Picking the stars

Pei Ji stood up and walked behind Song Er. She was puzzled because she remembered that she had never mentioned alcohol allergy in her conversation with Song Er.

So how did Song Er know?

Song Er turned her back to her. She didn't hold a blind cane in her hand. In this room, she was already able to walk very skillfully.

The hand hanging by his side curled his fingers nervously. She closed her eyes, a little regretful and embarrassed, and hesitated how to talk to Pei Ji.

Pei Ji took a step closer to her, and Song Wei was behind her voice when she heard her, as if she was about to feel the breath of her body when he was so close. Pei Ji was very puzzled, but her words didn't mean to ask questions at all. She just gently expressed her suspicion: "How did you know?"

How did Song Er know?

Because she met Pei Ji at the dinner party.

It was in December of last year.

A music festival hosted by a satellite TV came to a successful conclusion, and the organizer held a celebration dinner in a private club. Song Ye won several heavyweight awards including the best female singer in that festival, and of course he was invited.

There were nearly a hundred people in the banquet hall, and the lights shone directly from the chandelier in the center, reflecting every man and woman in formal dresses and dinner makeup.

People carrying wine glasses, shuttled in the crowd, chatting and laughing everywhere, red wine and champagne exude the taste of alcohol, which can stimulate people's emotions most under the light.

Song Yu was a little tired that day. She rushed to the awards ceremony from the filming location of "Long Night". The director of Long Night, Jiang Cheng, was very strict. Every frame of the picture emphasizes excellence. She likes the tight atmosphere, the ambiguous affection, and the interweaving. Desire. Look into the human nature. Every expression and every look in a critical actor requires tension.

This is very difficult for Song Er, who is filming for the first time. She is under a lot of pressure, squeezing her potential and energy, pushing herself to the limit and forcing herself.

Song Wei had just shot a night scene, and he was too tired. Even Director Jiang rarely praised her for her talent and willingness to endure hardships. She must have her place in the movie circle, so she couldn't be happy.

Too tired, with a tense spirit, not to mention this kind of praise that sounds like a scene, even if she is insulted face to face, she may not have the strength to refute it.

But for this grand ceremony, she had to come. The weight of this award is not small, and it is not a small knockoff competition. She went to act in a movie, but her focus is still on music.

At the beginning of the dinner, the singers, guest hosts and sponsors of the sponsors were quite restrained, talking and dancing, all gentlemen and ladies. An hour later, the alcohol began to ferment. The lighting engineer in the club knew human nature. The lights dimmed unknowingly, and the music became chaotic. People's eyes were blurred, and the distance was getting closer and closer.

Song Wei has long been accustomed to this kind of drunken life, but she is too tired this day, and her temples on both sides have been aching all day.

She walked out of the banquet hall quietly, thinking of the balcony to breathe.

In the winter of December, the night is very heavy, probably because in the suburbs, the air is better and the stars can be seen in the sky.

There is only one, hanging high in the air, hundreds of millions of light-years away, far away, flashing and flashing, a little lonely, and so bright.

Song Wei was fascinated, but it didn't take long before he was frozen.

The outside garden was still covered with unresolved snow, and the temperature was about zero degrees. Song Er was still wearing a backless evening gown. After only a while, it was too cold to stay.

It's almost time, you can leave. Before leaving the venue, she planned to go back to the banquet hall to talk to the old musician who had just talked to, and exchange contact information by the way, so that she could cooperate next time.

She sent a text message to the driver and asked him to drive to the front of the clubhouse while walking towards the banquet hall.

When he grasped the door handle of the banquet hall door, Song Er somehow thought of the star that he had just seen, so far, so bright, twinkling lonely in the winter night sky.

She opened the door and went in, then she looked across the crowd and saw the man at a glance.

It's her, what a coincidence, I can meet this way. She thought about it lightly in her heart, and then walked in unconsciously, looking straight at the man.

She understood that she was in the wrong place. There was also a dinner party here. The people here were wearing formal evening dresses. Some were dancing with their partners on the dance floor, swaying their bodies relaxedly, and some were on the side with wine glasses and people. Laugh softly.

Quietly, the music is soft, as the night has just seen, with tenderness in the cold.

Song Er only looked at that person.

There is a long distance between them, and there are many people moving across them. But Song Er still only had that person in his eyes.

The person was not wearing an evening dress. She seemed to be brought here in a daze when she suddenly received the notice of the banquet from somewhere, and then before she could put on bright clothes.

She was wearing a long loose black sweater with long hair draped, and she stood quietly outside the dance floor by herself. Not aggressive, not sharp, and didn't want to express anything, just standing there, but it makes people unable to ignore it.

"Are you Xiaomei?" A voice rang in his ear.

Softly, with timidity, and unexpected surprises.

Song Wei was finally awakened. She turned her eyes away reluctantly, and looked to her side, and found that it was a girl in her twenties who was looking at her with her eyes wide open.

Song Er is very good at dealing with such situations. She smiled and nodded, and said embarrassedly: "It's me, I went to the wrong banquet hall."

The girl is obviously a fan of her, and her face flushed with excitement, and she barely suppressed her voice: "Ahhhhh, it's really you, I like you so much, I can sing your songs in every capital!"

Song Wei smiled and calmed her: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous."

The girl finally calmed down, but she was still excited when she spoke: "When will your next album come out, Xiaoyou? Is the film okay? Jiang Dao is so fierce, we are all worried about you. But Jiang Dao is very powerful. , You must cheer, and take care of yourself. We all support you, and we are all your strongest backing."

Like all fans who suddenly met idols, she was a little incoherent, as if she wanted to say everything in her heart.

Song Wei smiled as she listened to her, and she would answer a few more words. In the end, she seemed inadvertently and asked, "Are you celebrating here?"

The girl said a lot, felt complete, and calmed down a lot, and replied: "One of our professors was nominated for an international award." She was very considerate, knowing that Song Wei did not understand immunology, and I didn’t say the name of the award, but just told her, “That award is very powerful. It can be nominated for a lifetime. Then there happened to be a seminar in which many foreign immunologists came. I heard that In the future, I have to celebrate. The hospitality is difficult, so such a banquet was held. In fact, we are not quite used to it."

The girl smiled and put out her tongue.

Indeed, this dinner is very classic European style.

Song Wei turned his gaze to the man and asked, "That young man, who is she?"

The girl became excited again: "She is Professor Pei Ji, and she is the one who was nominated! She is the protagonist of the dinner! She is really young, only twenty-four. I am three years older than her. I just finished my Ph.D. I don’t understand what scientific research is. If it weren’t for my dad to receive the invitation and allow his family to bring along, I wouldn’t be able to come here.”

Song Yi thought, she turned out to be Pei Ji, and she turned out to be so good.

Girls are still chattering: "Unfortunately, my dad said that this award has never been awarded to such a young researcher. The probability of Professor Pei winning the award is infinitely close to zero. But even if he is not awarded, having such a nomination is enough to show off for many years. Up!"

Song Wei hardly heard what she was talking about. She saw a young man in a black dress and a delicate bow tie approaching Pei Ji with two glasses of wine. He handed one of them to Pei Ji.

Pei Ji said something, but did not answer. The man showed an apologetic expression and said something more.

Pei Ji shook her head, and she suddenly turned her head and looked over here.

Song Wei was standing in the small corner by the door. She was startled, but she didn't look away, holding her heart, waiting for Pei Ji to look at her, with some expectation.

But Pei Ji's gaze only swept across this side, and fell on someone on the other side of the dance floor without making any stops. She said something.

The man next to him immediately laughed, but Pei Ji always had a very calm expression, calm to a little indifferent.

Song Er's heartbeat is still a bit chaotic.

"Professor Pei is allergic to alcohol, she can't drink." The girl suddenly said.

Song Wei replied casually: "Really?" It seemed to respond casually, but he remembered Pei Ji's alcohol allergy in his heart.

When leaving the banquet hall she strayed into, Song Wei glanced at Pei Ji again, thinking that she was far away, but it made people want to get closer.

She forgot to find the old musician and went straight downstairs. The driver had parked the car in front of the gate of the clubhouse. She carried her skirt and carefully stepped down the steps. When she looked up, she saw the star in the sky.

Very bright and lonely.

Same as Pei Ji.

The driver got out of the car to open the door for her, she got in the car, the door was closed, the stars were out of sight, and Pei Ji also stayed at the dinner she strayed into, and couldn't see it.

Song Er seemed to have thought a lot, but he didn't seem to think about anything.

She slept well that night, the sudden pain in her temples didn't embarrass her any more, and her spirit was rare to relax, and she didn't think about how to act the movie.

After she fell asleep, the star in the sky fell into a dream and never left the whole night.

So a good night's sleep.

A few months later, Pei Yi stood in front of her and introduced herself to her with a smile: "Miss Song, hello, I will be responsible for your case. My name is Pei Yi."

She suddenly had a strong hunch, that Pei Yi and Pei Ji had something to do with each other, so she asked: "Officer Pei, do you know an immunologist named Pei Ji?"

Pei Ji didn't quite understand why Song Er didn't speak. How do you know that her alcohol allergy is a secret, can't you tell her?

Song Er can also say it straight, if it's a secret, she won't ask.

Pei Ji just wanted to say that if it is difficult to answer, he can not answer.

Song Er said, "I guess, do you think you are smart? I am also very smart and can reason."

Guess? Pei Ji was surprised and had some interest: "According to what clues?"

Song Wei turned around. She was facing Pei Ji. Those invisible eyes were clear and clear. The amber pupils were shallow and soft. She smiled and said, "I don't know, right? Still the most genius. Where’s your immunologist. Did you forget? Didn’t we go to Teacher Sun’s house for dinner together?"

The title of the most talented immunologist was casually given by Song Er.

Pei Ji froze for a moment, and seriously corrected: "I am not the most talented immunologist. There are many diligent and talented predecessors in the history of immunology, and I still have a lot to learn."

It's so boring, so boring.

"Oh." Song Yi said indifferently, following Pei Ji's appearance.

But as soon as she turned around, she laughed, thinking that the professor was very cute.

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