I almost touched the moon

Late at night, it started snowing outside the window. The panting sounds in the bedroom gradually died down, but the air was still filled with heat. The temperatures inside and outside were completely different.

"You must be tired. I'll carry you to take a shower." Cheng Che gently brushed away Wen Song's hair that was soaked with sweat and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"No need." Wen Song pushed him away, put on his pajamas, walked to the window and sat down, lighting a cigarette.

Surrounded by smoke, her features suddenly looked faint and blurry. Cheng Che couldn't see her face clearly and suddenly felt a little melancholy.

He walked to the window, hugged Wen Song from the side, and smelled the sandalwood on her body that made him obsessed, as well as the faint mint tobacco smell mixed in. He once thought that he would never feel this smell again.

After finishing a cigarette, Wen Song broke free from Cheng Che's embrace, stood up from the sofa, and said indifferently, "You can leave now."

"What?" Cheng Che's voice was a little aggrieved, "Sister doesn't let me live here..."

"I'm not used to sleeping with others." Wen Song's voice was still calm, and he went to the bathroom to take a shower. "If you insist on staying here, sleep in the guest room."

"it is good."

Cheng Che walked forward and bent his head to kiss her, but Wen Song turned his face away and stretched out his hand to push him away, "Stop it."

When Wen Song came out of the bathroom, Cheng Che had already left. She suddenly felt a little dissatisfied and complained in her heart that she had never seen him so obedient before...

When she walked into the living room to pour water, she saw the faint light coming from the guest room, and a smile inadvertently spread across her brows. Even though she didn't want to admit it, deep down, she still longed for Cheng Che to accompany her.

After returning to the bedroom, Wen Song sat by the window and smoked, looking at the snow outside the window, and her thoughts gradually calmed down. She knew very well that everything that happened after she and Cheng Che reunited was never because of a momentary passion, but she didn't know what she was doing now.

She was reluctant to let him leave again, but there was no way to reconcile. After five years of estrangement, it was not easy to resolve the past.

Suddenly, a message came on my phone from an unfamiliar number.

[Hello, Professor Wen, I am Jian Ran, I am sorry to bother you. I am in Munich these days, maybe I have the honor and opportunity to meet and chat with you? ]

Jian Ran, Wen Song had heard of this name before. She was an actress who had worked her way up from the bottom to the top of the film industry. She was a very inspiring figure in the entertainment industry. Of course, the reason why she was so impressed was because of Cheng Che.

Over the past five years, there have often been entertainment reports claiming that the relationship between the two of them is extraordinary. Many reports have explicitly implied that Jian Ran's success is due to Cheng Che's support, and even her agency was founded by Pei Shuyang.

Wen Song had no interest in Cheng Che's gossip, but she was very dissatisfied with being interrupted casually, so she immediately replied, "No."

After sending the message, she blocked the number, but her thoughts went back to Xia Ninghe's wedding two years ago.

It was mid-August in Beijing, and the weather was a bit hot. Xia Ninghe had sent her an invitation two months in advance, with many instructions and warnings.

"Baby, you must come. If you don't come, I won't get married. Baby, I know you don't like your country. Can you just come for one day? Please, baby, I can't live without you."

Wen Song looked at the date on the invitation, August 16th, and agreed to her request. She was also going to China at that time.

The wedding was held at noon, and Wen Song was still not used to the time difference, feeling a little dizzy and sleepy. However, when he saw Xia Ninghe in her wedding dress, he suddenly woke up.

Lin Nanyiyi stood next to her, still gentle and quiet, but with a bright smile on his face, and he looked much more mature and stable.

Wen Song remembered that Xia Ninghe told her that they were high school classmates from the age of 17 to 28, a full eleven years, a very long time, and she had never seen such a long-lasting love.

When Xia Ninghe saw Wen Song, she excitedly picked up her wedding dress and ran towards her, hugging her tightly: "Baby, you're here! I missed you so much! How come my eldest daughter is still so beautiful, just a little thinner, baby, you have to eat more."

"It's not that I don't want to eat, it's just that the food in the Netherlands is too bad, even worse than that in the UK." Wen Song smiled and handed the red envelope and gift in his hand to her.

"I specially customized this wedding dress, Lamb, your favorite."

"Baby, I love you!" Xia Ninghe hugged Wen Song and took her to the banquet table to sit down. He said to her, "Baby, I will continue to receive the guests. You eat first."

Wen Song nodded and smiled slightly. She looked around and saw that they were all Xia Ninghe's college classmates. There was no one she knew. She felt a little uncomfortable for a moment and just lowered her head to play with her mobile phone.

After the wedding ceremony, Xia Ninghe walked up to her and asked softly while people around were not paying attention: "You and Cheng Che..."

"We haven't been in touch for a long time." Wen Song smiled faintly, poured himself some red wine, raised his glass and said, "He might be getting married soon now."

"He asked me about you a few days ago." Xia Ninghe sighed, "He asked me if I was still in the UK and if I was doing well... I think he still cares about you."

"If he cared about me, he would have asked me himself instead of bothering you." Wen Song gently touched Xia Ninghe's wine glass and drank the wine in the glass. "When you get married, don't talk about unhappy things."

Xia Ninghe also drank up the wine, patted Wen Song on the shoulder, and said with some heartache: "Baby, don't leave any regrets."

Regrets? Wen Song felt that Xia Ninghe's words were a little inexplicable. She could do everything she wanted and get everything she wanted. How could she have regrets in her life?

Halfway through the banquet, Wen Song felt a little tired and was about to walk out of the banquet hall to smoke. A man who was sitting at the same table with her immediately followed her.

After she sat down, the man kept staring at her. Feeling his gaze, Wen Song glanced at him with some displeasure, but she wondered if this man was so tactless as to follow her.

She stood in the smoking area at the entrance of the hotel, lit a cigarette, looked up at the scorching sun, and exhaled a puff of smoke. The weather in Beijing was extremely hot and dry in summer, which made her very uncomfortable. She only smoked half a cigarette and went back indoors.

The man also caught up with her at this time, stood in front of her and said, "Beautiful girl, can you add me on WeChat? You are Ning He's graduate school classmate, right? I am her college classmate, my name is Huang Pingrui."

"What are you talking about?" Wen Song looked at him, trying his best to hide his disgust. "My Chinese is not very good, I don't understand what you are saying."

The man showed a hint of embarrassment and repeated it in English. Wen Song nodded and said with a fake smile: "Oh, ok, but I don't have WeChat."

The man wanted to say something else when suddenly a man in a light grey suit walked by their side.

His tall stature, superior facial features, and close-fitting high-end suits are very eye-catching. His clothes and appearance even make people feel that the summer heat is dispelled.

Next to him stood a woman in a moonlight-colored dress. She had a thin figure and bright features, especially a pair of slightly upturned fox eyes that exuded a bit of charm. There was also a teardrop mole at the corner of her eye.

The moment she saw them, Wen Song felt dizzy, her fingertips turned white, her whole body trembled, and she had to hold on to her body to barely stand. She had thought about the moment of their reunion countless times, but she never thought it would be in Beijing, in such an occasion.

She felt that the person who was walking away from her seemed to look back at her position and stopped. When she was hesitating whether to go up and say hello, she heard an elegant female voice: "A Che, hurry up, everyone is waiting for us."

"Okay, I'll be right there." That was the tone Wen Song was most familiar with, gentle with a hint of doting.

He just passed by her, brushing past her, without even recognizing her.

"Oh my god, that's Cheng Che!" The man standing next to Wen Song exclaimed, "Fuck, he's much better looking in person than in the photo. The one next to him is Jian Ran, the Best Supporting Actress winner of this year's Golden Rooster Awards. They are such a perfect match, a golden boy and a jade girl."

The perfect match, Wen Song couldn't help but sneer, and had to admit that Cheng Che had good luck with women after breaking up with her. She was a popular female singer before, and now she is a movie queen.

Seeing that Wen Song did not respond, the man thought that she did not know Cheng Che, and said, "Yes, I heard that you are Swiss, Miss Iseylia, so you may not know. That Cheng Che is the best skier in China. He won the gold medal in slopestyle in the last Winter Olympics, and he is also handsome..."

"Do I need to know him?" Wen Song turned his head unceremoniously and looked at the man coldly, "Just like do I need to know you?"

After returning to the banquet hall, Wen Song could no longer bear the pain in his heart, and hurriedly said goodbye to Xia Ninghe, saying that he had something else to do.

She still went to Hangzhou and visited Cheng Che's mother's grave one day in advance. She sat in the empty cemetery at dusk and cried without restraint. She looked at the photo on the tombstone, at the eyebrows and eyes that Xie Huiyin and Cheng Che had 70% similarities, and whispered, "Auntie, but I still love Ah Che very much, I can't let him go."

However, that night, Wen Song received a piece of news that he was not sure whether it could be considered good news or not.

Zhang Yue told her that Jian Ran didn't like men. She had a girlfriend whom she had been in love with for many years. She even entered the entertainment industry in the first place because it made money quickly and she could make money to treat her girlfriend's illness.

Wen Song asked in confusion at the time: "What about her and Cheng Che... Cheng Che never interferes in the affairs of the entertainment industry, and he is not so kind as to help everyone he sees."

"Who knows."

Zhang Yue couldn't figure it out either, but when she looked at Jian Ran's photo, she suddenly saw some clues and said to Wen Song, "Song Song, do you think she looks a bit like you? Especially her eyes, but the tail of her eye is a little more upturned, and she also has a teardrop mole under her left eye."

Wen Song shook his head indifferently and uttered three words lightly, "I don't think so."