Picking the stars

The sunlight came in from the balcony, spread out on the ground, and extended in front of them. It was golden, with warmth and light that dispelled the darkness.

But Pei Ji felt that the darkness that had only receded in her life was gathering again. Her face and lips had faded, and her body was chilly. She subconsciously reached out to grab something in the palm of her hand, but there was nothing on the sofa.

She unconsciously retracted her hand, grabbed her other hand, and kept wringing, the two words were enlarged in her mind, and she later felt the buzzing in her ears.

Song Wei regretted it the moment she blurted it out, but before the emotion of regret spread, she felt that somewhere in her heart, where she had been steadfast, was because this sentence broke loose.

Pei Ji sat opposite her. She thought for a while before she whispered and asked, "Because I didn't do what you said?"

Song Er shook his head: "Because you have to be well. You have to do what you like peacefully."

Pei Ji was even more confused. She asked: "We like each other and we should face problems together. Why is it that I am the only one who wants to be safe?"

"This matter only needs me to solve it. You don't need to stay and be wronged together." Song Er explained.

If the professor was attacked because of this incident, she would never forgive herself in her life.

She doesn't want to emphasize how much she loves her, she knows that the professor loves her no less than her.

But it may be the person who fell in love first, always a little humble. Especially in these two days, she felt more and more that she had brought the professor to this road, and she didn't have to bear this.

After breaking up, they actually calmed down.

But Song Wei knew that this kind of calmness was just an illusion. They were very scared. They were afraid that if the tone was a little bit more intense, they would argue and go irreversibly, so they carefully put away the sharp side.

Pei Ji opened her mouth. She was very at a loss for such a scene, but she didn't want to lose the kitten at all. She thought that the crux of the problem was that Song Wei felt that she was dragging her down, so she tried her best to comfort her, wishing to cut her heart out for Song. Look at it soon.

"I like you, like everything about you, it doesn't matter what job you are, and I don't think it's any trouble." Pei Ji said seriously.

She actually wanted to hug the kitten next to her, begging her to withdraw her words to break up.

However, she didn't even have the courage to say the word breaking up.

"But I like you. It has something to do with your job. If you are not a well-known immunologist and not so dazzling, I might not pay attention to you." Song Wei said slowly.

Hearing these words, Pei Ji suddenly felt distressed, and instinctively felt hurt. But she didn't understand why, after all, she even figured out that she missed and liked it in the past few months.

She spoke slowly: "In short, since we are together, we should face problems together."

After she finished speaking, the phone rang, and it was from Sun Peiye.

Pei Ji took the phone in his hand and looked at the name on the screen for a while, only to pick it up after thinking that she would have a big class tomorrow.

As soon as it was connected, Sun Peiye spoke immediately: "Xiao Ji, you don't want to come to school tomorrow!"

Pei Ji immediately understood what was wrong.

"They set up a parent committee, and they will come to the school to have a face-to-face meeting with the school tomorrow. There are still a lot of people. In case you meet, if there is something serious or slight, it will be bad for a conflict." Sun Peiye is a big one. The principal was also upset, and finished speaking in one breath.

In fact, many colleges and universities have teachers who are bent, but on the one hand the parents don’t know, on the other hand, there is no such big movement. Even if there are opinions, they are resolved in the school, so as not to make the city like it is now.

This was the first time Sun Peiye contacted her after the accident. He didn't know what to say. A few words of exhortation circled in his mouth, but after all he didn't say it. He sighed and said tiredly: "Don't come this time. Now, wait for the school to notify you."

They were sitting close, and Sun Peiye was anxious and had a loud voice. The sound leaking from the earpiece came into Song Er's ears.

She thought of seeing Pei Ji for the first time. She surrounded the crowd and said involuntary things, while she walked through the crowd alone, staring without squinting as if there was only one way to go in this world, so firm, There is no one on the side, as if no one can hold her footsteps.

And when I saw her for the second time, he became a bright star. She would shine. In the crowd, you can see her at a glance. She is so special, so special that there are only two sides, so she can’t forget and make her very curious. Let her worry about this stranger who didn't even say a word inexplicably.

If Pei Ji is not a well-known immunologist. Without those dazzling lights. She probably won't know her at all.

After she met her, she gradually realized that she saw only one in ten thousand on both sides. Pei Ji's good, moisturizing things silently, unconsciously, she was in her silent but meticulous tenderness.

She gave her so much, but now?

She made her, from a respected professor, to become like a mouse crossing the street.

Song Er felt a moment of suffocation, and the illusion of peace was cracked and could not be supported.

Pei Ji hung up the phone, held the phone in his hand for a while before putting it on the table in front of him. Because of her, she has caused such a big trouble to others, it must be false to say that she doesn't care.

Thinking of the argument just now, Pei Ji looked at Song Er, wanting to continue to persuade her.

Song Er suddenly stretched out his hand and held her hand.

Even though they had been dating for a few months, they had already done something more intimate than holding hands, but every time Song Wei touched her, she still throbbed.

Her strength was so strong that it almost hurt her hand. Let Pei Ji's heart follow, tightening constantly.

After a long time, Song Wei let go of her strength, but did not let go. She looked at Pei Ji, and the darkness in her eyes dimmed her whole person.

She was obviously very guilty, so guilty that Pei Ji couldn't bear to look at it, but she was extremely firm, and the next words were like a blunt knife, piercing into Pei Ji's heart.

"Break up, or leave, you choose one."

It was December 7th. Pei Ji walked out of Song Er's house. The sun had just set, and the horizon was the lingering afterglow before night fell.

When she returned home, she saw the entertainment notes jammed downstairs, and then turned around to the research institute.

The exterior wall of the academy was splashed with colorful paint, and there was no time to clean it.

The large pile of reporters outside the gate had already scattered a lot. The rest are the nail households with exceptionally strong will, and they are convinced that Song Wei can't open his mouth, and Pei Ji, an outsider, is not so difficult to deal with. She may not go home, but it is impossible not to return to work.

They just need to wait and see if they can't stop her.

Several Yu Ji sat on the steps of the sidewalk at the door, each with a cigarette in their mouths, and they were chatting grinningly.

Until I saw a car, drove through the night. They seemed to stand up with feeling, and when the car approached, they saw the person in the driver's seat. They rushed up with the camera, trying to stop her at the door, but they were a step slower.

Pei Ji went straight into the door.

The security guard closed the door quickly, before the group rushed in.

They cursed at the door angrily, but there was nothing to do.

Entering the office, turning on the light, Pei Ji sat down, wondering if it was the cause of the dazzling light. She felt her eyes were sour, so that the bottoms of her eyes were moist.

After pressing for ten minutes, the sourness reluctantly went down.

Pei Ji sat in front of the computer. After she entered the working state, she unknowingly stopped her fingers tapping on the keyboard, and she was in a trance.

This is rare for her. Her concentration has always been described as horrible, and no one has ever let her distract her at work.

When Pei Ji recovered, she hurriedly focused on the computer.

But within a few minutes, she lost her mind again.

All night, the efficiency was extremely low and almost nothing was done.

Until the early morning, there was light on the horizon, and in the semi-dark and semi-dark air outside the window, the air was cold, and the window was covered with a thick layer of white mist.

Pei Ji stood up, her stomach hurt suddenly, causing her face to lose blood in an instant.

She pressed her stomach with one hand, and took a deep breath. It was not until this time passed that she stood up and wanted to find something to eat.

She opened the door, and there was a cat lying outside, listening to the noise, it languidly got up, stretched, yawned, and then looked at Pei Ji.

She has grown quite big, and is no longer the small milk cat at the beginning, but a juvenile cat between adult and young teeth.

It's just that although she has grown up, she still sticks to Pei Ji as always.

"Meow~" She yelled, looking up at Pei Ji.

Pei Ji lowered his head and looked at her.

The cat called again, lowered his head and licked his paws, then looked up at her.

Can't touch other cats, can't look at other cats, because the kittens in the house are allergic to cat hair, and they are very careful and angry.

In fact, Song Wei had never restricted her, but Pei Ji was very conscious, and she tried his best to avoid everything that would make Song Wei unhappy.

She thought about it, to like her is to treat her well.

She's such a bored person, she must not do a good job of making the kitten happy, at least it shouldn't make her angry.

Her stomach seemed to hurt again, a strong emotion directed at her nose and throat, making her nose sore, tears fell suddenly, making her eyes blurred, but her throat seemed to be blocked, and it was so painful. I didn't even call the kitten, but couldn't make a sound.

Pei Ji sent an application report for West Africa to his superiors.

The application was quickly approved.

She prepares luggage, but there is actually no luggage. But some clothes and some personal items add up to two boxes.

She left on December 13th, with her research team.

It snowed that day, the first snow of this year, much earlier than usual.

She stood under the terminal building, watching the heavy snow falling outside, wondering if it would accumulate, or if she would see it.

On that day, when they met for the last time, Song Er said: "Break up, or leave, you choose one."

Suddenly, Pei Ji was smart in the relationship and understood her intention. She didn't let her choose, she forced her to leave.

Because they all know that unless there is a difference between life and death, she will not let go of her kittens anyway.

She was silent for a long time and couldn't say anything. She didn't expect that her steadfastness towards the kitten could be used as a bargaining chip to threaten her.

She gave no choice, stood up and left.

Song Er followed her and told her in a low voice, "I will handle it well. I will wait for you. I will wait as long as possible."

Pei Ji stopped and turned around and saw her kitten crying like a real little tabby cat: "Sorry Pei Ji."

She repeatedly apologized to her, but did not dare to ask her to forgive her.

"It's too cold, go in." The colleague urged.

Pei Ji nodded, turned around, and entered the airport.

On the day Pei Ji left, he accepted an interview with CCTV. The interview was live, and Song Wei was in front of the TV.

This reporter was different from those entertainment reporters, solemnly and solemnly, looking at Pei Ji's eyes full of respect, and he asked her what she thought about the helpless w virus that took countless lives.

Facing the microphone, Pei Ji spoke meticulously about a long period of understanding of this terrible virus in her usual calm tone, and made preliminary predictions about the direction of the attack.

The reporter was surprised: "As far as I know, no one in the world has predicted the final fate of the w virus. Do you have confidence in your prediction?"

Pei Ji replied: "Yes."

The interview is over here, because Professor Pei is about to go through the security check.

The reporter's tone was exhilarating: "Okay, let us wish Professor Pei a smooth trip and take care all the way."

Pei Ji thanked him, but his eyes swept toward the camera.

Song Er's breathing was stagnant, and he stared at the screen intently. Pei Ji's eyes were light and seemingly inadvertent. He only stayed on the camera for a short time, then nodded and left. Only her back can be seen in the camera. .

The professor was so angry that he didn't even want to say goodbye to her in person, but told her indifferently that I was leaving.

Song Wei didn't cry anymore. She thought of the day when she last met, even if the professor was hurt, and seeing her tears, he still took her into her arms and touched her hair silently.

But now, no matter how she cried, no one hurt her like this, even if she hurt her last second, she still treated her with the softest side and comforted her gently.

She sat on the big sofa in the study, holding her mobile phone, until Pei Ji boarded the plane and took off, she sent out a Weibo.

The public opinion that had lasted for more than ten days not only did not dissipate, but still stalemate, drawing more and more passers-by to their respective camps.

Until just now, seeing Pei Ji's live broadcast, many people were still feeling talented and unworthy.

In just a few days, they have dug out the black spots that Pei Ji has a strange relationship with his parents. They never go home to visit. Even his sister passed away, his mother was mourned and sick. Pei Ji was in the same city and didn’t go home to take care of them. .

And there is only one black spot they can dig out, but one is enough for them to revel like a big handle. In a country where Confucian filial piety is emphasized, what is a greater moral stain than filial piety.

However, the two protagonists were very calm, and there was still no sound, which made their carnival seem to be lacking and not happy enough.

Now, Song Er is now appearing.

I love her.

This Weibo has only these three words, and a photo.

The photo was taken in Italy. In that old theater, Song Er's hands were still on the piano, but he raised his head and smiled at the people who walked to her. She looked at Pei Ji's gaze with admiration. , And admiration, as if looking up at her distant and lonely star.

And the light was just right, and Pei Ji's eyes were so gentle when he lowered his head to meet her, as if coming with spring light.