I almost touched the moon

The next morning, Cheng Che glanced at his phone, sighed, and hugged the person next to him helplessly.

"What's wrong?" Wen Song had just woken up in the morning and was still a little sleepy, but he turned around and hugged him.

"Jiang Xu deleted my WeChat." Cheng Che's voice revealed a hint of helplessness and loss.

"Oh." Wen Song got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. While brushing his teeth, he said nonchalantly, "That's his problem."

Cheng Che walked behind her and hugged her, resting his chin on her head, and sighed: "I have known him since I was 17 years old. Although he spoke harshly, he was a really good person and always treated me well. I didn't expect..."

Wen Song brushed his teeth and turned around, smiling and said, "If it was Qiu Xuanyan's boyfriend who slandered you like this today, Qiu Xuanyan would break up with him and send him to the police station without me doing anything. She wouldn't ask me to forgive you for her sake, and she wouldn't break up with me because of this. So, it's Jiang Xu himself who has the problem, and you don't need to be sad."

After saying this, she quickly washed her face and changed her clothes, walked out of the bedroom, waved to Cheng Che and said, "I'm going to the college, bye~"

Without paying any attention to Cheng Che's lost and sad expression behind her, he sighed softly, walked up to her quickly and took the car keys from her hand, "I'll take you there."

At seven o'clock in the evening, Cheng Che received a message from Wen Song, "Something went wrong with the experiment. I may not be back tonight. Go to bed early."

Cheng Che turned his head and looked out the window. There was not a single star to be seen in the night in Oxford, not even the moon. Only the rain was falling tirelessly.

[It's raining, tell me when it's over, I'll pick you up. 】

Wen Song looked at the WeChat message on his phone and suddenly didn't know what to reply. He lit another cigarette and used the cold wind and the smell of smoke to calm his troubled thoughts.

She finished smoking, disinfected herself, put on her isolation suit, and returned to the laboratory. Eirlys was about to leave when he saw her, a little surprised. "Ilia, why are you back? The experiment is going smoothly. Go home and rest early."

Wen Song smiled and said to her, "It's not easy to get samples of comet fragments, so of course we have to study them carefully. Bye."

Cheng Che glanced at the time on his watch. It was past one in the morning, and there was still no reply on WeChat. The huge first floor was empty, with only one or two researchers occasionally walking out of the academy gate, looking a little tired.

He looked at those figures leaving and suddenly felt a little envious. If he and Wen Song were in the same major, if he was her colleague or classmate, could he be closer to her?

Half an hour later, he did not receive a reply from Wen Song, but received a call from Director Xu.

"Xiao Cheng," Director Xu said with some regret, "Your punishment has been decided. It's a serious warning and deduction of half of your prize money from the Winter Olympics. It's a small punishment but a big warning. Do you have any objection?"

"No problem." Cheng Che said calmly. He also knew that Director Xu must have put a lot of thought into this punishment decision, so he said gratefully, "Thank you, Director Xu."

After hearing what he said, Director Xu advised him earnestly, "You don't need to thank me. After all, you are the Olympic champion and the only athlete in Asia who has the ability to win this event. As long as you don't make any mistakes that are too outrageous, no one can really fire you.

Your father called me and said thank you for taking care of you. He sent a lot of things. I asked my secretary to put them in your national team dormitory. Remember to pick them up when you have time. Why should I take care of you? This is the result of your own efforts. But Xiao Cheng, tell me the truth, where have you been? You are not in Hangzhou, are you? "

After hearing his words, Cheng Che fell silent. He had always thought that Cheng Bowen was against his skiing, but he didn't expect that he would do all this for him behind his back.

Sensing Cheng Che's silence, Director Xu stopped asking questions and continued to advise: "I won't interfere with your private life. But you have to be sensible. It's not easy for you to get to where you are today. Don't ruin your sports career because of a momentary impulse."

"I know. Thank you, Director Xu. I know what's going on."

After Cheng Che hung up the phone, he was silent for a long time. Everyone was trying to persuade him not to let his personal life affect his career. But what choice did he have? In a relationship, one person always needs to take the initiative.

More than ten minutes later, he finally saw the familiar figure at the elevator entrance. Unlike the dejected look in the previous few days, Wen Song's steps were very brisk today. After a day of research work, he still looked refreshed.

She was on the phone, her voice was a little soft, but it was particularly clear in the quiet night.

"Yeah, it's ridiculous, isn't it? His teammate fits my stereotype of a snowboarder." Wen Song said to the other end of the phone with a smile, "He's pretentious, self-righteous, not very good-looking, and has dark skin. He's an ordinary man."

He realized that Wen Song was talking about Jiang Xu and wanted to step forward to stop her, but when he saw her smiling and leaning against the wall to continue her phone call without seeing him, he stopped. He could always see her in the crowd, but Wen Song, even if she was within her sight, she would ignore him.

Wen Song continued, "And his girlfriend and Xiao Yu, they are so funny. I took a look at their education, fine, one is from high school and the other is from college, it's not surprising that they can do such a thing. Yes, they are just stupid, but the total number of years they studied is probably less than mine, how can you expect them to be smart? Are they worthy of wasting my time on them?"

After saying this, he smiled disdainfully.

"Oh, don't say that. I don't discriminate against people based on their academic qualifications." Wen Song continued with a smile and a yawn. "Cheng Che? Cheng Che is different. He graduated from ETH. He just doesn't want to pursue a master's degree. If he wants, Oxford, Cambridge, Harvard, and MIT are not a problem for him."

When Cheng Che heard her words, he suddenly felt uncomfortable. So, in her heart, she also felt that he was not worthy of her because of his low academic qualifications.

Just then, a boy passed by. Wen Song immediately smiled and greeted him, chatting about the research progress. They used some obscure professional terms, and Cheng Che could not quite understand them, so he could only stand not far away and watch her chat.

After a while, the boy also left, and Wen Song continued the conversation: "And Yue, I was really speechless last night. He actually told me not to use my privileges to bully others. Did I bully anyone? If I really wanted to bully people, I would have people beat them up and torture them to the point of mental illness in the detention center. Yes, Lawyer Wen won't care about me, but if she doesn't care about me, can my grandfather and Uncle Ling still care about me?"

The moment he heard these words, Cheng Che was so shocked that his body was shaking and his mind went blank. For the first time, he took Tang Lingyuan's words seriously, "Wen Song is more cruel than you think."

He thought that she was just a spoiled little girl who could not tolerate any grain of sand in her eyes. He also thought that Wen Song had listened to what he said last night, so she was just perfunctory and never recognized his advice.

She hid the dark side of her heart in front of him, but the darkness never disappeared. In the place where he could not see, there was a completely different Iseylia. She was black-bellied, superior, high-handed, and had no empathy.

Cheng Che didn't know how long he stood there, and he couldn't hear the rest of her words. He suddenly wanted to leave, but the sound of wind and rain outside was getting louder and louder. He noticed that she didn't bring an umbrella, and at this time, he couldn't leave her alone.

Wen Song's voice reached his ears again, her tone was still cheerful, "...Yes, I am very kind, and I did not ask Ling Yi to find someone to torture them. Ling Yi also told me that he just told the detention center not to pay attention to those three people. In that kind of place, of course anything can happen. It has nothing to do with me."

She turned around and suddenly saw Cheng Che. She was a little surprised, hung up the phone, ran to him quickly, hugged him, raised her head and asked with a smile, "Why are you here?"

For the first time, Cheng Che did not hug her. He just smiled faintly and said, "It's raining. I'll take you home."

When he lowered his head, he saw her smile and the dark circles under her eyes, and suddenly he felt very strange. In front of him, Wen Song had a calm smile and a gentle tone, but was this really the real her?

"You've been waiting for a long time." Wen Song took his hand and said apologetically, "I'm sorry. I didn't look at my phone when I was doing experiments, so I forgot to reply to you. A Che, we got a piece of comet fragment today. Do you want to see it? If you want to see it, I'll take you to the laboratory tomorrow."

"No need." Cheng Che shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I might break it by accident."

"If it's broken, it's easy. You just need to go to space and get me another one. If you can't get it, you can die as an apology."

Although she was joking, Cheng Che heard a different meaning in her words and fell silent. Even the action of stroking her hand stopped.

Seeing him in a daze, Wen Song immediately laughed and said, "I'm just kidding. It doesn't matter if it's really broken. I've already recorded the data. I just want compensation. Don't worry, I can afford it."

Cheng Che finally smiled, rubbed her head and said, "Come home quickly, I made soup for you."

Before going to bed at night, Cheng Che hugged her and suggested, "Baby, my friend invited me to go hiking in the Peak District this weekend. How about we go together? I checked and it's sunny on Saturday and Sunday."

"No." Wen Song also turned around and hugged him, yawned and said lazily, "You go by yourself, I'm so tired, I just want to sleep on the weekend."

"Okay." Cheng Che knew that she didn't like to go out, so he didn't force her. He patted her head and said, "Then I'll be back that day."

"It's okay, just have fun and don't worry about me. I'm just catching up on sleep at home on the weekends anyway."

Climbing to the top of Mam Tor, Cheng Che looked at the scenery below the mountain. It was early spring in England, and the trees, flowers and plants were just sprouting buds. The overall color was still a desolate yellow. He suddenly felt a little lonely and missed the orchids and weeping willows in Hangzhou in February.

"Roche, what's going on?" the friend asked curiously, "You've been distracted all day. What happened?"

(What’s going on? You’ve been distracted all day. What happened?)

After hearing what he said, Cheng Che sat down with him on the top of the mountain. He took out the beer he carried with him, handed him a can, opened the other can himself, took a sip, and told him everything that had happened in the past few days.

"I feel like, she's always far from me. I don't know which one is the real her. When I first encountered her, I thought even though she seemed very cool and showed indifference to everything, but actually, she was kind and friendly."

(I feel like she is always far away from me. I don’t know which one is the real her. When I first met her, I felt that although she looked cold and indifferent to everything, she was actually very kind and friendly.)

Cheng Che finished speaking and took another sip of wine. "But now, I just realized, it didn't seem to be her true self. She was always pretending. She's tired, so am I."

(But now I realize that this is not her true self. She is always pretending. She is tired, and so am I.)

After hearing what Cheng Che said, his friend looked at him and said with a smile: "But don't you think, she's in disguise because she loves you. She wants to always be perfect in front of you, to fit your expectations."

(But you don’t think that her disguise is because she loves you. She hopes that she will always be perfect in front of you and meet your expectations.)

Cheng Che listened to his words and smiled slightly, but still had some doubts, and said lightly: "Perhaps."