I almost touched the moon

The meal was a bit silent. Wen Song noticed that something was wrong with Cheng Che and asked, "Don't you want me to go to the space station? It's not as dangerous as you think. Many astronauts and scientists have been to the space station. This is just a very simple project."

"No." Cheng Che smiled faintly, telling her not to worry. "I just can't bear to leave you. I have to go back to Zurich to study, and you have to go to Cologne for training. Then the time we spend together will be even shorter."

"It's okay." Wen Song smiled and said, "I only go to Cologne once every two weeks, and it's on weekdays, so it won't have any impact. Don't worry, I won't abandon you, I can't bear to do that."

Cheng Che also smiled and nodded, and said to her: "If I have time, I will go to Cologne with you."

After dinner, Cheng Che said he wanted to draw a picture and locked himself in the study. Wen Song still noticed his weirdness, hugged Cece, and said in confusion: "Dad seems still unhappy. Do you know what's wrong? Maybe he still doesn't want me to go into space? But why, so strange..."

(Dad still seems unhappy. Do you know why? Maybe he still doesn’t want me to go to space? But why? It’s so strange)

Cece stretched in her arms, jumped onto the coffee table, and started to play with the cat litter on it.

Wen Song unwrapped a piece of cat food and fed it to the cat, muttering to himself, "I know he'll be worried and doesn't wanna separate from me for so long. But I have no choice you know... I also wanna bring him to space with me, but I can't."

(I know he would be worried and wouldn't want to be separated from me for so long. But you know I can't help it. I also want to take him to space with me, but I can't)

She smiled again, stroked Cece's fur and said, "Do you also wanna go into space with mummy?"

(Do you also want to go to space with your mother?)

Cece ignored her and just concentrated on eating the cat food in her hand. Wen Song smiled helplessly and said to it: "Ok, you don't want, you just wanna eat and sleep."

(Well, you don't want to, you just want to eat and sleep)

Half an hour later, Wen Song knocked on the study door with a bowl of orange soufflé.

Cheng Che came to open the door immediately, and when he saw her, a surprised smile appeared on his face. He rarely wore black half-frame glasses, which made him look particularly gentle and youthful.

"What's wrong, honey?" Cheng Che took the soufflé from her hand and asked, "Are you still working overtime when you get home tonight?"

"No." Wen Song walked into the study and sat on the sofa, looking at him and said, "I came to see you."

Cheng Che sat beside her, scooped out a piece of soufflé and fed it to her, then said with a smile, "I may have to stay up late tonight, so you should go to bed early."

Wen Song did not eat it, but said to him: "Eat it, I made it especially for you, using zero-calorie sugar."

Cheng Che took a bite immediately and nodded in praise, "It's delicious. Thank you, my wife."

Then he sat behind her and massaged her shoulders, then asked naturally, "When does astronaut training start?"

"In a month," Wen Song replied, "I looked at the training plan and I think I will die."

She turned around, sat on Cheng Che's lap, put her arms around his neck, kissed him and said, "I know you are worried about me and don't want to be separated from me for so long. But it's okay, I will FaceTime you every day, and the location of the space station is over the European continent, you can see me when you look up."

"It's not because of this reason." Cheng Che hugged her and kissed her lips. "I just think that you should tell me before submitting the application. But my wife is right. This is your own job and I shouldn't interfere. So I'm fine. I'm not unhappy. Honey, don't be unhappy, okay?"

"So that's how it is..." Wen Song suddenly realized, nodded and said to him, "But I haven't submitted the application form yet, didn't I tell you in advance? I didn't tell you before making the decision because I believed that you wouldn't object to me. Well, it seems that I didn't consider you a little, so let me apologize to you, okay? I'm sorry, don't be angry."

Cheng Che couldn't help but smile after hearing her words, shook his head and said, "How could I be angry with you? I was just a little shocked and a little sad at first. But my wife made me orange soufflé, how could I not be happy? I can't help it, because the person I like is the most powerful."

"I love you." Wen Song lowered her head, kissed his eyes and lips, and said seriously and movingly, "A Che, I love you. I will pick stars for you."

"Then I want Saturn." Cheng Che said immediately, "Venus or Neptune are also OK."

"Do I look like Venus to you?"

"Like, my Venus."

"Little fool." Wen Song rubbed his head, "Let me see what you just drew. You look as charming as a skier when you are an architectural designer."

Cheng Che held her in his arms and sat in front of the computer. Wen Song then realized that he was not drawing a design. What was on the computer screen was a complete physical training plan that he had developed in detail.

Cheng Che sat next to her and explained in detail: "I have read your plan and the requirements for astronauts. The first requirement is that the BMI index must be between 19 and 24. You are currently underweight, so you must gain weight to over 55 kilograms. It would be best if you can gain between 58 and 60 kilograms."

"That's easy." Wen Song said with a smile, "Just eat fried chicken."

"You need to build muscle. Simply gaining weight is not enough." Cheng Che showed her the rest of the schedule. "There is also aerobic training. You don't like running, so I arranged swimming, cycling, and skiing."

Wen Song glanced at the time and wailed, "Why do I have to do this every day? I will die. I don't want it. I will die."

"Professor Iseylia, if you want to become an astronaut, having a smart brain and theoretical knowledge is not enough. Excellent physical fitness is also important." Cheng Che held her in his arms and advised, "You can rest every Sunday. Don't worry, we will take it slowly. Look at the first week, the daily exercise time is only 40 minutes, it won't be very tiring."

"Okay." Wen Song knew that what he said made sense, and she also knew that the training intensity of ESA was aimed at professional astronauts. If she didn't practice in advance, she wouldn't even be able to pass the most basic physical fitness test.

"I see." Wen Song leaned on him and said with a sly smile, "Then let's start with swimming. Let's go swimming and you accompany me."

"Of course, I will definitely train with you. How about it, are you satisfied with me as your personal trainer?"

Cheng Che immediately pinched her waist and picked her up, then carried her to the cloakroom to change into a swimsuit.

"Satisfied, but you're too expensive. I can't afford it." Wen Song hugged his neck and said coquettishly, "I'm very poor."

"It doesn't matter, just pledge yourself to me."

As July arrives, Munich welcomes early summer. The sun shines brightly, and the breeze from the lake is warm but not hot.

After riding his bike around the lake, Wen Song was exhausted. He didn't even have the strength to walk back to the house. He just wanted to lie on the grass and sleep.

When I turned around and saw the person next to me, he was still refreshed, with a peaceful smile on his face. Only the thin layer of sweat on his forehead suggested that they had just experienced a 10-kilometer ride along the lake.

Just when Wen Song was about to fall to the ground, Cheng Che stepped forward to support her, gently kneaded her sore legs, and asked softly, "How do you feel, sister?"

"Dead, I'm a dead man now." Wen Song left the car aside, leaned on Cheng Che, and complained, "I won't go. Whoever wants to go can go. Rays is not my research direction anyway."

Cheng Che bent down and carried her into the house, smiling and comforting her: "You give up when you encounter difficulties, unlike the professor I know, Iseylia. It's okay, I will accompany you and take it slowly. Go back and take a bath, and I will give you a massage. Soon your legs will not be sore anymore."

"But I'm really dying." Wen Song was so tired that he didn't even have the energy to speak as he lay on Cheng Che's back. "Exam week wasn't this tiring when I was in school."

"Who said that? Exam week is much harder than this." Cheng Che smiled. "A Xuan called me yesterday and said that he was going crazy from studying and couldn't continue. He asked me to beg you to make the exam content easier."

"It's very simple." Wen Song said lazily while lying on his back, "It's so simple that I'm worried about being complained about."

Cheng Che smiled slightly and did not comment on her words, but in his heart he had already begun to worry about Cheng Xuan.