I almost touched the moon

"Baby." Xia Ninghe's sweet and energetic voice came from the other end of the line. "I will be returning to China the day after tomorrow, and I want to treat you to a meal. Thanks to you for helping me revise my graduation thesis, otherwise I would not have graduated this year. But I don't have a visa to come to the UK, and tomorrow is Saturday. Do you have time to come back to Munich?"

Wen Song then realized that it was already Friday, and it had been almost a week since she and Cheng Che separated.

She had no idea how she had gotten through the week, she just locked herself in the office, writing research reports and papers day and night. Not only did she finish the research report this afternoon, she even finished the first draft of the paper ahead of schedule.

She still remembered her shocked tone when she sent the report to Eirlys on Wednesday, and her words, "Ilia, today is only Wednesday, don't you mean you won't finish it before the deadline?"

Wen Song smiled and said to her at that time, "Because I have nothing else to do."

She really didn't. After Cheng Che left, no one cooked for her. She was not used to takeout and was simply too lazy to eat. When she was really hungry, she would just eat a bagel to fill her stomach.

Moreover, she didn't want to go home. There were traces of Cheng Che everywhere in the house, and even the bed sheets smelled of him. She had nowhere to go except the college office.

She couldn't fall asleep, even with the help of sleeping pills and strong alcohol, she could barely sleep for four or five hours. But every night, she would dream of Cheng Che, dream of their past, dream of his tearful eyes when he left, and even dream of him returning to Oxford and telling her that it was just a momentary angry remark, how could he bear to leave her.

After waking up from a nightmare, she would feel dizzy and even more exhausted. Only when she was extremely exhausted could she sleep peacefully for a few hours without any dreams.

Wen Song was reluctant to return to Munich. Almost every corner of the city held memories of her and Cheng Che. She was afraid that she would run into him by chance in Munich, but she was even more afraid that she would not meet him.

However, she knew that Xia Ninghe was about to return to China and they might never meet again, so she couldn't refuse.

Wen Song sighed softly, but still agreed to her request, "Okay, I'll be back tomorrow afternoon and take you to the airport the day after tomorrow. Have you checked out of your apartment? Why don't you stay at my house?"

"Thank you, baby!" Xia Ninghe didn't seem to feel her loss, and said gratefully, "My house lease expires tomorrow, and the landlord said he can let me stay one more day, but it would be best if I could live in your house. Baby, I love you. Tomorrow night, I will treat you and Cheng Che to dinner."

"No need..." Wen Song's nose was sore, but he still said to Xia Ninghe, "We have broken up."

"What?!" Xia Ninghe was very surprised and obviously frightened. "What's going on? Didn't he mention you in the post-match interview and helped you clarify it later? What's wrong? What happened? Could it be that Cheng Che and someone... Damn it, I'm going to kill him!"

"No." Wen Song sighed, "It's a long story, I'll tell you when I come back."

When Wen Song returned to his home in Munich, he looked at this extremely familiar home and suddenly felt very lonely.

The furnishings in the house were the same as when she left. The housekeeper had someone clean up for her in advance, change the sheets and quilts, put new clothes in the cloakroom, and put food and her favorite drinks, alcohol, and ice cream in the refrigerator. Even the aromatherapy was still the brand and scent she always liked.

However, she always felt that the room was empty. She walked into the cloakroom, where there were two wardrobes, all filled with Cheng Che's clothes. Even on the sink in the bathroom, there were toothbrushes and cups for two people. She picked up the black toothbrush and was about to throw it into the trash can, but she took her hand back and put it back.

She was extremely tired and lay back on the bed. The quilt and sheets were new and there was no smell of Cheng Che on them, which made her even sadder.

"Songsong, you can't stay up late anymore. Look for yourself, your hair is all over the pillow and the sheets. The first thing I do every morning when I wake up is to clean your hair. If you keep going on like this, you might really become bald."

"It's okay, I can get a hair transplant. You won't stop loving me just because I'm bald, will you?"

"I still love you even if you become bald, but please stop staying up late, it's bad for your health."

She laid back on the pillow, closed her eyes, and let the tears flow.

Wen Song seemed to fall asleep in a daze. She dreamed of Cheng Che again, and dreamed that he asked her, "Have you ever loved me?" She repeated over and over again, "A Che, I love you very much," but he seemed not to hear her and turned away.

She woke up because of the doorbell. She even muttered subconsciously, "Why don't you bring the key again? Cheng Che is so annoying. Please stop disturbing my sleep."

As soon as the words fell, she came to her senses. How could it be Cheng Che?

The person who came was Xia Ninghe. As soon as she entered the room, she saw that Wen Song had lost a lot of weight and his face was extremely pale. He was already tall, but now he seemed like he would be blown down by the wind.

She burst into tears and hugged Wen Song, saying, "Baby! How could this happen? How did you become so thin? Is there no food to eat in England? Cheng Che, that bastard, I'm going to beat him to death!"

When Wen Song heard her words, his eyes also turned red, but he still smiled and said to her: "I'm fine, I'm just too tired recently. By the way, I bought you some gifts, the Sanrio lamb, but I didn't know which one you like, so I asked my friend to buy all of them."

After saying that, he pointed to a large box on the side and motioned Xia Ninghe to open it and take a look.

Xia Ninghe lost interest in her favorite lamb and hugged Wen Song and cried, "Baby, please leave me alone. Tell me what happened."

Wen Song sat on the sofa with her, opened a bottle of beer, and while drinking, he told her everything that happened between her and Cheng Che.

Finally, she cried and looked out the window at the dark night. It was a clear, cloudless night in Munich with a bright moon hanging high in the sky. She murmured, "What a nice day."

After hearing what she said, Xia Ninghe also sighed heavily, patted her shoulder and said, "Cheng Che still loves you."

"But he's still disappointed in me." Wen Song laughed self-deprecatingly, "I'm just like that. I can't fall in love."

"No, baby, you're fine." Xia Ninghe immediately comforted her. Seeing that she had drunk a lot of wine, he went to pour her a cup of hot water.

He sighed, touched her head and said, "But baby, you are also wrong. How could you say that to Cheng Che, asking him to join the German team? He is a national team athlete. If he joins the German team as soon as he wins the gold medal, he will be scolded to death."

"Why should he care what others say about him?" Wen Song was puzzled. "Why doesn't he just ignore it? Who can scold him in front of him? It's easier to scold him in front of him. Just scold him back."

"..."

Xia Ninghe was speechless for a moment. She had to admire Wen Song's logic. Her words seemed to make sense, but she always felt something was wrong and didn't know how to refute it.

"No baby, listen to me."

Xia Ninghe thought for a moment and said earnestly, "It's different in China and abroad. You may not understand. We have been taught since childhood to love our country and the collective. Collectivism is supreme. National team athletes not only represent themselves, but also represent the honor of the country. And even if we take a step back, changing nationality is not as simple as you think. Forget it, baby, let's not talk about this."

Wen Song nodded, his tone a little lost, "I know I shouldn't interfere in his affairs. He has his sense of honor, which I can't understand, but I respect him. I just feel that there are really big problems between him and me. I don't blame him for breaking up. This is his freedom and his right.

I just... you know the feeling, like the 221P I'm studying, it has a fixed orbit, and it won't go wrong along the orbit. It may be accelerated by Jupiter's gravity or its eccentricity may change slightly when it passes by Jupiter, but it doesn't matter. The only problem is that it hit the asteroid. "

"When I was working on this project, there was a moment when I felt as if I were 221P, captured by the sun's gravity and brought into the solar system. Those small celestial bodies in orbit are the problems between him and me. I can't solve all the problems. I don't have that ability. So there will definitely be problems between us."

"No, Ilia." Xia Ninghe did not agree with her opinion, "Relationships are not astrophysics. You can't look at these things with a physical mindset. Cheng Che is indeed very childish, but he really loves you very much and treats you very well. Besides, the two of you are together because he is just following your will."

"But I don't need him to accommodate me." Wen Song felt even more dizzy after hearing these words, and poured himself another glass of whiskey. "I don't need him to do anything for me. I hope the two of us can have enough personal space. I just want him to live for himself."

"But if everyone lives for themselves, how can love continue?" Xia Ninghe suddenly said something serious, "Because you only live for yourself forever, Cheng Che has to give your share as well, so he is tired. Cheng Che also grew up in a pampered life, but he has been accommodating you and taking care of you for you, so you should also be more considerate of him."

After hearing her words, Wen Song couldn't help but smile bitterly, lit a cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, looked at Xia Ninghe and asked back: "Am I not tired? Don't I understand him?"

Wen Song drank glass after glass of wine and soon became half drunk, with slightly red cheeks. "For two years, everyone has been telling me how devoted Cheng Che is to me and how much he loves me. His teammates even think that I must have burned incense to meet such a good boyfriend and even implied that I am not worthy of him. I know he is very good. He is an Olympic champion, handsome and rich. So what's wrong with me?"

Xia Ninghe took the wine from her glass and persuaded her softly, "I know that our Isseylia is the best. I'm not saying that you don't deserve him. Of course you do. I also think that he doesn't deserve you because he doesn't have as much education as you do. What I mean is, baby, you are both very good. It's because you are both too good that you are actually not mature in your relationship."

Wen Song continued crying and said: "I am also very tired. He is really childish and clingy. I don't like living with people, but I am willing to listen to him. Last August, he asked me to go with him to meet his family. I was afraid of such occasions, but I didn't want him to be sad, so I went with him.

I can accept all of this, but recently, it's really getting more and more annoying. First, there are always some of his suitors who come to provoke me for no reason. They like Cheng Che, so they go after him. When did I stop them?

Then, his friend’s girlfriend, another internet celebrity, and his fans took secret photos of me, which led to me being cyberbullied. I don’t even dare to make my Instagram public now. At that time, people sent me private messages to curse me every day.

I wanted to protect my own rights, so I hired a lawyer to send them to the detention center. As a result, Cheng Che blamed me for being too cruel because of his friend, saying that I shouldn't let anyone do that in the detention center. I didn't let anyone do that. Even if I did, what right does he have to blame me? I am the victim. "

"You think differently..." Xia Ninghe said silently, "Cheng Che also did it for his friends."

Wen Song showed a bleak smile and said to Xia Ninghe: "This is the problem between him and me. Our thinking is too different. It's better to separate. I hope he is really happy."

Xia Ninghe hugged Wen Song and let her lean on his shoulder. He let her tears wet his clothes and couldn't help sighing.

Both of them are the chosen ones of heaven and are the center of attention. Because of this, the only setbacks they suffer come from their emotions, which is why they magnify those seemingly simple little problems infinitely.