I almost touched the moon

When no one answered the call to Wen Song, Cheng Che got up from the bed somewhat dejectedly, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.

Was everything that happened last night really just the result of hormones? But he knew very well that Wen Song was not the kind of person who would be overwhelmed by hormones.

"She must be afraid of disturbing me, so she didn't tell me." Cheng Che comforted himself and felt much better. He also helped Wen Song clean up.

When he saw the two wardrobes in the cloakroom where his clothes were neatly arranged, he suddenly laughed, "You say one thing and mean another, it's still the same as always." He didn't say it, but his actions never stopped.

After leaving Wen Song's house, Cheng Che went straight to the University of Munich and found her office through the information on the official website. However, when he arrived, he found that the office door was locked.

He felt something was strange and called Cheng Xuan. Cheng Xuan's tone on the other end of the phone was very surprised, "Brother, you finally remembered me. Where did you go last night and why didn't you come back all night? Wow, did you find a sister-in-law for me? Then I must tell mom, she will definitely reward me."

"Don't talk nonsense." Cheng Che asked, "Are you in school?"

"I'm at home." Cheng Xuan yawned, "I don't have classes today."

"No class?" Cheng Che asked in confusion, "Iseylia doesn't have class today?"

He clearly remembered that he had checked Cheng Xuan's class schedule before and found that Wen Song had a lecture every Monday and Tuesday.

"She changed her class." Cheng Xuan also felt it was a bit strange. "Brother, why are you asking this? You are not attracted to her, are you? No, brother, don't be fooled by her pretty face. She is very scary! If she were my sister-in-law, I would not live anymore!"

Cheng Che said unhappily in his heart, "Then you'd better not live", but when he thought that Wen Song didn't want Cheng Xuan to know about their relationship, he swallowed his words.

He thought for a moment and said, "I'm just asking casually. Her class is very interesting and I'm interested in it too. Wait for me at home. I have something to tell you."

Cheng Che was unwilling to ask others where Wen Song had gone. He still clearly remembered that seven years ago Wen Song had told him not to ask others about her whereabouts, as she really didn't like such behavior.

However, he couldn't help but worry about where she had gone without saying a word.

When I got home, Cheng Xuan was playing VR games in the living room, startling and making some noise.

Cheng Che said dissatisfiedly: "If you don't have classes today, can you read a book by yourself? Next month is exam week, don't fail again."

"It doesn't matter." Cheng Xuan said while playing the game, "I can't pass it even if I learn it."

"..."

Cheng Che suddenly felt that Wen Song was quite gentle and kind. If Cheng Xuan was his student, he would definitely not be able to help but beat him up.

Cheng Xuan finished playing the game and went to the refrigerator to get a bag of fruit juice. When Cheng Che saw the bag of juice, he suddenly laughed, "Why do you also like to drink this Caprisun?"

He remembered that it was Wen Song's favorite drink. She could drink a box of it a day. It was listed as a smoking cessation tool along with Haribo gummy bears. At that time, in addition to beer and mineral water, the most popular thing in the refrigerator at home was this juice.

Even after she left, the housekeeper kept the habit of filling the refrigerator with orange-flavored caprisuns, keeping them until they expired, and then replacing them with a new batch.

"It's delicious." Cheng Xuan took out another bag from the refrigerator, handed it to Cheng Che and said, "Brother, do you want some?"

Cheng Che waved his hands reflexively and said, "No, this has too much sugar." However, the next second he took the drink from Cheng Xuan and took a sip. It was really sweet, and he still couldn't get used to such a greasy sweet taste.

"What do you want to tell me?" Cheng Xuan asked curiously, "Do I really have a sister-in-law? That's great, the Guanyin Bodhisattva that grandma prayed for has appeared, and someone finally wants you, an old cabbage."

"You're the old cabbage!" Cheng Che patted him on the back of his head, "Send me a copy of your latest class schedule."

"What?" Cheng Xuan was as if facing a great enemy. "Brother, I didn't skip class. I really never skip class."

"I don't care if you skip classes or not." Cheng Che looked at him unhappily and said, "Why should I care about you since you are already in graduate school? Your studies are your own. If you don't work hard, no one can help you. I have other uses. Just send me some money and don't meddle in my business."

Cheng Xuan suddenly noticed the red mark on Cheng Che's neck and "tsk tsk" several times in a row, "Wow, what did you do last night? Tell me quickly, or I'll complain to my parents that you didn't come home all night last night, and when you came home today, there was a kiss mark on your neck. You must have been with some beautiful woman."

"If you don't want to send it, then don't send it." Cheng Che stood up from the sofa and prepared to go upstairs to the bedroom. "It's up to you to tell my parents, but you have to pay rent to live in my house. 5000 Euros a month, it's not much."

"Cheng Che, you are not a human being!!!" Cheng Xuan protested while lying on the sofa, "You stingy old man, no wonder you can't find a girlfriend!"

"Ah Xuan." Cheng Che walked up to Cheng Xuan with a smile and said, "I originally bought you an apartment near the school because it would be inconvenient for you to go to school living at my house. But since you said I'm stingy, I'll let Assistant Liu back out. Oh, and you said I can't find a girlfriend, so you should worry about yourself."

"Brother." Cheng Xuan immediately smiled happily, "I'm just kidding, don't take it seriously, my dear brother. I'll send you the class schedule right now. It's just a class schedule. I'll give you all my papers if you want them."

Cheng Che glanced at him, a little speechless, "I don't want your thesis."

After Cheng Xuan sent him the paper, he earnestly warned him, "Brother, if you think Iseylia's class is interesting and you want to audit it, or if you think she's pretty and you want to take a closer look, that's fine. But don't be so desperate as to pursue her. She's a scary woman, and she doesn't look straight.

I heard from my classmate that the graduate student she supervised last year, a girl, confessed to her and seemed to be rejected. But Si Yao said that she has a boyfriend and you have no chance. No, she is not gay. Brother, anyway, stay away from her. "

"Cheng Xuan." Cheng Che was a little displeased, and said in a deep voice, "Talking about the teacher's privacy behind his back and making unfounded nonsense. Is this what my grandfather and I taught you?"

"No, I just said it casually." Cheng Xuan knew he had said something wrong, and said angrily, "Okay, I was wrong, but I'm doing this for your own good. I don't want you to fall into this trap. A PhD from TUM has been pursuing her for many years. He's so handsome, tall and handsome, taller than you, a typical German handsome guy. In the end, Iseylia didn't respond at all. I felt sorry for that handsome guy."

"Is he as handsome as me?" Cheng Che asked this question out of nowhere. But he was secretly happy in his heart. Even if he was more handsome than him, so what? Wen Song didn't like him either.

"Are you handsome?" Cheng Xuan looked at him and asked disapprovingly.

I couldn't help but ask again, "Brother, you're not really in love with Iseylia, are you? Forget it. An academic giant like her wouldn't have the time to date. Iseylia is currently in charge of the theoretical guidance of the ESA planetary probe development. She also has to attend classes and do research. How can she have time for a relationship?"

Although he had heard about Wen Song's academic achievements over the years, Cheng Che still felt proud when he heard Cheng Xuan say all this. This was the Iseylia he was most familiar with, who kept striving for perfection, always focusing on making her career perfect, and shining in her field.

“She is really excellent.”

Cheng Xuan also nodded and continued, "And I heard that her family is very rich, and she pursues academic research purely out of hobby. It's really a very special hobby."

"You should learn from them." Cheng Che couldn't help but give some advice. "You chose astrophysics yourself. Mom said this major was very hard and advised you to choose an easier one, but you insisted on studying astrophysics. In that case, you should be serious. You are 22 years old and you should be responsible for your decision."

"Why am I not serious?" Cheng Xuan complained dissatisfiedly, "Brother, you know, I had very good grades in undergraduate studies. You can't blame me for my poor grades now. It's all because Iseylia is too harsh. She demands us to meet her own standards. Is that possible? If I were as good as her, I would become a professor too."

"Okay, stop making excuses." Cheng Che felt a little dizzy from his complaints and turned back to the bedroom.

He once again returned to the master bedroom that had been locked for many years and opened the jewelry box on the top layer of the jewelry cabinet. The laurel leaf-shaped diamond shone brightly under the light, and the teardrop-shaped pink diamond in the middle was even more dazzling.

When his assistant handed him the list of lots for the June Sotheby's auction in New York, he immediately fell in love with this necklace. The bay leaves and the pink diamonds were all what Wen Song liked. He immediately went to New York and personally bought the necklace, just to give it to her as a doctoral graduation gift.

She will always be his laurel goddess, free, independent, calm and self-controlled. Even if she will not look back and will not continue to love him, he still wants to follow her stubbornly.

However, he ultimately failed to give the necklace away.

Cheng Che closed the jewelry box and sighed helplessly. Wen Song was right. If he hadn't been so stubborn and self-righteous back then, they would never have missed each other.

Even though he knew she wouldn't reply, Cheng Che still sent her a WeChat message, "Can you give me another chance?"