I almost touched the moon

At six o'clock in the evening, Wen Song appeared at the door of the restaurant on time. She was dressed casually, with a simple gray T-shirt and jeans under her white down jacket, sneakers and a baseball cap, looking very youthful and energetic.

However, compared to her, Cheng Che was a little too refined, wearing a black haute couture suit and with his hair carefully done. He seemed a little out of place in the slightly crowded and old shop.

"There's no need to dress so extravagantly. I'm not here to date you." Wen Song saw through his thoughts and said coldly.

Cheng Che smiled faintly and handed her the menu, "Of course it's not, I've been waiting for five years."

"But I haven't seen you come to see me once in the past five years." Wen Song thought what he said was a little ridiculous. Since he had waited for five years, how could he just ignore it?

"Sister, how do you know I didn't come to see you?" Cheng Che couldn't help but sigh and said with a forced smile, "I was afraid you didn't want to see me."

"You're right. I really don't want to see you."

Her tone and demeanor remained indifferent. She was dissatisfied with Cheng Che's indifference over the past five years, and she didn't like him suddenly appearing in her life. She had finally decided to let it go, so why should he bother her again?

When she lowered her head, Wen Song saw the ring on Cheng Che's left ring finger, the ring she had personally given him six years ago. She subconsciously bit her lower lip, turned her head away, and called the waiter to order.

The aunt in the restaurant had some gray hair. She was obviously surprised when she saw Wen Song and Cheng Che. She smiled and said, "It's been a long time since we last met. I'm finally here with my boyfriend again. What do you want to eat today?"

"Thank you, auntie, but he's not my boyfriend. He's my student's brother." Wen Song smiled and replied in Korean, "One serving of kimchi and tofu soup, less kimchi."

Then he looked at Cheng Che and said, "Order whatever you want to eat."

When Cheng Che heard her words, he felt lost for a moment, but soon smiled again and said to his aunt, "I also want a portion of kimchi tofu soup, a portion of cheese fried chicken, a portion of seafood pancake without green onions, and two bottles of Franziskaner, thank you."

"A bottle of Franziskaner." Wen Song interrupted him, "I don't drink. I want to drive."

"I'll ask the driver to take you home." Cheng Che said with a smile, "One bottle is fine, I don't drink, I'll drive my baby home."

"Cheng Che." Wen Song said coldly with a gloomy face, "Be careful with your address. You can call me Iseylia, Doctor Iseylia, Professor Iseylia, or anything else, but don't call me something that can easily lead to misunderstandings."

"Okay, Professor Iseylia." Cheng Che said helplessly, "I didn't expect that my status this time would be worse than the first time. At that time you said I was a friend, but now I have become the brother of your student."

"You can understand Korean now?" Wen Song was a little surprised. He was not only surprised that he could understand Korean, but also that he could still remember the conversation from seven years ago.

"After we separated, I wanted to understand what you were like. When I was cleaning up our study, I saw your notes written in Korean, so I learned it. I can understand some simple conversations, but I can't speak."

Cheng Che felt a little sad. He looked at her and slowly said, "Songsong, I'm sorry..."

"You didn't do anything wrong, why bother to apologize to me." Wen Song smiled faintly and stopped being angry with him. "You have your freedom, and I respect you."

"What if I say I regret it?"

When Cheng Che said this, he actually cried in a subtle way. For the past five years, he had been waiting for the day to reunite with her. He had thought about her reactions when they met again. She would be angry, sad, or happy, but he had never thought that she would be so calm and indifferent.

"That's your freedom." Wen Song continued to look at him and smile, "but it has nothing to do with me."

Soon, the waiter served the dishes. Cheng Che picked up a piece of chicken wing for Wen Song and said, "Try it. This is your favorite cheese fried chicken."

"Thank you, but no thanks." Wen Song didn't touch the chicken wing. He just poured the rice into the kimchi soup and took a bite. It was finally the most familiar taste. He said calmly, "I don't like fried food at night."

"I remember that you used to like eating fried chicken after finishing your paper in the middle of the night." Cheng Che said with a smile, "You also liked to drink iced cola with it. No matter how I told you it was unhealthy, you wouldn't listen and even insisted on dragging me to eat with you."

Wen Song frowned subconsciously when he heard his words, and said bluntly: "Cheng Che, do you know what I hate most about you? You are talking to yourself. Five years ago, you decided that I didn't love you and had to break up with me. Five years later, I was about to forget about it, but you inexplicably appeared in my life again, pretending that nothing had happened. I thought you would have changed in the past five years, but you haven't. You are still as naive as before, and you don't consider my situation and feelings at all."

After that, she stood up from the chair, picked up her coat and said, "I'm not hungry anymore, I'm leaving first."

"Wait a moment." Cheng Che also stood up, held her hand, and said softly, "I'm sorry, can you finish your meal first? You must have missed lunch, this is not good for your stomach."

"It has nothing to do with you." Wen Song shook off his hand and walked straight out, resisting the urge to look back. If he looked back now, what would be the difference from five years ago.

Cheng Che followed immediately after paying the bill, holding her hand and whispering, "Songsong, I'm sorry, if you don't want to eat kimchi soup, can I go home and cook for you? Don't skip meals, it's not good for your health."

"I told you it has nothing to do with you." Wen Song really thought it was ridiculous. "Cheng Che, we don't have any relationship now. To me, you are just the brother of one of my students. I had dinner with you because I thought maybe we could still be friends, but now I don't think it's necessary."

"I'm sorry..." Cheng Che didn't know what else he could say except sorry. "I love you"? If he said that, Wen Song would definitely leave immediately.

When Wen Song heard his voice, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he turned around and looked at him and said, "A Che, let's go to my car and talk, but you only have 10 minutes."

"it is good."

The moment Cheng Che opened the car door, he saw her passenger seat piled with documents and couldn't help but laugh, "You're still the same."

Wen Song didn't say anything, but put the documents on the back seat and said to him, "Sit down."

She lit a cigarette, but also rolled down the window and stuck the cigarette out the window to prevent the smoke from staying in the car.

Cheng Che looked at her smoking. He originally disliked her smoking the most, but now he missed it terribly. Even the smell of her cigarettes made him addicted.

"How have you been these past five years?" Cheng Che looked at her thin face and felt a little distressed.

"Very good." Wen Song said with a smile, "Did you see that pile of documents? The Venus probe I participated in developing has just completed detailed design and is preparing to enter production assembly. Now it is the final inspection work. I am very busy."

Hearing her tone, Cheng Che couldn't help but laugh, "Is it not finished yet? I remember you started working on this project six years ago."

"At that time, it was just the preliminary design, which took two years, and the detailed design took three years. There are still many things to do later, and it will probably take another 5 to 8 years before it can be launched into space." Wen Song explained casually while smoking.

"I still remember that you told me at that time that when the probe was launched, you would invite me to watch the launch on site. Do I still have this opportunity now?" Cheng Che asked tentatively.

"I don't know." Wen Song smiled, "It's also possible that the project was stopped midway due to insufficient funds. You didn't come to me to talk about this, did you?"

She glanced at her watch and said, "You have eight minutes."

Cheng Che handed her the bag and said pitifully, "Why did you give it back to me? You said you would keep it and would not throw it away."

"Didn't you also say that you would never separate from me?" Wen Song smiled helplessly, "If your girlfriend knew that I kept such an expensive set of jewelry, and you still came to see me today, I would not make trouble with you."

"What girlfriend?" Cheng Che looked confused. "Songsong, what are you talking about? If I have a girlfriend, it would only be you, but you don't want me anymore..."

"Ok, I know." Wen Song knew that Cheng Che would not lie, and he also understood that everything five years ago was just a rumor. He nodded and said, "But you should take the jewelry back. I don't want to owe you a favor."

"Then do I have to return all the rings, skis, clothes, and other things you gave me?" Cheng Che's eyes were filled with tears, and he almost cried out loud, "I don't want to, I can't bear to give them up."

"Whatever you want." Wen Song stopped insisting, "There are still 4 minutes left."

"I miss you so much." Cheng Che looked at her indifferent expression and tried to organize his words. "Five years ago, I was too naive and didn't understand how much you loved me and how much you had given me. When I realized all this and wanted to come back to find you, I found that you were doing very well, happier than when you were with me. It seems that I really can't do anything for you, but can only cause you trouble. So, I didn't come back to find you.

I came to your class today because Xuan told me that you were her professor, very pretty, very good, but a little strict. I remember you told me at that time that you wanted to be a professor. Over the years, I have been wondering what you would be like after becoming a professor. After seeing you today, I found that you are the same as I thought. I don’t have to keep you by my side, and I don’t expect you to forgive me. It doesn’t matter whether you love me now or not. I just hope you are happy. Seeing that you are doing well, I feel relieved. "

After hearing his words, Wen Song couldn't help crying. She suddenly wanted to say to him, "If you came back earlier, maybe we could still go back."

But now, there is really no going back...

Wen Song lit another cigarette, ignoring the time, just smoking silently and falling into deep thought.

When the second cigarette was finished, she finally turned around, looked at Cheng Che and said, "Ah Che, were you at my doctoral graduation ceremony three years ago?"