Picking the stars

Qiuqiu found that Song Er's mood really improved a lot.

When they were worried about Song Er, Shen Zhizhou said that Xiao Er's mood has improved a lot these days, and I want to arrange work for her again. Then he murmured, which artist has not worked for four months and cannot show up for the time being. It’s okay to write and write songs. The songs for the next album have been selected for so long, but I’m still not satisfied.

Actually, it's anxious.

For four months, not to mention the partners who called countless calls every day, the fans alone were already overwhelmed. Douban has published dozens of posts about where Song Wei has gone, and the marketing account has spared no effort to keep pace, and there are all kinds of conspiracy theories.

Fans scolded the studio for incompetence, while worrying about what happened to Song Ye.

It has been silent for such a long time, everyone knows, something must have happened.

People's hearts are floating, and they rely on the studio and a few big fans to try their best to appease, but they can't help it.

"Li Shengbo hasn't responded yet. He has held seminars abroad these days and is very closed." Qiuqiu was very depressed when he mentioned this matter. Shen Zhizhou found a lot of people who are either rich or noble to bridge the gap, but the two are not in the same circle, there is always something separated, and secondly, I don’t know if the academics and research people are particularly stubborn. Li Shengbai just doesn’t. Bother.

Shen Zhizhou has been an agent for so many years, and there are many celebrities who are popular in the circle. His vision of ability is obvious to all. But when it comes to this most important matter, he feels a sense of powerlessness.

She hadn't complained in front of Song Er, but in private she didn't know how much backlash.

"Let's check it out again," Song Er is calmer than the ball, but she is not indifferent when she is calm. "There is always a human relationship, so look for it again."

There are so many ophthalmologists at home and abroad who are struggling with Li Shengbai because of all the top ophthalmologists, Li Shengbai has performed the most operations and has the highest cure rate among all the top ophthalmologists.

The ball should be: "Sister Zhizhou also meant the same."

She looked at Song Wei again, because Song Wei couldn’t see her, she couldn’t help but blatantly looked over. She said with emotion: “Officer Pei proposed to take you to a different environment and ask you to stay at her house for a while, Zhizhou Sister doesn’t agree, she says she wants the environment, it’s better to go abroad. Officer Pei is busy at work and can take care of you. She doesn’t worry about anything."

There are few people who know Song Er abroad. She can go out like ordinary people without being so restrained. Moreover, her parents are also abroad, and it is easy to take care of her by going to them.

At that time, Qiuqiu also felt that Officer Pei's suggestion was not the right time.

"As a result, Officer Pei stayed alone with you for a while, and you agreed and made Sister Zhizhou angry." Qiuqiu was particularly curious. "What did Officer Pei say to you?"

Song Er didn't tell her, he took the blind stick and clicked on the ground: "Receive your curiosity."

It doesn't mean to be unhappy.

Qiuqiu didn't want to dig into the roots, just talk about it casually, and she felt that no matter what Police Officer Pei said, the final result was good. Song Er really relieved the frustration and his mood improved.

"Take it away." Qiuqiu smiled. She remembered one thing, went to the door and picked up a few bags on the shoe cabinet, "There are also the dishes you want me to bring, which are now for you to burn. ?"

Qiuqiu's cooking skills are good, and sometimes he also works part-time as a cook for Song Er, cooking for Song Er, which has long been used to it.

But Song Er said, "No, put it in the refrigerator."

Qiuqiu was a little surprised, but didn't say anything. According to Song Er's orders, he put the big and small bags in the refrigerator. It only took a lot of thought when putting it, because the refrigerator in Professor Pei’s house is so neat and clean. The contents are arranged from small to large, light to heavy, and even the shape is considered.

Qiuqiu secretly marveled, and even suspected that Professor Pei’s research might not be immunology, but mathematics, and made full use of spatial computing power to serve her obsessive-compulsive disorder. Otherwise, how would she keep such a large space in the refrigerator neat? This thing is so extreme?

The door was closed and the house was quiet again.

Song Er actually felt that being quiet was her normal state. Obviously she entered this kind of environment that always kept quiet, but for more than half a month.

She grabbed the phone, wanted to say something to Pei Ji, and was worried that it would disturb her.

After all, there are not many opportunities for Pei Ji to go home. She should really want to stay with her parents for a while.

Song Wei was a little entangled, she thought of what Pei Yi said to her when Qiuqiu asked her just now.

In fact, it's nothing, Pei Yi just told him: "Pei Ji got the award she was nominated for, and she is now a world-class immunologist."

Then he asked her: "Don't you always want to know her? I can help you."

If it were put before, she might think more about it when she was not blind. But at that time, she was immersed in the pain of losing the light.

She thought, if she lost the light, could she get close to a star and let her light illuminate her.

Now, she was close to the star, the star's light was dazzling, but not dazzling at all, her light was cold, but not hurting, but very gentle.

Song Wei also became more and more at a loss. She became more and more greedy. She was no longer satisfied with being around the star, not satisfied with just feeling her and talking to her.

She wants to keep the star private, and she wants to own the star.

Song Wei's index finger pointed at the back of the phone. She felt like a deliberate and long-planned villain, but when she thought of Pei Ji, she felt that it was okay to be a villain.

She is more worried about Pei Ji, because the relationship between Pei Ji and her parents is not good. On the one hand, she hopes that Pei Ji can talk more with her parents to be happy, but on the other hand, she is afraid that she will be wronged there.

Pei Ji didn't wait long outside the door, and the babysitter quickly returned and led her in.

Pei Yu'an was in the living room. He closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, but Zhao Yu was not there.

Hearing the footsteps, Pei Yuan opened his eyes, his gaze fell on Pei Ji, and he nodded: "Come and sit down." Then he told the nanny, "Get some drinks."

After speaking, he asked Pei Ji again: "What do you want to drink?"

Pei Ji sat down on a chair opposite him, and when he asked her, he said, "Everything is fine."

Pei Yuan glanced at the babysitter. The babysitter winked and said with a smile: "Then squeeze some sweet apricot juice, there are very fresh apricots at home."

Pei Yuan nodded.

The nanny went to work in the kitchen.

Pei Ji had been here during the funeral of Pei Yi, and now he is still unfamiliar and not used to it. She did not look at the layout of the house, nor did she move around. Instead, she sat peacefully, looking calm and calm, as if she was about to attend an important seminar.

Pei Ji was a reticent child when she was a child. She grew up, making people feel a little thin, because the classmates around her are always older than her. In the crowd, she always looks thin and lonely, out of place. In junior high school, because He was too young and didn't know how to communicate with others, and even almost suffered school violence.

But as she grew older and achieved higher and higher levels, the out-of-fits gradually became unattainable. In the eyes of others, the mediocre loneliness has become a special kind of incompetence. The temperament of climbing.

Pei Yuan looked at her and wanted to say something, only to find that he could not find the topic. What are you talking about? Care about her work? How could he speak her job. Concerned about her private life? He didn't know what her life was like, what friends she had, what she liked to do, whether she was single now or he already had someone to accompany each other.

Pei Yuan suddenly felt a little bored sitting.

Finally, it was Pei Ji who spoke first: "Where's mom?"

Pei Yuan sighed secretly, focusing on this question, and said: "Lying upstairs, she is not feeling well."

Pei Ji asked, "Where is it? Have you seen a doctor?"

Pei Yuan was startled for a moment, and then said, "I'm not very good, and I can't sleep. It's useless for the doctor to see it."

"This is a psychological problem. If it is serious, you must find a psychiatrist for psychological assistance." Pei Ji said seriously. When she spoke, her eyes were always affirmative, like every word she said to herself. suspect.

Pei Yuan was dumb for a while, and then said, "Look again."

Pei Ji frowned. She is a medical student and believes that whether it is a physical problem or a psychological problem, when she can't adjust herself, she should leave the problem to a professional.

Mom can't get out because of Pei Yi. After so long, she obviously can't adjust herself. She needs psychological intervention instead of letting it go.

"I can help my mother find a trusted psychiatrist..." Pei Ji tried to give advice.

Before she could finish speaking, Pei Yuan waved his hand and said, "Besides, don't worry."

He doesn't seem to want to discuss this matter.

Pei Ji didn't quite understand why it was such a natural thing to see a doctor when he was sick, so he would not want to mention it. She didn't say anything, but she still felt that her mother needed to see a doctor.

The topic was interrupted like this, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Fortunately, the nanny came out with sweet apricot juice and delivered it to Pei Ji, asking her to taste it quickly.

Pei Yuan smiled a little on his face and said, "You must try it. Aunt Liu's craftsmanship is very good. You will stay for lunch at noon." After speaking, as if afraid that Pei Ji would refuse, he immediately turned to the nanny and urged her: "Yes. I have prepared lunch, Pei Ji will not leave today."

Of course the nanny agreed.

Pei Ji found that Dad was much kinder than last time on the phone. Although she didn't know why there was such a change, she was still very happy. She hadn't had a good meal at home for a long time.

She held the sweet apricot juice and took a tentative sip.

She actually doesn't like fruit juice, and she doesn't like any juice, but she still drank this cup of sweet apricot juice seriously, and tried her best to sincerely give a comment: "It's delicious."

"Xiaoyi likes this kind of juice the most, so I always keep it at home." Pei Yuan said.

It turned out to be so. Pei Ji nodded. She was not upset that Pei Yuan gave her what Pei Yi liked. She felt that today was the right one, because her father's attitude towards her was much more kind.

She was very happy and tried to say more. It was a pity that Dad didn't seem to be interested in her topic, but Pei Ji was not depressed either. She thought that it would get better and better.

Lunch was almost ready, Pei Yuan stood up and said, "I call your mother to come down for dinner."

When Pei Ji heard it, he judged that his mother was not too serious to get out of bed, so he felt more relieved and nodded and said, "Okay."

As soon as Pei Yuan left, the living room looked deserted. Pei Ji is used to being quiet. She sits peacefully, waiting for her parents to come down, and then eat together.

She saw that the tables in the dining room were round. The round dining table is very suitable for a family.

She waited for a long time, and the nanny brought all the dishes to the table, but both Pei Yuan and Zhao Yu didn't come down. The babysitter was decoction for Zhao Xian. He had to watch, and couldn't walk away, so he said, "If you don't get down, the food will be cold. Go up and see. Don't have anything wrong."

Pei Ji felt right, so he went upstairs.

Pei Yuan and Zhao Yu’s room was at the innermost point. Pei Ji walked over and found that the door was open. She breathed a sigh of relief, so that the two steps of knocking on the door and waiting for the door to be opened could be omitted.

As she got closer, the voice in the room became clearer and clearer.

Pei Ji stopped abruptly because she heard Zhao Yu say: "What are you keeping her down for?"

Pei Ji was at a loss.

Pei Yuan’s voice came immediately, he was very patient, as if trying to make sense: "I know, you don’t like Pei Ji, and I don’t like it either, but Xiaoyi is no longer there, we only have her as a daughter. elected."

"There is only one left, and I don't want it either!" Zhao Yu said decisively.

Pei Ji took a step back involuntarily.

She was standing in the hallway, suddenly wondering what to do. Slowly, she felt a little pain in her heart.

Her reaction is very slow, and her emotional cognition is even slower. Pei Ji knows. Therefore, when she found that she couldn't breathe and her heart hurts very much, she was surprised and surprised that she actually There was such a violent reaction.

It turned out that my father was kind to her today because Pei Yi was gone and he had no choice.

But even if there is no choice, my mother would rather choose nothing than want her.

Pei Ji took two steps back, turned and went downstairs. She sat back in her original chair and was suddenly confused. She seemed to lose her direction all at once. She didn't know where to go or why, she would be here.

The phone vibrated twice. Pei Ji looked down blankly. They were two WeChat accounts. She drove away in a daze, and saw Song Er's voice message.

Pei Ji didn't seem to have any ability to feel, she just clicked on the dialog box based on instinct and inertia, and then clicked on the first voice.

Song Er called out: "Professor..." Then there was silence for several seconds.

Pei Ji clicked on the second one.

Song Er's voice became a little more active, like a squeamish cat: "If you are done, you must go home quickly. I will wait for you at home."

Going home... Pei Ji blinked his eyes and woke up, and Song Er's third message followed.

"Come back quickly. I cleaned up the house. You must remember to praise me." Song Ye urged softly in her voice. She seemed to really need Pei Ji very much and needed Pei Ji back to have them. In that house.

And that house, in Song Er's mouth, is also home, and Pei Ji will always be needed.

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Has it become clear now?

good night.