Picking The Stars (MTL)

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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.