I almost touched the moon

Looking down from the helicopter, all you can see are snow-covered hillsides and coniferous forests. Although it is April, the heart of the Colombian Mountains is still covered in white.

"Are you a couple here skiing?"

Similar scenes, similar words. When Cheng Che heard the guide's words, he smiled instantly, held Wen Song's hand tightly and said, "Yes, my girlfriend likes heliski."

Wen Song couldn't help but laugh, and when he turned to look at Cheng Che, his eyes were gentle.

She recalled their first meeting, also on a helicopter, when the paramedics asked them the same question, and she blurted out, "No." But she didn't expect that time had passed and they actually became lovers.

Soon the helicopter landed on the top of the mountain. The guide followed them down the plane and confirmed again, "Are you sure you don't need a guide? If not, you two need to sign a waiver."

Wen Song hesitated for a moment when he heard the guide's words. They didn't know the snow conditions in the wild, and Cheng Che was not good at cross-country skiing or alpine skiing. It seemed that it would be safer to have a guide...

While she was hesitating, Cheng Che said, "Thank you, we are sure we don't need it." After that, he immediately signed his name on the disclaimer.

Seeing that he signed without hesitation, Wen Song felt touched. Cheng Che had always been the most stable and cautious person. Now, not only did he accompany her to helicopter skiing, he even asked to go without a guide. He really had always been accommodating her lifestyle.

After the guide left, Wen Song said, "Actually, it's safer with a guide."

Cheng Che smiled after hearing her words, knelt on one knee on the ground to help her put on the skis, and said with a smile: "Sister, don't you dislike being with outsiders? Don't worry, I will protect you."

"But you've always been against me going skiing."

"Of course you can't go alone." Cheng Che adjusted the fixator and stood up, gently hugging her in his arms, "But it's okay if you come with me."

Wen Song looked at his serious expression, and suddenly smiled, raised his head and kissed his chin, "You told me before on the Zugspitze that you must not go skiing."

"I just hope that my sister will always be happy with me." He rubbed Wen Song's head and said to her, "Is the position of the fixator okay?"

Wen Song slid it twice, shook his head and said, "It's a bit loose."

Just as she was about to squat down to adjust, Cheng Che stopped her and explained, "The bindings for cross-country skiing can't be too tight, otherwise if you fall and can't get off the snowboard in time, it's easy to sprain your leg."

"Okay." Wen Song nodded, and naturally would not question Cheng Che's words.

Soon, Cheng Che also put on his skis, looked at the deep pink forest in front of him, turned his head and said to Wen Song, "Sister, don't ski too fast later. Slide along my snow marks and you won't hit the trees."

"I only hit the tree that one time!" Wen Song protested unconvinced, "Besides, this isn't a steep slope, so hitting a tree doesn't matter."

After saying this, without waiting for Cheng Che to reply, he immediately tapped the ground with his ski pole and slid down the slope very quickly.

Cheng Che knew that her desire to win had risen again, so he smiled helplessly and immediately sped up to catch up with her. After reaching her side, he slowed down and slid forward parallel to her.

"Don't worry about me." She turned to Cheng Che and said, "This speed is too slow for you, just skate by yourself."

"Who said that?" Cheng Che still did not speed up, but continued to accompany her side, "This speed is just right for me, sister is amazing, the carbine is very professional in the middle of the turn."

When Wen Song heard his words, she felt a little ashamed. Her skiing skills were indeed good compared to ordinary people, otherwise she would not dare to go skiing alone. But in front of Cheng Che, she really could not be called "awesome".

"Then I'll go first." Wen Song said with a smile, and once again used his ski pole to speed up. "If you can't keep up, ask the Olympic Committee to express the gold medal of next year's Winter Olympics to me."

"But I'm participating in Slopestyle!" Cheng Che laughed and shouted behind her, "Sister, I won't get the gold medal even if you win."

Skiing in the coniferous forest in the wild is a completely different feeling from skiing on the trails in the ski resort. Not only is the snow deeper and the drop is greater, but the terrain of the forest is also more challenging.

Although Wen Song has good skiing skills, he is not a professional skier after all. After a while, he felt sore in his legs and leaned against a tree to rest.

Seeing that she was tired, Cheng Che also stopped, took out the prepared water from his bag, unscrewed the cap and handed it to her.

Wen Song was already panting from exhaustion. When he looked up at Cheng Che, he found that he was still calm and composed. He sighed and said, "It's good to be young."

"Don't talk nonsense." Cheng Che gently wiped the sweat off her forehead and said with a smile, "Everyone is good at different things. If I were asked to write a paper, I would want to go to bed in less than an hour. When we were training to jump over the mushroom, it was much more tiring than this. Did you jump over the mushroom, sister?"

"Moguls?" Wen Song took a sip of water and nodded, "I tried it, but my legs were so sore the next day that I couldn't walk, so I gave up. Aren't you a Slopestyle? Why do you also practice moguls?"

"Because mushrooms are the best way to build leg strength."

Cheng Che explained: "Many Slopestyle athletes will also participate in the mushroom. My coach also suggested that I try it, but I didn't like it very much. And at that time you also told me to do what I want to do, so I chose ski cross."

"Then your national team should give me a bonus." Wen Song said half-jokingly, "I was the one who encouraged you to stick with skiing, and I was also the one who suggested you to do ski cross. If it weren't for me, how could they have won World Championship medals and World Cup gold medals? Maybe there won't even be anyone participating in the men's double board slopestyle at next Winter Olympics."

"Yes." Cheng Che agreed with her words, "Sister, what you said makes sense. I will help you apply when I get back. Or, I can ask them to give you my bonus directly."

Wen Song leaned his head on his shoulder and joked, "No need, there aren't many anyway, keep it for yourself."

"Oh, you despise me for being poor." Cheng Che held her in his arms and said pitifully, "What should I do? My wife despises me, so I'll sell myself to you. Anyway, you can't abandon me."

"You..." Wen Song turned his head, looked him up and down, nodded seriously and said, "Your face and figure, ummm, should be able to sell for a lot of money."

"No." Cheng Che lowered his head, pecked her lips, and bit them gently. "It belongs only to you. You can't resell it."

After resting for a while, they asked a helicopter to deliver lunch. After a simple meal at the top of the mountain, they slid slowly down the slope hand in hand. There was no skill involved and they didn't even use ski poles. They just chatted and strolled as if they were taking a walk.

"Why did my sister want to snowboard when she first went skiing with me?"

Cheng Che thought about the year they had known each other, and Wen Song not only did not show any interest in snowboarding, but even looked down on it, occasionally saying to him things like "I think snowboards are ugly and don't have the soul of skiing."

"I just wanted to give it a try. I found a coach before, but I couldn't learn it at all and fell badly."

But if you really want to learn, how could you not learn it? When she first learned skiing, she fell and got all kinds of bruises on her legs, and her feet were rubbed by the snowshoes, but she still insisted on going to class every week. Within a month, she advanced from the beginner ski slope to the intermediate and advanced ski slope.

The reason why I can’t learn it is simply because I don’t like it and therefore I don’t take it seriously at all.

"What about you?" Wen Song asked, "Why is our Ah Che so good at snowboarding?"

"Of course I will learn it." Cheng Che said with a smile, "But I don't really like snowboarding. I put it aside after playing with it a few times."

"Then why do you have two single boards at home..." Wen Song was puzzled, and suddenly thought of something, "You didn't buy them specially for me, did you?"

Cheng Che nodded and said, "Yes, I bought it for you that morning. Didn't you notice that your board is shorter than mine? Actually, mine is also new. I really don't like snowboarding at all, so I don't even have one at home."

After hearing what he said, Wen Song recalled that the single board prepared for her was indeed ten centimeters shorter than the one Cheng Che used, but she just thought it was Cheng Che's unused one and didn't think much about it.

So it turns out that he had done so much for her so long ago. He would buy her a new snowboard just because she casually said "I want to try snowboarding" and would do things he didn't like for her.

"A Che..." Wen Song slid two steps towards him, hugged his waist, raised his head and looked at him and said, "Don't do this in the future. Don't force yourself to do things you don't like for me."

"As long as it's for you, there's nothing I don't like." He couldn't see her eyes because he was wearing snow goggles, but he could imagine the emotion and affection she felt when she looked at him, so, what could he not do for her?

After sliding for a while, they reached the end of the hillside and a low cliff. They could either jump off directly or slide down the snow on the slope.

"Just jump over it." Cheng Che suggested, "It's very simple."

Wen Song glanced at him and said unhappily, "That's for you."

With her mediocre skills and lack of exercise, she probably fell to the ground after jumping up, and then was carried on a stretcher and rushed to the hospital by helicopter.

"Sister, do you believe me?" Cheng Che turned and looked at her with a confident smile.

"Of course I believe you." Wen Song also looked at him and smiled, wondering what he was going to do next.

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Che handed her his ski pole, picked her up sideways, and held her tightly in his arms with both hands.

"Ache, what do you want to do?"

Wen Song had already guessed his intention. Cheng Che had also carried her over the ski jump at the ski resort before, but that was the ski resort where he trained every day, while here was a wild cliff with a steeper slope and a greater drop.

Feeling Wen Song's nervousness, Cheng Che held her hand tighter, lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth. His voice was not loud, but very firm, "Sister, don't be afraid, I'm here, don't worry."

"Okay." She smiled and reached out to hug Cheng Che tightly. She was a person who advocated wildness and freedom, so how could she object?

Soon, Cheng Che accelerated uphill and hovered at the top of the cliff. The whistling sound of the wind in his ears was a completely different feeling from that of the ski jumping platform.

Wen Song pressed her whole body against Cheng Che's chest. At such a close distance, she could even hear his heartbeat in the wind. His heartbeat was very fast, so he must be a little scared.

But just like he said, with him here, there's nothing to worry about. After jumping off the cliff, it took only a dozen seconds for them to land steadily on the ground. Before landing, Cheng Che even held her in his arms and did a backflip in the air, landing steadily on the ground.

At that moment, he actually felt the joy of surviving a disaster. Wen Song hugged him tightly, smiling brightly, but with tears in his eyes.

"Is it fun?" Cheng Che looked at her smile, feeling extremely happy. The slight worry he had just felt when he jumped had long since disappeared.

"It's fun." Wen Song's lips curled up even higher, and he stood on tiptoe to kiss him, "You're right, with you here, I don't have to worry about anything."