Picking the stars

Song Wei sent her a lot of WeChat, a total of 97.

The last one was issued four months ago.

Pei Ji hesitated for a while, and his fingertips became stiff.

When facing Song Er, she was able to maintain that coldness well and turned herself into a stone without seams. Everywhere she told Song Er that they were just like this and there was no future.

But when alone, Pei Ji still inevitably feels soft.

She thought for a while, her mind drifting aimlessly, thinking about the four years in West Africa, thinking about some things in research, thinking about the snow yesterday, and the heavy snowfall when she left four years ago, thinking about the parking lot of the hospital. Here, Song Wei was at a loss under the street lamp.

Pei Ji took a deep breath, she thought, it doesn't matter if you look at it, no one knows that she has seen it anyway.

The first date is four years ago.

"Happy New Year, I love you."

Pei Ji didn't expect the first one, so it made her feel sad.

This was New Year's Eve when she was away for nearly three months.

Then, half a month later.

"Professor, are you still angry?"

"Then I have to take the initiative to find your contact information!"

"The dean refused to tell me, saying it was confidential. I don't believe it."

"I went to visit Teacher Sun. Both Teacher Sun and his mother were very kind to me, but they refused to tell me how to contact you."

"They probably think I'm very annoying, so let's lead you to those bad things."

"After half a month of perseverance, the dean finally ran away without seeing me!"

"I miss you so much, Pei Ji, you take care of me, even if you are angry, take care of me. I am very scared."

"I handed my resume to the dean and applied for any position in the research team of Professor Pei. The dean mocked me and said that the minimum degree in Pei Ji’s team is a master’s degree. You can’t pass this one. So annoying, why did I when I was young? Don't study hard!"

"This cat is so clingy, I wanted to walk around, but they said that this is the little milk cat that Professor Pei found in the park. They only like Professor Pei alone. Suddenly I felt like I was like it, I touched her and became allergic."

"I'm the kitten you picked up too."

"Pei Ji, the weather is getting hot, do you really ignore me?"

"I saw a group of elementary school students, I saw a kindergarten, I saw a pond, I saw a hospital, I saw a rain, I saw a flower blooming, I miss you everything I see."

Until the beginning of June, she would post one every few days, sometimes to share things in her life, sometimes to say some of her feelings, but most of the time, she was talking about anxious misses.

Later, when she called her, she seldom came to WeChat to talk to herself, often only once every few months. Once, she hit the full screen of Pei Ji, as if she was talking, the anxiety in her heart, but she couldn't accurately describe the anxiety.

They got in touch, but they were always separated by something, and they could no longer be as intimate as before.

"Professor, why don't you call me a kitten."

"Give me some more time."

"I cut my hair and they all said they look good. But if you can't see it, I don't think it makes any sense. You haven't seen me for a long time, and you haven't said that you miss me for a long time. I think you are getting farther and farther away from me. But I can't catch anything. Pei Ji, I'm very scared."

Then there was a long fault. For more than a year, she didn't show up, as if she was obedient, and didn't come to pester her anymore.

Until four months ago, she suddenly said a long speech, without any logic, like drunken talk after drinking, but also like gibberish under impulse.

"It's been a long time since I talked to you. I'm afraid to disturb you. I think you don't want to hear my voice. But today, I can't help seeing a mother-in-law selling raspberries on the side of the road."

"Last night, the day I saw you pick me up at Pei Yi's house, I could almost feel the moment when I heard you say you were Pei Ji in the dream, my heartbeat was fast and violent, I know, that was heartbeat Voice, I made up my mind to pester you."

"Actually, I can dream about things related to you every night, and if I take it out and say it, there seems to be nothing worth talking about. I have become different from before. Shen Zhizhou always said that I seem to have changed my person and become uncomfortable. I have become less talkative and a sense of distance. I'm really afraid that if we accidentally meet one day, you will not recognize me. But I know very well that once I meet you, I will become your kitten again , I’ve always been your kitten. It’s just that the kitten you picked up and kept at home is now the kitten you don’t want, but it’s all yours."

"During this period, I always have a thought. If I didn't accept the operation at the beginning, it would be fine, then we must be fine now. Compared with losing you, losing light is not hard to accept."

"Professor, I'm sorry, I broke the relationship between us, am I very annoying to you, otherwise, how could you not leave me any thoughts and cleanly expel me from your world."

"But I haven't given up my heart yet. I won't give up my heart in this life. After you come back, I will pursue you again, okay?"

Pei Ji pressed the screen off and pinched the center of his eyebrows.

When she got up from the bed and went to the kitchen to make breakfast, she suddenly paused, thinking in a daze, "Has Song Er ever pursued her?" No, she obviously likes her herself, even if she thinks she is Pei Yi's girlfriend, she is still very excited and still wants to be with her.

Pei Ji was not sure.

It is strange that her memory has not deteriorated, but things related to Song Er gradually become blurred. There are many details that she can't remember. For example, the next morning after receiving Song Er, she didn't know her taste and bought several breakfasts for her to choose. Did she choose tofu nao or wonton? It seemed to be tofu brains, and it seemed to be wontons, she couldn't remember it.

But Song Wei likes to eat sour food. She added extra vinegar to her that day. She remembers this thing very deeply.

She was only twenty-nine years old, at an age that did not match the old, but when she thought of Song Er, she would become dull, like a robot with aging parts, showing a twilight state.

After standing in the kitchen for a long time, Pei Ji slowly remembered that she had not been there for four years, and there was no food in the refrigerator.

She went out for dinner and came back to work in the study.

In the next three or four months, she has a lot of reports to do, as well as papers about w virus to write.

Pei Ji stayed in the study all the time. The assistant arranged for her a itinerary for the next month. Pei Ji looked at it, revised a few inappropriate places, and then sent it back for him to change the schedule.

When she found that the sky was getting dark, she stood up and turned on the light.

Doorbell rang.

Song Er stood outside the door, waited a few minutes, then rang the doorbell again, and no one opened the door. The professor must be here. Today is Saturday, and she will usually be at home on the rest day.

Not opening the door can only mean that she does not want to see her.

Song Er felt sad for a while, but fortunately, she was mentally prepared.

After waiting for a while, the door still did not open.

Song Er did not force any more, he sent Pei Ji a WeChat message, put the thermos barrel in his hand at the door, and went downstairs.

"Professor, I made a stew for you, you must drink some!" Pei Ji stood behind the door, looking at the WeChat interface.

The sound of leaving footsteps sounded outside the door.

Pei Ji bowed his head and changed Song Er's remarks from Kitty to her name.

The professor is too skinny. Song Yi thought, he must make it up for her anyway.

Of course she remembered that the professor told her to stop looking for her last night, so she didn't expect to be able to come in, but she didn't even expect to see her face to face.

But although she was lost, she didn't suffer much.

Probably because the professor finally came back. Compared with this, nothing else matters.

Song Er stood downstairs, raised his head and counted up, and counted to the eighth floor. The light came on behind that window, and the four years of darkness were finally over.

Early the next morning, Song Er went to the vegetable market to select ingredients.

When she usually cooks, she asks the supermarket to deliver it to her door, but she inadvertently heard Shen Zhizhou's mouth, saying that the ingredients in the old vegetable farm in the early morning are the freshest.

She came here once yesterday, and it was indeed fresh to the naked eye, so she came back early today.

There are loud shouts and bargains everywhere in the vegetable market, and the ground is wet. If you don't pay attention, you will slip.

Song Wei is out of place here. The people who come here are usually elderly ladies and old men, each carrying a small basket, in front of each stall, freely picking and choosing, and bargaining with the stall owner.

The breath of life is very strong.

Song Er originally planned to make mushroom pork rib soup tonight, but when he arrived at the market, he only felt that everything was so fresh and he wanted to make everything for the professor.

She was caught in the difficulty of choosing, and she finally insisted on the initial choice. First, she bought a pound of mushrooms and then selected spare ribs.

Before Song I came here, he did his homework, and it’s better to know how to sell the ribs.

She made comparisons carefully, and finally chose one and asked the boss to weigh her a pound.

It’s also rare for the boss to look so good-looking, and a fashionablely dressed girl came to buy vegetables early in the morning, and said with a smile, “Should I buy it back for the stew, or braise it?”

Song Er replied: "Stew soup."

Upon hearing this, the boss immediately said: "The stew is good, my ribs stew is the best." She also brought up a bag of mushrooms and gave her advice, "Add some fresh bamboo shoots, it will be fresher and more nutritious. "

When Song Wei heard the word "nutrition", he became excited, carrying his spare ribs, and returning to the vegetable area to buy bamboo shoots.

She went home a little violently, and spent a whole day busy in the kitchen. The ribs were stewed so softly. The soup perfectly absorbed the fragrance of meat, mushrooms and bamboo shoots. Just smelling it made people move their index fingers. .

Song Er was very satisfied, packed it in a thermal container, and went to Pei Ji's house.

When it arrived, the lights upstairs were on and Pei Ji was at home.

Before Song Er entered the elevator, he became nervous. She took a deep breath to calm herself down, at least not to panic too much.

But she is also mentally prepared, maybe she still can't see the professor today.

If you are mentally prepared, when it does happen, you won't be too disappointed.

She did psychological construction for herself all the way, and came to the eighth floor. At the moment when she got outside the door of Pei Ji, her heart still fell heavily, as if being smashed to the ground.

The insulated bucket that was placed yesterday is still in its original position.

Song Er walked over slowly, bent down, and made sure that he had lifted the thermos barrel normally, it was full, and he had never touched it at all.

Song Wei seemed to have been splashed with cold water. She looked at the closed door and put the stew today at the door. This time, she didn't even dare to knock on the door, but repeatedly considered her tone and usage. Ci, sent a WeChat to Pei Ji.

"Today is pork ribs, mushrooms and fresh bamboo shoot soup. It's very delicious! It's on the door, so remember to take it."

She just thinks the professor is too skinny, and her complexion doesn't look good. When Song Wei returned home, the kitchen had not been cleaned up, and it was messy, showing her enthusiasm for the day.

It doesn't matter, Song Er cheered himself up, maybe tomorrow, the professor wants to taste it.

She has a thorough understanding of Pei Ji's taste and knows what kind of taste can make the professor taste more.

The next day, she went to the old market early, simmered the soup more carefully, thought about it, and made a dessert and brought it together.

Last night’s thermos was still in place, full, no one had moved. Song Er put it away and put on the new one brought today. Then I left a message to Pei Ji's WeChat.

"There is another dessert today. I'm new to it. Help me try it."

Song Wei had a hunch that today's desserts and soups should have been left out in the cold, but she still had a hope.

Pei Ji never responded to her once.

People who can't see her can't get her response, she is acting in a one-man show.

Although Song Er was very disappointed, he had no idea of ​​retreating.

Until the fourth day, she brought red bean lanterns this time, which is very suitable for working at night when hungry, serving a small bowl. She looked at the window downstairs as usual.

But today, that window is dark.

The professor is not at home.

Song Er was startled.

Professors rarely go out at night and always stay at home. Is there something tonight?

She waited downstairs for a while holding the thermos, ready to wait for her to come back, so she might still be waiting to see her.

But until twelve o'clock, the light did not turn on.

Song Wei became worried, and went upstairs to knock on the door. As expected, no one opened.

She sent a WeChat message to Pei Ji: "Professor, are you not at home today?"

Pei Ji did not return her naturally.

Song Er didn't dare to bother too much. In case of being blacked out, she really had no way to contact her.

She waited for another two hours, but couldn't wait for Pei Ji before returning home.

The next day, the window was still dark.

It did not turn on the third day.

There was still no movement on the fourth day.

Song Wei panicked. She thought of a possibility, and she suddenly felt weak, holding on to the wall before she could barely stop.

She stayed at the door for a while, and after hesitating for a while, she still called Pei Ji.

Pei Ji did not answer.

Song Ye didn't give up, so he slapped another one.

He hit five in one breath, probably because she was annoying, Pei Ji finally picked it up.

She didn't speak, and in a silent gesture, she wanted Song Er to leave consciously.

But Song Er no longer cared about her attitude.

She bit her lip, tears filled her eyes, and tremblingly asked, "Are you leaving again? Did you go to West Africa?"