Picking the stars

Pei Ji decided not to care about it. He woke up the next day and said awkwardly to Song Wei.

Song Er was surprised, and immediately replied: "Good morning."

Pei Ji's eyes were very narrow, and he didn't look directly at Song Er, but it was not because of resistance, but just embarrassment.

Song Er washes up first, and breakfast has been delivered. She specializes in cooking, and delivers three meals a day at regular intervals, just like ordering a takeaway, except that her takeaway is a supplementary meal specially formulated by a nutritionist.

When Pei Ji came out, his temples and forehead were wet. He washed his face and didn't dry it. Her complexion is sickly, and a closer look will reveal that she has lost a lot of weight in the past few days.

Song Ye was very sad when he saw it, and pushed the tissue towards her, motioning to her: "wipe her hair."

Pei Ji took a paper towel and wiped it. After wiping, he remembered to answer and said, "Okay."

The delay in her answer was too serious, which caused Song Wei to be slow for several beats before she realized what she was doing.

After breakfast, Song Er went back to the bedroom to make the bed, only to find that the reclining chair was missing. She looked around and couldn't find it.

It was put away by Pei Ji.

Song Er suddenly realized that this was a signal to beg her for peace.

She walked out of the room, found Pei Ji, and wanted to confirm with her.

Pei Ji has been ill for a long time. He hasn’t touched work for a long time. Now the fever is gone, and there is no need to go to the hospital. She can’t wait to take out her laptop, stay in the study, and cook a cup for herself. coffee.

The mellow aroma of coffee permeated the entire study.

When Song Er came over, she saw her holding a coffee cup to drink. Song Wei forgot what he wanted to confirm with Pei Ji, and walked over and said, "You can't drink."

Pei Ji’s sleep was so poor that she could sleep less than four hours a night, and she always had a headache. The doctor had told her that she should not touch foods that uplifted her spirits. Song Wei looked at her resolutely and took the coffee cup in her hand.

Pei Ji was empty in his hands and did not fight, but just argued for himself: "If I don't drink, I will smell it."

She doesn't have caffeine on her head, but she will miss it if she doesn't touch it for a long time.

Song Wei nodded, but couldn't help but guess that the professor said that when he was caught. If he was not caught, he might secretly finish the coffee, wash the cup, and open the window to loosen the taste. What should I do? It didn't happen.

The coffee in his hand was still hot, and the temperature across the wall of the cup was also very high. Song Er was originally holding it, but felt it was hot, so he lowered his head and put the cup on the table. There was a coaster on the table.

"Song Er." Pei Ji suddenly called her name.

Song Er raised his head, met her eyes, and missed a beat inexplicably in his heartbeat.

Pei Ji was silent for a while before asking very solemnly, "Shall we reconcile?"

Song Wei didn't expect that she would say it. She thought that the professor had released a signal of peace to her, and most of it would make her feel it in getting along, rather than express it directly. After all, she has always been good at doing more than talking.

She did not answer immediately, asking Pei Ji to reflect on whether she was not sincere enough, so she said more sincerely: "I don't blame you, and you forgive me for being bad to you during this time, okay?"

This time, Song Er answered without hesitation: "Okay!"

Pei Ji smiled, his smile was a little shy, but he was indeed happy.

Song Wei was also very happy, she had no hope, she just wanted to be nice to Pei Ji, but she was hit by surprise. They looked at each other stupidly for a while, Pei Ji was embarrassed to see, reached out to touch the mouse, and turned his gaze to the computer screen.

Song Er had no real feelings, and always felt so suddenly, she asked: "Do you really forgive me?"

Pei Ji immediately said: "Yeah."

She decided not to get angry with Song Er, so she really didn't care about it. Pei Ji has some axis, but she has a big advantage. If she decides to let go, she won't go to the old account again, nor will she speak ambiguously, let Song Wei guess, she will tell her with certainty that it has passed.

We are together.

Song Er only felt a huge joy in her heart, making her want to laugh and jump on the spot, but in order to be more reserved, she just said: "Then can I work with you?"

Pei Ji said, "Of course."

Song Er went to get her computer. Pei Ji has been ill for half a month, and the Spring Festival holiday is over long ago. Song Er took a long vacation in the studio, but she still has to make important decisions, and she has a lot of things to do every day.

When she came back, Pei Ji sorted out half of the desk and placed Song Er opposite her, a large spacious area for her use.

They stay together.

Song Yi couldn’t calm her joy. She couldn’t concentrate. She kept looking away from the computer to look at Pei Ji. Pei Ji was more serious than her, focusing on her work, but occasionally she raised her head and talked to her. Eyes meet.

She is somewhat unable to adapt to the current state. She is always slower to accept changes, but she is willing to accept such changes.

After half a day, near noon, Song Er's joy was slightly calmed down, but her heart gradually became sore. She knew the professor's persistence, she seemed to be guarding the bottom line, insisting on wanting a guarantee from her.

She wanted to be with the professor, but she couldn't guarantee it, because she couldn't lie to her, and she couldn't be sure what she would do if something similar happened next time. She had no hope, Pei Ji gave in, broke the bottom line, and accepted her again.

Song Er suddenly thought that if something similar happened again, and she arranged for her to leave for the professor's safety and reputation, the professor would be more disappointed and regret today's decision.

The coffee on the table was cold, and Song Er drank half a cup, and the aroma of coffee in the air had long since dissipated.

Pei Ji stood up and said, "I want to go out."

Song Er stood up hurriedly. She didn't ask Pei Ji what to do. The professor went out for work. She walked to Pei Ji and asked, "Is you back for dinner?"

Pei Ji thought for a moment and replied: "Back."

Song Wei smiled, and Pei Ji curled his lower lip, and said, "I'll change my clothes."

Song Wei was worried that she would find it troublesome to wear one less, so he followed her to the bedroom to supervise her.

Pei Ji makes rational choices most of the time, especially, she cares about her health. But sometimes they make mistakes that children make. For example, she may feel that the dress is too thick and tight and uncomfortable, and she will be a little lucky. She finds all kinds of reasons that she thinks are reasonable to convince herself that she can wear less.

Pei Ji put on the sweater, then stood in front of the closet, hesitating. The weather today is good. There is no need for the sun to make the coat so thick, but the weather forecast says it will cool down later, but what if she can go home before it cools down?

She hesitated between two down jackets of different thicknesses, Song Er wrapped her waist from behind, and gently pressed her face to her back.

Pei Ji's sweater is very soft and does not pierce people. Song Wei sticks to her body, and can feel her warm body temperature through the sweater.

"Pei Ji." Song Wei called her softly.

This is the first time they have embraced each other so intimately in so long.

Pei Ji lowered his head and saw Song Wei's white hands folded on her lower abdomen. He probably felt her gaze. Song Wei crossed his arms and hugged her more tightly.

"Can't get sick," Song Er said.

Pei Ji's gaze fell on the thick down jacket, with some reluctance in his eyes.

"Pei Ji." Song Wei called her again.

She was contained in Song Er's arms, Pei Ji relaxed his body subconsciously, leaned back, and got closer to Song Er. Her hair was twined, revealing a smooth and slender neck.

Song Ye kissed her on the back of the neck, and Pei Ji felt like there was an electric current running through the place where Song Ye’s lips touched her heart.

Song Er let go.

Pei Ji looked back at her, Song Yi smiled gently: "Go, go home early."

Because of this kiss, because of this sentence, Pei Ji will be in a good mood for the next half day.

She went to the research institute and handled things as quickly as possible. She came out early and saw the flower shop on the way, so she walked in.

Today is a different day, and she thinks it is necessary to bring a gift to Song Er.

The flowers in the flower shop are very beautiful and there are many types. They are trimmed and packaged in different shapes. Some are shy and cute, some are cold and arrogant. Pei Ji hesitated before the dazzling selection.

The clerk was on the side, did not make a sound, but looked at Pei Ji with a little excitement.

Pei Ji thought for a while, she was hesitating, she remembered that she had given Song Yuhua, and if she gave flowers again, would it be very old-fashioned.

Song Er would like new things, right?

Pei Ji became embarrassed, she stood up slightly, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a fancy thing passing by outside the store, she turned her head and glanced.

It's a hawker selling balloons, holding a lot of ropes in his hands. Each rope has a balloon at one end. Some are made of cartoon characters, and there are also beautiful circles.

Pei Ji looked at it for a moment and asked the clerk: "I want to buy a gift for my girlfriend. Do you think she would like flowers or balloons."

The clerk's eyes curled a little, and he answered as professionally as possible: "If you give a girlfriend, flowers are more expressive, and balloons are more like gifts to children."

After hearing this, Pei Ji was very moved. She felt that Song Er was her little cat and her little friend.

"But..." the clerk said with a smile, "What Professor Pei gives, I will like it."

It turned out to be a fan of Song Ye.

Pei Ji nodded to her and chased her out. The balloons cost three yuan each, and she bought three.

Pei Ji didn't recognize those cartoon characters, and there were no cartoons in her childhood. But guessing Song Er's preferences, she chose a blue Doraemon, a big yellow sponge, and a round rainbow-colored ordinary balloon.

Then I went back and picked a bunch of flowers before going home.

She believes that if the new ideas are not enough, then the number can be made up slightly.

As soon as Pei Ji left, Song Wei held two video conferences in a row. After the end, Shen Zhizhou called to tease her, and said without a word: "Pay attention to your body. Indulgence is not good."

Song Er was instantly defeated, blushing and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

Shen Zhizhou pretended to be surprised: "Don't you indulge yourself? Then Professor Pei is not good."

Song Wei couldn't stand someone slandering the professor, so he hung up angrily.

But after hanging up the phone, Shen Zhizhou's words came out again and echoed in her mind.

Probably no one would believe that she and the professor have not done the last step until now. But they just didn't get there.

Song Er was not in a hurry, but now she was a little anxious. She carried the water glass to the living room and sighed lightly.

There is still nothing of her in the living room, and she is still not used to Pei Ji's home without her breath. The two cardboard boxes are still in the corner. Song Er walked over and saw the corner of a record player exposed inside.

Song Er sighed to himself and smiled again. They are reconciled, and there will be no more pleasant things than this.

Song Wei stood by the cardboard box for a while, and was about to return to the study, when she suddenly realized one thing, she didn't have that little stuff.

Two cardboard boxes will definitely not fit.

She was stunned, suddenly realizing something, she looked at the bedroom she used to live in.

Song Er suddenly accelerated his heartbeat and walked over slowly. When she walked to the door, she took a deep breath and pressed the doorknob to open the door.

The scene in the bedroom appeared exactly as she had lived in it four years ago. Her objects were all in place, and a small pillow on the bed was leaning on the quilt obediently.

Song Wei walked in, saw her fragrance on the small table by the window, saw the book she was reading, saw the square blanket on the chair, and her clothes in the cabinet.

She suddenly realized that the professor had never really been cruel.

She is waiting for a guarantee from her, as long as she is willing to give it, she will ignore the predecessors.

Even now, she chooses to compromise and retreat, and no longer demand her guarantee, and actively show her okay and reconcile with her.

Song Wei was full of sadness. She walked to the bed and saw a small box next to her pillow. She was slightly startled, and a guess came out of her heart. Her heartbeat speeded up suddenly, and she bent over to pick up the small box, shaking her hands to open it, and inside was a ring.

"Song Ye." Pei Ji's voice sounded.

Song Wei turned his head and saw her standing by the door, holding flowers and holding balloons. Seeing her looking over, the corners of her lips were raised high, but the next second she saw the ring in her hand and Pei Ji’s smile Froze.

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I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming.

Tomorrow will also be updated at night.

Certainly not only rely on the professor to compromise, that is equivalent to the problem has not been resolved.

This article is about to end, I will discuss one thing with you. I originally said that the next article will write about special colors, but I have another brain hole. I want to put the special colors away. The special colors may also be enriched and changed in content.

Then, I wanted to write something else in the next article, so I changed the one I wanted to write directly on the special pre-collection.

I would be very annoyed if I was empty in advance. I actually want to change it on Bai Zhou. The stories in Bai Zhou are being written out one by one by me, but I am afraid that you will say that I lied to collect. Many, there is no such suspicion. (In the future, I will reopen the article when I write about the special color. The name of the article should not change. I like it very much)

I will post the new copy, please leave a collection, thank you!

You should like it. After all, your cuteness should be similar to mine. After all, you have been in a tacit understanding for so many years.

Advance collection: "You are in my dream"

Copywriting:

When Yan Miao met Ji Wanzhen that day, it was raining heavily, and the orange lights on the dim stairs, Ji Wanzhen's eyebrows and Ji Wanzhen's smiles, were like dreams separated by years, too beautiful.

Ji Wanzhen handed her the umbrella and said, "Child, come."

Yan Miao walked to her, took over the umbrella, and at the same time took over a young crush that started from this.

"That momentary excitement of my youth is an unforgettable obsession over the years.

You are in my dreams. "

University teacher & high school student.

Younger than 10 years old, he.

(The text and title may be adjusted)

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