Picking the stars

On the first night of separation from Pei Ji in a month, Song Wei's longing spread uncontrollably, entangled her heart, entangled her fingertips holding the phone sore.

"Professor." She called her softly, closing her eyes, wanting to feel her, eager to be next to her, eager to sleep next to her, eager to hold her with one hand out.

Pei Ji felt Song Er's voice, her tone of voice, and her breathing seemed to be different from usual, lower and heavier, making the air on her side thicker.

Pei Ji was a little flustered, she tried her best to calm down: "Yeah."

Song Er fell silent, only the sound of her breathing was left. The breathing sound is not heavy, it is a normal frequency, but in the middle of the night, there are no other sounds, and the light breathing seems to be amplified and clear.

Pei Ji's panic became more and more obvious. She found that her heartbeat frequency was abnormal and became a little faster. She hoped Song Yi could speak quickly to break the silence, but Song Yi could not hear her heartbeat.

This emotion is so strange. Pei Ji flatly put her hand on the bed and grabbed the quilt anxiously. She felt dazed and at a loss.

"Pei Ji." Song Wei suddenly called her name.

Pei Ji bit her lower lip in shock. It was too hard and it hurt. She calmed down and said, "Yeah."

The heartbeat is getting more and more abnormal.

Song Wei was somewhat helpless by her plain reaction, but she still told her gently: "This is missing, can you understand?"

In this way, just calling her name can fill the heart, and the whole heart seems to have a place to rest, just miss.

Pei Ji made no sound.

Song Wei waited for a while, couldn't help but smile, a little helpless, how could the professor understand that it would take more patience to teach humanoid AI emotions.

When she was about to speak, Pei Ji spoke first: "Song Ye."

She called her name in an almost indifferent tone, but Song Wei was stunned.

After a pause, Pei Ji said again: "Kitten."

Song Er's face suddenly blushed, completely red, she subconsciously raised her hand to cover her eyes, her lips were raised high, and she felt so shy, she retorted stiffly, "Who are you calling a kitten? ?"

Pei Ji was confused by her question and answered her: "You."

"I am not." Song Eryan insincerely corrected her, "You can't be called a kitten."

Pei Ji ignored it.

Song Er could not hear her voice, suspecting that she would not obey, blushing, and asked seriously: "Have you heard?"

Pei Ji still didn't want to listen, her learning ability was very strong, and she didn't think she was doing it wrong. When Song Ye used two ways to explain her missing, she should also use two methods to address Song Ye accordingly.

Song Er had to accept the title reluctantly. The blush on her face spread all the way to the base of her ears. She calmly said, "Well then, the kitten is just a kitten."

It seems to be reluctant. Pei Ji thought, maybe Song Wei didn't like her calling her that way, maybe she preferred to be Teacher Song.

Pei Ji was a little depressed, but she didn't want to say, because it was too late, it was 3:17, and she shouldn't be awake anymore.

"Sleep." She reminded Song Er.

Song Er said: "Okay."

Pei Ji just waited for her to say good night.

The room was dark, and Pei Ji had closed her eyes. As long as Song Wei said good night, she could seamlessly connect with sleep. But Song Er didn't say goodnight, she gently called her: "Professor."

Pei Ji opened his eyes again and waited for her to continue.

Song Er said softly in her ear: "You call me again, call me a kitten."

"Kitten." Pei Ji reacted precisely like a robot receiving instructions.

Song Er was very happy: "Goodnight Professor."

"Good night." Pei Ji hung up the phone.

The night is completely tranquil. Pei Ji was finally able to sleep. She slept well and woke up at a normal time the next day. After waking up, she didn't have a headache. She had a short but high-quality sleep.

When she got up, washed, went out, and went to the research institute, Pei Ji slowly reacted when she saw the kitten greet her enthusiastically. Song Wei liked the name kitten.

Near noon, Song Er arrived at the hospital accompanied by Song Jueming and Xia Qing.

It was a private hospital, and Song Jueming had some investment in this hospital. It is very convenient to borrow it at this time.

The doctors are here. These doctors were recruited by Song Jueming from all over the world. They are all well-known, have beautiful resumes and rich experience.

Song Er has done many inspections and is already familiar with the process. Xia Qing stayed with her all the way, nervous as if she was doing an examination. Song Er already knew what the result was, but she still cooperated and would comfort Xia Qing.

The doctors conduct a consultation. In the afternoon, they came to the conclusion that if you want to recover your eyesight, you must have an operation, and you must have it as soon as possible, but the success rate of the operation is very low. The doctor with the highest said that 60%, suggesting that the patient consider it carefully.

Song Jueming was surprised. He remembered what Song Er said yesterday, so he asked them, Dr. Li Shengbai thought there was a 65% success rate.

Several doctors looked at each other, and finally one of them came out and said in English: "Since Mr. Song has contacted Dr. Li's team to perform surgery on Ms. Song, then we don't have to stay anymore."

After he finished speaking, no one raised objections.

Song Jueming was still thinking yesterday that he can find the best doctor and use the best equipment. He doesn't believe that the modern medicine is so advanced, and it will not be able to cure her daughter's eyes. Today, I was poured cold water on my head.

He turned his head to look at Song Er, opened his mouth, but couldn't speak, but Xia Qing reacted, and she asked, "Where is Doctor Li?"

The parents already understood the current situation. They saw so many doctors helpless. Song Ye felt relieved. She didn't have to tell her the situation personally, which made her feel a lot easier.

But soon she felt very boring again.

Song Jueming still refused to give up. He continued to find a doctor, holding Song Er's examination report, and inquiring good doctors through various contacts.

Song Wei didn't stop, she knew that compared to such a panic, sitting helplessly waiting for death, it was the most desperate.

She was sitting on the patio at home, thinking that another day had passed, and there were eight days left.

Eight days later, she will have to make a final decision. If she does not accept the operation, there will be no chance of recovery.

Someone came out behind him, and Song Er sat up from the recliner, a cup touched the back of her hand, and it was cold.

"Drink some juice." Xia Qing said.

Song Er took it and said in a low voice, "Thank you mom."

She took a sip from the glass. It was orange juice, iced, and it was very comfortable to drink.

Xia Qing sat down beside her. Song Er yelled: "Mom."

"Mom is here." Xia Qing patted the back of her hand gently, trying to relax her tone as much as possible, "Let's talk."

The room behind him was brightly lit.

Song Wei couldn't see it. She only knew that it was night, but she hadn't seen what night was like for five months.

"Have you decided?" Xia Qing asked.

What she asked was whether to have surgery.

Song Er nodded: "I don't want to do it."

Xia Qing was very surprised, but did not object, and even felt relieved. For the parents, the child has a defect, although it is heartache, it is far better than taking another adventure.

However, when she spoke, she still said, "There is still time, so you can think about it."

Song Er understood what she meant and nodded, "Okay."

The atmosphere is inevitably heavy. Xia Qing looked at the street lights outside, the lights were on in the neighborhood, or the dark houses, she thought of something, and smiled and asked: "Did your stars give you advice?"

She mentioned Pei Ji, and Song Wei couldn't help but smile: "She won't tell me, she's very rigid, only saying that your way of thinking is very emotional."

In fact, Pei Ji's meaning is the same as that of her mother. She is not biased to do it, nor is it biased not to do it, but to make her own decision and make a deliberate choice.

Xia Qing looked surprised and couldn't help but laughed: "It sounds very sensible."

Song Wei nodded, a little sour, and smiled and said, "She doesn't like me."

Xia Qing's expression became heavy: "Then she is a little bit ignorant." In the eyes of her parents, her own children are of course the best.

Song Wei lowered his head and smiled, and said, "No, it's her, very slow, she doesn't understand feelings." She thought about it, and told Xia Qing, "Mom, the person I like is a girl."

Xia Qing accepted this fact in three seconds, and it took as much time as yesterday to accept that her daughter had a liking. She considered the wording and expressed her support for her daughter: "Then whether mom and dad can have multiple daughters, it depends on your hard work."

Song Er was a little depressed: "I'm not very confident."

Xia Qing shook his head: "Don't you always think that if you want what you want, just go for it, and you must have the determination to get it? Why don't you lose confidence in your feelings?"

She didn't know what kind of person Pei Ji was. Song Er thought of something, found the phone, and wanted to pass it to Xia Qing. Due to invisible reasons, she didn't know where Xia Qing's hand was, so she could only pass it roughly toward Xia Qing's.

Xia Qing took the phone, and Song Wei said, "Mom, you search for Pei Ji."

So Xia Qing knew that Pei Ji was the name of someone Song Wei liked. She entered the two words Pei Ji into the search engine. After pressing the search button, she glanced a few times and looked at Song Er in shock: "This is not an ordinary girl."

There is no shortage of geniuses in the world, but there are probably only a handful of people like Pei Ji. The twenty-five-year-old professor, a well-known immunologist at home and abroad, is dazzling among a group of middle-aged and elderly scientists.

Song Er is very proud: "She is the person I like." She began to introduce her beloved immunologist to her mother. "She looks cold and speaks indifferently. In fact, her heart is very soft and she lacks ordinary feelings. The ability to understand is very slow, as if she grew up in an environment isolated from humans. She doesn’t like communicating with people, but in the necessary social interactions, she can behave like a normal person. I doubt she will People who I usually meet choose to generalize, and then when necessary, choose an imitation object to behave like a normal person. Like a robot with no emotions."

Xia Qing did not show interest, but was a little worried. She swiped down a few times. There was not much news about Pei Ji on the Internet, and there were only few photos. Most of them were news reports about her achievements.

"But she treats me very well, supervises me to eat, accompanies me to the hospital, helps me contact the doctor, takes me to her teacher’s house as a guest, and takes me out for a walk when I am depressed. Every time I send her WeChat, she must Will return, although she often returns very slowly. She has high academic requirements, she is very focused and hardworking."

After Song Wei finished speaking, he made a summary: "It's just too slow. I have made it clear many times, and she can't understand it, and she doesn't get any way. It's like a big piece of wood."

Song Wei didn’t know how much she talked about Pei Ji, or how gentle she looked when she talked about all aspects of Pei Ji. Even the last complaint that Pei Ji was like a piece of wood without feelings was shy in distress. Smile.

Xia Qing looked at it and suddenly let go of some worries. She smiled and said, "That's great. After that, she has got the hang of it. Then all the things she knows about love are taught to her. You Teach her how to love and how to learn to love, and to learn how to love each other."