I almost touched the moon

After reaching the top of the mountain, Wen Song and Cheng Che slid down the snow track together. Wen Song, who had changed back to double boards, finally found that sense of ease and comfort.

"People really have to do things that suit them and shouldn't force themselves," she said in her heart.

They both slid down very fast, but the difference was that Wen Song would dodge obstacles nimbly, and didn't do any freestyle moves, except for the occasional carbine edge and nollie, which was purely a pursuit of speed. Cheng Che, on the other hand, would go head-on, slide up to the slope barrier pole, and slide down the pole with a perfect jump, and then immediately use his poles to speed up and chase her, showing her a bright and confident smile.

Wen Song smiled back at him and said, "Do you want to compete to see who gets to the cabin first?" The place where she pointed was the end of the ski trail, which was more than three thousand meters away from where they were.

"Comparing what?" Cheng Che asked.

"I don't know either..." Wen Song said with a smile, "I don't like being so utilitarian."

"How about the loser treat the loser to dinner?" Cheng Che suggested.

"That's fine." Wen Song nodded, tapping his snow pole on the ground. He smiled back at him and said, "I'll be leaving first. Bye!"

Wen Song doesn't like utilitarian competitions, but she has a problem. Once she makes up her mind to do something, she must do it perfectly. In addition, she sometimes has a meaningless desire to win. For example, she clearly knows that Cheng Che's skiing skills are many levels better than hers, but she still stubbornly wants to beat him.

She bent her legs and exerted force, sliding her ski poles forward to speed up. Even when turning, she only used skills without slowing down. She knew that this was very dangerous, but for some reason, she believed that the person who was keeping the same speed as her would not let himself get hurt.

About four minutes later, they reached the finish line together, Cheng Che was 10 seconds slower than Wen Song. She knew Cheng Che was deliberately letting her win, so she stood there, took a few deep breaths to calm down her breathing, and turned around and said helplessly, "If you want to lose on purpose, you should act more realistically."

"Who said that?" Cheng Che smiled and did not respond to her words, "Sister is faster in the first place. I can't catch up with her."

Compared to her exhaustion, Cheng Che was still full of energy, which showed how easy the sliding just now was for him.

"It seems like you really want to treat me to a meal." Wen Song said half-jokingly, "Then treat me to Vienna beef soup. There is a good restaurant at the foot of the mountain."

"Okay!" Cheng Che smiled. Seeing that she was really tired, he took off his snowboard and went to a nearby store to buy her a bottle of water. He even unscrewed the cap and handed it to her.

This ordinary action made Wen Song's heart beat faster. This was the first time someone unscrewed the bottle cap when buying her water... Her face suddenly turned lightly red, and she pursed her lips and whispered, "Thank you."

Cheng Che asked again: "Sister, do you like ski cross?"

"It's OK." Wen Song said, "I've seen some competition videos, it's pretty cool, but I rarely try it myself, and I always fall badly every time."

"Do you want to see it now?" Cheng Che asked her with a smile.

"Now?" Wen Song was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "You specialize in ski cross?"

"No." Cheng Che shook his head with a slightly disappointed expression, "I mainly practice slopestyle, but my favorite is ski cross. But sister also knows that compared with white people, Asians lack the innate physical advantages in ski cross, and this project has been monopolized by European and American players for many years. So my coach doesn't recommend that I focus on this. But I still like it very much..."

"There's no need to be so purposeful." Wen Song smiled faintly, his calm tone very gentle, "There's only one first place, and there's only one gold medal. Cheng Che, tun Sie einfach, was Sie tun wollen (Do what you want to do)."

This sentence undoubtedly touched Cheng Che's heart. Over the years, someone had told him that he should be a perfect Cheng Che, a steady and steady eldest son of the Cheng Group; his coach had also told him to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses, and practice those events that are easy to win medals. Only Wen Song, only she told him to do what he wanted to do.

He raised his lips and chuckled. It was a silent and light smile, but it reflected his inner joy. He walked to Wen Song and said, "Let's go, let's go chase the road. I'll perform for my sister."

The afternoon sun shone on the mountain top, dyeing the white snow with golden light. The boy in black and gray ski suit, stepping on two silver skis, sped along the obstacle course, rushing through obstacles one by one. Because of his dazzling performance, several ski enthusiasts began to chase him, but they were all left far behind.

Cheng Che made no mistakes and crossed the finish line first. Wen Song couldn't help but applaud him softly, while several tourists who were watching the excitement beside him cheered and applauded him, saying "das ist so geil" (so cool)!

He waved and smiled at where Wen Song was, then slid onto the diving platform in front of him, jumped into the air from the highest point of the platform, made four perfect 360-degree spins in the air, and landed steadily. He slid quickly to the end of the snow track, raising a cloud of flying snow.

The sunlight shone on the snow, and the reflected light shone on the boy. At that moment, he seemed to be really shining, spinning in the air, and then landing steadily on the snow, like an elf landing on earth.

That was a scene that Wen Song would never forget in her life. It was also at that moment that she felt her heart beating fast. The throbbing feeling made her face flushed. She couldn't help but laugh softly, and she felt a little uneasy.

The cheers of the tourists around him became louder, and many of them walked up to Cheng Che and praised him. Cheng Che thanked them politely, but did not stop to chat. Instead, he immediately walked to Wen Song's side, took off his sunglasses and helmet, and the sweat on his forehead wet his hair. His smile was brighter than the afternoon sun.

"Sister, do you believe now that I am really a professional skier?" He looked down at Wen Song and asked. In her eyes, he saw surprise and appreciation, and one thing he couldn't imagine... ambiguity.

She nodded and smiled, and said to him, "I have always believed it."

After leaving the ski resort, they went to a restaurant at the foot of the mountain to eat Viennese beef soup with fried pork chops. It was dark late in early summer, and it was already past seven in the evening, with the sun only setting slightly.

"I'll drive for a while." Wen Song offered, "You must be very tired today."

"It's okay." Cheng Che shook his head and cut another piece of pork chop and put it in her bowl. She thanked him politely and ate the pork chop.

"Today's amount of exercise is nothing to me. I usually train several times more than today. Sister should be tired, so I'll drive." When he talked to Wen Song, he always smiled, bright and cute.

"Okay." Wen Song was really tired, so he didn't refuse.

On the way back, the sun had just set. The afterglow from the bright clouds dyed the sky red. The snowy mountain tops looked like they were covered with a layer of gold. The gentle evening breeze could not push away the evening clouds. They seemed so peaceful and harmonious as they walked on the deserted mountain road.