Picking the stars

The raspberries in the bamboo basket were neatly arranged, the top one was somehow crooked, Pei Ji subconsciously reached out to straighten the raspberries.

She was waiting for Song Er's answer. In fact, if Song Wei is unhappy and her parents treat her badly, Pei Ji can rush to her house now and take her home overnight.

She waited for a while before she heard Song Wei say on the other end of the phone: "Then you can hold flowers when you pick me up home?"

Pei Ji didn't understand why she had to bring flowers to take Song Wei home, but she knew that there were many flower shops on the roadside. This request was easy to do, so she agreed, "Yes."

There was another period of silence. Pei Ji's patience is very good, she will not rush, only wait.

Song Er finally spoke again, this time her voice was much softer: "Will you prepare fish for me?"

Pei Ji was very puzzled, but still agreed: "Yes."

"Is it okay to have a cat scratching board the size of a house?" Song Er's voice was already filled with a smile.

Pei Ji was stunned for a moment, and she reacted, she stopped talking.

Song Er was very happy, and asked one after another: "We must have canned cats."

"I want a cat climbing frame with a ceiling as high."

"The comb can't be less, you have to comb my hair."

"Can you hold me in the sun when the sun is good?"

"Will you squeeze my little furry paws?"

"Can you touch me?"

She was leaning against the bed, and there was a sleep lamp in the room, but she couldn't see it, there was no light, and in a void world, she said this sentence that made her blush so hot.

Song Er's voice trembled a little, she felt very ashamed, but she still wanted to say that, and wanted to behave like a kitten to the professor.

Pei Ji was at a loss, she didn’t know how to answer, because the things Song Ye described were obviously unrealistic, but Song Ye’s voice and her tone seemed to be full of bewitching, bewitching Pei Ji to make her I believe that these things are achievable.

"No way? Other kittens have owners who love them like this." Song Wei said disappointedly, "I don't want to lose to other kittens."

It was as if there was a really competitive kitten sitting in front of her, looking up at her with disappointment and condemnation. Pei Ji became very nervous. She thought it was not good, so she said: "Don't, don't make trouble."

She stammered.

Song Er's eyebrows curled up, clutching the quilt, unconsciously rubbing gently, and gently calling her: "Professor."

Pei Ji is very vigilant, her heartbeat is still very abnormal, much faster.

"I will go home and return to our house." Song Er said again.

Following her words, Pei Ji's heartbeat suddenly accelerated a lot, and her ears were almost roaring. Pei Ji is panicked, is she sick? She sits on the chair by the dining table, Liushen has no master.

Song Er didn't hear her, thinking she was still angry at the way she pretended to be a kitten just now, so she changed the subject.

The best way to divert the professor's attention is to use a question sentence to induce her to think and answer.

"Which hotel is scheduled for tomorrow's dinner?"

Pei Ji was still panicked, but when Song Wei asked her, she said the name of the hotel.

"Do you know if you want to wear formal clothes?" Song Wei reminded her softly. She remembered that Pei Ji didn't wear a dress at the dinner she strayed into last winter.

"I know." Pei Ji replied.

Song Er was relieved, the professor was a very good student, and he didn't know how to pretend to understand.

"Can you wear a long dress?" Song Er asked again.

Pei Ji replied: "Yes." Not for the seminar during the day. Formal attire is good, but the dinner party tomorrow evening will be of high standard. Not only people from the academic circle will participate, but the dress must be very formal.

Song Er said "Oh" and said, "I'm going to bed, good night Professor."

Pei Ji also said goodnight to her.

As soon as the call was hung up, Pei Ji immediately turned on the stopwatch of his mobile phone and measured his pulse rate. The speed of the heartbeat just now made her worried about whether she had a heart disease.

She measured it several times carefully, using scientific calculations, and found that although it was a bit fast, her heart rate was still within the normal range.

Pei Ji breathed a sigh of relief, and thought again, talking to Song Er these days, her heartbeat has accelerated several times, which is very scary. If this happens again, she will consider going to the hospital for an examination.

Thinking like this, she carefully wrapped the small basket of raspberries with plastic wrap, put it in the refrigerator, and waited for Song Er to go home to eat.

Song Wei hung up the phone and leaned on the bed. She was clutching the phone, thinking about Pei Ji in a daze.

She thought, what does Pei Ji look like now, is it the same as she saw at the dinner party last time? Is the hair long? Is there a little fatter or thinner?

She was indifferent at the dinner party and didn't laugh. Now, when she talks to Song Er, will she laugh?

Does she look good when she smiles?

What color dress will she wear? Will it tie up your hair?

How dazzling is she at the dinner party, will she miss Song Ye?

Song Yi thought about these problems, thought about gains and losses, and his heart ached slightly.

She really wanted to see how Pei Ji looked, really wanted to see if there was a soft light in her eyes when Pei Ji called her a kitten, would she smile, would it make Song Wei very excited.

She really wants to see her.

Song Wei slept very restlessly all night. She was ups and downs in her dreams, always in a state of dreaming but not dreaming, awake but not awake.

She felt as if she had become a cat, a cat that was blind. She couldn't see anything, and was picked up by a person in a place where she didn't know where it was.

She was nervous and thought, is it a professor?

She yelled softly, frightened and confused, the man held her, sat down, opened a can of canned cats to feed her, then hugged her on her lap and combed her hair gently.

She felt the warmth of the sun and the familiar breath of the person. The person stroked her from the back of the neck to the spine, all the way to the tail.

The man was quiet and didn't say a word, but his movements were so gentle.

Song Er was so loved by such gentle touch and sunshine that he was about to fall asleep, but the man seemed to suddenly remember something, stopped stroking, and found her little paw and squeezed it.

Song Wei suddenly woke up, it was the professor, and the professor remembered her acting like a baby on the phone.

Then she heard the professor's voice, still so calm, as if there was no emotion: "Other kittens have them, and you have them. Other kittens have their owners who love them. You have and I love you."

She said that she loved her, and Song Wei was so happy that she wanted to jump up, as if she had received the best gift in the world. She looked up quickly, wanted to see the professor, wanted to rub her.

But she couldn't see anything.

She is a blind cat.

This dream made Song Er feel uncomfortable when she woke up, and made her feel unconscious all day long. She wanted to talk to Pei Ji, but thought that Pei Ji might not be able to spare time today, so she gave up.

There are still seven days, and after seven days she will never be able to recover.

Song Wei thought blankly.

Song Jueming is still contacting the doctor. The batch he invited disappointed him, and Song Jueming paid the consultation fee and let them all leave.

He continued to inquire about various well-known doctors and showed them Song Er's examination report. He wanted to get a good diagnosis, but he was disappointed again and again.

Xia Qing stayed with Song Ye at home. Song Ye was depressed, but still cheered up and talked to her mother. She didn't want her mother to feel bad about her eyes, but also worry about her emotions.

After dinner, Song Er discussed with Xia Qing that she wanted to go out. Xia Qing knew what she wanted to do without thinking about it. She looked at Song Wei narrowly and asked, "Do you want my mother to accompany you? My mother also wants to see Professor Pei."

So Song Wei was very shy and said, "No, I will go by myself."

Song Jueming was confused when he heard it, and interrupted: "Who is Xiaoyou going to see? Who is Professor Pei?"

Xia Qing disliked it impatiently: "Don't interrupt when we girls are talking."

Song Jueming was inexplicably stunned, puzzled and wronged, very unconvinced, but still said: "Okay, then you say it, I won't say it."

But Xia Qing didn't say anything. He called the driver and assistant and told them to accompany Song Er out.

The driver drove the car very steadily. Song Wei thought about Pei Ji, and also thought that the professor would have a speech at the seminar today. Her speech must be very exciting, and she can get full applause.

Song Yi thought it was full of pride. She remembered that although this was a small and insignificant seminar in the professor's research career, it was of special significance to Song Yi. This was the first seminar that Pei Ji attended after Song Yi and Pei Ji met.

She asked the driver to turn to the flower shop. She wanted to buy a bunch of flowers to give to the professor.

The flowers were described by Song Er, who asked the gardener to pack a new bouquet. She touched the petals lightly, and there were still water droplets on the petals, which was fresh and tender to the touch.

Song Er was very satisfied. She held the flowers and sat in the back seat.

The hotel where the dinner was held is in the city center, not far from Song Er's home. Song Er arrived early, and her car stopped outside the hotel at 7:45.

According to the professor's description that she could leave the venue one hour earlier last night, it can be judged that there were probably a lot of social interactions that seemed meaningless to the professor, and she was likely to leave early.

Song Wei waited. She and Pei Ji had been separated for less than three days, but they were full of expectations for the next meeting, as if looking forward to a long-lost reunion.

"Are you out?" She asked the assistant at eight o'clock. She showed her assistant Pei Ji's photos and described her temperament in particular.

The assistant stared at the hotel door intently and said, "Not yet."

There are always cars coming and going outside the hotel, and there is a constant flow of people. They park on the opposite side of the road. The street is not wide. It is a two-lane road with only two lanes, so it sometimes gets blocked.

Song Er was very worried that the assistant would miss it. After a few minutes, she asked again, "Did you see anyone?"

The assistant still replied: "Not yet."

Song Wei hugged the flower, waiting a little anxiously, but thinking of Pei Ji, his heart was full again, with a little sour sweetness. She was still thinking about that dream, thinking about the blind kitten, would the professor like it.

The author has something to say: No, I want to explain that what I meant yesterday is not to convey a kind of intolerance, and then take revenge to avenge the thought.

Rather, this situation, objectively speaking, cannot be resolved by the forgiveness of the injured party.

In fact, what we can see in reality is that those children who have been neglected and violently violent since childhood will try hard to please their families and express injustices. To them, the love of love is like □□. They like it and rely on it, but they are always empty in their hearts.

Not only this kind of thing, there are also many human obsessions that can only be let go of through self-reconciliation.

All forgiveness must be based on letting go of oneself, otherwise it will be further self-harm.

Can you understand what I mean?

As a five-year-old, I am very worried that I will teach you guys in your teens and 20s by accident.