I almost touched the moon

Three years later, Kyoto, Japan.

The autumn rain fell on the window lattice. A gust of wind blew down the red maple leaves outside the courtyard. A few fallen leaves fell into the hot spring, accompanied by the misty water vapor, making it impossible to see clearly in front of the eyes.

"Why do you suddenly want to eat dumplings for no apparent reason?"

When Li Yunjia arrived at the hotel room with a box of dumplings, Wen Song was sitting by the window, watching the wind and rain destroying the maple trees outside the window, with a pot of sake at hand.

"I remember you never eat dumplings."

Wen Song picked up the chopsticks and tasted the dumplings that Li Yunjia brought. It tasted very strange and she didn't like it at all. After reluctantly eating one, she put it aside.

Li Yunjia knew her habit and didn't force her. She took out two mooncakes and said, "You don't like it but insist on eating it. That's weird. You have to eat mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival. The ones you like best are the ones with lava custard filling."

"I miss Cheng Che..."

Wen Song drank a glass of wine, turned to look at his friend, and there was a hint of loneliness in his cold voice.

Li Yunjia listened to her words, sighed softly, stroked her hair gently, and comforted her softly: "It will pass, are you hungry? I'll ask the waiter to bring dinner."

Wen Song shook his head and murmured to himself, "At that time, in order to prepare for the Winter Olympics, he trained in Hintertux, Austria, from Wednesday to Saturday in August and September. It was more than 150 kilometers away from Munich, but after training every day, he would drive nearly two hours back to be with me, and go back early the next morning..."

At around seven in the evening, Wen Song woke up from her nap and saw a WeChat message from Cheng Che, "I'm home, what do you want for dinner, honey?"

She looked at the WeChat message with a slight smile on her face, and seeing that Cheng Che was not on the third floor, she knew that he must be in the restaurant preparing dinner, so she went downstairs immediately.

Walking out of the elevator, she said naturally, "Ache, you're back."

Then when she walked into the living room, she almost had a heart attack. There were seven or eight young people sitting in the living room, and some people were standing in the dining room, busy with something.

When he saw her, a sharp-eyed young man immediately shouted, "This must be my sister-in-law! Brother Cheng, my sister-in-law is here!"

Wen Song was so frightened by the word "sister-in-law" that he trembled all over. Then he realized that he was only wearing pajamas. He was so scared that he ran back to the elevator. He immediately went back to the bedroom, changed his clothes and combed his hair, then he mustered up the courage to go downstairs.

Cheng Che was also downstairs. When he saw her, he walked up to her with a smile, took her hand and said, "Today is Mid-Autumn Festival. My teammates are a little homesick, so I invited them to my house. Sister, go say hello."

Wen Song was immediately a little dissatisfied, but he didn't want to offend Cheng Che, so he followed him to the living room and greeted him, "Hello."

Cheng Che also introduced them to her one by one. She looked at the large group of people and felt dizzy. She couldn't remember who was who. She could only maintain a decent smile and nodded silently.

Fortunately, Wang Shuning helped her smooth things over. He walked up to her, took her arm affectionately, and said with a smile, "Sister Iseylia, I'm sorry to bother you. We will definitely help you clean up in a while."

"It's okay." Wen Song smiled, "Have fun, I have something else to do, so I'll go back to the study first."

Seeing that she was not in high spirits, Cheng Che walked up to her and said, "Baby, we made some dumplings. Can I bring some to you later? Do you like the ones with shrimp and pork filling?"

"A Che." Wen Song smiled slightly, his tone gentle, "I don't eat dumplings, have you forgotten?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby." Cheng Che immediately hugged her and apologized, "I forgot. Can I make you something else to eat later?"

"It's okay, I'm not hungry." Wen Song still smiled faintly. After Cheng Che accompanied her to the stairs, she turned around and said to him, "Come with me."

After Cheng Che left, a girl immediately asked, "Is this Cheng Che's girlfriend? She looks so cold."

"She is just like that." Jiang Xu said unhappily, "She is so pretentious, and she even said 'I don't eat dumplings, have you forgotten?' I don't know what she is pretending to be. She thinks she is a foreigner because she has been abroad for a long time. She is a foreigner and I don't know why Brother Cheng likes her. Believe it or not, Brother Cheng is going upstairs to get scolded now."

"Jiang Xu, if you don't shut up, I'll really slap you." Wang Shuning rolled his eyes and said, "Iseylia is from the south. It's normal for southerners not to eat dumplings. Doesn't my senior brother also dislike eating them? You're a guest at someone's house, and you're still complaining here. You really don't consider yourself an outsider."

After returning to the study, Wen Song immediately put on a cold expression. Seeing her like this, Cheng Che was immediately at a loss. He walked up to her and massaged her cervical vertebrae, saying softly, "I'm sorry, baby. I remember you don't like pasta, but you eat some occasionally, so I didn't know you didn't eat dumplings. I'm sorry, sister. I'll go cook for you. Don't be angry anymore."

"It's not about the dumplings." Wen Song smiled helplessly, "Why did you invite people to your home without telling me in advance?"

"Sister, don't you welcome them to your home?" Cheng Che's expression became a little disappointed. "Because today is Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone is a little homesick, so I invited them here. I thought you wouldn't mind, so I didn't tell you..."

Wen Song was a little unhappy when he heard his words, and his tone became much stiffer. "Even if I don't mind, if you really think this is our home, you should at least inform me in advance before inviting people to your home without asking for my opinion. You invited so many people today without saying a word. Do you know that I was scared to death when I saw so many people downstairs?"

"I'm sorry..." Cheng Che was embarrassed, knowing that it was his inconsiderateness that caused her discomfort, so he could only admit his mistake, "I'm sorry, sister, I didn't think it through. I thought you would be very happy, just like if you invited Sister Xiaoxia or Mr. Qiu to come to your house, I would be very happy too."

"Why do you think I'll be so happy?" Wen Song was even more displeased after hearing this, and asked back, "Cheng Che, don't you know that I'm very socially anxious? I get annoyed when I see people?"

"But they are my good friends. Wouldn't you like to meet them?"

"What do your friends have to do with me?"

Wen Song became increasingly dissatisfied, and turned on his computer and said, "I don't understand why you insist on mixing our lives together. I have no objection to you wanting to integrate into my life, but could you please not force me into your life?"

"Song Song..." Cheng Che sighed after hearing her words, "But why do you always separate us so much? And if you do this, people will think that you are difficult to get along with and are pretending to be aloof."

"What they think is none of my business. I have no right to control other people's thoughts."

Wen Song didn't take his words seriously, he opened the game and turned to look at Cheng Che: "You guys have fun, I'm going to play games."