wei felt very cold. Her heart was a mess, nervous and a little annoyed.

After a while, and it seemed a long time, Song Wei finally heard Pei Ji speak, and she said, "It's family business."

Pei Ji didn't know if Song Nei could understand him, and he was afraid that Song Nei would ask what was going on at home. Fortunately, Song Wei also calmed down. She didn't question or comfort Pei Ji, so that she would not be sad.

Pei Ji breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little empty. After talking about it, it didn't seem to help. She didn't feel relieved. Pei Yuan's indifference on the phone made Pei Ji very uncomfortable. She has endured this indifference for many years, and she can't find a way to crack it.

"Pei Ji." Song Wei suddenly spoke again, she leaned sideways, if she could see her, her eyes should be facing the position of Pei Ji's chin.

Pei Ji couldn't help looking into her eyes.

Those invisible eyes were as clear and clean as ever, like a pool of water from an unseen mountain, without any stains.

"Let me tell you a joke," she said with a smile.

Pei Ji has nothing to do, just listen.

"It's a very academic joke. It's different from ordinary jokes, and it has something to do with your research direction."

Hearing the words academic, Pei Ji became a little interested, and turned sideways, facing Song Er, with a respectful appearance.

Song Er coughed, cleared his throat, and then began to speak solemnly: "There used to be someone who had a fever, so he asked his immune system and said, ‘Immune system, why did I have a fever?’"

This sounded like a serious joke, and Pei Ji took it seriously.

"The immune system says: ‘because you are sick.’"

"That person said, ‘then why do you have a fever?’"

"The immune system replied:'Because the virus does not live long at 40°C.'"

"That person is very angry:'But I can't live long at 40°C.'"

"The immune system says..."

Speaking of the most critical point, Song Er's expression became serious, showing a very cold look, and then said: "I admit that I have a gambling element, but today you and the virus must die!"

After she finished speaking, there was deathly silence in the living room.

After a while, Song Er pushed Pei Ji with his elbow. Xia Yuan was thin, and both of them were wearing short sleeves. Song Er's elbow directly touched Pei Ji's skin, and the two of them were stunned at the same time.

Song Er's voice lowered: "Have you smiled yet?"

Pei Ji is as cold as the immune system in a joke: "No."

When telling jokes, the most feared is the cold spot. Song Wei was a little bit unwilling to give up, and asked, "Isn't it funny?"

Pei Ji glanced at her strangely, but didn't find anything funny, so he said, "It's not funny."

Song Ermei moved her heart, as if she was patient. After a while, she seemed to be intolerable. She said a little angrily, "This is the funniest joke."

It means that Pei Ji is too ignorant of the goods.

Pei Ji is indifferent, not funny is not funny.

Song Wei stopped talking, holding her water glass, moved to the other end of the sofa, returned to her original position, turned her back to Pei Ji, as if she never wanted to talk to Pei Ji anymore.

For more than an hour, Song Wei didn't speak. She seemed to be sulking. Pei Ji looked at her several times, but she didn't respond, as if she had been injured by the gas, and she couldn't become active in a short time.

After eleven o'clock, Song Wei got up, she still did not speak, nor did she say hello to Pei Ji, and went straight back to the bedroom.

Pei Ji was the only one left in the living room.

It was strange that Song Ye hadn't spoken just now, and he was also very quiet, but now that Song Ye had left, the silence seemed to have substance, and it was too quiet to be ignored.

Pei Ji was a little uncomfortable. She moved the computer to the sofa, stood up, and took a sip of tea.

The tea was cold, the taste was a bit bitter, and it flowed into the esophagus. The cool feeling made Pei Ji more sober. Suddenly, she was taken aback. How could she feel too quiet and not used to it because Song Er left the living room.

Obviously she has always been alone and always prefers a quiet environment.

There was a rushing sound of water from Song Er's bedroom. The sound was not loud, and it was very faint through the door and the wall. Pei Ji turned his head and looked over. Song Er's bedroom door was hidden, leaving a gap in the door, revealing a dim light.

She bought a non-slip mat specially today, and chose the softest and most frictional one. It has a large area. It is almost half a bathroom, so there is no need to worry that Song Er will slip.

She walked back to the sofa and sat down, picked up the computer, opened a document, and looked at it. She suddenly stopped and remembered the joke Song Er told her just now.

There was a little smile in those eyes that were always deserted, and the smile grew more and more, and even the corners of his lips rose.

She still didn't think the joke was interesting, but Song Wei's serious voice and the appearance of her working hard to liven up the atmosphere made Pei Ji feel a little happy for some reason.

She knew that Song Er wanted to make her laugh.

Although that joke is really not funny.

But after Song Er's trouble, her mood really improved.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and a few minutes later, the sound of opening the door came. Song Er is ready.

It's already twelve o'clock. According to the habit, Pei Ji should clean up, take a bath, and get ready to sleep. But she didn't move, as if she was still immersed in work and couldn't help herself, staring intently at the computer screen.

As time passed by, the night became darker and darker.

Outside the window, the branches of the willow trees by the pond swayed slowly in the night breeze. The water in the pool wafted round and round, the ripples were quiet, and there were bugs screaming in the grass.

The hustle and bustle of summer night carries peace and long serenity.

Pei Ji is still reading the literature. There was movement in Song Er's bedroom, and the sound of very light and slow footsteps sounded. Pei Ji counted in his heart, counting to five, and the footsteps stopped. Then there was a slight sound of a hand on the door.

Pei Ji never looked up at the screen.

Then, she heard Song Er's voice coming from a distance, through the night of early summer, through the lights of a room.

"Goodnight Professor."

Pei Ji still focused on the literature, did not lift his head, and seemed calm: "Good night."

In a moment, the door was gently closed, and Pei Ji raised her head. She also closed the notebook, stood up, and went back to her room.

In the next few days, Song Yi still had to stay in bed, and let Pei Ji go out half an hour late every day, but Pei Ji never gave up calling Song Yi to get up, because in her simple concept, breakfast is absolutely indispensable. And Song Er is in bed, if she doesn't wake her up and stare at her, she will definitely sleep over breakfast.

Song Wei stayed at home without any accidents. Sometimes she listened to audio books, sometimes turned on the TV to listen, and sometimes listened to some music that Pei Ji couldn't appreciate at all.

At night, no matter which restaurant Pei Ji brought back, Song Er would say it was not delicious, she was inexplicably obsessed with the dinner on the first day. Pei Ji even wondered if she was still in the rebellious period, so stubborn.

But overall, it's fairly safe and sound.

Pei Ji is constantly adjusting her timetable based on Song Nei’s reaction. She has postponed the time to go to bed by half an hour, and also delayed the wake-up time by half an hour, because every time Song Nei is called to get up, she has to call for half an hour. Calling from 6:50 to 7:20, Song Er can be called out of the room. Delaying one hour can just offset the half hour.

However, after waiting for Pei Ji to postpone it for half an hour and calling Song Yi directly at 7:20, Song Yi still couldn't get up. When she left the room, it was 7:50, Pei Ji was almost late.

But even if she was not late, the colleagues in the institute were shocked to see Professor Pei's belated appearance, and several old professors who were equal to her even asked her if she was in trouble.

After all, Professor Pei Ji's self-discipline and law are very famous, and she has never arrived so late.

Pei Ji couldn't say that there was a bedridden person at home, so she could only say that she overslept and broke the glasses of many scientific researchers.

So it's Saturday.

On Saturday morning, Pei Ji and Song Wei were at home. At nine o'clock, Pei Ji’s cell phone rang suddenly, and the furniture she ordered was delivered. She answered the phone and said something, she was about to let Song Wei go to her bedroom to stay, so as not to bump into it after a while, she saw Song Wei clutching her guide cane and looked unhappy.

Pei Ji was surprised and asked: "What's the matter?"

Song Wei seemed aggrieved and somewhat unconvinced. She said, "They all have your number, but I don't."

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The sleep aid medicine mentioned in the last chapter was made up by me, and several cuties came to ask what medicine it was.

What's the matter with you? Why are you all suffering from insomnia? Shouldn't teenagers and children be carefree?

Then, the joke that Song Er told me was not made up by me, but sent to me by a friend. It was really funny.