Picking the stars

When Pei Ji reacted, she had already whizzed out and came out of Song Er's room.

She was worried, the tiles were slippery when they were stained with water vapor, and Song Wei couldn't see it yet. So she stood at the door of the bedroom and could hear the movement inside, but it was not so clear.

Holding the tablet in her hand, she is planning tomorrow's schedule while paying attention to the noise inside.

There is a hanging lamp on the wall of the door, the light is not strong, and it pouring down gently, dyeing the corners of Pei Ji's slightly drooping eyes with a soft warmth.

The schedule is actually very simple. At Pei Ji's level, time is very free. She spends most of the time in the laboratory and school.

Sometimes, some research institutions or universities will invite her to give academic reports, especially after winning the award, many invitations are sent to her mailbox every day. She usually refuses, because what needs to be shared was shared in several academic reports she gave after winning the award.

She clicked on the screen a few times, got up half an hour earlier, and left noon, which was originally used for lunch breaks. In the evening, Pei Ji would usually go to the cafeteria of the research institute to settle dinner after get off work, and then return to the laboratory. He would not go home until nine o'clock.

But now, it is obviously not possible, she must go home on time, because there is someone at home waiting for her to take care of.

There was the sound of water rushing in my ears, I don't know why, it sounded a little vague from time to time. Pei Ji raised his eyes and looked at the bathroom. The bathroom door is made of frosted glass, and the light inside is reflected on the door, as if it has been treated with soft light, which has a very gentle feeling of time.

Pei Ji let out a sigh of relief, only to feel that since Song Wei walked into her house, her life had completely changed.

She is actually reluctant. Because life is short, Professor Pei is only willing to spend her time on things she is interested in. Song Er and her have known each other for less than a day, obviously not in this scope of interest.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Pei Ji immediately turned off the tablet and pricked his ears to listen. There was no noise in the bathroom, it was quiet, probably because Song Er was also afraid of slipping, so he moved very carefully.

After about five minutes, the bathroom door opened. Before Pei Ji could withdraw, he caught a glimpse of Song Wei coming out of it. Her hair was twined, her slender neck was exposed, and she was wearing a light-colored nightdress. She was very gentle in the dim light of her room with the damp water vapor just after bathing.

If the expression on her face is not so confused and helpless, it will be fine.

She reached out and touched the wall, and then stepped carefully in the direction of the bed. When her knee touched the edge of the bed, she bent down, touched the edge of the bed, and sat down slowly.

Every action explained that she was very uncomfortable.

For some reason, Pei Ji did not leave immediately, but looked at Song Er inside through a door.

Song Wei sat alone in the dim light, with the corners of his eyes hanging low, as if thinking about something, Pei Ji looked at her, watching her alone, immersed in his emotions.

After a while, she slowly stood up and walked towards Pei Ji slowly.

Pei Ji's heart slammed, she should withdraw immediately, but then it occurred to him that the blind person's hearing is particularly keen, and she will definitely hear the footsteps when she walks now.

Song Nei got closer and closer, Pei Ji froze, holding her breath, her mind quickly turned, guessing what Song Nei was going to do, was she thirsty, and wanted to pour a glass of water?

She was standing at the door, and if Song Er wanted to come out, she would definitely hit her.

Pei Ji was at a loss.

Song Wei approached, and Pei Ji heard her quietly counting steps quietly: "Three, four..." When she counted to five, she stopped, stretched out her hand, and fumbled in the air.

Her fingertips were about to touch Pei Ji, and Pei Ji opened his eyes wide, and did not dare to make a sound, and even breathed to death.

Song Er's hand ran flat in front of her, touched the door frame, and then touched the door along the door frame. She closed the door. When there was a gap in the door, she thought of something, and she smiled on her face, facing the outside. Say: "Goodnight Professor."

Pei Ji was very close in front of her, so close that she could see her long eyelashes, and she could see a tiny mole under her eyes. But she was so close, she couldn't respond aloud.

After Song Wei finished speaking, he waited a while and turned her head to listen. She didn't hear any movement. It was quiet outside, there was no sound, and no one responded to her goodnight.

Pei Ji saw that the smile that Song Wei had just propped up collapsed, and the corners of her eyes drooped down. The whole person was a little disappointed, but she didn't speak any more, and there was no noise in the daytime, so she closed the door gently. stand up.

Pei Ji held her breath and held her lungs to be overloaded. She covered her mouth, lightened her steps, and walked three meters away before exhaling. For the first time in her life, she had doubts about her IQ.

Why are you so sneaky.

When Song Wei came out, why did she stand there and dare not move, just pretending not to pass by.

She couldn't see it anyway.

She can't see it anyway...

As soon as this sentence came out, Pei Ji couldn't help but glanced at Song Er's door, feeling a little panicked.

This blockage continued until she finished the bath, without any relief.

Pei Ji just doesn't like talking and paying attention to things that have nothing to do with her, but she is not cold-blooded.

She knew that she mostly saw Song Er sitting alone and helpless by the bed. She forced a smile to say goodnight to her who should have been sitting in the living room, and the look of her brows when she couldn't get a response. , Let her feel relieved.

Song Er seems to be unhappy, why?

Pei Ji couldn't think of it, because she didn't know her at all. They only met for the first time today, and they were still half a stranger.

Pei Ji guessed for a while and didn't want to guess. She is used to being alone. In the twenty-five years of her life, she rarely has the memory of contacting and deep friendship with others. She has never even blended into the crowd. She has always been alone.

It's better not to worry about it. Pei Ji thought, Song Yi is only the responsibility Pei Yi left her. She will have other people she likes in the future, she will have her own life, and she will leave sooner or later.

Those who are leaving should not pay too much attention. Because these concerns will become invalid as people leave.

Pei Ji decided not to pay too much attention to Song Wei, as long as she was a roommate in a shared lease.

She went to pour a glass of water and drank it. The taste of clear water was bland and tasteless. Pei Ji only took a sip and put down the water cup. When she returned to the room, she passed the coffee table in the living room. She stopped and looked at the coffee table inexplicably tangled.

The coffee table is the most common type of rectangular glass material.

She bent down and touched the four corners of the glass, sharp and hard. If you accidentally bump into it, it will definitely hurt.

But even if you bump into it, you won't bump into it many times, because once or twice it hurts, you will have a long memory, and when you get to this place, you will be more vigilant.

Roommates sharing a room, don’t care too much.

Pei Ji returned to the bedroom.

After a while, she came out again, her eyes cold and her lips pressed tightly. She turned a few pieces of soft felt out and wrapped the four corners of the coffee table.

The glass is slippery, and the felt cloth is slippery, so it can't be wrapped in any way.

Pei Ji worked hard for half an hour before packing everything up. She breathed a sigh of relief and touched it again. The felt cloth is soft and has a buffering effect. The glass is not so hard, but the corners are still sharp. If Song Er’s white skin is hit, it will definitely be bruised. one slice.

Pei Ji glanced at his watch, one o'clock, it was very late, and forty minutes had passed since her bedtime.

She decided to leave it alone, went back to the bedroom, lay down, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.

Ten minutes later, Professor Pei sat up and added an item to tomorrow's schedule: choosing new furniture.

Pei Ji was unhappy when he fell asleep, and he didn't get up smoothly either.

She woke up half an hour earlier than usual, and came back earlier when she went out to buy.

Breakfast is chicken soup wontons, crab buns, steamed dumplings, sugar pancakes and tofu nao. She bought a few more.

It was 6:40 when she returned, and there were still twenty minutes before her usual time to go out. Pei Ji felt it was too late, but she miscalculated.

Because she can't call Song Er.

It was already half an hour after Song Er sat down at the table. She was sleepy, obviously not awake yet. Under Pei Ji's dissatisfied gaze, she took a deep breath and murmured: "So sleepy."

Pei Ji's complexion grew worse.

Song Er opened his eyes slightly, "Is there breakfast?" She smelled the fragrance.

Pei Ji spoke coldly and reported the name of the dish.

Song Er woke up completely: "I want wonton! Add some vinegar!"

Pei Ji opened the lid and left it for too long. The wonton was a bit soft. Pei Ji wanted to say, it's better to eat tofu, but seeing what Song Wei was expecting, she thought of the lonely look she was sitting on the bedside in a daze last night , Didn't say anything, went to the kitchen, gave her vinegar, and her expression softened.

Song Er is delicious, the chicken soup is very fresh, the wonton skin is thin, and the filling is lean shrimp, not greasy at all.

This meal is obviously better than yesterday's dinner. Pei Ji did not watch the time, anyway, it was too late.

When Song Wei finished eating, she packed the boxes and packed the garbage. Just as she was about to say that she was going to work, she suddenly remembered something.

"Do you have a job?" Pei Ji looked at Song Er and asked.

Many blind people have their own jobs, and if they have a job, they can usually be less boring.

Song Wei sat at the table. She was full. She sat there listening to the sound of Pei Ji walking back and forth. She was in a daze. Hearing her question, she froze for a while, then showed a somewhat unexpected look, and tentatively asked: " Don’t you know what I do?"

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