Picking the stars

She spoke so sincerely, but her consciousness was almost blurred by the pain.

Pei Ji reached out and touched her forehead. The tentacles were wet and cold, all in cold sweat. Song Ye raised his eyes to look at her, Pei Ji's hand stayed on Song Ye's forehead for a while before he lowered his eyes, looked at her, and said, "It's useless."

It's useless to kiss, Song Er still feels very painful, and there is no relief at all.

"Yes." Song Wei looked at Pei Ji's eyes and said categorically.

Pei Ji paused with his hand on Song Er's forehead, moved it slightly downward, and covered her eyes. The corners of Song Er's lips were pursed and slightly raised, as if he was smiling.

She blinked gently, her long eyelashes swept gently on Pei Ji's palms, itching, so that Pei Ji's palms of her eyes were slightly arched to avoid the harassment of her eyelashes.

If it weren't for the strength, Song Er really wanted to hold the professor's hand and put it on her chest, so that she could feel her heartbeat.

"It's really effective. It doesn't hurt at all if there is a professor's kiss." Song Er's eyes were covered, and she couldn't see it again. She lifted her head slightly, trying to get close to Pei Ji's palm, but pulled her wound. A sharp pain spread from the pain nerve of the incision, and the pain forced tears from the corners of her eyes.

Pei Ji felt the wetness of his fingertips, moved his hand away, and saw that Song Er's eyes were moist, and the tears under his eyes would not fall, and he looked a little aggrieved.

"Don't move." Pei Ji warned her.

"Yeah." There was a nasal sound in Song Er's voice, and his eyes were full of nostalgia when he looked at Pei Ji, very obedient.

The analgesic medicine injected into her body more than half an hour ago worked, and the pain of the wound eased a little. Song Er felt sleepy again.

She closed her eyes, and after a while, she fell asleep.

Pei Ji took out the laptop from his bag, put it on his lap, and sat on the bedside to work.

She is still very focused when she works, but it's like rewriting the procedures in her body about work. She is no longer alone. She will look up every five minutes and look at Song Wei to make sure she is still asleep. .

After more than two hours, Song Er slept more and more restlessly. She did not wake up, and seemed to be in a state of waking up with half a dream. Her teeth bit her lower lip and her lips were bitten with blood.

Pei Ji put down the laptop and gently shook Song Er's chin. Song Er let go, leaving a shallow tooth mark on his lower lip.

She was in a lot of pain. After letting go, she slept more restlessly. She wanted to turn, but she touched the wound again, and there was a burst of cold sweat on her forehead.

Pei Ji was anxious and wanted to do something, and wanted to help Song Wei share the pain.

She saw Song Er’s hand on the quilt. She said in her heart that it was useless and had no scientific basis. On the other hand, she took Song Er’s hand and gently touched it as if the body was out of the control of reason. A kiss was stamped on the knuckle of her left hand.

This kiss was even longer than the previous one, and it was more sincere. Pei Ji even felt that he was split into two parts. One said it was useless, which was unscientific. The other was like a long-distance learner kneeling on the Buddha. He was generally pious in front of him, praying sincerely, and don't let Song Er hurt anymore.

There was a sound of footsteps, and stopped not far away. Pei Ji looked up and saw Song Er's parents standing at the door.

Pei Ji still held Song Ye's hand, and she panicked for a while, as if she was doing something wrong with Song Ye and was caught by her parents.

Song Jueming's face sank. He took a step forward and was about to speak. Xia Qing pulled his sleeve and motioned him not to speak.

Pei Ji's heart jumped wildly, she put Song Er's hand back, then stood up and nodded to them to say hello: "Uncle, auntie."

She spoke decently, did not show any guilty conscience, and did not blush shyly.

Xia Qing couldn't see through her, so she just pretended not to see her. While holding her husband's hand to comfort him, so that he would not get angry, she walked in and said with a smile, "Thank you, Professor Pei."

It was already noon, and she brought lunch, all made by the chef at home, in addition to meals for Song Er's patient, but also for Pei Ji.

She handed the insulation box to Pei Ji: "Come on, have lunch first."

The other insulation box was placed on one side of the table, and when Song Er woke up, he opened it again.

Pei Ji thanked him politely, sat down at the table, and opened the lunch box. There are four layers in total, the upper three layers are vegetables, one meat, one vegetable and one soup, and the bottom layer is rice.

Pei Ji took a bite and found that the saltiness was completely in line with her taste.

Xia Qing pulled a chair over and sat down opposite Pei Ji to look at her.

Pei Ji was watched by her, and he did not feel uncomfortable like ordinary people. He still ate very much attentively and was very sincere to the food.

Xia Qing looked at her with a smile and didn't bother. She waved to her husband and told him to go quickly and don't get in the way here.

Song Jueming still remembered what he saw just now. This Professor Pei took advantage of Xiao You’s sleep to steal his relatives, but he and Xia Qing’s husband and wife for so many years still had this tacit understanding. She didn’t let him stay. He raised his hand and shook it, making a goodbye gesture, and left.

After Pei Ji finished the meal, he arranged the lunch box and found that Song Er's mother had been watching her, and said, "It's delicious, thank you, Auntie."

"Don't be polite, don't be polite with me." Xia Qing said with a smile, "You are just like Xiaoyou and me, relax, it doesn't matter, it's all a family."

Pei Ji was puzzled, and he didn't understand why he was a family.

Because Xia Qing saw Pei Ji's kiss Song Ye's hand, he thought they had already confirmed their relationship, and seeing Pei Ji's puzzled expression, he realized that there was no such thing.

She reacted quickly and immediately changed her words: "You see that you have taken care of Xiaoyou for so long, and the family hasn't been so good, right?" After speaking, she showed a little hesitant expression, a little embarrassed." But if it's a family, the aunt is abrupt."

Most of Pei Ji's colleagues are older than her, and they are all the ages at which her father can be her grandfather, but the contacts at work are different from those in life.

She has no experience in dealing with elders in life.

She quickly called up some cases of young people and elders that she had seen before in her mind, and quickly picked out a model that fits the current context.

"It's not abrupt, you are too polite." She said cautiously.

Xia Qing's makeup is exquisite and her dress is very decent, Song Er is out of danger, she resumes her usual look, graceful and gentle, with some artist romance and the charm of a woman after middle age.

"In a few days, Xiao Wei's father and I are leaving again, Xiao Wei will get rid of Professor Pei and take more care." Xia Qing looked at Pei Ji with a gentle gaze, which was very similar to that of Song Wei.

Pei Ji recalled the details of the pattern while responding: "I should do it."

"What has Professor Pei researched recently?"

Pei Ji chose the simple one of several recent projects she had done, and talked about it in an easy-to-understand manner. Xia Qing didn't understand at all, but still made a sudden realization, complimenting her: "Awesome, Xiao Ji is so powerful, and at a young age, he can understand such advanced knowledge."

Pei Ji keenly discovered that her aunt's name had changed, but she didn't seem to point it out.

"Come to my aunt's house during the Chinese New Year. Auntie will make dumplings for you. Xiaomei is spoiled by her father and me. She is usually squeamish and willful. You are two years older. Take care of it. But if she does something wrong, you don't have to Too used to her."

Pei Ji agreed with Xia Qing's statement and nodded in agreement.

Xia Qing's brows were gentle, and he patted Pei Ji's hand, and said, "Be good."

Although they met not long ago and didn't say much, Pei Ji felt that Xia Qing was very kind. Xia Qing said something to her again, and Pei Ji answered well.

In the afternoon, Song Wei woke up, and Xia Qing fed her something.

Song Er's spirit has improved a lot, but the wound still hurts.

In the evening, Xia Qing wanted to stay and let Pei Ji go to rest for a while. They had already hired an escort, and they would not be too tired if they had an **** to help in the evening.

But Pei Ji was very persistent, and took out a timetable, and assigned it with Xia Qing.

In the end, they simply divided them according to the week, and decided that Pei Ji would come on the night of 1357, and Xia Qing and Song Jueming would be the night of 2,46.

Today is two, but since it will be officially implemented from tomorrow, today it still belongs to Pei Ji.

Xia Qing had no choice but to leave, and by the way people sent dinner. The dinner was very rich, so rich that the table could hardly fit. Pei Ji was very puzzled: "Did your mother forget the number of meals."

She was the only one, but the size of the dinner seemed to be for four or five people.

Song Wei said, "Well, my mother is getting old and has a bad memory." But her eyes were full of smiles.

Pei Ji stopped saying more.

After dinner, she sat and talked with Song Er, and let Song Er speak more, so that she could divert her attention, and the pain of the wound would not be so unbearable.

Pei Ji is not good at finding topics. From the time allocation just now: "I can have one more day a week."

She thinks she won it.

Song Er's smile almost came out of her eyes, but she still praised her solemnly: "Is that so? The professor is really amazing."

Pei Ji also smiled, a little smug, and talked about the afternoon: "Your mother is very kind."

"Does it make you overwhelmed?"

"I imitated how other people get along with their elders."

Song Wei was curious: "Who did you imitate?"

"A student." Pei Ji was also very interesting about this incident, so he said in more detail, "His mother-in-law went to the school to look for him, and I heard them talking at the school gate."

Song Wei couldn't hold back his smile anymore, Pei Ji was a little puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"

It took a long time for Song Wei to stop. With the pain of the wound, she still couldn't restrain her smile. She tried her best to be serious, smiled stretched, and said, "I just feel that the professor chose the right person to imitate."

Pei Ji thinks so too. The context of the conversation with Song Er's mother in the afternoon was very similar to what she saw at the school gate that day.

"Professor, do you want to go home with me during the Chinese New Year?" Song Er's eyes were bright.

Pei Ji walked away. She remembered the first time she thought Song Yi was beautiful. It was the day when Song Yi fell asleep on the sofa. She came out of the study and did not dare to turn on the lights for fear of disturbing her. Then Song Yi woke up. They talked in a room where the lights were not turned on at night, and she looked at the light leaking in from the window. Seeing Song Ye’s face and her eyes that couldn’t see the light, she thought Song Ye was very beautiful.

Now that she has regained her vision, her eyes are full of expression, which is deeply attracted to Pei Ji. Pei Ji always thinks that Song Wei is so beautiful. She remembered a fairy tale called "The Little Prince" she had read before, and felt that Song Er was as beautiful as the rose in the fairy tale.

"Don't you want to spend the New Year with me?" Song Wei waited for a while, but before Pei Ji could speak, he asked with some disappointment.

She can see it now, she doesn't need to know nothing like before, she can only wait, she can now look at Pei Ji's expression and judge what she thinks in her heart.

The professor had just lost his mind.

Song Wei was a little unhappy, but he didn't mean to force Pei Ji.

Pei Ji recovered and asked, "Will your mother make dumplings?"

She remembered that Pei Yi liked dumplings when she was young, and her mother would make dumplings for her every Chinese New Year. Pei Yi could always eat dumplings with coins. This is a custom. If you eat dumplings with coins, you will be lucky in the new year.

Pei Ji wanted to eat it too, but not once. Later, when she grew up a little bit, she understood that her mother specially put the dumplings filled with coins into Pei Yi's bowl.

Speaking of dumplings, Song Er was a little bit distressed: "Yes, my mother likes making dumplings, but they are not tasty."

"Will you pack coins in the dumplings?" Pei Ji asked again.

There is still half a year before the New Year, but they discussed it seriously, as if it were urgent, as if it was tomorrow.

Song Er said: "Yes, I can eat it every time, and you can eat it every time you come."

Pei Ji was very excited at once, but then he thought that if Pei Yi was not here this year, if she didn't go home, then there would be two parents left in the family.

Pei Ji has always been easy to feel softhearted, but she knows what kind of choice is better, and she will use reason to resist her softheartedness and make the most suitable choice. It is also because of this that she looks very unkind. But when she makes a choice, there is a see-saw.

Song Wei found that the professor seemed to be loose, and hurried to persuade further: "Everyone in our family likes you very much. If you come, my parents, my parents, and I will be very happy. I have also agreed with Pei Yi. At that time, I will come to my house to pay New Year's greetings, and then you can also have a chat."

Song Wei said while paying attention to Pei Ji's expression.

Pei Ji looked at her with some hesitation in his eyes.

Song Er thought she didn't want to communicate with Pei Yi, so she said, "It's okay if you don't want to see her, just avoid it then."

She heard Pei Yi talk a lot about their family, and knew that the relationship between the professor and her was not harmonious.

But after getting along during this period of time, Song Wei felt that Pei Yi might not see that clearly, at least in the interpretation of the professor's heart. She cares more about the professor's feelings when she is emotional and rational.

Pei Ji was no longer paying attention to whether to go home with Song Ye. She looked at Song Ye with some doubts in her expression. After a while, she hesitated and asked, "Do you want Pei Yi?"

This question was sudden. Song Wei didn't know how her brain circuit turned to this top, but the professor's thinking has always been jumping very fast, and she didn't care, so she answered casually: "Yes."

Pei Ji's heart fell sharply, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body was cold.