Picking the stars

Song Er took her hand and led her out.

Pei Ji followed her obediently. It was obvious that Song Ye could not see it. Song Ye was holding her at the beginning, and she was holding Song Ye's hand, walking half a step faster than her, watching the way for her.

But Pei Ji inexplicably felt that Song Wei led her home.

After they got into the car, Song Er did not let go of her hand, but held it firmly. She told the driver the address, and then told Pei Ji why she appeared here.

"I want to give you a surprise and wait for you to go home together outside the hotel." Song Er said, "I saw you in a gentleman's car, I followed. I gave you WeChat, you see it?"

"No." Song Wei heard Pei Ji say, and the next second Pei Ji's hand was pulled out of her palm, and then there was some rustling noise.

Song Wei opened his eyes and listened, guessing that the professor should have read WeChat.

She felt the palm of her hand empty, and there was still the feeling of holding the professor on it. Song Wei curled up her fingers, and gently rubbed the palm of her hand twice.

"That person is my dad." Pei Ji said suddenly.

Song Er let out a soft cry, thought about it, and then cautiously asked, "Did he say something about you?"

Following her words, those words that Pei Yuan said were remembered word by word by Pei Ji. She inevitably felt a sharp pain in her heart, and then a strong sense of suffocation, as if something was blocking it. She lost her airway, so she couldn't breathe.

Pei Ji opened her mouth. She couldn't tell if she wanted to talk or breathe. She had a lot to say to Song Er. She wanted to tell her that the family was not good to her. She felt very sad. She didn't understand what her parents did. I also want to ask Song Er, is she really weird?

But she can express very little, as few as one word: "Yes."

She answered very slowly, and Song Er could feel her speaking very hard.

"What did you say?" Song Er asked next.

This time, Pei Ji did not answer her.

Song Er guessed it, and the professor probably wouldn't say it. She understands that some things have to be told to others, just as difficult as taking out your heart to show others.

Besides, the professor is still such a restrained person.

But those things will not be good if you keep boring in your heart. Instead, they will take root. The longer they grow, the stronger they are. Finally, they are born with flesh and blood. If you want to squat, it will become harder and more troublesome. bone.

Song Yi tried to guide Pei Ji to say: "Would you like to talk to me?"

Pei Ji said nothing.

Song Er will not

I dared to ask again, because she couldn't see Pei Ji's expression, she didn't know whether Pei Ji was so inquisitive to her, whether he was just silent and didn't want to say it, or disgusted with her troublesomeness.

Song Er was still very worried about her, but the professor's emotions were too restrained. Her words were very few, and there was no tone in her voice. Song Wei wished to see it with his own eyes, but it was impossible for her.

An annoyance rose from the bottom of her heart and spread to her whole body. Song Wei lowered her head and stopped talking.

The car is still driving, and I don't know where it is, how far is it from Pei Ji's house.

Song Wei was in a mess. She moved her hand on her leg to her side and touched something with her fingertips. After a while, Song Wei remembered that it was flowers.

She brought flowers and happily came to the professor.

But it was destroyed by Pei Yuan.

Song Wei sighed in her heart, she picked up the flower and turned slightly to Pei Ji's side: "Professor."

Pei Ji didn't say anything, but Song Yi could imagine the professor turning his head and looking over. She held flowers in her hands and gave them: "This is for you."

The bouquet was picked up, and Pei Ji said, "Thank you."

Song Wei thought that she was very anxious when she got out of the car just now, and the flower was almost thrown away by her, and might be crushed, so he said, "Is it crushed? I will definitely give you a bunch intact next time."

When most people hear such words, whether they are true or false, they will most likely say that they are not crushed, they are still intact, or that they are still beautiful, which does not affect them. But Pei Ji did not.

Following Song Er's words, Pei Ji took a closer look at the bouquet before telling Song Er: "Three small white flowers were crushed, two large flowers, and the petals were broken."

Observe very carefully.

The assistant sitting in the co-pilot was shocked. There is such a silly professor.

Song Er didn't feel offended at all. She laughed, her voice full of smiles: "You are so dumb, what a big flower, a rose and a windmill jasmine."

Pei Ji said "Oh", not very caring.

Song Erzhang added a sentence unintentionally: "The rose symbolizes love."

Hearing this sentence, the straight steel straight man driver felt Miss Song's crazy hint. He didn't dare to look back, just glanced at the rearview mirror.

Seeing Professor Pei feel nothing: "Really? It looks good."

The driver secretly sighed and retracted his gaze, and the assistant sighed secretly.

Song Er has long been used to it, disappointment is inevitable, but she can handle her emotions well.

After arriving home, Song Wei asked the driver and assistant to go back, and asked them to bring Xia Qing a message, saying that she would not go home today.

When Pei Ji heard that she was not going home today, there was a smile in her eyes. She held the flower in one hand and freed one hand to help Song Er. Song Wei naturally let her support her, and they walked in together.

When he walked into the house, Song Er felt a sense of relief in an instant. She is familiar with the breath here.

Pei Ji let go of her hand, and Song Wei was at home, able to walk away from the guide stick very skillfully.

She walked two steps inward, remembering something, and then said: "I want to plant the flowers."

Although three small flowers were crushed and the petals of two large flowers were broken, this was the first time she sent a professor flower, which was of special significance.

"Good." Pei Ji agreed.

Song Er then walked in with confidence.

It was eleven o'clock, not too early, Song Er returned to her room, the room was full of her own taste. Song Wei walked in slowly, touched the bed, touched the blanket, touched the sleep lamp beside the bed, all of which were in their original positions.

She felt very relieved, as if she had a fixed place in the professor's home, as if this was really their home.

Song Er was very happy, and his heart was filled with joy. But it didn't take long. She thought of the assistant describing to her outside the cafe: "Professor Pei was sitting alone, she didn't move, just sitting there, as if thinking about something."

"Professor Pei lowered her head and looked at the coffee cup. Her expression seemed a bit lonely, but she couldn't see clearly."

"Pei Ji has maintained this movement. Although he can't see clearly, he feels that the professor is very depressed and sad."

She couldn't listen anymore, and she pushed the car door directly out. When she got out of the car, she was too anxious, stepped on the sidewalk steps, almost fell, and was held by her assistant.

Song Er was full of thoughts at the time, why she had to know the sadness of her beloved only through other people's descriptions.

There was no vase at home, so Pei Ji found a big and long cup, trimmed the flower branches, and put all the flowers in that cup.

She put the flowered cup on the point on the dining table where the two diagonal lines intersect.

I stood on the side and watched for a while, touched the petals of the big flower, and touched the receptacle of the small flower, before returning to the room to take a shower.

By the time she finished washing, it was almost twelve o'clock, and only half an hour was left before her bedtime.

Pei Ji took the book and leaned against the bedside to look at it. Within two pages, the door was knocked.

Apart from her at home, there is

Song Yi. Pei Ji did not say to enter, but went to open the door for Song Er, who was standing outside the door wearing a nightdress that looked very soft and comfortable.

"Can I go in?" With her eyes facing Pei Ji's chin, she softly asked her permission.

Pei Ji stepped away and said, "Yes."

Song Er walked in slowly, and when she walked in, there was a sound of closing the door behind her. Song Er's heart trembled inexplicably with that voice.

She then walked forward, Pei Ji reminded her from behind: "Three steps forward is the bed."

Song Er slowed down, and when he reached the side of the bed, he bent over to touch the edge of the bed and walked forward.

This bedroom, she had come in, on the day the professor changed the furniture at home for her. But for Song Er, the environment here is still a little strange, and she can't walk comfortably.

Finally, she sat down by the bed.

"Are you turning on the light?" Song Wei asked.

"It's on." Pei Ji's voice was right in front of him.

"What were you doing just now?" Song Er asked again ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Pei Ji's voice came to her, and she sat down beside her.

Song Wei suddenly became nervous. She wondered if the professor was sitting next to her, whether she was looking at her or just looking at a place casually.

"Can I..." Song Er grabbed the edge of her skirt and said bravely, "Lying on your bed?"

This time, after a while, Pei Ji said, "Yes."

Song Wei didn’t want to think about it. The professor didn’t answer right away. It was because of doubt or something else. She carefully climbed onto the bed, found the pillow, and lay down. She pulled the thin air conditioner over and covered it. Cover the body all the way to the bottom of the neck.

Pei Ji still sat there and didn't move. She was a little bit troubled to understand why Song Er lay on her bed. Is the bed in her room broken?

But before she decided whether to go to Song Er's room, and to see if there was any problem with her bed, Song Er said, "Will you lie down too?"

The tension in her voice was obvious, trembling clearly.

Pei Ji's blankness was deeper.

"Okay?" Song Er asked again.

Pei Ji seemed to have no choice. She said, "Okay." Then she lay down beside Song Er.

She slept on the left side, leaning on the side of the bed, Song Wei slept on the right side, leaning on Pei Ji.

They were all lying on their backs, Pei Ji looked at the ceiling, very confused, Song Wei couldn't see, and very nervous.

"Professor." She yelled, paused, and then yelled, "Pei Ji."

Pei Ji has been taught very well by her, almost a conditioned reflex.

"Song Er." She strictly followed the format, "Kitten."

Song Er's face was red again, she bit her lower lip, and her heart was too soft.

"Professor, do you want to hear my secret?" she asked softly.

Pei Ji did not speak, but Song Wei felt the movement from the pillow and the sound of hair rubbing against the cloth. The professor turned to look at her.

Song Yi smiled. She said, "When I first went blind, I was very scared. On the one hand, I was afraid of not being able to recover. On the other hand, everything and any sound made me very scared.

Pei Ji looked at her and listened very attentively. Song Er's lips were very dry. She tilted her head slightly. Those invisible eyes made her look fragile.

"Professor, I haven't told anyone about these fears, I dare not say, and I don't want to show weakness with others. I will tell you about them, and exchange the unspeakable things in your heart, okay?" Song Hao asked.

Many things cannot be expressed easily. Speaking out is like taking out your heart and giving others an evaluation.

But if it is a professor, she is willing to take her heart out willingly and show it to her, let her look at it with any eyes, she wants to use her heart to change the professor to take a little defense.

Pei Ji didn't expect her to be such a purpose, unexpected, and at a loss.

Song Er's face was very pale in the light. She waited for a while, but she didn't hear Pei Ji's voice, and her heart felt a little dull and painful.

She stretched out the quilt and groped for half of the quilt to Pei Ji.

Pei Ji looked at her face, looked at her eyes, and became impetuous inexplicably.

"Otherwise, you should listen to me first, and after listening, it doesn't matter if you don't want to exchange with me, okay?" Song Er asked again.

She was smiling, and she discovered that she could have no purpose for the professor. She was willing to give her her heart, even if she couldn't get the same heart.