Picking the stars

After noon, the torrential rain gradually reduced and turned into a fine light rain, which was blown by the wind and hit the balcony diagonally.

Before long, the light rain stopped, and the sun regained the clouds and fog. The sun was not too violent, and it shone vainly, and the water droplets on the leaves refracted dazzling light.

Pei Ji got busy. The affairs of the last few days were piled up. She helped her hold a video conference, thinking that the professor had time to work, and sent all the affairs that could be mobile office by email.

All her afternoons are used for work.

There are also many invitations from universities and research institutes. In fact, research institutes or universities agree with academic exchanges and encourage professors to go to other universities for exchanges as scholars or visiting professors.

Pei Ji opened a subject at a university in Singapore in the second half of last year.

But this year...

Within months, except for the International Summit on Immunology and Pathology in September, she did not arrange any business trips. She has to take care of the kittens.

Pei Ji pressed a few letters on the keyboard and turned to look at Song Er.

Lying on the hospital bed, Song Er quickly smiled when she saw her looking over. Pei Ji paused and moved back to the screen.

Song Er sighed and lowered his eyes.

She was actually very worried because the professor was indifferent and ignored her.

She was nervous all morning and lost her confidence. When the professor went out to buy lunch, she suddenly thought that if the professor really hated her, she would not stay here. After all, time is so precious to her, how can she be willing to waste it? On a nasty person.

Thinking this way, Song Er's confidence returned a bit.

After the rain, the natural wind brings the fresh breath of vegetation and soil into the ward through the windows and doors of the balcony.

"Professor..." Song Er said suddenly.

The sound of typing on the keyboard was cut off, Pei Ji raised his head and looked at her.

Song Er's voice was steady: "Thirst."

This word is like an instruction. After Pei Ji received it, he immediately stood up, took Song Er's cup, poured water, and brought it to the bed.

Because Song Ye was not suitable to sit up yet, Pei Ji used a straw, Song Ye took a couple of sips, and pushed the cup to indicate that he didn't want it.

Pei Ji took the cup away, put it on the bedside table, and looked at Song Er inquiringly.

Song Wei understood the query in her eyes and said, "Nothing else."

Pei Ji stood up safely and sat back in front of the computer.

On call, there is no impatience, and the attitude is enthusiastic. Song Wei was sure that the professor really didn't hate her, she just encountered something and didn't want to talk to her anymore.

Song Er breathed a sigh of relief, and then became worried again. What is it? No matter how she thought about it, she didn't find any clues.

It seems that when Pei Yi was mentioned last night, the professor was unhappy.

But Song Yi can be sure that the professor will not hate Pei Yi, let alone anger her because of Pei Yi.

why? Song Er has no clue.

In the evening, Xia Qing came here. She would come every day, but she would not stay in the ward for too long. She would sit for a while to see Song Er’s recovery, and then chat with Pei Ji. Leave, so that Song Er and Pei Ji can be alone.

Song Wei observed for several days that when Pei Ji talked to her mother, he had a correct attitude and a calm tone. Sometimes he would smile, without any perfunctory disrespect.

But once he meets her, the professor will be reticent, avoiding staring at her as much as possible.

Song Yi was sad at first, feeling that the professor was deliberately neglecting her, but a few days later, she realized that it was not. The professor was not coldly neglecting her, but that she really didn't know what to say to her, and she didn't dare to grow up with her. Look at each other in time.

It seemed that a snail shell had suddenly grown out. She hid in fear when something happened to her, but did not completely seal herself up. She would still carefully stick out her tentacles, tentatively trying to know the situation outside. Want to get out of the snail shell again.

Song Er was helpless and impatient, but no matter how impatient she was, she couldn't destroy the thin layer of shell. She could only be patient as much as possible, give the professor so much love and coax her out of the shell.

"Professor..." Song Er leaned on the bed, she was able to sit up, the wound healed well, as long as she did not exercise vigorously to tear it, there would be no problem.

Pei Ji sat in front of the hospital bed to peel apples. At first, she was not very proficient. The peeler always slipped on the peel, but after a few times, she was able to peel a whole peel without breaking.

Hearing Song Er calling her, she didn't raise her head and looked at the apple peel, but she leaned forward slightly in response to Song Er.

"Pei Ji." Song Wei called again.

This time Pei Ji raised her head and glanced at her, then pursed her lower lip, with resistance in her eyes, but due to conditioned reflex, she still said, "Song Er..."

The pause time is slightly longer.

Song Wei looked at her with a smile, Pei Ji was reluctant, but still said, "Kitten."

After speaking, I added another sentence in my heart, not mine.

Song Wei didn't know what she was thinking, but he thought such a professor was particularly cute.

After she formed the habit, it was really difficult to change.

Song Er feels very safe. If one day, the professor develops the habit of loving her, he will probably never stop loving her in his life.

After the apple was peeled, Pei Ji used a fruit knife to cut into small pieces, put them in a small plate, and then sent them to Song Er's side. Song Er ate two yuan and said, "It's so boring, can I go for a walk?"

She has been in the ward for half a month, and she hasn't stepped out of the ward door for half a month, and she is almost bored to grow mushrooms.

Pei Ji stood up, looked at her wound first, wrapped in gauze, and then looked at the weather outside the window. The weather was clear and it was dusk. There were not many people on their balcony to the small garden going out, and the wind was blowing, not hot.

After judging that several factors that affected Song Ye’s going out were still favorable, Pei Ji lowered his head and said to Song Ye: "You wait for me for a while."

Then went out.

Just as Song Wei wondered what he wanted to do, Pei Ji came back and pushed back a wheelchair.

Song Wei opened his eyes slightly, and couldn't help but laugh, and looked at Pei Ji angrily: "I don't need a wheelchair, I don't have a leg injury."

"Head injury, need to reduce concussion. Walking has concussion." Pei Ji explained to her earnestly, pushing it up, "The wheelchair is idle."

It means that no one uses it anyway, it doesn't matter if you borrow it.

Song Er had to listen to her.

In fact, she did not reject the professor's serious and somewhat stubborn concern, but was very happy.

Pei Ji came to help her. The wound is not so fragile anymore, it hurts if it doesn't move. Song Wei took advantage of the pressure on Pei Ji and stood up.

Pei Ji steadily supported her.

"Professor, why don't you want to talk to me?" Song Wei asked, looking at her profile.

Because you are not my kitten. Pei Ji thought in his heart, did not answer Song Er, nor did he glance at her.

Song Er asked her many times, but failed again. She pursed her lips and stopped talking.

The midsummer has passed, and there is a vague coolness in autumn after dusk.

The greening of the hospital’s small garden has been very good, with a lot of flowers planted so that there are flowers blooming in the garden in all seasons.

The setting sun is no longer scorching, and it is even cooler under the dense green shade.

Song Wei hadn't come out for a long time, even if he was just pushed around in a wheelchair by Pei Ji in the small garden, he was very happy.

When passing a bunch of light blue flowers, Song Er hurriedly asked Pei Ji to stop.

These small flowers grow in the flower bed, a small piece of dense, Song Er stretched out one of its petals, and happily turned around and asked Pei Ji: "Does it look good?"

Pei Ji was not interested in plants, plant cells, and plant immune systems. He glanced at it and didn't answer, but she was stuffed into one in the next second.

"Help me take a picture with Xiaohua." Song Wei looked up at her with bright eyes.

Pei Ji took it, turned on the camera function, retreated to a place five or six steps away, took a picture of Song Er and Xiao Hua, and then returned it to Song Er.

It's almost the same as college students shooting ppt on the screen in class.

Song Wei looked at the photos and was very dissatisfied. She looked up at Pei Ji and condemned her with her eyes. Pei Ji was condemned by her eyes and had to say: "What's the matter?"

Still have to ask what's wrong.

Song Er said angrily: "You will perfuse me!"

Pei Ji: "..."

A large field of flowers was only half shot in, and her head occupies one part of the photo. Song Wei felt angry at a glance, she never wanted to talk to Pei Ji anymore.

Pei Ji was at a loss, and Song Wei just ignored her.

Pei Ji thought for a while and understood what the problem was. She said, "I'll take a new photo for you. You can teach me how to produce excellent photos."

Song Wei still ignored her, and even stood up on his own. He walked slowly along the shade of the tree. Pei Ji pushed the wheelchair behind her. She didn't let her sit back quickly, but her eyes kept facing away. Looking at her wound, she was obviously concerned.

Song Wei wanted to say, look, if I ignore you, are you uncomfortable? Then if you ignore me, I am also very sad. The words came to my lips, but I still couldn't speak.

She stopped and sat back in the wheelchair. Pei Ji's nervous eyes calmed down, but she kept looking up at Song Er.

In the end, Song Wei was amused and handed it over to her. First tell her how to compose the picture and how to find the angle to make it look good, and then let her practice.

Song Er's professionalism makes her calm and calm when facing the camera. Once a photographer particularly praised her sense of lens. As long as she knows a little bit of photography, it is difficult to make her look bad.

Pei Ji learns very fast, and after a few pointers, she took a few photos of the plants in the small garden, and after Song Er's further guidance and improvement, she had a preliminary grasp of how to shoot Song Er.

She took eight steps back, carefully looking for the angle and light, and took eight shots in a row, and Song Wei was satisfied with five.

"The professor is great, this one, and this one, it's completely comparable to a professional photographer." Song Wei praised it vigorously.

This is of course an exaggeration. No matter how smart Pei Ji is, he won't be able to master a new skill to a professional level in a matter of minutes. But Pei Ji is still very happy.

Obviously, she was still uneasy just now, lest Song Er would continue to be angry with her.

But only a dozen minutes have passed. After Song Er's obvious exaggeration, Pei Ji felt that her heart was filled, and she felt a sense of accomplishment similar to completing a breakthrough experiment.

"Tell me why you are angry these days." Song Er grabbed the corner of her clothes.

She was sitting in a wheelchair and could only look up at Pei Ji. Pei Ji dodged her eyes, but she still didn't want to say.

But this time, Song Wei insisted that she pulled Pei Ji by the corner of her clothes, like a teacher who suddenly became strict, making Pei Ji at a loss.

The setting sun is short, and the setting sun in the city is fleeting, the street lights in the small garden are on, and there is still sunset on the west side of the sky.

They confronted each other for five minutes, but Pei Ji still didn't mean to speak.

Song Wei bit her lower lip and still didn't want to embarrass her anymore. She was loosened and wanted to go back, but Pei Ji lowered her head and looked at her wrinkled clothes corner. After she loosened it with Song Wei, she lay down on her leg. Up.

When Song Er forced her to speak, she didn't want to answer. But after she gave in, a strange but strong intolerance developed in Pei Ji's heart.

She didn't want to see Song Ye wronged herself, and she didn't want to see Song Ye's retreat.

"I..." Pei Ji said.

Actually, she didn't want to tell Song Wei about her care, but it was difficult for her to express these negative emotions.

She tried hard to organize her emotions into sentences, but it was chaotic.

Pei Ji feels irritable and feels a sense of inferiority, because she can't even express herself, and no one likes someone who is taciturn and can't speak.

Pei Ji fell into a more negative mood.

"Don't worry." Song Er squeezed her heart.

Pei Ji looked at her.

"If you are willing to tell me, it would be great." Song Er looked at her with a smile, "If you don't express well, you don't need to worry."

Pei Ji was stunned for a moment. She said that there was no need to worry, but she clearly wanted to know her heart.

"You don't have to worry about anything, any opinions, because I won't laugh at you, I like the professor very much." Song Wei tried his best to comfort her gently and meticulously.

There was a high and solid wall in her heart, which burst suddenly, and Pei Ji opened her mouth. She no longer refused to talk to Song Wei, but it was inevitable that she was ashamed. Therefore, she tried her best to be concise, and tried her best to consolidate all her emotions into one sentence.

After a while, just when Song Wei thought he could not hear the professor open up for her today, the professor looked into her eyes and said softly, "I want to know you before Pei Yi."