I almost touched the moon

It started snowing lightly in the dark night. The streets were deserted, and even the usually bustling city center was quiet.

Cheng Che parked his car downstairs of Wen Song's house and looked at the empty message bar on his phone. He suddenly felt helpless and lonely.

Half an hour ago, Cheng Che arrived downstairs at Wen Song's house. However, no one responded when he rang the doorbell, and no one answered when he called her.

He looked at the message he had sent on his phone, [Is your leg feeling better?], but no one responded. He suddenly felt that it was too late. He tried to call Wen Song again, but still no one answered.

Outside the car window, the snow was falling harder and harder, and the snowflakes were accompanied by strong winds, which made it seem even more lonely and cold. At this time, he also received a WeChat message from his assistant, informing him that the flight had been arranged and would take off from Munich Airport to Hangzhou on time at 4 pm the next day.

He threw his phone aside, took out a pack of cigarettes from the storage box, took out a cigarette, lit it skillfully and took a deep breath. The mint smell lingered at the tip of his nose, without the contrast of sandalwood, familiar yet strange.

Cheng Che rolled down the car window and looked up at the bright light on the roof. The orange light added a touch of warmth to the dark snowy night.

As his eyes flickered, a tear slid down his cheek without him noticing. In the mist, his vision became a little blurry. The lights turned into countless twinkling points of light, like stars. Cheng Che couldn't help but think of the starry sky that Wen Song took him to see in the Atacama Desert six years ago.

After the breakup, he also went to Atacama alone. However, he didn't know whether it was because of the bad weather that day or because of his psychological effect, but he always felt that the starry sky that day was not as brilliant as the one on his 22nd birthday.

The cell phone rang at this time. Cheng Che took the phone with some anticipation, but the moment he saw the caller ID, he laughed at his own wishful thinking.

The person who called him was Cheng Xuan. "Brother, are you coming back? I have an exam tomorrow afternoon at 2 o'clock. Can you take me to the college? Also, my mother told me that February 16th is my grandmother's 85th birthday, so we must go home."

"I'll be back now."

Cheng Che hung up the phone, looked up at the light for the last time, and prepared to leave.

Just at this moment, the passenger door opened, bringing in a gust of cold wind and a faint scent of sandalwood.

Cheng Che turned his head in surprise. Before he could speak or hug her, Wen Song leaned forward, took the half-finished cigarette from his mouth, and placed his thin lips on hers, giving her a light kiss.

His lips were still as warm and soft, but with a slight hint of minty tobacco.

"When did you learn to smoke?" Wen Song took the cigarette, took a puff, flicked the ash, and said nonchalantly, "You are a bad student. You know very well that I hate my boyfriend smoking the most."

The tear marks on Cheng Che's face were not yet dry, his handsome and delicate face looked a little messy, his expression was full of confusion, shock and joy, it was even a little funny for a moment.

He had a lot of things to say to her, but when he spoke, it became just the simplest sentence, "I learned it from you. And I'm not your boyfriend now. Didn't you say that we are beneficial friends?"

After saying that, he observed Wen Song's right leg. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with it and he was not wearing any protective gear.

Wen Song smiled lightly, took out a tissue to help him wipe the tears from his face, kissed the corner of his eye gently, and said with a smile: "You actually hold a grudge now, did you learn that from me?"

"I don't hold a grudge." Cheng Che said angrily, "Isn't that what you said yourself?"

Wen Song smiled again, turned around and looked at him and asked, "Then why did you appear downstairs of my house so late at night and refuse to go upstairs?"

Wen Song had been waiting for him at home since get out of class was over, but Cheng Che still hadn't come until after six o'clock. She felt a little upset, but couldn't bring herself to ask him. So she wanted to take a bath first to calm down.

Maybe it was because she had been busy recently and she was a little tired, but she actually fell asleep in the bathtub. When she woke up, she saw Cheng Che's WeChat and missed calls.

She didn't even have time to change her clothes, she just put on a coat and hurried downstairs, and sure enough, she saw his car in front of the building. The moment she opened the door and got in, she saw him leaning against the window smoking, with tears all over his face.

"I came to see you." Cheng Che said truthfully, "A Xuan told me that you had a torn ligament in your right foot, so I brought you some medicine."

"But... I see that your feet don't hurt now?" He glanced at Wen Song's face again. Except for being a little pale, there was nothing wrong with him.

"It hurts." Wen Song smiled and put his arms around his neck, "Carry me back."

Cheng Che couldn't help but laugh. He looked at her and nodded. He parked the car in the garage, picked up Wen Song by the waist, and carried her into the elevator.

"What happened to your foot?"

Cheng Che asked again. His intuition and experience told him that Wen Song definitely did not have a torn ligament. He wondered what she was up to.

Wen Song put his arms around his neck, smiled evilly and said, "I'll tell you when we get home."

"Bad woman." Cheng Che was both happy and angry. He lowered his head and bit her lips lightly. "You didn't want me before, but now that your leg is injured, you think of me again."

"I didn't abandon you." Wen Song felt that Cheng Che was simply turning the tables, "It was you who broke up with me five years ago. It was you who insisted on leaving me."

"I was wrong, so I regret it and came back to find you. But two weeks ago, it was you who didn't want me. You said you didn't love me anymore."

Cheng Che had already guessed what she was thinking, and these words were nothing more than a show of spite.

As they were talking, they had already reached the fifth floor. Cheng Che carried Wen Song back home, laid her flat on the sofa, and carefully examined her right ankle.

As a doctor, he could now make a preliminary assessment of external injuries. He only touched it a few times and breathed a sigh of relief. The right foot had indeed been hit by an external injury, and there was some redness and swelling, which should be a ligament strain.

Cheng Che was relieved then. He took the medicine and sprayed it on her ankle, then gave her a careful massage.

"How did you get hurt?" Cheng Che asked softly, "You went snowboarding alone again and hit a tree? Didn't sister promise me that you wouldn't go snowboarding alone?"

"No." Wen Song's ankle didn't hurt much, especially after taking painkillers, the pain was gone, but he still put his foot on Cheng Che's leg, enjoying his care.

"Then how did you get hurt?" Cheng Che continued to ask, leaning close to her and hugging her, saying, "Sister, you didn't break your leg just to trick me back, did you? Professor Iseylia, am I so attractive?"

Wen Song studied his face carefully, nodded and said, "Yes, very charming. How come you don't age? You look exactly the same as you did five years ago."

"Of course I can't get old. If I get old, what if my sister doesn't love me anymore?" Seeing that she was fine, Cheng Che put a plaster on her ankle, held her in his arms, and lay down on the sofa together.

Wen Song smelled the scent of Cheng Che and felt at ease. He gently brushed the hair on his forehead and kissed his eyebrows. "A Che, I miss you so much."

"I miss you too, baby." Cheng Che also kissed her and said softly, "But don't be so stupid in the future. If you want me to come back, just say it directly."

"Who said I did it on purpose?" Wen Song retorted, "I really did hit a tree while skiing, but I wasn't skiing off-piste... I didn't slow down when I turned, and I accidentally hit it."

After hearing her words, Cheng Che felt distressed and blamed himself. He said dejectedly, "I'm sorry, sister. I'll go with you next time. But honey, have your skills declined? Why do you keep bumping into trees on the way?"

"What do you care?" Wen Song spat at him unhappily, "I'm old now, and my health isn't as good as before, and you're no different, aren't you?"

"What?" Cheng Che became more competitive after hearing her words. He pinched her waist and approached her, saying, "My body is not as good as before? Huh? Didn't my wife just try it a few days ago? Isn't it clear whether my body is in good condition? Then how about letting you taste it now?"

Wen Song hit him lightly. Although Cheng Che was indeed a good-looking person, she was really hungry now. "Stop it, I'm hungry. Go cook for me."

"Okay, Professor Wen, I made you some soup. Drink some first, and then I'll make you braised spareribs and crab roe tofu, okay?"

"What kind of soup?"

"Five-fingered peach, yam and pig's trotter soup." Cheng Che poured the soup into a bowl, brought it to the dining table and said to her with a smile, "Whatever you eat, you will benefit from it."

"Cheng Che!" Wen Song snorted and scolded, "You are the pig."

"I didn't say you were a pig, you put yourself in that situation." Cheng Che walked up to her and carried her to the dining table to sit down. "Drink it while it's hot. I'll go cook."