Picking the stars - Chapter 81

Song Wei felt like a noisy bug flying into his ears, and there was a wave of dizziness and buzzing.

Pei Ji didn’t say anything again, only her breathing was on the other end of the phone. After two or three seconds, she hung up.

As if there was a piece of hard ice embedded in her chest, her heart was cold at first, and then it spread to her limbs and her limbs, and her fingertips were trembling with cold. Song Er held the phone tightly, as if about to crush it, her palms hurt, but she didn’t feel it.

The next moment, Song Wei suddenly woke up, she had the professor’s number.

She shakes her hands, presses to turn on the screen, finds the call log, and calls back.

With dry lips and tight throat, she waited, and soon picked it up over there.

Song Er asked: “Why?”

She knows that there are many variables in the separation of the two places, and she knows that it was originally her hand that she let go first. The professor had too many reasons to blame her, but she still wanted to ask why.

“I don’t have you in my heart.” Pei Ji said calmly.

This is the day of separation, what she said, I will wait for you to come back, then if you still have me in your heart, you will be together again.

She unilaterally decided, and even refused to listen to the professor’s willingness, so she imposed it on her.

Now, she said, she didn’t have her in her heart.

Song Wei’s eyes grew sore and asked, “When will you be back?”

Pei Ji’s tone did not change a bit, as if he was dealing with a stranger, and he was only willing to give the most basic courtesy: “It has nothing to do with you.”

He coldly separated from her, as if he didn’t want to have anything to do with her anymore.

Song Er suddenly felt wrong, the professor’s indifference, a little deliberate, like a forced alienation.

She had some flukes, but before she could think deeply, Pei Ji called her: “Song Er.”

The calm voice fell into Song Er’s ears, but it seemed that there were countless desires to talk about, and countless sorrows and weaknesses.

Song Er’s heart became sad, and she could barely breathe.

“Just as if we have never met. Don’t disturb me.” Pei Ji’s voice slowly lowered, and finally hung up.

She was no longer deliberately indifferent, but the feeling of powerlessness and exhaustion in her words clearly told Song Er that she didn’t want to quarrel with her anymore, she was tired and really didn’t want to continue.

After the phone was hung up for a long time, Song Er never recovered.

The pillar that had supported her for three years collapsed, and Song Er’s world fell apart.

She was ill. The disease came quickly and violently. The doctor could not find out the cause of her illness, so he could only push her to the weather and tell her to rest more.

There is no one else at home, only housekeeping, who cooks her three meals a day.

Song He lay on the bed, burning horribly, and the memory of being with Pei Ji was repeatedly remembered by her. In fact, it didn’t take long. From acquaintance to separation, it only took half a year. In fact, everything and every detail in the past three years and six months have been reminded of her many times.

No matter how she recalls, in the end, she will tell herself that when she comes, she will apologize to her, beg her for forgiveness, and tell her that nothing can be separated from them in the future.

But now, whether those memories are sweet or astringent, by now, they have all turned into sharp blades to oneself, and they have become the sentence in Pei Ji’s mouth, just as if we had never known each other.

She inevitably felt lonely, and then remembered that year, after she had an operation, she was lying on a narrow hospital bed with the professor. The professor said that before I met you, I never felt lonely. After meeting you, I often felt very lonely. She asked her suspiciously, why.

Now she also realized that this kind of loneliness, like bone gangrene, could not get rid of it.

When she recovered, it was winter, and the pedestrians on the road had put on thick winter clothes.

Song Wei returned to work, but she had no motivation to work hard anymore. Her life seemed to be a stagnant pool with no hope and no future.

She saved Pei Ji’s number in the address book, but she had no position to contact her.

Pei Ji only called her this time, and never looked for her again.

Song Er’s studio was mostly supported by her, but after she quit the circle, the focus of her management shifted. Song Er is cultivating new talents while looking for investment opportunities.

It’s harder than when I was an artist.

Seeing that she was busy, Song Jueming asked her to go home and help him. Anyway, they were all running the company, but the direction was different, and nothing else was different.

Song Er refused, she still wanted to stay here.

Fortunately, she has a good vision and started to cast a few movies, all with a small profit, which made the studio’s operation much smoother, and the newly signed newcomers soon emerged.

This spring, a director who had never heard of the name found Song Er with a script. He bumped into a wall many times, and Song Er was already his last hope.

He repeatedly emphasized that he has been thinking about this script for many years. Ten years of sharpening a sword, but also sharp in discomfort, it will definitely be valuable and profitable.

Song Er left the script, read it, and found that there were indeed bursts, but some lines were suppressed. The censorship became more and more stringent, and the movie was shot. Because the pressure was not enough, the investment was lost. In addition, the director was not well-known. In the past, he only directed some niche low-cost art films, which was too risky. Big. This is the reason why other companies rejected him.

Song Er thought for three days and decided to take a risk.

The greater the risk, the greater the return. This sentence was thoroughly reflected.

The movie exploded, and the box office reached dozens of times the cost.

The crew held a celebration banquet, and the director was successful. He kept toasting around at the banquet. Others didn’t drink much. He himself got drunk first and cried out how difficult the journey was.

Song Er also drank some wine, and returned home with a headache that was about to split. She couldn’t even spare the strength to wash, so she lay on the bed and fell asleep.

She had a dream. The dream was strange and strange. For a while, the director at the banquet was crying, and for a while, someone toasted her, complimenting her for her good vision and boldness.

Song Ye slept unsteadily. All night, his brows were locked tightly. Until the end of his dream, he suddenly calmed down and returned to Pei Ji’s house.

She lay on the sofa and fell asleep. When she woke up, she didn’t know whether it was bright or dark. She just took Pei Ji’s hand and said a lot to her, asking the professor if she would be annoying.

The professor said, no.

She let her hold her hand, she sat beside her, answering every question she asked, mostly in a simple sentence, but she said it very seriously, with Pei Ji, perhaps she didn’t even notice it. Sincere.

The picture in the dream is better than the dream. Song Wei woke up, it was still dark, only three o’clock in the morning.

She missed Pei Ji, thinking that every bone hurts.

She just got up and went to Pei Ji’s house.

The community in the early morning is quiet, and the cold of winter penetrates into the clothes, making people shiver with cold.

She stood upstairs, counting up one by one, until she reached the eighth floor. The window had been dark for four years, and she didn’t know when it would light up again.

It started to snow, and the snowflakes fell, falling on Song Er’s body, silently and softly.

Pei Ji sat in the car with his eyes closed.

During the four years she left, many things happened, and the assistant was talking to her enthusiastically.

Pei Ji was too annoyed, and had to open his eyes, the sky outside the car window was a bit bright, and his vision was gray.

“It’s snowing,” the assistant said suddenly and excitedly.

Pei Ji was taken aback for a moment, and sure enough, snowflakes were floating outside.

From the airport to the community, almost all the assistants are talking about such a long road.

He reluctantly said: “Professor, when you go back to your homeland and meet your deceased, you don’t have the slightest desire to express yourself. Would you like to talk about your thrilling research career in West Africa?”

He was chattering at first, and he stayed with the professor for a long time before he was infected by her and became silent. Now, the professor has been away for four years, and his chatter has revived.

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked back. Pei Jiyan said concisely: “No.”

The assistant did not speak for the rest of the way.

Song Wei returned to the car. She had to work tomorrow morning. Now she will go back, take a shower, and change her clothes, which is almost just right.

When she got in the car and drove to the gate of the community, there was a car from outside, which was stopped by the guard. The guard stood by the car door and said to the person in the car: “Please show me your ID.”

Song Eryuguang scanned his eyes and couldn’t see the people in the car. Only the guard took the register and handed it to the car. She didn’t care, the door lever lifted, and she drove the car out.

The guard saw Pei Ji in the back seat of the car. He still remembered her and exclaimed, “Professor Pei, you are back.”

The driver was not allowed to register information, so he quickly raised the doorpost and let them in.

They parked the car downstairs.

The snow is still falling, and it gets bigger and bigger. It seems that tomorrow, there will be snow.

The assistant carried the luggage upstairs for Pei Ji, entered the elevator, and conveyed to Pei Ji: “The dean has reserved a table, and I will pick you up tomorrow night. The address and time have been sent to your mobile phone.”

Pei Ji nodded and motioned to her to know.

The assistant escorted her to the door and left.

Pei Ji took the key from his pocket, opened the door and went in.

The house is dim. The gleam of gray light in the morning shines through the glass window, casting a dim light on the room, the scene inside is blurred, it is clear what it is, but the details just can’t be seen.

Here is what she looked like when she left four years ago. Nothing has been moved and no one has been here.

Pei Ji stood by the door for a while, closed the door with her backhand, and she left the suitcase by the door, fetched water, wetted the towel, and started cleaning.

No one was inhabited for four years, and dust accumulated on the furniture on the floor.

Pei Ji had been on the plane for so long, but she didn’t seem to be tired at all. It took her two hours to carefully clean the corners of the house, wipe off all the dust, and the furniture was spotless.

By the chair under the window, the guitar has been left in that place and hasn’t been moved.

She walked hurriedly, and Song Er’s things are still here. After cleaning, there are traces of Song Er left everywhere. Here again, it seems to have changed back to the home where she was four years ago, the home where her soul was found.

Pei Ji stood alone in the living room. She stood for a long time. Finally, she found two boxes and packed all these things that did not belong to her.

The house was suddenly empty.

She slept in bed.

Her sleep was terrible, intermittently, tossing about in bed. This bed is too big, and Pei Ji is tightly wrapped in the quilt, so he can’t sleep peacefully.

When she woke up with a splitting headache, she swallowed a painkiller, but there was no relief. In the past few years, too many painkillers have been swallowed, and the body has developed drug resistance.

She could only endure and endure the violent pain. Until the pain was not so unbearable, she got up, looked at the time, and worked in the study. She didn’t change clothes and went out until it was close to dinner.

The hotel is not far from home, the dean generously returned and booked a five-star banquet hall.

Song Wei has dinner tonight. The director of the previous film wanted to match up with a friend, so he booked a table. They are all acquaintances, and they cooperated happily. So Song Wei was not easy to push, so he came.

She walked in and saw another entrance of the hotel door. A tall and thin person walked in. She was too thin, like a green bamboo, and her eyebrows seemed much more frown, even if she stretched out at this time. Both her eyebrows seemed to have a lingering scar, as if she had never been open for a moment, as if she was telling the person who once brought her warmth, taught her love and miss, and gave her a family. Four years after leaving her cruelly .

Song Wei stood by the door, stunned, as if something buzzed in her mind, she stared at the person in front of her, and said dumbfounded: “Professor.”

When Pei Ji stepped in first, she didn’t see her, just heard this sound, she subconsciously stopped and looked back.

The two looked at each other.