Picking the stars

The dumplings are raw and need to be cooked.

Pei Ji saw the red marks on Song Wei's hand drawn out by the plastic bag, and took the initiative to go to the kitchen, collect water, and burn it on the gas stove.

Song Wei was busy trying to stop her, Pei Ji looked at the boiling water in the pot and said, "You sit down first."

Song Ye didn't dare to insist, but he didn't sit down either, but stayed beside Pei Ji. She realized that the thing she had just lifted was too heavy, and the red marks on the palm of her hand were a little painful.

She put her hand behind her back and rubbed it quietly.

Pei Ji Yuguang saw it, but didn't expose her.

The dumplings are cooked quickly. The water boils a few times and add cold water a few times. Pei Ji caught two bowls, Song Wei watched from the side, and waited for it to be served. She changed Pei Ji's bowl in front of her and Pei Ji's for herself, and said, "I want this bowl. "

Pei Ji naturally followed her. She was so dizzy that she couldn't say a few words when she was weak.

For New Year's Eve, which should be lively and lively, the two of them are facing each other quietly, a bit deserted. Song Wei tried his best to find something to say, but after seeing Pei Ji’s complexion, he felt that he didn’t say anything. It’s best to ask the professor to fill his stomach with something, and then take medicine. It’s best to go to rest early. .

The dishes Song Er brought were all put into the plate from the heat preservation box. They looked like they were cooked at home, and they were still hot. Seeing that the two of them were speechless at the table, they were too quiet, so he took a green plant from the living room and put it on the dining table as an embellishment.

The dumplings have just come out of the pot and are very hot. Pei Ji blew cold and took a bite.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect or something else. I obviously didn’t have any appetite all day long. I didn’t have any appetite when cooking dumplings. But when I took the first bite, Pei Ji felt her stomach swell and she felt hungry .

Every time she scooped a new one, Song Wei would look over, but he didn't move his chopsticks much.

Until the fourth, Song Wei's eyes brightened, watching Pei Ji bite down, watching Pei Ji let go, watching Pei Ji pluck the dumpling fillings with chopsticks, revealing the silver coins inside.

"Happy New Year, everything goes well!" Song Wei said with a smile.

I wanted to eat dumplings wrapped in coins, which Pei Ji mentioned casually many years ago, but Song Wei kept thinking about it every year. Until this year, he finally fulfilled Pei Ji's small wish.

She started to prepare several days in advance, mainly because the coins had to be handled carefully. First, it is soaked for a long time for sterilization, then washed repeatedly with baking soda, table salt, and white vinegar, and then repeatedly washed with boiling water.

Pei Ji set aside the coin and looked at it for a while before saying, "Thank you."

She raised her head and looked at Song Ye. Song Ye looked at her softly. Pei Ji lowered his head in a hurry.

The whole bowl of dumplings was finished, the warmth spread from the stomach, and the body was baked lazily. It's just that the rest of the dishes can't be eaten. Song Er did not force her, and took the initiative to clean up the dishes.

Pei Ji walked to get the medicine and poured a glass of water.

Just after swallowing, Song Er's cell phone rang, and there was a video call from Xia Qing.

Song Er just washed his hands and came to answer.

She didn't go home this year, Xia Qing and Song Jueming felt that the two were too deserted during the New Year, so they simply invited relatives and friends to have a lively New Year party at home. In contrast, the lives of Song Er and Pei Ji are more like the lives of an empty nest old man.

Xia Qing smiled on the screen and asked if he had the New Year's Eve dinner? She also said that the house is very lively. She and Song Jueming had a good time and decided to do the same next year.

"Next year you will bring Xiao Ji home. It will be fun if there are too many people." Xia Qing said cheerfully.

Pei Ji was on the side, Song Wei felt tighter when he heard his mother say this. After all, they had nothing to do with him now, and she was afraid that Pei Ji would be disgusted.

Pei Ji didn't dislike it, but thought it was amazing.

The whole world thinks that they are still together well, blessing them, and even envy them that they can love each other so firmly, not afraid of rumors, and desperately.

But in fact, they separated long ago.

"Where is Xiao Ji? Where is Xiao Ji?" Xia Qing wanted to see Pei Ji.

Song Er refused to say: "She is busy."

Xia Qing frowned: "How can you sit and let her work alone, Xiaomei, you can't be so lazy, you have to help her."

The description in her mouth completely regarded Song Er and Pei Ji as a pair. Song Wei was by Pei Ji's side, and he didn't even dare to look at Pei Ji's expression, for fear of seeing boredom on her face.

She obviously broke up, but she never told her family that she wanted to be together with Pei Ji again.

Actually, it's nothing. After all, she has been pestering her for this, isn't it?

Song Er didn't think there was anything to cover up.

She was just a little embarrassed. After she showed her favor so many times and Pei Ji categorically refused so many times, then let Pei Ji hear her family treat them unilaterally as a couple. What would Pei Ji think?

On the one hand, Song Wei felt that she should be more calm. She was unilaterally begging. After the professor repeatedly refused, she still didn't give up. She was pestering her. Whatever the professor thought of her, she deserved it.

But on the other hand, she will still feel uncomfortable, will be embarrassed, will want to give herself a little dignity, will be afraid of seeing disgust in Pei Ji's eyes.

"Xiao Wei?" She didn't speak for a long time. Xia Qing noticed something was wrong and called her.

Seeing that Song Er was really embarrassed, Pei Ji took her mobile phone and wanted to make it through for her.

Song Er did not refuse, but looked at her nervously.

Pei Ji took a deep breath, wanted to act like a well-behaved junior, and said to Xia Qing with a smile, "Auntie, happy new year."

When Xia Qing saw her, she immediately forgot Song Wei, and said happily, "Happy new year, and happy new year for you."

Pei Ji is the favorite good boy in the eyes of elders like Xia Qing. He studies well, works hard, and is very reliable. He is usually gentle, very sensible, and doesn't need anyone to worry about.

If it’s a child from someone else’s family, Xia Qing’s boasting will be over, but now she thinks Pei Ji is already their family’s child. She loves the house and Wu, so she can’t help being extra tolerant and gentle. Seeing Pei Ji’s nervousness, she couldn’t help it. He teased her: "Why is it still called Auntie, I should change my name to Mom."

Pei Ji was stunned for a moment, and Song Wei was frightened, and he hurriedly picked up the phone and urged Xia Qing to play.

"It was shocked." Xia Qing rebuked dissatisfiedly, and was forcibly shut down by Song Wei.

Then there was the sudden silence.

There was embarrassment in the air.

Song Wei lowered his head, not daring to look at Pei Ji. Pei Ji is a bit slower, but thinks the word "mother" is very rusty. She read it silently in her heart, still feeling unfamiliar, but the word itself has a kind of cordial magic, even if it is unfamiliar, it still makes people feel soft, and makes people involuntarily put down all their precautions and want to get closer.

They have been quiet for too long, and the anxiety in the air is fermenting. Song Er finally plucked up the courage to look at Pei Ji, and said carefully, "Don't worry about what my mother said."

Pei Ji only realized what she meant by calling Xia Qing's mother. The tip of her heart trembled, and her feverish body seemed to become even hotter suddenly.

"I didn't tell them, we have..." Song Wei said apologetically, but didn't say those two words.

Pei Ji was very dizzy, and the breath between her mouth and nose was hot. She looked at Song Ye and looked at Song Ye apologetically. Song Er's eyes were full of depression, and Pei Ji's heart sank.

She should ask her to leave. Should calmly and decisively tell her not to come again, just like the previous few times. But it became more and more difficult for Pei Ji to say these decisive words.

She was silent all the time, and Song Er couldn't say more.

She wanted to ask if it would bother you or tell the people around us about our separation. But she was afraid that Pei Ji would say yes, but she was actually very reluctant to tell others.

She didn't want the relationship between her and the professor to be severed little by little. In the end, there really was no relationship at all. To the professor, she was just an ex who annoyed her and made her unwilling to look back.

Pei Ji sat very tired, and her head was dizzy, probably because of the sleep-helping ingredients in the medicine, her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Song Er's voice also became distant.

She tried her best to stay awake and said, "You go back."

Seeing that her face was not good, Song Wei subconsciously wanted to help her to rest. Pei Ji refused, pushed her hand away, and said again: "Go back."

After she finished speaking, she stood up, stopped looking at Song Er, and went back to the bedroom.

When she lay down on the bed, she was limp all over, and her whole body was scorching hot, as if roasting in a fire.

Song Wei walked to the bedroom door, through the hidden door, he saw Pei Ji wrapped in the quilt and his back turned to her.

She wanted to come in, but she didn't dare. After thinking about it for a while, she decided to listen to her, leave first, and come back tomorrow.

Tomorrow the professor should go to the hospital for another injection, and she can accompany her.

There was the sound of the door closing. Pei Ji's tight spirit relaxed. She didn't dare to let Song Wei stay, because she was afraid that if she burned too hard, she would not be able to distinguish between reality and imagination.

Eyelids were too heavy to open, Pei Ji relaxed his consciousness and wanted to sink himself into sleep, but his spirit seemed to be dangled by something, and he couldn't fall asleep.

Her consciousness was hazy and her head started to hurt.

I don't know how long it took, after all, the consciousness couldn't support the exhausted body, and he fell asleep.

She was floating and sinking in the half-dream and half-awake, as if she felt that she was with Song Er, and Song Er took her home.

When they arrived at a strange and kind house, Song Jueming and Xia Qing greeted them. She and Song Er held hands, called Song Jueming's father and Xia Qing's mother. They were very happy.

Pei Ji was held by Song Wei and brought into the house. Everything in the house was so warm. Song Jueming asked her if she was busy with work and what she was studying recently. She explained as much as possible with concepts that ordinary people can understand. Song Jueming blinked blankly, obviously not understanding, but still nodded like a father, with the solemnity of the elders, and said, "Well, yes, Xiao Ji wants to come on!"

She said, "Okay."

Xia Qing came over and told Song Jueming to shut up: "Don't talk about work during the break, Xiao Ji is tired enough."

She asked Pei Ji what he likes to eat, caring tenderly like a mother.

Pei Ji has not received normal family care, but she has never imagined what her ideal parents should be.

However, Song Jueming and Xia Qing made her feel that she wanted such a family, and she liked such a family.

She looked up for Song Wei, who was right in front of her, smiling at her.

At the moment when he saw Song Er's smile, the things that made Pei Jizeng's heart such as his parents and family suddenly became unimportant. She obsessively looked at Song Er's smile, followed by a smile, and called her: "Kitten."

Song Wei walked to her, Pei Ji wanted to say something, her forehead twitched so that she woke up. She opened her eyes, saw the empty bedroom, saw the ceiling hidden in the shadows, thinking about the dream just now, and wondering, how long has Song Er smiled?