I almost touched the moon

Wen Song was already irritable, and she became even more upset when she heard Cheng Che's question. She sighed, sat on a chair, lit a cigarette, and tried to calm herself down a little.

Ever since she started dating Cheng Che, she knew that he didn't like the smell of cigarettes and hadn't smoked in front of him for a long time. But this time, she smoked one cigarette after another right in front of him.

When she lit up her third cigarette, Cheng Che walked up to her, snatched the cigarette from her hand, put it out, looked down at her, and asked in a deep voice: "Answer me, have you ever loved me?"

The smell of smoke did not calm Wen Song down, but made her even more upset. She sighed again and looked up at him with a cold gaze.

"I don't know what I haven't done enough in the past two years. Why do you still ask me if I have ever loved you? If I haven't loved you, then why am I with you?"

"How can you make me believe that you love me?" Cheng Che sat on the sofa opposite her, holding his forehead with his hand and letting out a long sigh.

"Over the years, I have never been the most important in your heart. You are more important than me, your studies are more important than me, and your friends are more important than me. I will always be the one who can be ignored by you."

"So what do you want me to do?" Wen Song asked back, "Cheng Che, haven't I done enough for you? I was really busy during your Olympics. In order to come to Sapporo to watch your game, I almost lived in the college for a whole month and slept no more than 4 hours a day.

As a result, after the competition, you asked me why I had to write a paper while you were competing. Is there any way I can not write a paper? Your Winter Olympics is important, but my research and my degree are not important? Do you think it is easy for me to study for a PhD? "

"Yes, it's not easy. I know you've been working hard."

Cheng Che looked at her and asked the question he had always had: "But you also said that you don't have any dreams, and you don't like astrophysics that much. You just studied for a PhD because you didn't know what to do besides studying. So why make yourself so hard?"

Wen Song couldn't help but sneer after hearing his words: "Oh, what a noble speech. Yes, I'm not as ambitious as you, and I don't have the ambition to be a physicist. But because I don't have a dream, does that mean what I do is unimportant? Am I not worthy of doing this thing perfectly?"

"No need to mock me." Cheng Che couldn't help but sneer, "When I was practicing the double cork 1800 backwards, you said much more harsh words than this."

"So are you going to bring up old issues with me now?" Wen Song asked. "I apologized to you for this two years ago. Whether you wanted to practice double cork 1800 or 1980, did I ever object to you? All I've always told you is not to overtrain, protect yourself, and don't get hurt."

"But you also know that in my heart, nothing is more important than you." Cheng Che said, and there was even a hint of tears in his tone.

"As long as you say one word, I will listen to you even if you ask me to give up the Winter Olympics. Because you were unhappy, I left the team privately during the Winter Olympics and came to Oxford to find you. As a result, I did not attend the closing ceremony and commendation meeting, and was scolded by my leader.

If I hadn’t just won a gold medal and there was no one in China who could replace me in the Slopestyle event, I would have been kicked out of the national team. But I don’t think it matters. Even if I can’t participate in the Winter Olympics again, you are the most important. If you are not happy, I won’t be happy even if I won the Olympic championship.”

Wen Song heard his words, but she didn't feel any joy at all, she just felt a huge pressure and was very tired. She knew Cheng Che loved her more than anything else, but his love was too heavy, and she couldn't give him the same response.

She let out a soft sigh, lowered her head and remained silent for a long time. When she looked up at him, tears were in her eyes.

"But I've told you many times that you have your own life. I want you to be free and you don't need to accommodate me. We are two independent individuals and we have our own lives. I never ask you to give up anything for me."

She walked forward, gently embraced the fragile and silent man in front of her, lowered her head and kissed his eyebrows, "A Che, you really don't have to do this for me, as long as you are happy."

"But the happiness I want can only be given to me by you."

Cheng Che also hugged her tightly, holding her very tightly, as if she would definitely leave if he let go even a little.

Wen Song fell into a deeper silence after hearing his words, and even her arms around him loosened a little. What else could she do to respond to his love and expectations? She was really exhausted.

Cheng Che sensed her hesitation, let her go, and finally said, "You promised me that we would go to a concert together today. The Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra is holding a concert at Albert Hall today, and it will include your favorite Bach Violin Sonata in C Major. I have been waiting for you at Albert Hall for more than two hours since one o'clock."

"Oh, no sorry." Wen Song then realized that he and Cheng Che seemed to have something to do today, but he was too busy these days and completely forgot about this matter.

"The comet we observed disintegrated, so we can only add a new research topic. I have been busy with this matter for the past few days and have not even slept much. I finally finished it around 8 o'clock this morning. I went home to sleep as soon as I left the office. My phone was muted, so I didn't see your message. Sorry, can we go next time?"

After listening to her explanation, Cheng Che was helpless. What could he do? The only thing he could do was to express his understanding.

"I know, but I'll be disappointed too."

He sighed and said, "No matter how busy I am with training, even during the Winter Olympics, I will always make time to be with you. I don't ask you to take time to accompany me to the concert, but if you can't come, you should at least tell me, right? But you can't even do that. You are important, your research is important, I understand all that, but what about me? What do I mean to you?"

"Could you please stop being unreasonable?"

Wen Song walked back to the desk and sat down, repeating to him once again: "Cheng Che, I apologize for not informing you in advance and making you wait for so long. I am really sorry. I really forgot everything at that time. But I never asked you to accompany me during training or competitions. Even if you don't contact me for several weeks, I will not complain. So why are you angry with me now? I am really tired."

After hearing her words, Cheng Che's thoughts almost came out.

"Of course you won't complain, because I'm not important to you at all. Even if one day I really break up with you, will you be sad? Will it have any impact on your life?"

"No." Wen Song blurted out without thinking, "In this world, there is no one who can't live without another person. So if you really want to leave me, what can I do? I respect you."

Wen Song knew that if she thought about it for a moment, she would know that the answer in her heart was completely different from what she said. Even if it was just a brief thought, she couldn't face the fact that one day she would completely lose Cheng Che.

But what else could she do? The conflict between them seemed irreconcilable and she could not meet his expectations. In that case, why should she force him to stay by her side and torture each other?

Then there was a longer silence. I don’t know how long it was before the wind and rain outside the window became stronger and stronger. Hail hit the window, making a noisy sound.

Wen Song didn't like the more than 200 rainy days in the UK each year. She hated the cold wind, rain, and hail. Therefore, she just wanted to finish her studies and leave as soon as possible.

"Iseylia..." Cheng Che's voice broke the silence. He called her, using the name iseylia.

The moment she heard the name, she had roughly guessed his intention.

She raised her head with a calm look, but she was actually already in a panic. If Cheng Che observed her a little, he would find that her left hand was clenched into a fist, and her palm was painful from her fingernails.

"let's break up."

He still spoke out, his tone was low and he seemed exceptionally calm.