I almost touched the moon

At ten o'clock in the morning on January 1, Wen Song finally completed the social significance and economic significance parts of the research report. He only needed to write an ending and submit it to the International Astrophysical Union after checking and confirming that it was correct.

She stretched, yawned, opened her phone, and saw the WeChat message sent by Cheng Che.

[I was wrong the other day for not considering my sister. Please don't be angry, sister. Take good care of yourself when you are alone at home, eat well and sleep well, don't smoke too much, and don't drink too much iced Americano. I will be back as soon as I finish the competition. I love you.]

[Why are you ignoring me? I can’t get through on the phone. Is my sister still mad at me? I was really wrong. Please don’t ignore me. I will be very sad.]

She glanced at the sending time, which was 1 p.m. on January 26 and early morning on January 1.

However, because she had been working on her research report lately, she would sleep for two or three hours on the sofa in the study room every day when she was too sleepy to open her eyes, and she would only eat some biscuits and bread when she was extremely hungry. She turned off her phone and put it in the drawer because she was worried about being disturbed, so she never saw his message.

After two days and two nights of "seclusion", her mind was full of research reports, and she almost forgot that she had quarreled with Cheng Che a few days ago because she couldn't go to the United States. At that time, they seemed to have said some hurtful words.

Wen Song thought about this, sighed with some self-blame, and replied to Cheng Che: [It’s okay, SRY was busy with the report these days and didn’t check his phone. Good luck in the competition.]

However, she thought of Cheng Che's reluctant words to her at the airport before he left: "Sister, you must come. If you don't come, I will be very sad."

She still vaguely remembered Cheng Che's disappointed tone at the end of the phone call two days ago. Thinking of this, she didn't even have time to catch up on her sleep. She immediately opened the app and started searching for flights from Munich to Aspen, USA.

Fortunately, there was only one ticket left from Munich Airport to Los Angeles and then to Aspen two hours later. She didn't have time to think about it and bought the ticket immediately. She didn't even have time to pack her luggage. She just washed up and headed to the airport immediately.

Because he hadn't eaten much for several days, Wen Song felt unbearable stomach pain and even nausea after getting on the plane. He had acid reflux, and after vomiting, his stomach cramped even more and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

She had no choice but to ask the stewardess for a cup of hot tea. The stewardess noticed that she was holding her abdomen and looked pale, so she gave her a painkiller and said to her, "If you need any other help, please feel free to let me know."

Wen Song thanked the stewardess for her kindness, drank a sip of hot tea and took a painkiller. Although she still felt a little nauseous, at least the pain in her stomach was relieved a lot. She finally had the energy to turn on the computer and started writing the conclusion of the research report.

After more than an hour, Cheng Che should have woken up and replied to her WeChat, "Sister finally responded to me. I was so scared. I thought you didn't want me anymore. How's the report going? If you're done, go eat something and have a good sleep. I'm going to practice~"

Wen Song replied, [writing conclusion, almost done].

She gave up the idea of ​​telling Cheng Che that she had boarded the plane to the United States. She wondered with some amusement what kind of expression Cheng Che would have if he thought she would not come but saw her in the hotel. She was really looking forward to it.

Cheng Che also replied immediately, [Remember to eat, baby. Don’t go hungry. It’s bad for your stomach].

Wen Song had never thought that not eating on time was a big deal before, but after suffering from stomachache this time, he finally understood Cheng Che's good intentions. He secretly said to himself that he really couldn't stop eating when he was busy in the future, because his body couldn't bear it for a long time.

Another hour later, she finished writing the ending, checked it again, and sent a copy to Professor Ferrero and the International Astrophysical Union after confirming that there were no problems. However, because the Wi-Fi on the plane was unstable, it took four or five attempts to successfully send it. Fortunately, it was submitted before the deadline.

After doing all this, Wen Song felt that the remaining seven or eight hours of flight time were particularly unbearable. She couldn't even stretch her legs straight in her seat. She was so sleepy that her heart was pounding, but she couldn't fall asleep because she couldn't lie flat.

The turbid air in the cabin and the various body odors and perfumes mixed together made her feel even more nauseous. She was sitting by the window, and the two passengers next to her had already fallen asleep. It was inconvenient for her to get up and go to the bathroom, so she endured it.

She chewed a piece of gum, and the mint flavor finally eased the discomfort in her stomach. She sent a WeChat message to Wang Shuning, "Shuning, maybe you can give me Ah Che's hotel room number? I asked my American friend to send him something. Don't tell him. I want to give him a surprise."

She was worried that Wang Shuning would tell Cheng Che that she had concealed the fact that she was going to the United States. When she thought of Cheng Che's surprised expression when he saw her, even the discomfort of the long-distance flight was mostly dispelled.

Wang Shuning quickly sent her the name of the hotel and Cheng Che's room number, and said to her, "Okay sister, I will keep it a secret!"

Seven hours later, the plane landed at Los Angeles Airport. When she got off the plane, Wen Song felt sore all over, and her legs were swollen. She stretched her muscles, walked off the plane immediately, and jogged to another terminal for transfer.

When she sat in the terminal again, she felt exhausted. She took two bites of the hamburger she bought and threw it aside. She didn't even have the energy to eat. She just wanted to lie down and have a good sleep. However, she still had two hours to reach Aspen.

On the flight from Los Angeles to Aspen, she was so tired that she fell asleep as soon as she sat down without even adjusting the backrest. The roar of the plane was so loud, but she slept very deeply until the flight landed at Aspen Airport and the flight attendant woke her up.

It was already 10pm when we arrived in Aspen. The temperature in Aspen was below zero at night, and there was a little snow.

It was Wen Song’s first time to visit Aspen. The whole town was covered with snow in winter. Perhaps because it was a famous ski town in the United States, the scenery in the town was somewhat similar to that in Switzerland, which gave her a sense of familiarity.

She had no time to appreciate the night view of Aspen and immediately took a taxi to the hotel where Cheng Che was staying.

Wen Song gave the front desk staff a $100 tip and showed her passport, and successfully got the staff to take her to the door of Cheng Che's room without notifying Cheng Che.

She thanked the staff for their help, gave him another $100 to let him go, and rang the doorbell.

Cheng Che didn't seem to be in the house and didn't come to open the door. She glanced at the time. It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening. He should have finished training and returned to the hotel long ago.

She didn't give up and pressed the button a few more times. Finally, she heard footsteps coming from inside the house. She turned around mischievously and hid herself in the blind spot of the peephole.

Cheng Che must have looked through the peephole and didn't see anyone, so he asked, "Who's ringing the doorbell? Anyone outside?"

Wen Song didn't say anything. He waited for more than a minute and found that Cheng Che didn't open the door, so he rang the doorbell again.

This time she didn't do anything bad, and Cheng Che didn't let her wait any longer. He opened the door immediately. The moment he opened the door, he couldn't believe his eyes.

She was not dressed up, wearing only a white slim-fit sweater with a small V-neck, black trousers and boots, with a black down jacket draped over her elbows. She had no makeup on, wore framed glasses, and had a backpack slung over her right shoulder.

When he saw her, Cheng Che was so surprised that he didn't say a word and just stood there in a daze, not moving.

"Why, don't you welcome me?" Wen Song saw him, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said half-jokingly.

Wen Song also looked at him with a smile. He must have just taken a shower and was wearing a white bathrobe. When he saw her, his eyes lit up, his eye sockets were moist, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red, exactly as she had imagined.

Cheng Che finally reacted and whispered to her, "Sister, I am not dreaming."

"Ah Che..." She almost cried out after working on the research report for days without sleep, and the fatigue caused by the long-distance flight and jet lag, "I'm so hungry."