Picking the stars

The name is a very strange thing, and when it is disassembled, it is all ordinary Chinese characters, but once they are grouped together, it seems to be given a special meaning.

Pei Ji didn't say Song Wei's name completely. She held the small round tray and said, "The tea is ready."

The blankness on Song Er's face was wiped away, and he became interested: "Then I want to taste the tea ceremony of Professor Pei!"

The rain in summer comes quickly and goes quickly. When they came out of the kitchen, the rain had stopped.

The weather was still overcast, a few dark clouds pressed low, and water was condensed on the glass windows, and a few drops were slowly sliding down. The air outside the window is damp.

Pei Ji put down the tray, found the remote control board, and raised the indoor temperature by two degrees.

Song Wei sat down next to the armrest as usual, Pei Ji looked at the place beside her, and sat on the single sofa on the other side, close enough without having to let her body be next to each other.

Song Er sat down, put his hands on his lap, and waited quietly. When Pei Ji lifted the teapot, the sound of tea pouring into the glass came, and Song Wei tilted his ear. There was no other sound in the house, so the sound of water came into Song Er's ears, as if it were amplified, and it became clearer and cleaner.

"Come." Pei Ji's voice came.

Song Er raised his hand, and after a while, the handle of the glass touched her right hand. She fumbled and held it, trying to hold the wall of the cup with her left hand.

"Hot." Pei Ji's voice was not heavy, but Song Wei seemed to be electrocuted, and withdrew his left hand.

Pei Ji pointed to her: "You hold the bottom of the cup, the bottom of the cup is thick."

"Oh." Song Yiyan, holding the bottom of the cup with her left hand and holding it firmly, she said, "Thank you."

Pei Ji made sure she was steady, and then withdrew her hand.

After three or four seconds, the enthusiasm passed from the bottom of the glass, and it was warm and passed to Song Er's palm, at a temperature that was not hot.

Song Er pursed his lips, and gently rubbed the palm of his hand against the bottom of the cup.

Pei Ji poured herself a cup too. She held the cup, blew the heat for a while, took a light sip, and a little bit of hot mouth, but the slightly hot liquid slipped down the throat in her mouth, which was very comfortable.

The taste of tea is very refreshing and sweet.

Pei Ji involuntarily slowed down his breathing, feeling his whole body relaxed.

She has a small problem. She doesn't like drinking water. She feels that the water is bland and tasteless. The taste is strange. She doesn't like sweet or sour drinks. So she leaves her choice of only tea and coffee.

Few people know this little hobby.

She doesn't choose good or bad, as long as she can access it. The cup in his hand is undoubtedly very suitable for Pei Ji's taste. After drinking a cup of tea, Pei Ji picked up the teapot and continued for another cup. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the cup in Song Wei's hand that was full, and he hadn't moved it yet.

"Don't you drink?" Pei Ji asked.

Song Wei seemed to be in a trance. Hearing this, he said hurriedly: "Drink." He lowered his head and took a sip, almost only touching his lips.

Pei Ji shook her head, thinking that Song Er was a strange person, very lively, and very good at communicating with people, but she was too distracted. Just in the kitchen, she was distracted, and after a while, she was distracted again. .

It’s just that Pei Ji is not a nosy person, thinking like this in her heart, she didn’t say anything, holding up the cup, this time, she didn’t drink, just holding the cup in her hand, the palm of her hand pressed against the delicate and smooth glass wall, feeling The heat transferred from the inside.

She was considering how to settle Song Er.

It is certainly not easy to take care of a blind person.

Pei Ji is alone, and every step of her work and life is like an eternal template. She strictly follows the template, and the most annoying thing is the extraneous branches.

If you really take Song Er to live with him, you can imagine that it will be difficult to have peace and regularity in your future life.

Pei Ji thought, thinking of Song Er's parents.

Can Song Er be sent to her parents? Apart from other things, the care of outsiders is definitely not as good as that of parents.

Pei Ji considered the feasibility.

"Pei Ji." Song Wei suddenly said. When she called this name, her tone was very special. Pei Ji's name seemed to be pronounced by her, with a bit of seriousness.

She doesn't know yet, her whereabouts are being considered. Pei Ji looked at her peaceful face, paused for a moment, and then asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Yi hesitated a little, as if embarrassed to say.

Pei Ji looked at her without urging, waiting for her to speak.

Song Wei couldn't see it, but he could feel the person watching him. She pursed her lower lip and faced where Pei Ji was. The direction her eyes were looking at was not aimed at Pei Ji, but fell into the air beside Pei Ji.

But Pei Ji knew that Song Wei wanted to watch her talk.

"Will you come again in the future?" Song Wei asked.

"will not."

Pei Ji has already considered that the property rights of this house will be transferred to her parents' names, and Song Wei is not suitable to live here anymore. She needs to move away. Here is an empty house in the future. Mom and Dad may keep it, or they may be afraid of seeing things and thinking about people and sell it.

No matter which kind, Pei Ji will never come again.

Song Wei didn't know her consideration, he didn't hesitate to hear her refusal, his expression dimmed, and he was very disappointed.

"I'm so bored by myself, no one speaks with me." Song Er's voice was low.

She sits very upright, with straight lines on her back. People in this sitting posture always feel strong or inaccessible, but Song Er is not.

It may be her eyes that cannot see the light, which makes people unable to help but sympathize, or it may be that her white and clean neck is a bit fragile, and she does look a little lonely.

Pei Ji felt that the tea she was holding in her hand didn't seem so good. She didn't know how to answer the conversation to comfort Song Er.

Song Er didn't know her embarrassment at all. It seemed that he had finally caught someone who could listen to her. He immediately opened the chatterbox and complained: "I don't have very good friends. Mom and Dad are not in China. It’s boring, and Pei Yi is still so busy. Sometimes she leaves when she eats, sometimes she’s halfway through the conversation, and when she picks up the phone, she wants to leave. Every time she apologizes, but she never says she will change, because There must be another time."

Her tone is like complaining to the children that their parents are too busy and don't have time to play with her. Pei Ji smiled, and felt sad again. If Song Yi knew that Pei Yi had been in an accident, he wouldn't know if he would still complain that Pei Yi had been with her for too little.

Song Wei sighed slightly, and fell into a low mood: "I didn't mean to blame her. She is usually busy. I never talk about her. After all, what she does is very, very important. I am, alone. It's too boring to stay."

Pei Ji let her talk down. On the one hand, it was really too boring and boring to leave a blind person here. On the other hand, Song Er complained about Pei Yi like this, but she didn’t know, Pei Yi again. I couldn't respond to her either, I couldn't apologize to her for always leaving halfway as before.

The tea in Song Er's hand had been holding for a long time, but it was still full, almost untouched. At this time, she seemed to be tired, and suddenly took a sip of tea, then leaned forward, planning to put the glass she was holding on the coffee table.

She couldn't see it, and the cup was almost empty. Pei Ji almost jumped up. There was no depressed mood. She only felt very thrilling. When she freed one hand to pick it up, the bottom of the cup fell on the edge of the coffee table, half in it, and half in the air. drop down.

Pei Ji breathed a sigh of relief and leaned forward to move the cup inside.

The low atmosphere created by Song Er's words just disappeared.

She understood that anything too boring and boring is secondary, and the most important thing is danger. In the past few days, she stayed at home alone without any accidents, she was completely lucky.

Song Wei sat calmly, unaware of the little thrill that had just happened. She put the cup in, and her expression returned to normal, as if she had finished complaining and felt comfortable.

"You should be leaving." Song Er said.

Pei Ji has been here for a while, and everyone who knows her knows that she is very short on time, and it is quite rare for her to stay for so long.

"My eyes are inconvenient, otherwise, I will definitely leave you to eat before leaving." Song Er's tone is very gentle, "Then wait for Pei Yi to come back and fill up the meal again. Thank you for leaving this. Come, tell me about Pei Yi."

Pei Ji was silent. She thought of what Song Ye said just now that she has no particularly good friends and her parents are abroad. In other words, no one can accept her after leaving here.

Song Wei waited for a while, and couldn't help but shook his head with a smile: "You are so silent, I said so much, you didn't say a word, if I didn't know you were listening, I would think I was talking to myself the whole time. Talking to myself."

A ray of sunlight broke through and the clouds were shining down, the golden light overflowed, the haze outside the window was dispersed, and some summer warmth was finally restored. As soon as Pei Ji looked up, he saw the water droplets on the glass window reflecting the light. From this angle, it was as bright as a gem.

She sighed in her heart, a little bit helpless, and a little resigned.

There are some things that can't be avoided. Maybe from the time when Pei Yi entrusted Song Ye to her on the phone, it was already destined to take care of Song Ye to her responsibility.

"Do you want to think about moving to my place?" Pei Ji asked.

Either she didn't speak, or she made such abrupt suggestions. Song Wei was stunned.

Pei Ji’s tone is very serious: "Pei Yi hasn’t decided when to come back. I guess I’ll be there for a while. My work unit and residence are not close to here. According to them, it seems inconvenient. You can stay at my house for a while. , Don’t say anything else, at least, I can take care of your three meals a day."

She spoke very well-organized, and the reasons for wishing Song Er to move to live with her, as well as the benefits, were all made clear.

Song Er did not answer immediately, but thought for a while, and asked, "Is this what Pei Yi meant?"

Pei Ji closed his eyes and lied concisely: "Yes."

"All right," Song Er agreed.

Pei Ji breathed a sigh of relief. She stood up and was about to say to pack her things, but Song Yi suddenly asked, "Does Pei Yi really have an urgent task?"

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I heard that you want to see Pei Yi’s extravaganza, ok, arrange.