Picking the stars

After the academic report in the afternoon, M University arranged a semi-formal dinner party as a continuation of the report meeting.

As the keynote speaker, Pei Ji was the focus of the dinner.

She is always surrounded by people.

When Song Wei called the fifth call, the assistant looked at the name that was beating on the screen. He was worried that something would happen, so he had to interrupt the conversation between the professor and other experts and scholars.

He walked to Pei Ji's side, showed her the mobile phone, and gave her a five with his hand, indicating that it was already the fifth communication.

"Sorry, there is a very important call." Pei Ji and the people around apologized.

Everyone expressed their understanding.

When Pei Ji took the phone and walked to the balcony, almost a minute had passed, but Song Wei's name was still perseveringly bright on the screen.

She picked it up, and there was a moment of silence over there, as if she couldn't even breathe.

At the next moment, Song Er asked: "Are you leaving again? Did you go to West Africa?"

Her voice was low and dry, as if she was holding back her emotions, but failed again. When she said the last two words, she seemed to be crying.

Pei Ji finally couldn't bear to hang up and said, "No."

Hearing her denial, Song Er’s hand on the wall seemed to have finally touched the real object, feeling the coolness and hardness of the wall, no longer what it was just now, only panic, and nothing else. Arrived.

But very soon, her heart was raised again.

It's not that I went to West Africa, so I'm not here these days. Is it because she is so annoyed that she doesn't want to go home anymore?

Song Wei lowered his head, looked at his shadow on the ground, and asked with confidence, "Then where did you... go?"

"Business trip." Pei Ji's voice was cold.

It turned out not to hide from her. Song Er's heart came alive again, and he didn't care about Pei Ji's indifference, his voice relaxed slightly, and softly urged: "Then you need to wear more clothes. It's very cold these days. You have to eat every meal. I’m so skinny. If I lose weight, I’ll be blown away by the wind. I’ll wait for you to come back."

In the past few days, the temperature has cooled again, and it has snowed. I don't know if the professor's business trip is like this. But Song Er still couldn't help but tell. After four years of separation, Pei Ji's body looked thinner and thinner, which made her very worried.

She put her ear on the phone, and said nothing on the other end, and hung up.

Song Wei froze for a moment, and felt it was reasonable, but it was still like a cloud of air clogging her chest, a little painful, and a little at a loss.

When Pei Ji came back from the balcony, a girl standing by the door saw her coming, immediately stood up straight, smiled politely, with a little nervousness in her eyes, obviously waiting for her.

Seeing Pei Ji approaching, she yelled: "Professor Pei."

Pei Ji nodded to her and was about to walk over in front of her, she asked awkwardly: "Are you talking to Madam on the phone?"

Pei Ji was taken aback invisible, and said, "No."

She had never told anyone that she and Song Er were no longer together. This was the first time she denied their relationship to others.

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt my heart was empty. She repelled this feeling very much, and wanted to get rid of this topic as soon as possible, so she left quickly.

No, the girl followed her, and said quickly in a tone that was not too daring, but would be particularly regrettable if not to say: "I am a fan of your wife. I met her at a banquet a long time ago. You were there at that banquet, and we were standing by the door, and she asked me your name."

Pei Ji stopped and looked at her.

The girl saw her aroused her attention, her speech slowed down, and she smiled more calmly. She sincerely said to Pei Ji: "Four years ago things were terrible, but when it comes to falling in love, I always support the two."

She spoke very sincerely. Pei Ji should have denied clarification. She wanted to deny too. But when she opened her mouth, what she said turned out to be contrary to her heart: "Thank you."

Because of this thank you, Pei Ji spent the whole night in a state of irritation that deviated from the plan.

Finally, in the insomnia, she found a decent reason for this thank you-Song Er is a public figure, her relationship status is closely related to her career, since she has not disclosed that they are no longer together, maybe there is a difference For consideration, she should cooperate with her to keep it secret.

Song Wei didn't know when Pei Ji would be back, but he would go downstairs to her every night and wait for the light behind that window to turn on.

Waited for a month, but did not wait.

She couldn't help getting anxious, and the feeling of waiting was like suspending people's hearts in the air, unable to go up or down, empty and without landing.

Obviously, she has waited for four years, but she is still not used to this kind of taste.

On the thirty-ninth day of Pei Ji’s business trip, Song Wei left the studio and went to her house as usual. All the way, he hoped that the professor would go home today, and it would be better to let her run into it, even if only from a distance. It's okay to take a look

But in fact, she was looking forward to it every day, counting the days waiting for Pei Ji to return. So although I prayed this way, I didn't hold out much hope.

She actually had something to do at night. It was a meal. If it were before Pei Ji came back, she would definitely have gone, but now, except for what she had to go, she could push and push.

Four years ago, she couldn't coordinate work and professors well. Now, she can handle it very well.

When it arrives, it happens to be off work time.

It is in the time when the traffic is the highest in the community. Song Er sat in the car and didn't get off.

Chinese New Year is about to go in one month.

There is probably no hope of taking the professor home this year. But she can stay. Otherwise, it would be too lonely to teach someone the New Year.

Song Wei pondered, and couldn't help thinking, I don't know if there will be a chance next year, there should be some, if not, it will be there.

She knows that people like Pei Ji, once a decision is made, it is difficult to change. But because of the past, Pei Ji obeyed her words and was considerate and gentle everywhere, and Song Wei would inevitably feel that he was special to Pei Ji.

It was also because she had walked into Pei Ji's heart and knew what Pei Ji cared about most.

The professor wanted a home from the beginning to the end, a place where she can value her, treat her fairly, and give her peace of mind.

She is very special to professors, and she also understands what professors care about. She should have a chance. Song Ye had a great fluke.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Song Er felt hungry and remembered that she had forgotten dinner.

But she didn't want to leave yet. She remembered that there was a small restaurant in the community, so she wanted to fill up her stomach casually.

She got out of the car and walked over.

The weather was very cold and there was a lot of wind blowing, Song Wei forgot to wear a scarf, only felt that the cold wind desperately poured into her neck, trembling with the cold.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly saw a taxi parked outside the gate of the community. The figure she had waited for more than a month took the suitcase from the trunk and walked towards this side.

Song Wei was at a loss, standing still, not knowing whether to avoid it or to meet him.

She still remembers that the professor said that she didn't want to see her, but finally waited until she really didn't say a word?

Song Wei stared at Pei Ji in a daze. When she recovered, Pei Ji had already come to the front.

"Professor." Song Er looked at her intently.

Pei Ji glanced at her finger, it was completely healed, and there was no trace of injury.

She pushed the suitcase and walked straight in front of her, without intending to stop.

It wasn't until four or five steps away that Song Er reacted and hurried to catch up.

"Professor, have you eaten yet? Are you hungry?" This point is always not enough, the professor must be hungry.

"You wear so little, are you cold?"

"Is the box heavy? Let me push it." As she said, she stretched out her hand to help Pei Ji, only to run into Pei Ji's hand holding the lever.

Pei Ji looked at her, his eyes a little cold, Song Wei's heart was stagnant, but he did not dare to speak any more.

They walked downstairs, Song Wei followed, Pei Ji stopped, and looked back at her, his eyes were wary: "What are you going to do?"

Song Er was pierced by her eyes, but after waiting so many geniuses to wait for the professor back, she wanted to see her again and say a few words to her.

"I'll send you up." Song Er said, with a weak momentum and pleading in his tone.

Pei Ji and her looked at each other for two seconds.

Give in.

Take the elevator upstairs and it takes no more than two minutes.

She didn't say anything, and walked straight in. Song Er's eyes were full of smiles, and he quickly followed.

She became a little more lively again, and asked: "I have been on a long business trip, have you been to many places? Are you tired?"

Pei Ji looked straight ahead and pressed down the elevator floor, ignoring her plan.

Song Er became quiet and stood beside her.

The floors of the elevator were jumping, one by one going up. Song Ye muttered "Slowly, slower, slower" silently in her heart. She wanted to stay with the professor a little longer.

But the elevator still arrived.

Song Wei followed behind Pei Ji.

The mood gradually fell.

Pei Ji took the key and opened the door. She turned her back to Song Er, and had no intention of turning around to take a look at her.

Song Er was suddenly unsure.

The professor she thought was different to her. She knew the professor very well and seemed to be of no use at all. Because Pei Ji really didn't show the slightest intention to turn back.

Song Yi felt panic.

The sound of opening the door came, and the door was pushed open.

Pei Ji took a step inward, reached out and turned on the light. Thinking about how she had blocked the car door with her hand that day, she still didn't shut Song Wei directly outside the door, looked at her, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Song Wei shook his head and smiled hard. He wanted to tell the professor to go to bed earlier, but his eyes saw the scene inside the door. All her things in the house disappeared. She lived for several months and used to be her home. In the place, there is no trace of her.

Song Er's gaze condensed, as if he couldn't believe it, he walked forward two steps slowly, walked to the door, and looked inside.

There is indeed no more, no more.