Picking The Stars (MTL)

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Xia Qing's words made Song Wei a little embarrassed. She was about to interrupt when the phone rang.

This is her private account. She doesn't have many friends in the circle. After five months of rest, fewer people are looking for her. Song He tilted his head, his expression was a little questioning.

Xia Qing glanced at the notice. It was a WeChat message. She didn't click to open it, and handed it back to Song Er, saying, "WeChat."

Song Wei stretched out his hand, Xia Qing put the phone on her palm, and let her go when she held it firmly. The moment she let go, the phone rang again, and it was another WeChat.

Song Wei had nothing to hide from her mother, so she clicked on and read the screen. The electronic female voice read the WeChat content in a mechanical and emotional tone: "Say, pictures."

It was Pei Ji who sent a picture. Only her WeChat, because the system cannot read her WeChat name, it will read it, and then follow the content. Others said so and so, followed by content.

Song Er was thinking about what picture the professor had sent her, and the electronic female voice read out the next WeChat message: "Raspberry, from my mother."

Song Wei couldn't help but smile.

Seeing that she didn't evade her, Xia Qing naturally leaned forward to look and saw a picture of a small basket of raspberries sent by Pei Ji.

The raspberry basket is not big, about the size of a porcelain bowl for soup, made of bamboo, and a circle of branches with leaves wrapped around the handle of the basket.

The small raspberries are ripe, red, and very beautiful, neatly arranged in the basket.

It's just that the photographer's technique is not very good, he didn't pursue the shade of light and shadow, and didn't find any angle. He just contained the whole basket of raspberries in the photo and took it.

It was like that person, when he encountered a cute thing, he hurriedly took a picture of the moment and shared it with Song Er.

"It's not very indifferent." Xia Qing said with a smile, "Look, I will share life with you."

Most people do this to share happiness, but Song Wei knows that Pei Ji is not. Pei Ji just doesn't know what to do with this basket of raspberries, so he asks Song Yi for his opinion.

She told her mother: "She doesn't like uncooked food. She thinks the fruit is raw and tastes strange, so she doesn't want to touch it."

After she finished speaking, she smiled embarrassedly and said, "Isn't it weird?"

Although it was strange to say, Song Er didn't mean to dislike it at all, let alone think that the professor's little quirks were bad.

If she is facing others, she will not say this, and she will not share with others what the professor she knows is like.

but now

She felt it was a good opportunity to introduce Pei Ji to her family.

"Not surprising." Xia Qing said with a smile looking at her.

Although I can't see it, I can hear a gentle smile just from my mother's voice.

Song Wei blushed suddenly: "My eyes are too small." It seemed to be complaining about Pei Ji's slowness, and other little quirks, different from others, but her tone was full of pride, she She didn't mind that Pei Ji was different, but she was very proud that the person she liked was Pei Ji.

Xia Qing looked at her, and unconsciously remembered what happened when she was young. She only felt that the love of young people was so beautiful, and that a moment of enthusiasm could run through her life.