I almost touched the moon

Wen Song didn’t know how long she had slept before she woke up to the sound of a sharp doorbell. She ignored it, covered her head with the quilt, and continued to sleep in the bed.

Unexpectedly, the doorbell rang louder and louder, with no sign of stopping, making her feel palpitations and headaches. Helplessly, she could only get up from the bed and go downstairs to open the door.

The person standing at the door was none other than Cheng Che. He was wearing a Burberry black long Kensington trench coat, black slim-fit suit pants and black leather shoes, and he had his hair done, looking exceptionally refined and elegant.

Wen Song found it a bit strange. Why did this man dress so nicely and ring her doorbell? He also had a gloomy face, even gloomier than the rainy day with hail falling outside.

She didn't say anything, but opened the door to let him in. She then went back to the bedroom, fell on the bed and continued to sleep.

When Cheng Che saw her like this, he knew that she must have completely forgotten what she was going to do today. Seeing that her house was in a mess, he frowned even more.

Not only were there shoes placed in a mess at the entrance, but clothes and bags were also piled haphazardly on the sofa in the living room, and on the coffee table there were only cigarette butts and empty beer cans.

There were only a few damp croissants on the dining table. He opened the refrigerator and took a look. The juice, fruits and vegetables he bought for her before leaving England had become moldy and rotten, obviously having not been touched for a long time.

In the study, the desk was even more messy, with various documents, draft papers and books scattered all over the floor, and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts.

He sighed softly, took off his coat and started to clean up the room for her. When he was cleaning the desk, he happened to see the draft papers with densely written formulas and calculation steps, and felt helpless for a moment. She was indeed very good and worked hard enough, but she always ignored him.

He remembered that Wen Song once told him that there were about 200 billion known stars in the Milky Way, and each star had a galaxy similar to the solar system. In the vast sky, the earth was so small that it could not be seen at all, and the people on earth were even more insignificant than the dust in the universe.

What she pursues is the starry sky, so how could she care about such an insignificant person like him.

Wen Song slept until the evening, and when he woke up, he still felt a little dizzy. He walked downstairs sleepily and smelled the familiar smell of beef brisket stewed with tomatoes.

On the kitchen gas stove, in the red enamel pot, there is the aroma of stewed beef and tomatoes, with a slightly sour smell that makes people's appetite increase.

Cheng Che was wearing a black shirt with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms with blue veins running across them, making him look even sexier.

Wen Song walked behind him, put his arms around his waist, smiled against his back, and said softly, "Thank you."

"Are you awake?" Cheng Che still couldn't be happy after hearing her words. She really had forgotten everything.

"Hmm..." Wen Song nodded, his voice still a little tired, "I feel dizzy, I'll go take a shower first."

When she finished her shower and returned to the restaurant, Cheng Che had already prepared the meal. On the table was a plate of beef brisket stewed with tomatoes, a glass of orange juice, a dish of washed strawberries and peeled honey pomelo, and a plate of fresh mushroom hearts.

"It smells so good." Wen Song sat down at the dining table, picked up a piece of beef and took a bite. It still had the familiar taste, just the right tomato flavor, and it didn't make her feel sour. It was delicious.

"It's delicious. Fortunately you came, otherwise I would really starve to death." Wen Song saw that he still had a gloomy face and asked curiously, "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

"It's okay." Cheng Che said calmly, and served her another bowl of rice, "You eat first."

"What's wrong?" Wen Song continued to ask, "You've dressed up so beautifully and come all the way here just to cook for me?"

"It's really okay." Cheng Che rubbed his temple, sighed softly and said, "I'm a little tired."

"Okay." Wen Song knew that he must have some little emotions again, but he just refused to say it and had to wait for her to guess. She was also a little annoyed, so she just lowered her head to eat and ignored him.

Unlike before, this time Cheng Che neither picked vegetables for her nor forced her to eat carrots. He just sat opposite her, watching her eat quietly without saying a word.

Wen Song did not ask. They had always been like this these days, staring at each other in silence. She thought of the shirt with lipstick marks on the back that he wore before he left England, and she felt irritated for no reason.

She knew that there were big problems between them, but she didn't know how to solve them, nor did she have the energy to solve them. The comet that had deviated from its orbit and hit Jupiter had already consumed all her energy.

The meal made both of them inexplicably angry, Cheng Che because of her indifference, and Wen Song because of his silence and neglect.

After dinner, Cheng Che helped her put the dishes into the dishwasher and clean the table as usual, without letting her move.

She looked at the plate of fresh mushroom hearts that she had barely touched, which he had dumped into the trash can. She sighed and said, "I didn't mean to not eat it...it's because the tomato beef stew is so delicious..."

"It's okay." His voice was still a little cold, "If you don't want to eat, then don't eat."

"Ah Che, why did you come here suddenly today and why didn't you bring your keys?"

After Cheng Che finished cleaning the table, they sat on the sofa together. However, Cheng Che did not sit close to her as usual. Instead, he sat on the sofa on her left, looking at her quietly, as if waiting for her to speak first.

She asked him first.

Cheng Che glanced at her and asked, "Don't you know why I came to England today?"

"Didn't you say before that your UK visa was about to expire and you had to go back to Germany to apply for a new one? How come it was done so quickly?"

"Hmm." Cheng Che said "hmm" and felt even more resentful.

"Oh, it's good." Wen Song stretched, put her feet on his legs, and took the initiative to give in and act coquettishly, "Then you can accompany me. When I finish this project, I can have a holiday. Let's go to Sardinia. Didn't we want to go there before?"

Cheng Che didn't say anything. When he looked down at her, his eyes were filled with disappointment and helplessness.