Picking the stars

Pei Ji stood by the door carrying her bag and the garbage bag she was going to take out and throw away. She just asked casually, but she didn't expect to hear such an answer.

Pei Ji was a little confused, and threw the question back to Song Ye: "Should I know?"

Song Wei was sitting at the table with the silver-white guide cane leaning against her, probably still a little sleepy, her eyebrows relaxed, and a little lazy.

Hearing Pei Ji’s questioning rhetorically, Song Wei was stunned, and then he bends the corners of her lips, the accident on her face disappeared, and she became a kind of as expected. She nodded, with a faint voice in her voice. Smile: "Professor Pei should not know what he said."

She understatement like this, Pei Ji's curiosity that is so weak in life is also brought up, she turned around and faced Song Wei: "What the **** do you do?"

In the era of information explosion, countless things happen every day, and countless information is sent to everyone's mobile phone every day. People are keen to watch things that have nothing to do with their lives, and they like to comment on the Internet at all times. Through this way of participation, they connect themselves with the whole world.

Just when Pei Ji asked the phrase "What the **** do you do?", a marketing account on Weibo posted a Weibo with the topic "Where is Song Wei".

Almost as soon as it was sent out, dozens of marketing accounts reposted this Weibo together and pushed it to countless people’s homepages, prompting another round of reposting discussions.

It's like countless lines emanating from a single point, and finally intertwined into a huge network.

The topic of "Where did Song Er go" quickly climbed into the top ten of the hot search list a few hours later, and showed a straight upward trend.

Song Er, as a singer-songwriter, debuted in a variety show of talented talent show three years ago. She was lucky, she became popular as soon as she debuted, and the first song she sang, butchered all major music charts that year.

Talented, handsome, and well-known for his works, Song Yi's development went smoothly afterwards, and he became a creative idol singer with his own topic.

This year is the most critical year for her stardom development.

But just four months ago, Song Er disappeared.

In the past four months, the discussion about where Song Wei has gone has been very hot.

After all, the number of people who go to the Vanity Fair in the entertainment industry is uncountable. Every once in a while, batches of new people with different styles will appear, and there will also be many people who have been famous or have never made it. He fell silent and couldn't get up again.

The most afraid of stars in the development period is that they have no topicality. They desperately like to mention various endorsements, publish various works, and participate in various activities, in order to continuously increase the number of appearances in front of the public and avoid being forgotten. .

No one dared to disappear silently, and it would take four months to leave.

Although the discussion about why Song Wei disappeared and where he went and what he was doing has always been hot, people with a discerning eye can see that it is organized and driven by such a rapid rise in the hot spot today.

Those who understand the operating model of the entertainment industry have guessed that this wave of operations is probably a pre-event, and there should be some works or news to be released later.

Sure enough, at three o'clock in the afternoon, the crew of "Long Night" officially released the first wave of stills.

"Long Night" is Song Yi's first play. No one knows why she suddenly appeared in a movie, and no one knows why a large-scale production of "Long Night" would rest assured that a singer who had never acted as a female would be a female singer. Number one.

So, from the beginning of the casting, "Long Night" has its own topic, and Song Ye's fans unswervingly support it. In fact, they all squeeze sweat, passers-by eat melons and eat melons, almost a bad attitude.

Let a singer go to act, what can it be? All kinds of weird and awkward acting, either facial paralysis or staring eyesight, haven't the audience watched enough?

But as soon as the stills were released, the situation changed. With the heat of the day’s warm-up, the topic of still photos was released, as if oil was poured into boiling hot water and it boiled violently.

Song Er's appearance is too aura.

The movie is set in the turbulent period of the 70s and 80s, and she plays a dancer.

In the stills, she is standing in a backlit dance studio, standing under the window, stretching her body and posing in a pure dance posture. Outside the window is the mountains and rivers, and the lighting is biased towards the cool black and white colors of ink and wash. If this is the case, this is just a seductive and refined picture, nothing worth seeing.

What makes this picture shine is the tiny mole under Song Er's eyes.

The little mole that was especially gentle in Pei Ji's eyes seemed to come alive, coquettish and intriguing, and slightly raised the corners of her eyes with a layer of intense sadness that seemed to be burning, making the distant mountains and rivers in the background seem like Turned into a pale and silent stage, the people on the stage poured the love, hatred, sorrow and joy of her life into the last dance before the curtain call. As if she had danced, her life had come to an end.

Sad and blazing, with the tragic meaning of the times, a static picture becomes agile in a few expressions, full of a sense of story.

In the stills, there is light in Song Er's eyes.

This is what will happen in the next time today.

Song Wei didn't expect that someone would not recognize her, but if this person is Pei Ji, it seems to be taken for granted.

The south window was open, and the cool air flowed in early in the morning, bringing a slight breeze, and the pages of Pei Ji's book on the table were turned by the wind, making a rustle.

It was probably still early, and the cicadas outside the window hadn't sounded yet, but Song Wei, while turning the pages of the book, thought of the mixed smell of sunlight and lotus leaves when he came here yesterday, and there was a kind of peace and tranquility over the years.

It's the opposite of fame and fortune in the entertainment industry.

"What the **** do you do?" Pei Ji's voice came, her tone was very flat, with a calm calmness.

Hearing her voice, Song felt very peaceful. She tried to explain her work in a simple manner: "I write songs, and sometimes I sing by myself."

Songwriter. Pei Ji understood, and when he got the answer, he had to leave. She was already half an hour later than the scheduled time to go out.

"I went to work." She confessed to Song Er.

"Bye bye, pay attention to safety on the road." Song Er said, "Go home on time after get off work."

After she finished speaking, she laughed, as if it was very interesting to tell Pei Ji like this.

Pei Ji leaned on his side, pressed one hand on the doorknob, and glanced over the small mole under her eye, thinking of the scene when they were close at hand last night.

Now it looks very happy, not at all the loneliness of last night, is it all right to sleep for one night?

Pei Ji thought about it, but after all he didn't explore too much, he opened the door and left.

Because he was half an hour late to go out, Pei Ji always felt that he was completely disrupted today, and he was very upset.

So today, the graduate students under Professor Pei are particularly worried, because the professor's expression is as cold as ice that has not melted for a thousand years.

Han Bing herself didn't know that it had caused such a big shock to the people around her. In the locker room, she tied her hair with a rubber rope while thinking, writing songs, and occasionally singing by herself.

She knows that some students in the conservatory of music write songs and sell them, and sometimes sing them by themselves. Pei Ji saw them sitting on the lawn, playing and singing while holding the guitar, looking youthful and happy.

But once when she heard a group of students gossip, she mentioned that many people who make music are difficult to mix, because there are too many people who write songs, and the songs they write cannot be sold.

I don't know if Song Er's situation will be better. If he can't see it, it may be more difficult than ordinary people.

Pei Ji put on a white coat and walked into the laboratory. His thoughts ceased and he devoted himself to work.

When she got off work at noon, there was a stack of furniture brochures on Pei Ji's desk, which she asked her assistant to pick up from several home squares in the city in the morning.

She took these brochures, went to the canteen to pack up food, and drove home.

It takes 50 minutes for her home to go to the institute, which is equivalent to the lunch break at noon.

When he got home, Song Er was sitting on the sofa listening to an audio novel, and he was a little surprised to find that she had come back.

"It's dinner." Pei Ji said concise and concise as always.

She opened the packaged food, took two more bowls, and put the rice into the bowl.

The food in the cafeteria of the research institute tastes very good, especially the sauced ribs in the third window. The sauce is delicious and very tasty. The demand is in short supply every day. As long as you go a little later, you will not be able to buy it.

Pei Ji deliberately put this dish in front of Song Wei.

Song Wei was still in surprise when she came back at noon. She remembered that when she suggested that she move to her house yesterday, Pei Ji said that she would take care of her three meals a day.

Song Wei didn't know what to say, she knew that Pei Ji was very busy and cherished time very much.

When she didn't speak, Pei Ji was even less likely to speak, and a meal was too silent. Pei Ji didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong, so she cleaned up the dishes after the meal, took the stack of brochures, sat on the solo sofa next to Song Ye, and asked, "Do you have any special preferences for home?"

Although Song Er can't see it, she has the sense of touch and can make demands on the materials and shapes of the home. Besides, changing the furniture was originally for her. Pei Ji thinks it is necessary to listen to her opinions.

As soon as she said, Song Er understood what she meant.

"You..." Song Er stammered. She was so surprised that she didn't speak for a long time.

Just when Pei Ji thought that she would tactfully decline so that she would not have to bother her, Song Er finally found his voice: "It's better to be softer."

Not to mention this request, Pei Ji will also take it as the basic principle for choosing new furniture. She nodded: "Okay."

She agreed, and Song Er said: "Then I will pay for this fee, otherwise, I will feel sorry for it."

Pei Ji refused: "No."

She was going back to work. In the afternoon, she had two classes in L University, and she stood up as she said.

Song Er was anxious and said hurriedly: "Professor, I make a lot of money to write songs, let me come out."

Pei Ji looked at her godless eyes, and said to her seriously: "It's very profitable, so save it up. You need to save more money."

The fault tolerance rate of people with physical disabilities is much lower than that of ordinary people. Economic ability is sometimes the best way to deal with risks. Therefore, Pei Ji believes that Song Wei should save more money.

She usually speaks in a very flat tone, like a robot with no emotions, and Siri is more emotional than her.

But this sentence, although it was also faint, Song Er heard the concern and warning in it.

"Professor." Song Wei called her, raised his hand, fumbled and grabbed the corner of Pei Ji's clothes.

She couldn't see, and didn't know what Pei Ji's expression was now, but according to her dislike of being close to others, she would probably frown. But Song Er didn't want to let go.

"Are we friends?" she asked.

Pei Ji was frowning and looking at her suddenly grabbing her hand from the corner of her clothes, and he was taken aback when he heard these words.

Song Wei raised her head, as if she was about to look at Pei Ji, her face was full of expectation, and she was worried about being rejected, and her voice was soft: "Would you like to be friends with me?"

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Thank you for your enthusiasm in the previous chapter.

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