Picking the stars

In the world of the blind, the slightest sound will be very obvious, and the slight changes in the people around will be accurately captured.

Song Wei felt that Pei Ji stopped his movements, obviously unable to see, but there was a feeling that Pei Ji was frowning and looking at her solemnly.

Song Er firmly grasped the quilt, released it again, raised his hand, and slowly touched his eyes, touched Pei Ji's hand, and touched the smooth and delicate egg in her hand.

Pei Ji took his hand out of Song Er's hand and put the egg in a plate on the side. This was the last egg. Pei Ji looked around Song Er's eyes and lightly touched the small piece of skin on the bottom of her left eye.

The fingertips just touched Song Er's mole.

Song Wei didn't hide, and even rubbed Pei Ji's fingertips lightly.

Very short, but full of dependence.

Pei Ji paused with his fingertips and retracted his hand: "It's much better. Go to bed early at night. When you get up tomorrow, your eyes won't hurt."

Song Er smiled and said, "Okay, thank you Professor."

Pei Ji didn't speak any more, she took the plate, stood up and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Song Er said.

Pei Ji looked down at her.

Song Er's hands overlapped on her lower abdomen, her right hand grasped the four fingers of her left hand, a little hard, and a little uneasy, but her smile was very relaxed: "Let's talk for a while, OK?"

Pei Ji wanted to refuse, but seeing Song Wei's hands clasped together, she hesitated for a while and sat back.

Last time, Pei Ji stayed in Song Er's bedroom, sitting in a chair and reading to her. At that time, when they came back from Li Shengbai, Song Er had to make a difficult choice no matter how to choose within three weeks.

Now Song Ye has made this choice.

Pei Ji sat by the bed. She didn't move the chair. She turned her head and saw her figure reflected on the wall, juxtaposed with Song Er's. They were close together, as if their heads were against their heads.

Pei Ji looked at the two reflections. For some reason, her heart seemed to be touched. She couldn't figure out what kind of touch it was for a while. She only felt like the warm sun in the early spring was shining in the mountains, and the ice and snow of the frozen stream melted. The upper water washed down, and the ice lying across the stream broke completely. With a crash, the ice mixed with the water and rushed down.

My heart seemed to be empty at once, but then it seemed to be filled with other things.

Lost and gradually climbed onto Pei Ji's face.

Song Er moved, she raised her head slightly, and smiled and said, "Why don't you talk? We have known each other for so long, and you haven't chatted with me. If you are so indifferent to others, it must be Can't make friends."

Pei Ji's attention was all on the wall. Song Er's movements were magnified during the projection process. The shadow on the wall raised his head, and his lips were pressed against that of Pei Ji's shadow.

Her voice rang in her ears, Pei Ji did not hear a word. She froze and did not move, her eyes were fixed on the shadow on the wall, her heart was slowly tightened, a little hurt, and it seemed that it was not only pain, but also some very secret things that broke from the bottom of her heart.

what is that? Pei Ji thought blankly.

"Pei Ji!" Song Wei called her.

Pei Ji was awakened. Looking back at her, Song Er was already angry and said, "Why are you ignoring people!"

Pei Ji still couldn't recover. She turned to look back at the shadow, but because of her previous movement, there was a white gap between the shadows of the two of them.

Still very close, but no longer intimate.

The white gap seemed to give Pei Ji a little room to breathe, the tension in his heart relaxed, but it was not completely relaxed, there was a feeling of resounding resounding.

Pei Ji involuntarily raised his hand and touched his lips.

"Pei Ji..." Song Wei called her again.

Pei Ji put down his hand and looked at her. Song Er's expression became a little uneasy, Pei Ji looked at her hand subconsciously, Song Er's hand pinched the edge of the quilt, and his nails turned white.

"Do you not want to talk to me? Are you still busy?" Song Er asked softly.

Pei Ji didn't answer her, she reached out and touched Song Er's nails that were whitened by force, and said, "Relax."

Song Wei was startled and really let go of his hand.

"Don't ignore me. If you ignore me, I will be very sad." She never got a response from Pei Ji. She just said a lot, but Pei Ji didn't make any sound. She was very upset. There is a thought that Pei Ji will bother her sooner or later.

"I..." Pei Ji opened his mouth, but she couldn't describe what she had just lost. She restrained herself from looking at the shadow on the wall, but the picture was deeply imprinted in her mind.

"I'm lost." Pei Ji said in general.

"Oh." Song Wei seemed to accept her remarks, but after a while, she asked quietly: "Where did you go? Is there anyone more interesting than me? Or, are you thinking about Miss Lu?"

She suddenly mentioned Lu Man, and Pei Ji gave her a strange look: "No."

Song Wei found out that she couldn't ask Pei Ji several questions at once, because she would often pick the one that was the easiest to answer and ignore the others.

Song Yi didn't know if she was lazy and didn't want to talk, or whether their indifferent and silent robot had some kind of program in their brain that set them to answer only the simplest questions. But when she heard that she wasn't thinking about Lu Man, Song Yi was still very happy: "Then you promise, you can't miss others in front of me in the future."

Pei Ji promised: "Okay."

Song Er said: "You can't think that others are better-looking than me and more interesting than me,"

Pei Ji said: "Okay."

Song Yi smiled, Pei Ji paid attention to her hand, Song Yi's hand was laid flat on the quilt, in a relaxed gesture.

"You can answer without thinking about it, you are not sincere." Song Er said again, his smile receded, as if he was very dissatisfied.

But Pei Ji has used her hand to judge that she is now relaxed and not really dissatisfied. Under normal circumstances, Pei Ji would not pay attention to such words, because the words were wrong and meaningless.

But to Song Er, Pei Ji said solemnly: "I have sincerity."

Song Er looked very happy. Seeing her smile, Pei Ji subconsciously looked at the wall again.

When people speak, it is impossible to remain motionless, and subtle movements projected on the wall will be magnified many times, and the white gap between them is getting bigger and bigger.

Pei Ji retracted his gaze.

Song Wei didn't know what Pei Ji saw, or how she looked and how she felt right now. She just wanted to talk to Pei Ji.

"Do you think I am strange?" Song Er raised another question.

"will not."

Song Wei was not satisfied. She further asked, "Isn't it strange that I was very rude to Miss Lu today?"

When she mentioned this matter, Pei Ji was a little bit confused, and brought it out in her tone: "You are rude to each other."

Song Wei is more exposed, while Lu Man is much more restrained and restrained, but Pei Ji and Lu Man have known each other for so many years, she naturally understands Lu Man, and she will not be unaware.

Pei Ji is very rusty about this, and doesn't understand at all. Song Er looked a little proud: "I don't know, girls are very sensitive to this kind of thing."

When facing a rival in love, the girl's senses have become the most advanced radar, and every clue will be infinitely magnified. When she mentioned Lu Man from her mother, she was basically certain.

First of all, it is difficult for ordinary people to get along with her with such a personality as Pei Ji. She has been in contact for more than ten years. There must be one side meticulously maintaining it. This side is definitely not Pei Ji. How can a friend unilaterally pay for this kind of wood for more than ten years.

Secondly, it was last year that she went to Professor Sun's house as a guest, but she still remembered, at least one thing is certain, she had a good impression of her. Lu Man must have deliberately acted well in front of the teacher and her mother, just like her.

Finally, the car smelled of perfume left by Lu Man. Song Wei knew that the fragrance did not last very long. She and Pei Ji came out of the hospital and could still smell it after a period of time, indicating that Lu Man had probably made up the fragrance before seeing Pei Ji. To meet ordinary friends, it will not be so fine.

These inferences are not particularly rigorous, but when they collide, they are at least seven to eight points accurate.

But Song Yi would not tell Pei Ji. More than ten years should be respected. In Lu Man's mind, only she herself has the right to choose not to tell Pei Ji.

Moreover, in Song Wei's heart, she didn't want Pei Ji to know that she was afraid that this hard piece of wood would open up to others, and there would be no place for her by her side.

"Then do you think that it's not long since I met you, it's weird to stick to you like this?" Song Er asked again.

Pei Ji was still thinking about what she just said, "Girls are very sensitive to this kind of thing." What is this kind of thing? Hearing that she jumped off the topic again, Pei Ji couldn't respond a little bit. Say: "You are different from everyone else I know."

They are not the same, so there is no way to compare them. Pei Ji didn't know whether it was strange or not.

Song Wei lowered her eyes, and she felt that her heart was warm, and there was also a looming guilty conscience floating. She is different from everyone else, so for the professor, she should be something special.

She boldly made such an inference.

Thinking about it this way, Song Er felt a kind of sourness again. She was silent for a while before asking the question that had hung in her heart from the beginning: "Do you not agree with my choice?"

After she said she decided not to undergo the operation, the professor's reaction did not seem to agree.

When she asked this question, Pei Ji hesitated.

She wanted to discuss this matter with Song Er. This matter is very serious and very important. Pei Ji was worried that her expression was unclear. Her speech speed slowed down. While thinking about it, she said, “It’s not no To agree with your choice is to disagree with your repressive way of thinking. I think that your decision is emotionally taking up a large proportion."

Song Wei did not expect to get such an answer. She panicked, as if there was something very important, which was denied by Pei Ji himself. She hurriedly said: "If there is no life, then there is really nothing, I It disappeared completely, all the beauty of life has nothing to do with me, the music I love has nothing to do with me, all the people who love me have nothing to do with me, and I can’t stay anymore..."

When she said this, she stopped, her pale face full of panic.

Pei Ji looked at her without speaking.

Song Wei took a deep breath, as if realizing that she was too emotional, she lowered her voice, and then said, "Do you know what a person is like after death? I don't know, it doesn't matter before. When I was myself, I just imagined whether there would be reincarnation, whether there would be ghosts and gods, whether there would be a bridge of soul and hell. When I think about it, I still find it very interesting. But now, when I think of the word death, I just feel that It’s terrifying. It’s too close to me. I’m afraid of being pulled out of this world abruptly. I’m afraid of pain, I’m afraid I won’t be able to get out of the operating bed. I don’t even have a chance to say goodbye to you. My parents are white-haired people sending black-haired people. They should be in pain. My parents love me so much. I haven't had time to be filial to them. And my music, I wrote a lot of songs, some are satisfied and some are dissatisfied. , But none of them makes me feel that this is my highest creative level..."

"If I die, these will become regrets, regrets that cannot be made up."

After she said so much, Pei Ji listened very attentively and seriously, taking every word to heart, but after she finished speaking, Pei Ji just told her: "You still have ten days to think about it."

When Song Wei cried bitterly, Pei Ji felt that she had given up many other possibilities for something that was very important to her.

Those that may be important to her are difficult to give up, but relatively speaking, she can't let go of that thing.

Pei Ji didn't know what that thing was, she just hoped that Song Wei could consider it again.

But Pei Ji understands that this choice is too difficult. If you don't have an operation, you will regret it at some point in the future. After the operation, you may not even have the chance to regret it.

"Think again." Pei Ji said.

Her tone slowed down, her voice softened, and fell into Song Er's ears, with an indescribable tenderness. Song Wei shook his head, those godless eyes were helpless and fragile: "I don't want to..." thought.

Pei Ji interrupted her: "You can make any choice, but you must consider it carefully." After she finished speaking, seeing Song Er's eyes, there were countless unbearables in her heart. She thought for a while, and then said, "Observe, I am here. ."

Song Er nodded blankly.

Pei Ji stood up, ready to leave. When she turned around, she saw the shadow on the wall again. She stood up, and the shadow also stood up. The white gap between her and Song Er became wider and farther.

Pei Ji's gaze fell on Song Er's shadow, and the edge of the shadow was like a layer of faint light, which was a little illusory. Pei Ji lowered his head and saw the master of the shadow.

The owner of the shadow is much more vivid than the shadow. She seems to have been hit, and she seems to be lost in confusion. She asked: "Professor, if it were you, how would you choose?"

Pei Ji can give an answer soon, and she will give the option of undergoing surgery as soon as the doctor asks her wishes. But when she was about to speak, she suddenly thought, if the operation fails, what will Song Er do?

Pei Ji was stunned, it turned out that she was no longer a careless person.

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Does the shadow look good, Xiao Ji?