I almost touched the moon

On Friday, Wen Song glanced at the calendar and found that it was already March 3th, and Cheng Che's birthday was less than two weeks away.

She glanced at her research project and found that most of it had been completed. She only needed to write a data analysis report and a research report to finish it. If she worked hard for the next few days, she should be able to finish it before Cheng Che's birthday.

Thinking of this, she finished work early and went home, wanting to take advantage of the weekend to have a good rest and spend some time with Cheng Che.

Back home, Cheng Che was still drawing designs in the study. She knew that he was determined to apply for a master's degree in Oxford, so she didn't force him. Although she knew that Cheng Che's behavior was unnecessary, she thought that as long as he came to Oxford, they could spend every day and night together next year, so there was nothing wrong with that.

Hearing her return home, Cheng Che walked downstairs in surprise and asked, "Why are you back at just after four?"

Wen Song took off his coat and threw it aside, stretched and said, "Today's task is completed. I will be very busy starting next week, so I came back early."

He handed him another letter: "Your letter, sent from the German Freestyle Skiing Team, was originally sent to my home in Munich, but since you were not there, Filbert sent it to me."

Cheng Che did not open the letter but threw it aside. He then placed Wen Song's bag and coat on the sofa and clothes rack respectively and said to her, "Are you hungry? I'll go cook for you."

"A little bit." Wen Song nodded with a smile, "I want to eat beef brisket stewed with tomatoes and boiled shrimp."

"Okay, I'll go cook."

Wen Song looked at the letter and asked curiously, "Why don't you open it?"

Cheng Che said as he cut the beef: "I guess they are just inviting me to their event again and want me to join them. I don't want to pay attention."

Wen Song nodded, without saying anything more, took an ice cream from the refrigerator, and said while eating: "I prepared a surprise for you, you must love it."

"What is it, baby?" Cheng Che asked with some curiosity, smiling.

"Ting ting～～" Wen Song opened his mobile phone and showed him two air ticket orders.

"I calculated that as long as I only sleep three hours a day starting from Monday, I can finish my project before March 3. I have to go to ESA for a meeting on March 3, and the next morning we will fly from Paris to Singapore, and then transfer to Cairns. I have also booked a hotel, and I want to take you to see the Heart Reef of the Great Barrier Reef. And after this project is finished, I will have spring break, and I can accompany you back to China to live for a while."

Cheng Che was not happy when he heard her plan. He said helplessly, "I'm sorry, sister. I don't have an Australian visa. If I go to apply for it now, I don't know if it will be in time."

"Ah..." Wen Song suddenly realized and laughed dryly, "Yes, you need a visa, I forgot about it. Can it be expedited?"

Cheng Che checked the time and immediately called the consulate. He said to Wen Song helplessly, "The embassy staff said that it would take at least 10 working days. Sorry, baby, can we go a few days later? The transfer is too tiring. Let's charter a plane and I'll pay for it."

Wen Song sighed and said, "But then it won't be your birthday..."

"It's okay." Cheng Che rubbed her head and said, "As long as my sister is with me, I'm happy no matter where I am. And aren't you going to Paris on the 10th? How about spending my birthday with me in Paris? I've wanted to go to Paris with you before."

Wen Song wanted to say, "What's there to see in Paris this season?" But seeing Cheng Che's expectant look, he nodded, "Okay, let's go to Paris together."

She suggested, "How about we go to Gibraltar after we come back from Paris? We can also sunbathe there. I really want to sunbathe."

Cheng Che was embarrassed and shook his head, saying, "No, baby, my UK visa expires on March 3th, so after I go to Paris, I have to go back to Munich to apply for it again. Don't worry, it will be quick, and I can get the visa in a week at most."

"Ah?" Wen Song showed a speechless expression, "Why do you need a visa to go anywhere?"

Inadvertently, she saw the letter sent by the German ski team to Cheng Che, and said half jokingly and half seriously: "Why don't you join the German team?"

Cheng Che was stunned for a moment, and stopped cutting vegetables. He looked at her and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Wen Song smiled, and actually began to analyze the situation for him in a serious manner: "First of all, you don't need to train in Europe at your own expense anymore. Secondly, no one will target you anymore, and no one will scold you for changing your dress for the opening ceremony. Most importantly, you won't have visa requirements anymore."

This was the first time that Cheng Che felt her smile was so dazzling. When would she be able to understand her own heart instead of always standing in her own perspective and saying things that she thought were correct?

"So, in your opinion, these reasons are enough for me to give up my Chinese nationality, leave the national team and join the German team?" Cheng Che's voice was a little angry and his tone was much stiffer.

Wen Song didn't understand why he was inexplicably angry again. He blinked and looked at him and said, "Any problem? Isn't this enough?"

"Songsong..." Cheng Che sighed and said to her earnestly, "I joined the national team when I was sixteen, and it has been almost seven years. At first my father refused to agree, but Director Xu, who is in charge of freeski, came to my house again and again to talk to my father, and finally convinced him to let me join the national team.

He also told my dad that I didn't need to train like other athletes, I just needed to participate in competitions when I had time. Thanks to him, I was able to become a professional athlete, otherwise I would have been just a skiing enthusiast at best.

When I didn't have any achievements before, the team always valued me. Because of my studies, I didn't participate in any competitions three years ago and missed the Winter Olympics. Director Xu not only didn't blame me, but also encouraged me to not have pressure and focus on studying. At that time, Deputy Director Sun was very dissatisfied with me, and he also stepped in to help me solve the problem.

Others were also very nice to me, including our head coach Corrima, coach Mitchell, team leader Liu, and Shuning, Jiang Xu, and Zilang. They were all very nice to me, and I didn’t want to be a rival to them. So, sister, I was in the Chinese team, so I had the opportunity to become an athlete and participate in the Winter Olympics. How could I leave just for a better salary after having achieved a little success?

He saw that she still had a confused look in her eyes, and he also understood that it was harder for her to empathize with him than to climb to the sky. He put the cut vegetables into the pot, turned his back to her, sighed and said, "Forget it, don't talk about this anymore."

"Sorry Roche." Wen Song also realized that he seemed to have said something wrong and walked over to him to explain.

"I'm not demanding you or forcing you to join German citizenship. Just in my view, I thought it might be better. I'm sorry I didn't put myself in your shoes. But trust me, I have no intention to interfere in your career or make decision for you. I just want you to be happy. "

(I am not asking or forcing you to take German citizenship. It is just that in my opinion, I think it would be better. I am sorry that I did not think about you. But believe me, I have no intention of interfering in your career or making decisions for you. I just want you to be happy.)

Cheng Che was not happy after hearing her words, but became more annoyed. He turned off the fire and continued to say with his back to her: "Do you know that I really don't like you speaking long English or German when chatting with me? Don't you know Chinese?"

"Why are you so angry?" Wen Song also thought he was weird. "I just thought of English at that time, so I said it. Don't you understand?"

"Yes, I can understand." Cheng Che continued to say dissatisfiedly, "But is it necessary? I know you are very good at English and German, but your Chinese is sometimes weird. But can you try to speak Chinese when you talk to me in the future? My English is not as good as yours, and it is tiring to listen to it."

"Ok, I will." Wen Song blurted out habitually, but when he saw the bulging veins on Cheng Che's hands due to anger, he immediately changed his words.

"I said, OK, I will try to speak only Chinese in front of you in the future, but I don't know the Chinese meaning of some words. Can you please be considerate of me? After I went to Switzerland at the age of 12, I only used Chinese when chatting with Xuanyan and others. My Chinese level has really deteriorated. I didn't speak English on purpose to embarrass you."

"I know." Cheng Che also realized that he shouldn't lose his temper. He turned on the gas stove again and continued cooking. He softened his tone and said, "You go and rest first. I'll call you when the meal is ready."

Wen Song nodded tactfully and went up to the study on the second floor, smoking one cigarette after another. She became more and more aware that the conflict between her and Cheng Che was getting bigger and bigger. She wanted to make amends, but she didn't know where to start.