I almost touched the moon

Qiu Xuanyan looked at Lu Mingqian's receding back, but she did not feel as angry as she had imagined. Instead, she suddenly became very sad.

She thought of the words "You are not from the same world" that she often said when she persuaded Wen Song to give up Skyline. She never expected that one day someone would reject her with this sentence. It was really ridiculous.

She picked up the plate and threw it into the recycling area. She didn't return to the rink, but left. The cold wind outside made the sadness and helplessness in her heart burst out instantly. She was already in tears.

Back in the car, she called Wen Song first, but no one answered. She then called Zhang Yue. The prelude ringing lasted for a long time before she finally picked up the phone.

"What are you and Wen Song doing? One call didn't go through and it took half a day to answer."

When Zhang Yue heard her tone, he knew that she must have been frustrated by Lu Mingqian, and said lazily, "Song Song is still asleep, I'm doing my manicure. Hey, beauty, this diamond is a little crooked."

"Never mind your drill!" Qiu Xuanyan said unhappily, "Are you at Wen Song's place? Meet at her house in an hour, go wake her up! She's still sleeping at this hour, isn't she jet lagged?"

"She's taking a nap." Zhang Yue also yawned, "I'm a little sleepy too. One hour? I can't finish my manicure in one hour."

"Don't do it if you can't finish it!" Qiu Xuanyan was speechless with these two people, "Remember to wake up Wen Song. She is still taking a nap at this time. She is like a pig. Can Cheng Che control her?"

Zhang Yue smiled and said, "You can't even control her, and you still count on her little puppy. Come back soon, come back for barbecue, what's so good about Yangchun noodles."

An hour later, they sat together in the living room of Cheng Che's house, with a lot of barbecue and wine on the coffee table.

Qiu Xuanyan took out Cheng Che's meal card and handed it to Wen Song, saying, "Please return it to Cheng Che for me. I won't need it in the future. Remember to thank him for me."

Wen Song still looked sleepy. Seeing Qiu Xuanyan's tear-stained face, he shook his head and sighed, "See, being in love is not good. What happened?"

Then he threw her a cigarette and said, "Smoking is most useful when you are in a bad mood. How about we go skiing tomorrow? I used to go skiing when I was in a bad mood."

"Yes, yes, skiing is good." Zhang Yue agreed, "Maybe you can also pick up a prince with a broken leg."

"It's not a broken leg!" Wen Song glared at Zhang Yue and corrected him, "It's a fractured bone! A fractured bone is not a broken leg! Don't curse our puppy!"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong." Zhang Yue stroked Wen Song's head and smoothed her fur, "Don't be angry, Xiao Songsong."

Qiu Xuanyan was too lazy to pay attention to their bickering and lit the cigarette that Wen Song handed to her. Because it was her first time smoking and she was not used to it, she started coughing violently, but she quickly got used to the minty smell of tobacco.

She took a sip of wine and repeated what Lu Mingqian had said to her.

"Crazy", "idiot".

After she finished speaking, Wen Song and Zhang Yue made no secret of their contempt for Lu Mingqian. "He is playing both sides. On the one hand, he accepts the endorsement of your company, and on the other hand, he wants you to keep your distance from him. He doesn't even think about why you have to choose him, the eternal runner-up, among so many athletes."

"That's right." Wen Song also agreed, "I told you a long time ago, don't get along with highly sensitive people who are introverted. It's really tiring. My head hurts just listening to this. If Cheng Che dares to say so much nonsense to me, I will punch him directly."

"And how could the national team's income be so low? He must have lied to you." Zhang Yue was a little skeptical of Lu Mingqian's words and asked Wen Song, "Is it so low?"

Wen Song shook his head and said, "I don't know, but it's definitely not much. Cheng Che seems to have finished first and fourth in the entire World Cup season. The official bonus and sponsor bonus added together only seem to be more than 50,000 Swiss francs, which is not enough to buy him two suits."

"It's quite a lot." Zhang Yue said silently, "It's not that the salary is low, but his suit is too expensive! So, Mr. Qiu, how can it be 8500 a month? If it's 8500 a month, he might as well come to our factory to tighten screws. He lied to you, he just doesn't like you, and he just made up a reason to put you off. Or he said this on purpose to get you to increase his endorsement fee."

Qiu Xuanyan said, "It's impossible. He is not that kind of person. And his financial situation seems to be really difficult."

"Then let him suffer." Wen Song said unhappily, "What does it have to do with you? The athletes in the national team won't really have financial problems. If you want to alleviate poverty so much, you can donate money to the children in Syria. They will definitely be grateful and say to you,

'thank you Auntie Kelsey, you are our Virgin Mary, you saved us'

"That's right, you can donate schools and roads to poor mountainous areas." Zhang Yue also said, "What is this called? Targeted poverty alleviation."

Qiu Xuanyan glared at them unhappily and said with some dissatisfaction, "Can you two have a little empathy and think about it from Lu Mingqian's perspective? It's not easy for him. Don't say such things. It's really unpleasant to hear."

"What is empathy? Why should I consider things from his perspective? What does he have to do with me?" Wen Song said disapprovingly while eating grilled squid.

Zhang Yue also said to Qiu Xuanyan: "You are so compassionate, but you are fooled by him. I don't believe that he only makes 8500 a month. He is just deceiving you to gain your sympathy."

"It's really not high." Qiu Xuanyan said, "I asked their leaders before, and it seems that the basic salary is quite low. If you don't believe me, ask Song Song to ask Cheng Che."

"Ah?" Wen Songjian was stunned for a moment when he suddenly mentioned her, "I don't know how much his salary is either."

"You ask him." Zhang Yue was very curious. "It's definitely impossible to be 8500. Do you want to bet, Mr. Qiu? Just bet on 8500."

"Ok." Qiu Xuanyan said, "Songsong, please ask for me."

Wen Song quickly called Cheng Che and asked him directly, "Ah Che, how much is your monthly salary?"

"Salary?" Cheng Che was obviously stunned for a moment. "What salary? The one from my dad? The one he gave me is a dividend. I don't know exactly how much it is. How about I ask the finance department to transfer the money directly to your card next time?"

"Transfer it to my card." After hearing this, Zhang Yue half-jokingly spoke to Wen Song through lip language.

"No!" Wen Song said quickly, "It's your salary in the national team." He explained that this was because Lu Mingqian and Qiu Xuanyan said that their income was very low, but Zhang Yue didn't believe it, so he asked her to ask Cheng Che to confirm.

"The salary of the national team..." Cheng Che thought for a moment and said with a smile, "I don't know either. Maybe? I don't know the details either."

"Mr. Cheng, you don't even know your own salary?" Zhang Yue was a little speechless and a little impressed. "Mr. Cheng, you are awesome. What do you call this? Winning glory for the country at your own expense? That's great."

"No." Cheng Che laughed and explained, "I've been abroad the whole time, so I won't read these. If you want to know, I'll look for it. I think they sent me an email."

After a while, Cheng Che must have found the email and said to Wen Song, "Last month's email has been sent. Let me take a look. The basic salary is 6500, the competition allowance is 2000, and the training allowance is , a total of ."

"That much?" Wen Song was extremely surprised. "This is too little... The salary of PhDs in our school is higher than this."

"Yes, I'm very poor." Cheng Che pretended to be pitiful and said to her coquettishly, "What should I do? Sister, you won't dislike me, right? You can't abandon me."

"I won't dislike you." Wen Song coaxed him with a smile, "I will support you."

"How can I let my wife support me?" Cheng Che smiled and said gently, "I can only participate in more competitions. If I win a gold medal, I can take my baby on vacation."

"That's enough!" Zhang Yue couldn't bear to hear it anymore and stopped them, "Do you two have any conscience? Our CEO Qiu is heartbroken over a breakup, and you're calling him darling here."

"I'm sorry." Cheng Che smiled and said, "After the competition in a few days, I will treat Mr. Qiu and Miss Zhang to dinner."

"Okay." Zhang Yue said, "Then I won't be polite. By the way, Mr. Cheng, you are both on the national team, why is your basic salary so much higher than Lu Mingqian's?"

"Because the basic salary is paid by the provincial team, there will be a difference, but it shouldn't be much lower than ours. To be honest, I'm not sure. Has your problem been solved now?" Cheng Che explained again.

"I understand. Thank you, Mr. Cheng. Good luck in the World Championships." Qiu Xuanyan thanked Cheng Che politely.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yue silently transferred 8500 yuan to Qiu Xuanyan, and sighed softly, "It seems that he really didn't lie to you. This amount of money is too little."

"Yes." Wen Song nodded, "Cheng Che really does this completely out of love, and he can afford all the training expenses himself."

Qiu Xuanyan also transferred several thousand yuan to Wen Song and said to her: "Please give the meal money plus interest to Cheng Che for me."

"No! You're crazy." Wen Song immediately returned it to her.

"Take it." Qiu Xuanyan said half-jokingly, "It's only 20,000 a month. How can I let him treat me to a meal?"

"Don't be ridiculous." Wen Song rolled his eyes. "He doesn't need that little salary. Don't be crazy."

In the early morning, Wen Song and Zhang Yue fell asleep due to drunkenness. Qiu Xuanyan didn't drink much and sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the night view of downtown Beijing.

It was already four o'clock in the morning, but the streets were still busy with traffic and countless lights decorated the capital.

She thought of Lu Mingqian's words, "Because I want to save money to buy a house for my grandparents." He is indeed a very hardworking and ambitious person, but perhaps as Wen Song and Zhang Yue, and Lu Mingqian himself said, they are not from the same world.

Cheng Che didn't care about the 20,000 yuan salary a month, and he didn't even know how much he earned. But for Lu Mingqian, it was the foundation of his survival.

She took the cigarette box that Wen Song had placed on the coffee table, took out a cigarette and quietly lit it, then took a puff but did not smoke, letting the flames consume the cigarette stick bit by bit until it went out.

She could naturally feel that Wen Song and Zhang Yue looked down on Lu Mingqian, but what was Lu Mingqian's fault? His sensitivity and high internal friction were just because he was not so lucky.

If he could easily own a luxury house in the center of Beijing like Cheng Che and Pei Shuyang, he certainly wouldn't waste his energy on it.

Thinking this way, she knew it was difficult, but she didn't want to give up. She could understand Lu Mingqian's difficulties, and she was confident that she could get into his heart.