I almost touched the moon

A week later, Cheng Che received a call from Wen Song as soon as he finished his morning training. He picked up the phone immediately and said happily, "Sister, what's the matter? Are you back so early? Then I'll go home early today."

"Ah Che..." Wen Song hesitated for a moment before he slowly spoke, "I'm sorry, I can't come back this weekend. I have to go to ESA for a meeting with my supervisor. How about next week? I will definitely come back next week."

"I know." What is more sad than waiting in vain is the helplessness after hope is dashed.

Noticing Cheng Che's depressed tone, Wen Song immediately said, "I'm sorry, this meeting is rather impromptu. Because there were some problems in the early design of the Venus probe, Professor Gallagher is needed to provide new theoretical guidance and modifications. He said that this is a good opportunity and hopes that researchers like us can also go and learn together."

"I know." Cheng Che sighed softly and said to her silently, "It's more important for sister to focus on her own affairs. It's okay. I'm used to it."

Wen Song fell silent after hearing his words. She didn't want to break her promise, but she had never participated in the design of a planetary probe and lacked relevant practical experience. This opportunity was really rare and she didn't want to give up.

After a while, she softened her tone and said as if to make amends, "Because attending meetings on weekends is considered overtime, I can rest on Monday and Tuesday. I will go home directly from Paris then, and I will also be back next Friday."

"whatever."

After hearing her words, Cheng Che suddenly became unwilling to believe it. What should he do if she couldn't fulfill her promise for some reason?

For some reason, Cheng Che actually asked Wen Song, "In my sister's heart, is even a Venus probe more important than me?"

"Huh?" Wen Song was a little embarrassed when he heard this. After thinking for a while, he said, "If we talk about the value of scientific research, then I can only say that this detector is indeed more important than you. Not only you, it is also more important than me, more important than all of us put together."

"That's not what I meant." Cheng Che also regretted why he suddenly said these inexplicable words again. He sighed and said, "I just feel that in my sister's heart, many people and many things are ranked before me."

"Ah Che, why are you talking about this again?" Wen Song was already dizzy from a day of calculations, and frowned when he heard his words, "Why are you jealous of a detector?"

"I'm not jealous of the probe..."

Cheng Che was also a little speechless. He knew that continuing to argue would be fruitless, so he said to her, "It's okay, sister, just be busy. If you are really too busy or too tired, it's okay if you don't come back. The temperature has dropped recently, remember to wear more clothes and take care of yourself."

After hanging up the phone, he sighed softly, threw the phone into the storage box with some unhappiness, and returned to the snow track to train.

When defending her master's thesis, Wen Song looked at him firmly and said, "I wish one day, the probe I engaged in designing and developing could fly over the Earth and even travel to the Kuiper Belt".

(I hope that one day, the probe I participated in designing and developing can fly over the earth or even go to the Kuiper Belt)

That was her pursuit, and he couldn't selfishly let her stop for him. But every time at this time, Cheng Che would always inadvertently put himself in her shoes. He could give up training for her, and even give up the Winter Olympics, but in Wen Song's heart, he was far less important.

In front of herself and her studies, Cheng Che is the one who can be easily ignored.

After the meeting on Sunday, Wen Song immediately took the nearest flight to Munich. After landing, he did not call Cheng Che, but went straight to the indoor training ground where he trained on Sunday.

However, when she arrived at the training ground, she looked for Cheng Che for a long time but couldn't find him. She felt a little strange and called Cheng Che but no one answered the phone.

Wen Song knew that Cheng Che would not go to the snow track for training on the weekend, and felt a little puzzled for a moment, so he had to go home first.

"Ache, are you home?" After arriving home, she called out a few times, but no one responded to her, and she did not receive a reply from Cheng Che on her phone.

Working overtime on the weekend and the rainy weather in Paris made her very tired. She didn't bother to think too much about it for the moment. She just thought that something might have happened to Cheng Che, so she stopped worrying about it and went straight back to her bedroom to sleep.

However, the bedroom door was closed. She clearly remembered that Cheng Che always left the bedroom door open when he went out.

At that moment, the suspicion in her heart grew heavier. When she went to Hangzhou in August, she chatted with Ye Qingan and half-jokingly said, "You really trust your Cheng Gongzi. He is so handsome and his family is well-off. There will be many people who will pay for him. After you go to the UK and live apart from him, aren't you afraid that he will have evil intentions?"

At that time, she told Ye Qing'an that she believed in Cheng Che and knew that he would not do that. She also said that if he could fall in love with someone else so easily, he would not be worthy of her love and attachment.

However, today's abnormality made her a little hesitant and worried. The moment she opened the door and heard the sound of the lock sliding, her heart beat faster.

The curtains in the room were closed and it was dark. The moment she entered the room, the floor light came on and she could see clearly what was in front of her.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Che was sleeping, and his breathing was a little rapid.

She immediately walked to the bedside and saw that Cheng Che was sleeping very soundly. He didn't even notice her coming in and was still sleeping. The paracetamol and thermometer on the bedside table immediately gave her an idea of ​​what was going on.

At that moment, she blamed herself for her previous brief suspicion of Cheng Che. She sighed softly and said in her heart, "Iseylia, are you sick? How could you doubt him?"

She gently reached out her hand and touched Cheng Che's forehead. The cold back of her hand touched his skin, and the temperature difference made his body temperature seem higher. She didn't even need a thermometer to know that Cheng Che had a fever.

Wen Song was a little at a loss and worried for a moment. Cheng Che was in very good health and had never even caught a cold in all the time they had been together. How could he suddenly have a fever?

She wrung out a cold towel and gently placed it on Cheng Che's forehead. She then poured him a cup of hot water and tucked him in, a little clumsily, taking care of him as carefully as Cheng Che had taken care of her before.

Perhaps the sudden chill on his forehead made him feel a little uncomfortable, Cheng Che woke up, opened his eyes and saw the scene in front of him, but felt that he was still dreaming.

Wen Song was half lying on the bed, right next to him, gently wiping his hands with an alcohol cotton pad to cool them down.

The room was filled with a faint smell of alcohol, mixed with the tobacco-flavored sandalwood on her body, which made him know that this was not a dream.

"Sister." Cheng Che immediately turned around and hugged her, his voice still a little weak, "You're back."

Seeing that he had woken up, Wen Song handed him the hot water and asked softly, "Why do you have a fever? Have you taken medicine?"

"The temperature dropped a little a few days ago. I didn't wear enough during training. I thought I had a cold at first, but I didn't take it seriously. As a result, I developed a fever." Cheng Che said with a light smile, "It's just a low-grade fever. It will be fine after a good night's sleep. Honey, weren't you in Paris for a meeting? Why are you back?"

Wen Song gently brushed away the wet hair on his forehead and wiped his forehead with an alcohol cotton pad. It was cool and comfortable. Her voice was also very gentle. "I will be back after the meeting. Didn't I promise you that I will be home to be with you on Monday and Tuesday?"

When Cheng Che saw that she really came back, he was immediately overjoyed and hugged her tightly. When he wanted to kiss her, he remembered that he still had a fever and was worried about infecting her, so he could only kiss her forehead.

Therefore, we should not hold on to hope. If we don’t have any expectations, we won’t be sad if they don’t come true. But if they do come true, it will be a pleasant surprise.