I almost touched the moon

On Monday at noon, Wen Song received a call from Qiu Xuanyan right after class. Her voice sounded a little excited and a little excited.

"My dear Wen Da professor, get out of class is over now. Wednesday is the Spring Festival. Are you free to go back to Hangzhou?"

"Wednesday." Wen Song glanced at the calendar and saw nothing to do, but she really didn't want to go to Hangzhou. On weekdays when she didn't have classes, she just wanted to sleep at home. "I am free, but I don't want to come because I have classes on Tuesday and Friday. I'm so tired."

"Come here, I have good news for you." Qiu Xuanyan said with a smile, "You are now a godmother."

"Really?!" Wen Song said in surprise, "Is it a boy or a girl? I'm coming to Hangzhou now."

"It's a girl, only two months old, so I didn't tell anyone. If you come back, accompany me to Lingyin Temple to pray for the child." Qiu Xuanyan's voice was filled with the warmth of being a new mother. "Also, I went to Lingyin Temple to make a wish before, that if I get pregnant, I must have a daughter. Now it has come true, and I want to fulfill my wish. Can you accompany me?"

"Okay." Wen Song said immediately, "I've bought the plane ticket. I'll be at Xiaoshan Airport at 3:40 tomorrow afternoon. You can pick me up."

When Wen Song met Qiu Xuanyan at the airport, he saw his friend's still flat belly and suddenly felt a little magical, but soon became very worried.

"It's hard to be pregnant and have a baby..." Wen Song sighed, with a tearful tone in his voice, "I don't want you to suffer, I'll be sad to death."

Qiu Xuanyan smiled, rubbed her head and said, "Silly, if I don't give birth to a child, who will take care of you in your old age? And didn't you say before that you would let me give birth to two daughters and give you one? Go home first, my mother has prepared the food that you like."

After dinner, Qiu Xuanyan slept in the same bed with her. Qiu Xuanyan gently combed her long hair like she did when they were little, and they chatted about gossip together.

"Songsong..." Qiu Xuanyan asked cautiously, "Tell me, Cheng Che came back to Munich to find you, how are you guys doing?"

Wen Song sighed, his eyes suddenly looked more lonely, biting his lower lip and hesitating, "Not very good."

Qiu Xuanyan also sighed softly, "It's okay, if you don't like it, then don't like it. You still have me. Why are you talking about love? It's a waste of your research time."

"No, it's not that I don't like him." Wen Song huddled into Qiu Xuanyan's arms, his voice was low and a little aggrieved, "I still like him very much, and I don't want to let him go, but I think he and I are still not suitable. My personality is not suitable for an intimate relationship at all. Being with him is just repeating the same mistakes, which is meaningless."

Wen Song thought about it and told Qiu Xuanyan everything that happened after he reunited with Cheng Che. He smiled helplessly and said, "It's good like this now. It won't be long before he lets go of it completely. It's not difficult for him to find a girlfriend who loves him. There are singers, figure skating champions, and movie queens who have done that before."

"Songsong..." Qiu Xuanyan also sighed, "Do you want to hear the truth from me?"

"You can't lie to me."

"You've gone too far this time." Qiu Xuanyan said earnestly, "You know very well that your breakup five years ago was not just Cheng Che's fault. You didn't want to get back together with him because you felt your personality would hurt him. But if that's the case, you have many ways to talk to Cheng Che properly, why do you have to do this? And you say things like 'beneficial friends', don't you feel bad?"

"It's so sad..." Wen Song sniffed, looking at the WeChat messages with no news, and suddenly became very lonely, "But what can I do? I can't help but mind that he ignored me for five years and didn't even give me an explanation."

"It's his fault that he ignored you for five years, but Songsong, did you give him a chance to explain?" Qiu Xuanyan asked back, "You said it yourself, Cheng Che wanted to talk to you many times, but you refused. You didn't give him any chance to explain, and you thought that you two were still not suitable, and that he came back to you just on a whim.

And those singers and actresses you mentioned, the female friends he has a slightly better relationship with, besides Wang Shuning, there is Jian Ran. You know the relationship between Wang Shuning and him better than I do. As for Jian Ran, she is a T, this is not a secret, many people know it. Mingqian told me that Cheng Che has been single all these years, he has never had any girlfriend.

On the day of Mingqian and I’s wedding, Cheng Che said he couldn’t come because of something, but he sent the gift. But the next day, he called Mingqian and cried. He said he didn’t dare to come because he was afraid that you would see him unhappy. He also asked Mingqian what he should do if he wanted to win you back.

Wen Song also fell silent after hearing what she said. She didn't give Cheng Che a chance to explain, not just because she was resentful. She just didn't want to face it. She was afraid that Cheng Che's explanation would make her even more sad, and she was also afraid that she would sink again. It would be better to be confused than to do this.

"Baby, I won't urge you to find a boyfriend like your grandma did. I support you no matter what you want." Qiu Xuanyan touched her head and continued to persuade, "But I don't want you to hurt yourself, and I don't want you to regret it. If you really can't let go of Cheng Che, give him a chance to explain, and then make a decision. Even the most heinous criminals have the right to defend themselves. Cheng Che has the right to explain, you can't deprive him of it."

"You're speaking more and more like my mother." Wen Song smiled and didn't answer her directly, but he had a vague answer in his heart.

The next morning, Wen Song accompanied Qiu Xuanyan to Lingyin Temple. In front of the Guanyin statue, she kowtowed devoutly for the first time ever.

Before leaving, Qiu Xuanyan asked curiously, "You have never believed in Buddhism, so why did you worship Guanyin just now? What did you pray for?"

"A secret." Wen Song smiled. "If I said I was praying to the Buddha to help my Aether successfully take off and land on the surface of Venus, would you believe me?"

"I believe it. Isn't that what you would do?" Qiu Xuanyan firmly believed in her words, "But baby, I won't send the EU detector."

Wen Song shook his head and said, "It's not that. Of course I know that the Bodhisattva will not care about my detector. It's something else. Let's talk about it after it is realized. Didn't you tell me before that the lamps offered at Lingyin Temple are very effective? Come with me. I want to offer the biggest lamp."

Qiu Xuanyan saw through her strangeness and the meaning behind her words, and accompanied her to find a monk she knew and offered a holy lotus lamp. When the monk saw her write her name on the blessing note, he suddenly said in surprise: "So the donor is Wen Song."

"What?" Wen Song was a little confused, "How does the master know who I am?"

The monk smiled and explained to her, "In recent years, during the Spring Festival and the 19th day of the ninth lunar month, someone will offer holy lanterns to you. One is for Guanyin Bodhisattva, and the other is for the statue of Manjusri Bodhisattva."

After Wen Song heard this, he thanked the monk and left the hall. Qiu Xuanyan was standing at the door waiting for her. When she saw her, she joked, "You didn't give your detector a lamp, did you?"

"Boss Qiu, you love me so much." Wen Song hugged her and said coquettishly, "The master told me that you offer lanterns to me and pray for blessings every Spring Festival and the 19th day of the ninth lunar month, and you offer two lanterns. Except for you, my grandmother and my godmother, who knows when my lunar birthday is? I don't even know it myself. My grandmother is so stingy, how could she offer such expensive lanterns? Is it you or my godmother? It's you, you love me so much."

"What, baby, what are you talking about?" Qiu Xuanyan blinked in confusion. "Praying to the gods requires sincerity, and you don't believe in it, so why should I offer you a lamp? You are not my mother, and we all know that you don't believe in Buddhism. Are you sure it's you, and you don't have the same name as me?"

"It's me..." Wen Song was also a little hesitant, "My name is not common, and our birthdays are on the same lunar day. Is it such a coincidence?"

Suddenly, a possibility occurred to Wen Song's mind, a possibility that she herself did not dare to believe.

She immediately turned around and ran back into the hall, anxiously stopping the monk who was about to leave and said, "Master, excuse me, I would like to ask, who was the person who offered the lamp to me? Was it a man or a woman?"

The master said "Amitabha", saw through her thoughts, smiled and said, "It's a man, very tall and handsome."

"He...what's his name?" Wen Song had already guessed it roughly, but he still asked, wanting to get a definite answer.

The monk shook his head and said, "Sorry, lady donor, we cannot disclose the donor's private information."

"Then can you let me see that holy lamp?" Wen Song continued to ask anxiously. He was so anxious that he didn't even know when tears came out of his eyes.

Seeing this, the monk could not bear to refuse her anymore, so he nodded slightly and said to her, "Please follow me."

The monk led her to the temple where the lamps were enshrined, pointed to the topmost lamp in the shape of a lotus flower, with a base made of pure gold, a lotus carved from jade, and a candle lit in the center of the flower, and said, "That's the one."

Wen Song walked forward and saw familiar handwriting on the red prayer silk under the lamp holder. There were a few large characters written in the powerful thin gold script, "May Wen Song have a smooth life and all his wishes come true."

The dates ranged from the second year they met to this year's Spring Festival, without missing a single one. Even the ink on the silk ribbon under the newest lotus lantern had not yet dried completely, obviously having been written not long ago.

"It's Cheng Che, right?" Wen Song asked again and again while crying, "Cheng means degree, Che means clarity."

The monk did not answer her question directly, but just put his hands together and bowed to her, smiling and said: "Donor, you already have the answer, why bother asking me again."

After leaving Lingyin Temple, Wen Song kept crying. She cried and leaned on Qiu Xuanyan's shoulder and said, "I regret it. I can't bear to leave Cheng Che."

Qiu Xuanyan smiled, touched her head and said, "Don't worry, as long as you are willing, he will definitely come back to you."

But... Wen Song looked at the temple hidden in the mist behind her and felt a little overwhelmed. Just as Qiu Xuanyan said, she had indeed gone too far. It would not be easy for both Cheng Che and her to resolve their misunderstandings.

This was not physics research. She couldn't even find a formula to substitute to verify the answer. She just felt confused.