I almost touched the moon

White plum blossoms were in full bloom at the foot of the cemetery. When Wen Songfang got out of the car, he smelled the refreshing floral fragrance.

This place faces the West Lake, backed by mountains, and has a large plum forest. If Cheng Che hadn't told her that this was a private cemetery, she would have thought it was a holiday villa.

After walking for more than twenty minutes, they arrived at Xie Huiyin's grave. Cheng Che placed two bouquets of camellia in front of the tombstone, lit three incense sticks, and bowed three times to the tombstone.

Wen Song also followed his example and lit the incense. When he was about to blow it out, Cheng Che whispered to remind him, "Sister, you can't blow the incense with your mouth."

Wen Song immediately said "I'm sorry", put out the fire, bowed three times to the tombstone and said, "Auntie, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Cheng Che put his arm around her shoulders and said with a smile, "Mom won't blame you. She can't wait to see you happy."

Cheng Che continued to hold Wen Song's shoulders and said to the tombstone: "Mom, this is Song Song. She came back specially to see you. She is very beautiful, isn't she? She is very, very good and perfect. Mom, I love her very much."

"Hello, Auntie." Wen Song also bowed to the tombstone and said, "I am Wen Song, A Che's girlfriend."

Cheng Che added: "Songsong is very good to me, Mom, don't worry, I won't let her down."

Wen Song's eyes moistened after hearing his words. She wanted to speak, but she didn't know what to say... After a long silence, she said, "Auntie, don't worry. Ah Che and I will be together well."

Wen Song looked at the black and white photo on the tombstone. The woman in the photo was thin but beautiful, but her eyes were empty and her expression was sad. There was almost no similarity between her and the photo she saw in Cheng Che's wallet, except for the same facial features.

Such a bright and confident woman has now become a handful of yellow earth in a small cemetery of China. She suddenly felt sad and sighed with some regret.

There were seven big characters written on the tombstone: "Tomb of my beloved wife Xie Huiyin". Wen Song thought of what Cheng Bowen did when his wife was seriously ill. Looking at the words "beloved wife" on the tombstone, he felt ironic.

Cheng Che placed the tributes one by one, and Wen Song hurried forward to help him. He found that they were many desserts, not only traditional cakes such as lotus cakes, rice cakes, and green rice balls, but also macarons and tiramisu.

"My mother likes sweets very much." Cheng Che said, and couldn't help but smile, "Just like you."

"Then next time you come, bring mom the Madeleines and kohlrabi that I made. Do you like kohlrabi?" Wen Song asked.

Cheng Che noticed that she said "Mom", not "Auntie" or "Your Mom". He curled his lips, touched Wen Song's head and said, "Of course, as long as it's made by you, she will definitely like it."

When he got closer, he found that there was a thin layer of dust on the tombstone. Cheng Che wanted to wipe it, but found that he didn't bring a handkerchief.

Wen Song took off the silk scarf from around his neck and handed it to him, saying, "Use this if you don't mind."

"Not good." Cheng Che lowered his head and said three words a little embarrassedly, "Not auspicious."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Wen Song frowned and said unhappily, "A Che, what are you thinking about?"

After that, she picked up the silk scarf and wiped the dust off the tombstone carefully, saying as she wiped: "Auntie, Ah Che is like this, very sensitive, I don't know what he is thinking about all day. Auntie, if you have time, please help me scold him, it's really annoying."

Seeing her kneeling on one knee and carefully wiping the tombstone with a silk scarf, Cheng Che couldn't help but squat down and hug her, saying softly: "Thank you..."

"Let me go." Wen Song pushed him away a little, and then said, "Auntie, please help me take care of him. A Che is really too clingy."

"My mother can't control me." Cheng Che took the scarf from her hand, told her that the ground was cold, helped her up, patted the dust off her knees and said, "Only you can control me."

While wiping the tombstone, Cheng Che said to Wen Song, "In the first few years after my mother passed away, many people came to see her. When she was in college, she had many suitors. Even after she passed away, there were always people who came to pay tribute to her. My father, and my grandparents, also came.

After two or three years, they rarely come. My grandmother used to come every year, but after I went to England, her health was not good, so she stopped coming. Only my grandparents and I would visit her every New Year and on the anniversary of her death. Three years ago, my grandparents and my uncle immigrated to Canada, so now, it’s just me.”

"When is my mother's death anniversary?" Wen Song walked to Cheng Che, squatted down and asked.

"May 8th."

August 8th…No wonder Cheng Che said that he had to return to China in mid-August every year, and no wonder he was so sad and tired when he returned to Zurich.

"From now on, I will accompany you every year. We will visit mom together on New Year's Day and her death anniversary, okay?" Wen Song looked at him, his expression still indifferent, but his eyes and tone were exceptionally gentle.

"Okay." Cheng Che helped her stand up and kissed her on the forehead. "Thank you, BB."

When leaving, Cheng Che looked at the dusty silk scarf and said apologetically, "Throw it away. I'll buy you a new one."

"No." Wen Song snatched the scarf from his hand and said with a smile, "This is a limited edition and it's out of stock now. Who told you not to bring a handkerchief? I'll punish you. Help me wash it."

"Okay." Cheng Che also smiled, "I will definitely help you wash it clean."

As we were going down the mountain, we saw the West Lake just after the rain. The warm winter sun shone through the clouds onto the lake, adding a layer of light to the misty lake view.

"When I was a kid, I saw West Lake every day, but I never thought it was anything special. At that time, when friends from other places said they wanted to go to West Lake, I was speechless. What was there to do in West Lake? But after living in Europe for so many years, I think it is really beautiful when I see it occasionally."

Wen Song recalled his childhood when he was young. "When we were little, Xuanyan and I loved walking our dogs by the lake. One time, her dog Candy broke free from the leash and fell into the lake. Fortunately, she was rescued by a patrolling policeman."

"Me too." Cheng Che also laughed, "I have never been to Leifeng Pagoda or Huagang Fish Watching Garden."

"I haven't been there either." Wen Song said, "The last time I went boating in West Lake was about four years ago. A friend came to Hangzhou and insisted that I go with him."

"How about we go boating in West Lake now?" Cheng Che suggested.

"No." Wen Song shuddered and said, "I'm freezing to death."

"Then let's go to the movies?"

"Neither. There are too many people, and the air in the cinema is not circulating. Let's watch it at home."

"I want to go out with you. Let's go shopping. How about I pay for it?"

"No." Wen Song shook his head again, "If you want to go shopping, you can ask SA to bring new products to your home to choose from. Why go out if you can do it at home?"

Cheng Che looked at her speechlessly, took her arm and said, "Baby, I want to go on a date with you. I don't want to stay at home every day. Then let's go to Disneyland? Don't you like CookieAnn? Let's go see your good friend."

"No, it's too cold." Wen Song shook his head again.

“Go to Hong Kong Disneyland.”

"There are so many people, I don't want to go."

"How about going skiing?"

"Where are the good ski resorts near Hangzhou?" Wen Song refused again. "Wouldn't it be better to go skiing in Munich or Zurich?"

"Then let's go back to Munich." Cheng Che knew that it would be harder than climbing to the sky to get Wen Song to go out in China, so he half-jokingly said, "Let's go back tomorrow."

"Okay." Wen Song agreed quickly, "Then I'll buy a plane ticket now."

"Wait a minute..." Wen Song had just selected two tickets from Shanghai to Munich on the app when he regretted it. He exited the payment page and said to Cheng Che, "I suddenly want to go to Guangzhou."

"Going to Guangzhou?" Although Cheng Che was puzzled, he immediately agreed when he thought that she had finally mentioned a place, "Okay, why are we going to Guangzhou?"

"I want to eat at Lei Garden and Zhezhe Pot, and I also want to go to Shunde to eat porridge-based hotpot and sauna chicken. And the weather in Guangzhou is very good at this time."

"Go ahead." Cheng Che said, "I'll buy the plane ticket."