I almost touched the moon

"I'm going to Cologne next Monday to participate in the first phase of training." Wen Song chatted casually with Cheng Che while eating, "The European Cup has also started. There will be a match between Switzerland and Germany at the Cruijff Arena in Amsterdam next Saturday. Let's go and watch it together."

"Okay, I'll go to Cologne with my wife too." Cheng Che asked casually, "Should my baby support Switzerland?"

"No, I'm a fan of the German team." Wen Song said with a smile, "Have you forgotten that I like Bayern?"

Cheng Che laughed again and said, "Professor Iseylia, as a Swiss, how can you support the German team?"

"So every time I watched the World Cup and the European Cup, I would pretend to be German, and even speak with a Bavarian accent. It was really tiring." Wen Song smiled, and suddenly said to Cheng Che with a tone of envy, "You are so lucky. You can support any team you want, and you are not bound by your nationality."

Cheng Che understood what she meant and couldn't help laughing. He said to her, "Sister, you can support the German team in football, but you can only support me in skiing. You can never support anyone else!"

"Of course I only support you." Wen Song leaned forward and kissed him, "I didn't even watch skiing competitions before I met you!"

Cheng Che also stood up and hugged her, but at this moment, the doorbell rang at an inopportune moment.

He didn't want to pay attention and continued to kiss her, but the doorbell became louder and louder, and he couldn't ignore it.

Wen Song poked him gently and said with a smile, "Go open the door."

The person who came turned out to be Cheng Xuan. Cheng Che looked displeased when he saw him and said unhappily, "Why did you come here so suddenly?"

Cheng Xuan was not polite. She changed her shoes and walked into the house and said to him, "I have something to ask my sister-in-law. I sent her an email but she didn't reply to me."

Wen Song heard his voice, waved and said "hi", and then said to him: "I don't check my email after get off work, you can come to me tomorrow during the day, if it's urgent, you can call A Che."

"Hehe." Cheng Xuan smiled and said to them, "I'm not just looking for my sister-in-law. I'm here to eat. I'm tired of eating takeout. Brother, what delicious food did you make tonight?"

Cheng Che resisted the urge to throw him out, walked to the restaurant and said coldly, "No place for you."

Cheng Xuan didn't care. He walked to the dining table and said, "You two can't finish all this. Take me with you. Brother, you don't have to worry. I can go to the kitchen and get the soup myself."

Cheng Che returned to the dining table and sat down helplessly, and said to Wen Song: "Baby, you don't mind, right?"

"I don't mind." Wen Song smiled, "It's just a meal, do you want to help him make some staple food?"

Cheng Xuan heard their conversation and immediately said, "Thank you, sister-in-law. No thanks. I don't eat much at night. Tapas and salmon soup are fine."

Soon, he came to the dining table with a plate and cutlery and sat down next to Cheng Che.

Cheng Che saw the disk in his hand and immediately said, "Don't use this, this is Cece's."

"What?" Cheng Xuan looked at the sunflower porcelain plate in his hand, then at the fat cat sleeping next to Wen Song, and couldn't help but mutter, "Cheng Che, you are too partial. You let your assistant buy whatever tableware you want for my house, but you use Hermès for the cat? I'm your brother, can you be nicer to me?"

Cheng Che was about to say something to him, but Wen Song smiled and said, "The tableware in your house was also specially selected by A Che. Hermès plates cannot be used in the dishwasher. If you live alone, it will be very inconvenient to clean them."

Cheng Che snorted, picked up a snail for Wen Song and said, "Ignore him. He feels that I abuse him every day anyway."

"Brother, my dear brother, I was just kidding." Cheng Xuan said immediately, "You are the best to me."

Cheng Che was too lazy to pay attention to his compliments and asked him again, "What do you want to see my sister-in-law about?"

Cheng Xuan then remembered the important matter and said to Wen Song, "Sister-in-law, I saw the notice you sent. It's about the study trip and conference to the Atacama Desert in Chile in November. Is Si Yao going? Can I go with you? I'll pay for it myself."

Wen Song immediately said, "As my research assistant, of course she will go. But Cheng Xuan, I have never disqualified you from accompanying me to Chile to attend the conference. You can also send the required documents to my email address, and I will notify you after comprehensive consideration. Your observation courses have a high score, so there is a great chance that you will be selected."

"I'm thinking about you." Cheng Xuan said sympathetically, "Everyone knows that I'm your husband's younger brother. If I'm selected, there will definitely be people who say behind my back that you're biased. So, Professor, I'll go by myself. In the end, it's both of you who'll be spending your money, so it doesn't matter."

Wen Song was even more helpless and couldn't help laughing. He glanced at Cheng Che and said to Cheng Xuan, "You are really a good brother to your brother."

Cheng Che immediately said, "I won't pay. If you want to go, just apply yourself. If you don't get approved, don't go. Have you not given up yet?"

"She said I don't understand her and thinks I'm not serious, but I am really serious... I just don't like theoretical research, that's okay." Cheng Xuan complained a little disappointedly, "My brother doesn't like theoretical research either, don't you like him too, sister-in-law?"

"There is often no need for a reason to like someone, and similarly, there is no need for a reason to dislike someone." Wen Song reminded him, "So maybe she simply doesn't like you, without any other reason.

Btw, if you want to go to Atacama with me, don't forget to send me the application form and CV within 14 working days. If you want to go by yourself, you don't need to ask me. Perhaps you shall ask someone else.

Wen Song smiled and looked at Cheng Che, who showed a somewhat helpless expression, but still nodded and said to Cheng Xuan: "It's up to you."

Cheng Xuan immediately hugged Cheng Che's arm and said, "Thank you, brother! You are really my brother! Oh no, you are my father!"

Cheng Che immediately pushed him away and said unhappily, "No, I can't bear it. And I don't like sons, I like daughters."

After saying that, he touched Cece who just jumped onto the dining table and walked towards him, and said softly: "A little princess just like our Cece, daddy's good daughter."

Cheng Xuan felt that Cheng Che's "kind father" image was simply unbearable to look at, so he turned to Wen Song and told him the second reason for his visit today: "Professor, you said in class today that there is one remaining mentoring spot. Is it still available? Can you mentor my master project?"

When Wen Song heard his words, he subconsciously said "Ah" and asked in confusion: "Why? My main research area is star and planetary formation. But as I remembered, you said you preferred to do research on extraterrestrial life."

(Why? My main research area is the formation of stars and planets. But I remember you said you wanted to study extraterrestrial life more.)

"But didn't you tell my brother before that only people with nothing to do would study extraterrestrial life, saying that it's a waste of time and resources?" Cheng Xuan said silently, "So I also think that it's meaningless."

Wen Song couldn't help laughing when he heard his words and said to him, "That was just nonsense that your brother and I talked about privately. You don't have to take it to heart. If you think it's meaningless, Cheng Xuan, how do you define meaningful and meaningless?"

Cheng Xuan thought for a moment and said, "Just like you and my brother said, if there really is extraterrestrial life, it won't matter. It may be like in the Three-Body Problem, or it may be nothing. And so far there is really no relevant evidence to support it, so it doesn't make any sense."

Wen Song said, "If you think so, then I can tell you. Even if my team and I spend our entire lives, there is a high probability that we will not find the real reason for the formation of the solar system and the specific evolution process. Even if we are lucky enough to discover this, it will not prevent the sun from evolving into a red giant in about 5 billion years.

The Earth will still be devoured, and life on Earth will cease to exist. So, if you look at it from this point of view, Nothing is meaningful, our research at present won't change anything.

Cheng Xuan was still confused, but Cheng Che had already understood what Wen Song meant and said to him, "Professor Iseylia means that you don't need to think so much, just do what you want to do. Since you want to study extraterrestrial life, then do it, don't worry about whether it makes sense or not.

Also, Songsong will be participating in ESA's astronaut training next, which will be very busy and tiring. You should find someone else to guide you. Don't increase her workload just because you want to pursue a girl. I'm afraid she will be mad at you."

After hearing what she said, Cheng Xuan nodded obediently and said, "I understand. I'll go ask Professor Wender. Sister-in-law, are you going to space? When?"

"Not sure yet, I'm just a candidate." Wen Song smiled, "Your brother is training me recently, I'm dying."

"Is that so?" Cheng Xuan nodded in agreement. "Then you don't have to invigilate the exam on Friday. Just let the doctoral students do it. Sister-in-law, you should have a good rest."

"Cheng Xuan, you have really made it big now." Cheng Che patted his head and said coldly, "Is it your turn to take care of your sister-in-law's affairs?"

After swimming at night, Wen Song lay exhausted in Cheng Che's arms, letting him carry him to take a shower and change clothes. He was sleepy and tired, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "I'm really dead, I can't live anymore, I won't go, I'm going to send an email to ESA to say I give up."

Cheng Che knew that she was just complaining casually and didn't take it seriously. He just gently wiped her wet hair and suddenly asked in confusion: "Baby, since you said that your current research can't change anything, then what is the purpose of doing this, other than love?"

"Who knows." Wen Song leaned lazily in his arms like a cat, looked up and saw the sky full of stars, and said with a smile, "Maybe it'll change something."

(Who knows, maybe that can change things too)