I almost touched the moon

"Baby, can I borrow your study room?" Cheng Che knocked on the door of Wen Song's study room, handed her a glass of orange juice, and asked with a smile.

"Ok." Wen Song got up from the chair, stretched and said, "I'm tired too, I'll go lie down for a while. The computer password is Lia1107."

When Cheng Che heard her computer password, he suddenly felt a little lost for some reason. She would never set the password to be related to him like he did.

Wen Song lay down for a while, then stood up from the sofa and walked to the computer, only to find that Cheng Che was actually drawing a design.

This was the first time she saw Cheng Che drawing an architectural design. Compared to when he was skiing, he was more focused and serious when drawing. Sometimes he would frown and fall into deep thought. Moreover, he even wore glasses, black half-frame glasses, which made his handsome face look even more gentle.

She walked behind Cheng Che, poked her head out curiously and asked, "Why are you suddenly drawing?"

I saw the design outline in the upper left corner and was a little surprised: "Wow, you actually want to combine a ski resort with an astronomical observatory, but it will be difficult. Because whether it is an indoor or outdoor ski resort, it will cause a lot of light pollution, which will affect observation."

Cheng Che hugged her, let her sit on his lap, kissed her lips and said, "So I want to try it out. If there is a place where I can ski and observe the space at the same time, then when I ski, my sister can watch the stars beside me, and we don't have to be separated."

"What a little fool." Wen Song also kissed him, stroked his face with his fingers, and showed a slightly charming smile, "I didn't know you were nearsighted. This is the first time I see you wearing glasses."

"I'm not nearsighted, I use blue light protection."

Cheng Che hugged her tighter, hugged her and asked, "Do you like it, sister?"

"I like it." Wen Song smiled, and suddenly had a bad idea. He swirled his fingers around his chest, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, kissed Cheng Che's earlobe, and whispered in his ear, "Like a gentleman scum..."

Cheng Che smiled, put his hand under her clothes, and pried open her teeth with his tongue, "Then let my wife see what a real gentleman is..."

"Aren't you going to draw the picture anymore?!" Wen Song only wanted to start the fire, not put it out, so he got off his legs and tried to escape.

"No more painting."

As soon as she finished speaking, Cheng Che hugged her tightly in his arms and blocked her words with a kiss. Under the warm yellow light of the study, two overlapping and lingering figures were reflected.

Returning to the computer, Cheng Che looked at her and asked, "Do you want to use the computer now? If you do, can I use another one?"

"It's okay, you can use it." Wen Song smiled, "That computer is specially used for playing games. It doesn't have modeling and drawing software. Ah Che, if you really become an architect, you will definitely be very charming."

Wen Song sat back on his lap, looked at his slightly messy shirt, and smiled softly, "I ruined another shirt for you. I'll buy you one tomorrow."

Then he asked, "Why are you suddenly drawing a design? Don't you dislike architecture?"

"I want to apply for a master's degree at Oxford, but I need a portfolio," Cheng Che explained. "If I get the offer, I can enroll in January next year."

"Oxford?" Wen Song looked at him in confusion. "But Oxford doesn't have an architecture school. It only has something called sustainable urban development, and it seems there's also a part-time architectural history course, which doesn't quite match your major.

If you want to study master of architecture, Cambridge is a better choice. And why not continue studying in ETH?" (Cambridge would be a better choice, and why not continue studying in ETH?)

Cheng Che said, "Because I want to stay in Oxford with my sister. If I go to Cambridge or ETH, how can I be with you? And I don't really like architecture, it doesn't matter what I study. I'm just worried... my education level is too low and I'm not worthy of you."

When he said the second half of the sentence, he thought of the conversation between Wen Song and Zhang Yue that he heard that day, and the disdain and contempt she showed for people with low education.

Zhang Yue must have mentioned that his education was far inferior to Wen Song's. At that time, she said, "Cheng Che just doesn't want to go to graduate school." She said she didn't care. But the longer time goes by, the greater the gap between them due to their education will be. Will she really not care?

"How is that possible?" Wen Song smiled and said, "I don't like people with low education because I don't like people with poor learning ability. You know, I hate stupidity. But you are different. You have a strong learning ability and your undergraduate school is also very good, so I don't care about education or anything like that.

We both focus on different careers. Your job is a skier and your dream is to become an Olympic champion. Why do you care about academic qualifications? Like I said before, you don’t mind that I’m not a skiing champion. "

"Really?" Cheng Che was still a little uneasy, hugged her and said coquettishly, "But I'm really worried that one day I will fall down at your doorstep, you will look at me with disdain, then sneer and kick me aside and say, 'oh, it's a bachelor.' Is that true, Dr. Iseylia?"

Wen Song couldn't help laughing when he heard his words, kissed him, and coaxed Cheng Che: "No, I'm still worried that if I fall down at your doorstep, you'll kick me aside and say, 'Just a ski enthusiast'. Okay, don't worry about it."

Cheng Che nodded, but the uneasiness in his heart still did not dissipate. He couldn't help asking: "Song Song, if I didn't graduate from ETH, I didn't have money, and I was just an ordinary athlete, would you still love me?"

The moment Wen Song heard these words, she suddenly became impatient. She really didn't understand why Cheng Che was always dwelling on these impossible problems.

Before, I asked her if she would still love him if he wasn't handsome anymore. Now I'm asking him if she would still love him if he was just an ordinary athlete. Why would I think about something that hasn't happened and won't happen?

She blurted out subconsciously, "Your question is as boring as those scientists who have so much free time that they are looking for habitable planets outside the solar system because the sun will explode in 50 billion years. No, it's even more boring."

When Cheng Che heard her words, his heart ached unconsciously. He loosened his arms slightly and lowered his head with a wry smile, saying softly, "I know."

"A Che." Wen Song knew that he must have overthought again, so she tried to explain to him patiently, "I just think that your assumption is completely untrue. First of all, if you were not in ETH and had no money, we would never have met in spitzingsee, and I would not have known you.

Even if I know you, I might just be watching the skiing competition at the Winter Olympics and notice that this Chinese athlete is pretty, so I'll take a second look at you. In that case, even if I'm attracted to you, it's just out of admiration, not liking, let alone love. Umm, it's just like my feelings for Jun Ze Oppa. "

"what?!"

Cheng Che originally thought that what she said made sense, and the uneasiness in his heart had mostly dissipated. However, when he heard her mention Skyline, he immediately got angry again. He pinched her waist as a punishment and said, "How dare you call him Oppa in front of me? Are you going to rebel?!"

"Stop it." Wen Song was ticklish, so he opened his hand. Then he realized that he had said the wrong thing, and leaned forward to kiss Cheng Che's cheek to comfort him.

"Oh, I'm just used to it, I just blurted it out, Oppa, I don't mean anything else. I'm just making an analogy to let you know that if I hadn't met you in real life, you would just be an ordinary skier to me. I would admire you, but I can't say whether I love you or not. I've never been with you, so how can I talk about love? Okay, don't be angry, then I'll call you hubby, okay? Don't be angry, my dear hubby."

"So you won't love me." Cheng Che was a little disappointed. "I thought you would love me no matter what I am like."

"But why would I inexplicably fall in love with someone I don't know at all!!!" Wen Song was almost driven crazy by Cheng Che's logic. She really wanted to open his skull to see what was in his head.

However, when I looked down and saw his slightly disappointed look, I smiled helplessly and said to him, "Okay, no matter who you are, whether you graduated from ETH or not, whether you have money or not, as long as you are Cheng Che, I will love you."

Cheng Che finally smiled and leaned close to her and asked, "What do you want for dinner? I'll make it now."

"Whatever." Wen Song felt a little tired and had no appetite. "Go ahead. I'll continue analyzing the experimental data."

After he left, Wen Song looked at the design sketch he left on the computer screen and lit a cigarette.

Ski resorts require ample lighting, but observation platforms cannot be built in areas with light pollution. No matter how hard we try, we cannot find a balance between the two.