Picking the stars

This road is a bit far away. Pei Ji walked for seven or eight minutes when he came in, and then went out to take Song Er, at least ten minutes.

After she finished speaking, she waited for a while, but she didn't hear Song Er's answer. Turning her head and looking, she didn't know what Song Er was thinking, and she could see that she was full of dignity from the small half of her face exposed outside the mask.

Pei Ji doesn't know why a person can have such complicated mental activities. He just thinks that it is much more difficult to take care of Song Er than to raise a small milk cat. After all, raising a cat does not have to worry about whether the mood of the kitten is in a low mood.

But she was too bad at creating topics, so she asked again: "What do you want to eat at night?"

The hand on her wrist tightened, and Song Er's voice was still a little dull: "I want to eat the fried chicken wings made by the professor."

Pei Ji glanced at her, refused without hesitation: "No."

Song Yi was not discouraged: "I want to drink the ribs soup made by the professor."

"No."

"The professor made scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

"No." Pei Ji still refused. She has a wonderful memory, and when she said these three dishes together, she naturally remembered that this was the dinner on the day she took Song Er to the house.

Song Wei was rejected continuously and was about to get angry, but she still had the last stubbornness: "Then want to eat the white rice cooked by the professor, can this humble request be met?"

"No." Pei Ji looked very unkind.

Song Wei stopped talking. She seemed to suddenly find that the road was difficult to walk. She needed to concentrate on rushing to avoid stepping into the puddle or falling.

But Pei Ji could see that she was angry, and she was not afraid of being discovered at all. She was unabashedly angry and arrogant.

Pei Ji thinks this is very good, because the angry Song Nei is much better than Song Nei, who has just depressed his guilt.

She knew that Song Er guilt called her to the hospital in a hurry, causing her to get caught in the rain now. But Pei Ji believes that Song Er is her responsibility and she has the obligation to take good care of her. As for the rain, the umbrella is too small, the rain is too big, no matter what, there is a person who will get wet, so that person can only be her.

Song Er needn't feel guilty.

There is a pool of pools in front, and you have to go around.

Pei Ji reminded him: "Go around." He turned a few degrees to the left and walked around.

Song Wei firmly grasped Pei Ji's hand, she could not see, and there was always nothingness before her eyes. She didn't know whether the road ahead was safe, or there were thorns and bumps blocking it, but when Pei Ji said that a detour was needed, she followed her without any doubt.

Even if she is still angry with Pei Ji now.

Gradually, there were voices from afar, and the sound of tires driving across the wet road.

They are approaching the main entrance, and there are more people.

Almost half an hour later, the gate that was blocked when it came was cleared, and the vehicles entered and exited one by one, busy and orderly.

Hearing the movement, Song Wei quickly lowered his head and turned to Pei Ji slightly to the side, as if to hide his face.

Pei Ji was puzzled: "What are you doing?"

Song Wei's voice under the mask was muffled: "I'm afraid of being filmed." After she finished, she was worried that Pei Ji would not understand, and explained again, "I'm very popular. If I'm filmed, I'm sure to like it. , Then everyone will know that I can't see it anymore."

Her tone was very natural, as if she was merely stating an objective fact, but when it came to the second half of the sentence, her voice gradually lowered.

Pei Ji looked at her, then turned to look at the road, and said, "You..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, she heard Song Wei say in a relaxed manner: "I know that sooner or later I have to say it, but don't have to be so hurry. I am not ready yet." She disappeared for so long, and sooner or later she will give it to the fans. , Give yourself an explanation.

But now, even if almost four months have passed, she is still not ready to take that step.

She was afraid that she would never see it again, she was afraid of bidding farewell to the stage, she would never be able to hold a concert again, she could not express herself in front of the world with her favorite music, and she was afraid that the team would create a disabled person for her to win sympathy. Everything I had in the past is lost.

She felt the people around her stop.

Song Wei froze for a moment, and then stopped, followed by the sound of the door opening. The man's voice has always been calm: "Get in the car."

It turned out to be here.

Song Wei let go of Pei Ji's hand, and touched the door with her right hand. She bent down, fumbled to get into the car, but knocked her head. That should be the roof of the car, but what she knocked was the soft palm of her hand.

"Lower." Pei Ji's voice sounded in his ears.

"Oh." Song Er hurriedly responded, this time she was more careful, got into the car slowly, lowered her head and took off her mask.

Pei Ji stood outside the car, watching her sit down before closing the car door.

Only after getting in the car, Song Wei stopped talking, because she remembered that she was still angry with Pei Ji.

She sat in the passenger seat, and even Pei Ji helped her to send the seat belt, but did not say thank you.

Pei Ji didn't even have a soft word, let alone coax her. Song Er also wanted face, and she had no choice but to continue to be angry.

She was angry all the way, several times, she wanted to talk, but she was able to hold back with her strong self-control.

Pei Ji looked at her several times, and saw that Song Wei looked serious and thoughtful, as if he wanted to talk about something, but couldn't speak because of face.

Until she got home, Pei Ji asked her for a medical certificate. Song Yucai opened the bag, fumbled to take out the medical certificate and handed it over, and then unilaterally expressed Pei Ji's behavior as her concern, and unilaterally made peace with Pei Ji: "Doctor Zhao's diagnosis."

Pei Ji has studied medicine and naturally understands the diagnosis.

The more she looked at her, the more solemn her expression became, and Song Er's situation was indeed not good. The congestion blood pressure has forced the optic nerve, and the blood clot has a large area. It is very unlikely that the blood clot will spread by itself, but if the operation is to be carried out, the risk is very high.

Pei Jizai looked at it carefully, and then gave it back to Song Yi. She meditated for herself, neither comforting Song Yi nor saying that similar symptoms are very serious, and Song Yi should be careful.

Song Er heard the diagnosis in the hospital, and she knew what she was in now. When Pei Ji didn't speak, she felt better.

It's just that the atmosphere is inevitably serious.

Song Wei didn't want to be like this, she smiled and said, "Don't tell Pei Yi, I don't want her to worry."

When Pei Ji heard Pei Yi's name, he couldn't answer for a while. After a while, she said, "You go take a bath first."

Although it is not cold in summer, the rain is still cool. Both of them were more or less drenched, the moisture entered the body, and it was easy to get sick.

Song Er seemed to have something to say, she wanted to say it and then stopped, after thinking about it, she said, "You too."

Pei Ji said: "Okay."

She watched Song Wei enter the bedroom and went to the kitchen to make **** tea by herself.

She hasn't cooked for a long time, and there are no ingredients in the refrigerator. The **** is still a special product brought back by a colleague from the research institute two days ago when she went back to work in her hometown.

The colleague was in his sixties, half of his hair was white and half of his baldness. He looked like a simple old farmer, and he was also a very old farmer. He finally returned to his hometown and brought his colleague’s specialty to be green onion, **** and garlic, and Each person has a bag of millet and red beans.

Because it takes too much weight, each colleague does not get much, but it is enough for two people to cook a dinner.

Pei Ji took out the casserole, washed the millet and red beans, and boiled them down before going to the bathroom to take a bath.

She was soaked in water vapor and caught a little cold, so she adjusted the water temperature higher.

After washing, the **** tea was fine. She took two bowls, put them on the table, and went to find Song Er.

Song Er had just finished washing, she changed into light blue pajamas, her whole body was very soft, walked over slowly, came to Pei Ji, and stopped.

"Drink **** tea." Pei Ji said.

Song Er sat down, and stopped talking before taking a shower.

The **** tea was still hot, steaming hot. Pei Ji was worried that she would be hot, and after blowing for her for a while, he felt that he was barely able to take it, so he brought it to her and said, "Drink slowly."

Song Wei tentatively took a sip, which was hot and spicy, and she refused to drink it: "Wait until it gets cold before drinking."

Pei Ji disagreed: "Ginger tea should be used to drive away the cold, and it should be drunk while it is hot."

Song Yi didn't want to, but she didn't directly refute Pei Ji. Instead, she talked about other things, as if to mention casually: "In the afternoon, when I called you, were you with other girls? "

Pei Ji thought she was changing the subject and avoiding drinking **** tea, so she ignored it.

Song Wei waited for a while. Before her answer, she hesitated for a moment and said the reason for herself: "I smelled the perfume in the car. It has a light fragrance and a soft and mature fragrance. She should be a very intellectual and gentle girl."

She said so much and gave the basis for the speculation, but Pei Ji only had one sentence: "Do you drink or not?"

So fierce. But Song Wei couldn't do anything. She took a sip from the bowl carefully. The **** tea was too spicy and hot to eat, but Pei Ji was fierce and she had to drink it while it was hot.

Song Er was oppressed and couldn't resist. She frowned and swallowed a little bit. Although she didn't like it very much, she drank everything obediently, put down the bowl, and said unhappily, "It's not delicious at all. I will not go to any restaurant if I order it. ."

Pei Ji got up to clean up the bowls. Hearing what she said, the movements in his hands paused and said, "I cooked them."

Song Wei was stunned, and she quickly changed her words: "I think what I just said is wrong, **** tea is delicious, and I want a bowl!"

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good night.