I almost touched the moon

On the afternoon of the second day, Wen Song was lying on a small boat, basking in the sun in the lake in front of his house. When he picked up his mobile phone inadvertently, he saw a photo sent by Zhang Yue.

The photo shows her and Pegrret, with Mount Titlis behind them. They are wearing ski clothes together, and Princess Pegrret is holding her as they stand on the top of the mountain.

[It’s so cool to ski on the wild snow!!! There was a slope that I didn’t dare to ski, so he carried me down!!! It was so cool! I feel so good!! I love you!!!]

Wen Song couldn't help laughing when he saw the message, and replied, "I've advised you so many times before, but you refused to go with me. You value women over friendship."

Zhang Yue quickly replied, [You're not going to carry me like a princess when we're skating! Damn, I understand why you've been obsessed with Cheng Che for so many years. Their ski athletes have really good waists! Please thank Cheng Che for me. This is the best skier I've tried in all these years. Why didn't you introduce him to me earlier? ! ]

Wen Song showed Cheng Che the message and said with a sly smile, "Zhang Yue praised you, and she asked me to thank you."

Cheng Che glanced at the message and said proudly, "His waist isn't as good as mine. I can do it to 1980 but he can't."

"Really?" Wen Song looked at him suspiciously and smiled. "I haven't tried it either, so I can't comment. You know that all our conclusions need to be drawn through experiments and specific data, otherwise they are just assumptions or inferences."

After hearing what she said, Cheng Che immediately put his arm around her waist, leaned close to her and whispered, "Oh, wife, do you still want to try?"

After that, he stretched out his hand to scratch her waist and said in a scoundrelly way: "Wow, sister, you are getting worse and worse. Isn't it enough to have me? You want to try others? No, absolutely not."

"Ah Che." Wen Song was tickled so hard that her whole body was shaking, and the wooden boat was also shaking on the lake. She smiled and held Cheng Che's hand, saying in a slightly warning tone, "Stop it, the boat is going to capsize."

"It's okay." Cheng Che pressed her down on the sofa at the stern, kissed her lips and said, "I can swim, and you can swim too, so it doesn't matter if we capsize."

As soon as he finished speaking, the boat began to shake more violently. Wen Song became a little confused under his kiss, and said vaguely, "Stupid...it's hard to escape if you're pressed under the bottom of the boat."

"It's okay, my waist is fine." Cheng Che whispered in her ear with a charming voice, "At worst, I can just jump off the boat."

After saying that, he picked her up by the waist and wanted to carry her into the cabin. But Wen Song broke free from his restraints at this time, jumped directly into the lake, and smiled at him as he floated on the water: "I'm seasick, I'm going home first, you can have fun by yourself."

“Song Song!” Cheng Che saw that she actually jumped into the lake, and immediately followed her. He carried her back to the boat, took out a bath towel to help her wipe her body, frowned and said anxiously, “The water temperature is so low now, how can you jump in? It’s easy to get cramps suddenly.”

"Who told you to mess around with me?" Wen Song still smiled, leaning close to him and whispering in his ear, "Didn't you say that at worst you could just jump off the boat? Why are you so nervous now?"

"Okay, I won't make a fuss anymore." Cheng Che was also a little scared. He wiped her hair and said, "But honey, don't do this again. The water temperature is so low, it's so dangerous. If something happens to you, what will we do as orphans and widows?"

"I know, I know." Wen Song smiled and kissed him, "I love seeing you nervous, so cute."

After returning to the shore, Wen Song sat in the back garden, looking at the Neuschwanstein Castle hidden among the mountains not far away. Suddenly he became interested and took out his drawing board to start painting.

Cheng Che stood behind her, hugged Xixi and said with a smile: "It's a great painting. UdK really has no taste. They have lost a contemporary Artemisia."

Wen Song smiled and turned to look at her. She was wearing Cheng Che's white shirt, with a wide collar that fell over her left shoulder, revealing her collarbone and a section of her shoulder. She was wearing casual black home suspender shorts. To make it easier to paint, she casually used a paintbrush to put her hair up, which made her look casual and sexy.

“But I’d rather be LMU’s Andrea Ghez.”

Cheng Che walked up to her, smiled faintly at her, and said firmly: "You can do it, Professor Iseylia. I believe you will become the first Asian woman in the world to win the Nobel Prize in Physics."

Wen Song looked at him, smiling faintly but not saying anything. She had a clear understanding of herself. She was not a physics genius. Her current research results were only because she was diligent enough and spent enough time, but she could not devote herself to research wholeheartedly, nor was she willing to continue to explore the universe and discover new theories. She always just wanted to muddle through.

Therefore, she knew that she would never become the best physicist. But Cheng Che said that he believed in her.

She smiled faintly and said to him, "It's good like this now."

Cheng Che also smiled. She hadn't changed at all. She was strict in teaching only because she was responsible for herself and her students, and because she was a perfectionist. There were always contradictions in her, and he sometimes wondered which one was the real her.

It was Professor Iseylia who spent days and nights in the laboratory just to get the most accurate data and would do anything for a new achievement. It was also Wen Song who sat by the lake in front of him, drawing, and lazily told him, "It's fine now."

But no matter what it was, he didn't care.

Cheng Che was holding Cece in his arms, with hydrangeas in full bloom behind them. He was only wearing a white T-shirt, a loose blue and white striped shirt jacket, black casual trousers, and his hair was randomly parted, but he was still handsome and seductive.

Wen Song put down his paintbrush, put his arm around his waist, raised his head and said with a smile: "How come he is so handsome? I have a good eye."

"Yes, my wife has the best taste." Cheng Che lowered his head and kissed her lips, "Aren't you tired of it yet?"

“I want to watch it forever.”

Wen Song smiled and hugged him tighter, accidentally pressing on Cece, which let out a scream of protest.

"It's jealous because mommy only hugs daddy and not it." Cheng Che smiled and picked up Cece and put her in Wen Song's arms. "Our little princess has grown a lot. She already weighs 3.2 kilograms."

"It seems that Dad really takes good care of you." Wen Song said with some envy, "Eat and sleep every day, you don't have to go out, you don't have to work, do research, or write papers. There is always someone to hold you when you go out. Can I experience its life in the next life?"

Cheng Che smiled, rubbed her head and said, "You can do it now."

The sun was shining brightly at this time, shining obliquely on Neuschwanstein Castle, and the whole castle was emitting golden light. Wen Song suddenly became interested and said to Cheng Che, "I'll draw a portrait of you and Cece, but I'm not good at impressionist oil painting, so you can't complain that my painting is not good enough."

"How is that possible?" Cheng Che immediately agreed happily, "My wife draws better than me."

An hour later, Wen Song finished drawing the sketch and asked Cheng Che, "How is it? Is it okay?"

"That's amazing." Cheng Che said approvingly, "But it seems like someone is missing."

After saying that, he took out a paintbrush and added a figure to the picture. Wen Song saw that he was painting himself who was sitting in front of them and painting.

Cheng Che hugged her and said, "This is perfect. It's our first family photo."

Wen Song also smiled, took Cece from his arms and said, "Then when I finish the painting, let's hang it in the bedroom."

"Of course." Cheng Che said, "I'll hang it above my bed and look at it every day."

Three hours later, Wen Song finished the main part of the painting, leaving only the light and shadow and details to be adjusted. She looked at the characters in the painting, Cheng Che was holding Cece in front of her, the sun was shining on them, she was wearing a white shirt, although only her back was visible, she looked calm, peaceful and serene.

This was the first time she had a concrete understanding of the word family. She took Cheng Che's hand, looked at the painting in front of them, and said to him, "I'll leave the rest to you. I don't like dealing with details. Our family portrait."

"Don't worry, I'll do the rest."