Picking the stars

Pei Ji withdrew from Song Er's room and brought the door to the room.

Turned around and saw the scene in the living room.

The lighting in the living room is much brighter than in Song Er's bedroom, and it is also much colder. For a moment, Pei Ji had the illusion of not knowing where he was. She looked back at Song Er's bedroom door, and then went back to her room.

When she was about to push the door in, she suddenly remembered the bowl of chicken soup that was placed on the table at ten o'clock.

It must have been completely cold, but Pei Ji still walked over, came to the table, and picked up the bowl.

The cold chicken soup has a layer of fat floating on the surface. Pei Ji took a sip, it was cold and very greasy. She took the chicken soup into the kitchen and processed it, along with the casserole, and cleaned all the utensils before going to bed.

This night, Pei Ji had a dream. She dreamed that Song Er could see it. Under a street lamp at dusk, the sky was still twilight, and the light of the street lamp was weak and warm.

Song Wei looked at her with a smile, walked towards her, and said happily, "Professor, I'm waiting for you to get off work."

Pei Ji was not blinded by the dream. She clearly knew that it was just a dream, but she still couldn't restrain her happiness and walked towards Song Er.

But when he was about to walk in front of Song Er, the situation suddenly changed and became the operating room that day. Pei Yi's body was pushed out from the operating room, and Zhao Xian threw himself on Pei Yi, begging her. Look at her again.

There were a lot of Pei Yi's colleagues around, Pei Ji stood outside the crowd, she thought, this is a dream.

In the next moment, everyone disappeared, Zhao Yu was gone, and Pei Yi’s colleagues were also gone. Standing next to the body became Li Shengbai. He took off his mask and said, “Professor Pei, I’m sorry. but I……"

She walked over, walked to the side of the body, and saw Song Er. She closed her eyes and lay there pale. Pei Ji stretched out her hand and touched her face calmly. It was cold and no temperature. She withdrew her hand and pushed Song Er's body into the operating room. Li Shengbai asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Pei Ji heard himself say in a very calm, almost indifferent tone: "Maybe there is still a rescue."

Li Shengbai said in horror: "I'm brain dead."

But Pei Ji didn't seem to have heard it. She seemed to forget for a moment that it was in a dream and became extremely paranoid. The only thought was that it could be saved.

In the end, the biological clock awakened her.

Pei Ji opened her eyes and sat up. It was already dawn, which was the time she usually got up. She got out of bed and found that her pajamas were soaked in cold sweat.

Pei Ji went to take a shower, and the situation in the dream was expelled from her mind.

She thought, how can patients who have been declared brain dead still be saved? It completely violates medical common sense.

This dream is absurd.

She washed, walked out of the room, and bought breakfast as usual. But he hesitated before knocking on Song Er's door.

Song Er probably had no intention of eating.

Knock on the door now, it will disturb her.

Just as she hesitated, the door opened, and Song Er appeared behind the door. Pei Ji was stunned for a moment. This was Song Wei's first time. Without her calling, he opened the door consciously.

Hesitating that Pei Ji didn't make a sound, Song Wei didn't know that there was another person outside the door. She walked straight out and almost hit Pei Ji's body. Fortunately, Pei Ji avoided in time.

She hurriedly stepped aside, and also frightened Song Er. Song Er hurriedly stopped and called out suspiciously, "Professor?"

Pei Ji replied: "Yeah." But the absurd dream came to mind in his mind, dreaming that Song Wei was declared dead, lying silently, and dreaming that she violated medical common sense and tried to save her.

Song Er smiled: "You're up? Why don't you knock on the door? It has passed the time you usually call me to get up. It's been three minutes."

She has a good complexion and a natural smile. It seems that she has walked out of yesterday's haze. Pei Ji took a close look at her face, thinking that she was putting on a whitewash.

She didn't answer Song Er's questions, only said: "Eat."

Song Er didn't ask further, followed behind her and walked towards the dining table.

They usually seldom talk when they eat, but this meal seems to be extraordinarily silent. Pei Ji still had no appetite, but he still swallowed all the food in front of him according to the usual eating frequency.

The summer sun is reflected on the glass windows, as if hope is burning, golden and warm, but not scorching.

Pei Ji finished eating and put down his chopsticks.

Song Er heard the noise and sighed.

Pei Ji looked at her immediately.

"Professor, the story before going to bed last night was so profound." Song Er said with some distress.

Pei Ji was shocked. She struggled for a while. After all, she could not say anything to cater to Song Er. She justified herself: "This is a very vivid and vivid popular science book. It was carefully selected by me in front of the bookshelf."

Song Wei learned Pei Ji's indifference again: "Oh."

Pei Ji immediately discovered that she was imitating her, frowned, and emphasized: "This book is suitable for ordinary people with zero foundation, and it is not esoteric at all."

Song Er still had an expression of unbelief, but he seemed to succumb: "Well, what the professor said is correct."

Pei Ji thought she had won a temporary victory, but she didn't feel happy at all, stood up and said, "I'm going to work."

Song Er got up to see her off.

They walked to the door, Pei Ji opened the door, and she looked back at Song Er.

Song Er during the day is different from under the lights at night. Song Ye is very fragile at night and needs to listen to her voice and hold her hand to fall asleep. Song Ye during the day is pretentious to be strong for some reason.

But no matter what the reason, Pei Ji decided not to expose her, she said again: "I went to work."

Song Er bends her lips with a gentle smile. She raised her hand and waved, and said, "Goodbye, Professor, pay attention to safety, and go home early after get off work."

Because she couldn't see it, the direction she waved her hand was actually a bit biased, and she didn't face Pei Ji.

Pei Ji promised her: "Okay."

Just closed the door and went out.

As soon as the door closed, Song Er's smile disappeared. She stood behind the door for a while, then lowered her head and walked in.

She was still scared and still unable to make a decision. But she didn't want to miss every opportunity to get along with the professor, nor did she want the professor to accompany her to worry.

When Pei Ji left home and arrived at the institute, the little milk cat in the park was strolling in the corridor. It is now living in good conditions and is a favorite of the whole hospital. It can come and go freely in almost all places, except for a few special laboratories and Pei Ji's office.

Pei Ji saw it and walked directly past it. The little milk cat hurriedly followed, but in the end he was locked outside by Pei Ji.

Pei Ji would not allow it to come close, because Song Ye was allergic to cat hair, she was worried that the cat hair would stick to her body, which would become Song Ye’s allergen after returning home.

In fact, cats don't shed much hair during their cubs, but Pei Ji believes that they should not be allowed to develop the habit of getting close to her because they will have a long moulting period in a few months.

The little milk cat yelled unwillingly outside the door, and scratched the door with his small paw, but finally left.

Probably because Pei Ji was the first to spot this cat. This cat seems to like her very much, and this scene is staged every day.

Pei Ji was used to it, and started today's work indifferently.

At 10:30, her assistant told her with a tablet: "This is the electronic invitation letter for this year's International Summit of Immunology and Pathology. The written invitation will be sent in two weeks."

Pei Ji glanced at the time. On September 3rd, the location was a small town in Italy. She said she knew.

The assistant said: "The summit invites you to give an opening speech at this year's opening ceremony."

Pei Ji was a little surprised, because the opening speech would often be delivered by a highly respected and well-known veteran scientist.

The assistant saw her surprise and flatly complimented: "You are in the limelight, and you can no longer be said to be a rising star in the world. Everyone agrees that you are already a bright star high in the starry sky. You deserve your name for this speech."

Pei Ji had nothing to say. She glanced at the electronic invitation letter and said she knew it. When the assistant went out, she took out her mobile phone and called Song Er.

This was the first time she took the initiative to call Song Er. Song Er answered quickly. On the other end of the phone, she called her name: "Pei Ji."

Pei Ji found out that Song Wei sometimes called her name, sometimes called her professor. There was no special rule, as if she did everything to her heart. The only thing in common was her voice, whether it was happy, sad, worried, or nervous. There is always some dependence.

Pei Ji wanted to tell Song Er a good news, but she asked first: "What are you doing?"

"I want to write a song, and my friend sent a guitar." She said, and after a few strings, a simple melody came.

"Professor, do you want to hear me sing? I sing very well." Song Er seemed to mention it casually, but he was really looking forward to it.

Pei Ji thought for a while, and thought it was not a good time to listen to Song Er sing, because she had something to tell her that would make Song Er very happy, so he refused: "I don't want to."

Song Wei was rejected and was very unhappy, so he screamed. After thinking about it, he still wanted the professor to praise her very much, so he had no humility to boast: "If you want to hear, I will sing it to you Oh, I sing very well."

Somehow, when she said this, Pei Ji suddenly felt that the news she wanted to tell Song Er was not so important. Listening to Song Er's singing was the most important thing.

She was about to change her mouth, Song Er asked: "You are looking for me, is there something wrong?"

The professor would never take the initiative to contact her, and if she suddenly found her, there must be something wrong.

The topic was cut off, Pei Ji had to follow Song Er's question and tell her: "The International Summit on Immunology and Pathology invited me to give an opening speech at the opening ceremony."

Song Wei instantly forgot the frustration of being rejected just now, and said happily, "Awesome! The professor is amazing!"

Her voice was full of joy. I don't know anything. When she touched the strings, she made a few crisp noises. Accompanied by Song Er's voice, Pei Ji's mood became very good.

"I knew that the professor was the best!" Song Wei said with a smile, his voice soft and unspeakable.

Pei Ji also bends the corners of her lips. She didn't even notice her. Her always deserted eyes were filled with smiles: "You go with me, and I will arrange the identity of an assistant for you, so you can listen. I gave a speech."

When she said this, she paused and told Song Er seriously: "Lu Man has not heard my speech."

She still remembers that when she came out of Professor Sun's house that day, Song Wei said that she wanted to listen to her lecture, and she agreed, but she was very upset when she learned that Lu Man had also heard her lecture.

Pei Ji didn't understand why Song Yi knew that Lu Man had listened to her class, and would be unhappy, but if Song Yi was happy, she could do something for her that she had never done for others.

Song Er was surprised, and immediately anyone could feel the joy of the earth. She said on the other end of the phone, "Thank you, Professor!"

Pei Ji was infected by her happiness, she did not hold back, and described the scenery of the small Italian town where the summit was held to Song Er.

Her literary attainments are limited, but she is extremely precise. She accurately describes the city's area, population, architectural style, and the flowering period and structural characteristics of the most beautiful flowers in the city.

Song Er listened very seriously, and she couldn't help but said, "I really want to see it."

The topic was so interrupted. With this sensitive "look", both Song Wei and Pei Ji fell into silence.

The summit was held in early September, and it is now mid-July. After three weeks, about a month before the summit, Song Er must decide whether to undergo surgery.

Only then did Pei Ji realize his irrationality.

In her vision, Song Wei may be visible or invisible, but she will definitely accompany her, take a flight, travel through the clouds, go to the small city, listen to her speech, and go sightseeing with her.

She was so irrational that she deliberately ignored the 35% possibility from the subconscious, pretending that Song Er's operation was risk-free and she would always be by her side.

Pei Ji thought of the absurd dream in the morning.

She found that she was no different from the one who violated medical common sense in her dream and had to save Song Er.

She in reality, just like her in her dream, is very, very reluctant to Song Er.