I almost touched the moon

When Wen Song got up in the afternoon and just came to the living room on the first floor, he saw Cheng Che sitting on the sofa, carefully examining the ski board he often used.

"What's wrong?" Wen Song walked over, yawned and leaned on his shoulder, and also looked carefully in his direction, but didn't see anything wrong.

Cheng Che rubbed her head and said gently, "Are you awake? What do you want to eat? I'll go cook."

"Not hungry." Wen Song shook his head. He still felt a little sleepy and yawned again.

"You can't skip dinner." Cheng Che stood up from the sofa and went to the kitchen to cook for her. "I'll make you a caramel muffin, okay?"

"I want to eat matcha pancakes." Wen Song looked at him and smiled faintly, "With chocolate cream."

"Got it, miss." Cheng Che smiled and touched her head. "Then wait for me here. I'll tell you when the meal is ready."

After Cheng Che left, Wen Song thought of the disappointment in his eyes just now, and immediately put away his smile. He sent a WeChat message to Zhang Yue, "I want that Weibo account to be blocked. Do you have a way? I'll pay any amount of money."

Zhang Yue quickly replied, "Yes, but my account was blocked right after I posted something about Cheng Che. It's easy for people to think it was Cheng Che who did it. Have you thought it through?"

Wen Song saw her reply and realized that he had not considered it carefully. He thought for a while and replied, "Can I find out who wrote that article?"

[Sure.] Zhang Yue replied, [I have asked our company to check. This Weibo account is operated by the new media studio of our partner company. What do you want to do?]

Wen Song looked at her reply, a smile inadvertently spread across the corners of his mouth, and his slender white fingers quickly typed a sentence on the phone screen, [Just find a reason to fire the reporter who handled this matter, the person who posted on Weibo, and all the relevant parties. I will pay for it, and now it's your turn. ]

Zhang Yue glanced at her bank account and couldn't help laughing. She replied, "Don't spend money on men. Spending money on men is the beginning of all misfortunes, and you can't spend that much."

[It's okay.] Wen Song replied with a smile, [I'm happy. If you have extra money, just treat it to your meal.]

Zhang Yue still transferred part of it back to her and replied, "No need, what's the relationship between us? Why are you still trying to trick me? When you make money in the future, just treat me to a trip to the North Pole."

[okok, my Yueyue is the best, love you. ]

After chatting with Zhang Yue, Wen Song felt much better. He looked at the pair of skis that Cheng Che had placed on the coffee table. Thinking that he had been looking at the tail of the board, he took a closer look. When he checked the back, he found that there was a serious wear and tear on the bottom of the tail of the left snowboard. Not only was there an obvious crack, but the core of the board was even a little turned outward.

She walked to the kitchen, stood beside Cheng Che, hugged him gently, and asked softly, "Is the snowboard broken?"

"Yeah." Cheng Che sighed, "I was in a hurry after the competition and got a little bumped. I don't know if it was caused at that time, or it could have been caused when I checked in my luggage."

"It's okay." Wen Song smiled, indicating that it was no big deal. "I'll go and make you a new one, stockli, right?"

Cheng Che did not respond, but continued to fry pancakes for her. Wen Song was confused and asked, "What's wrong? It's just a snowboard. Why don't you buy a new one? If you don't want to replace it, ask if it can be repaired."

Cheng Che finished frying the pancakes and sat down with her at the dining table. He sighed a little sadly, "I asked the manufacturer, and this level of wear and tear is unlikely to be restored. I can only replace it with a new one. But this board has been with me for many years. It helped me win my first X Games gold medal, my first World Cup medal, and my first World Championships medal. I originally wanted to use it to win an Olympic medal, so I'm a little reluctant to part with it."

After hearing this, Wen Song said nonchalantly, "Then why don't you just order another one that's exactly the same?"

After saying that, he took a sip of iced coffee, continued to eat his muffin, nodded and said, "It tastes good, but it's not sweet enough. Go get me some Nutella."

Cheng Che refused to go and said to her, "I put a lot of sugar and chocolate cream in it. You can't eat so many sweets. It's not good for your health!"

"Okay..." Wen Song didn't say anything else and continued eating his pancake.

Cheng Che continued, "They are different. Even if they are the same snowboards, they are not the pair I have been using... But there is no other way. It seems that I have to change them. I can only train with the spare snowboards for the time being."

"Can I buy it for you?" Although Wen Song didn't understand why he was upset over a snowboard, he still tried to coax him, "Wouldn't it be meaningful if you won the Olympic championship with the snowboard I gave you?"

"Yes, sister is right." Cheng Che finally smiled and leaned forward to kiss her forehead, "Thank you, my wife."

Wen Song also smiled and kissed him, and said to him: "I just happened to get a scholarship, so I'll use the money to buy you a snowboard, how about it?"

Cheng Che sat next to her, hugged her, and said with great emotion: "That would be my great privilege, I'm really appreciated of you, my dearest Dr. Iseylia."

Wen Song smiled helplessly and said to him, "You can call me Dr. Iseylia, but don't talk like that, okay? My little Shakespeare."