I almost touched the moon

In the afternoon, Wen Song slept soundly on the sofa in the warm sunshine. When she woke up, it was already dusk, and the setting sun shone into the room through the window, shining on the person next to her.

"I'm back. When did you come back?" Wen Song had just woken up from a nap and was still a little sleepy. He hugged Cheng Che's waist, buried his whole body in his arms, and smelled his fragrance, like a lazy cat.

"I came back right after the award ceremony." Cheng Che rubbed her head and kissed her forehead, "Thank you for your hard work, my wife."

"Where's my mother?" Wen Song saw that Wen Yiheng was no longer in the ward, only her and Cheng Che were left.

"Mom went home." Cheng Che smiled, "After the doctor gave her the painkiller, she went back. Seeing that you were sleeping soundly, she didn't call you. She said she didn't want to be a light bulb for us."

"She's so heartless." Wen Song muttered, "I took care of her all night yesterday, and she left me alone."

"It's okay. I'm here." Cheng Che picked Wen Song up from the sofa and said, "I'll take care of Her Royal Highness the Princess."

"So what medal did you win in the end?" Wen Song asked curiously, "It's so mysterious, did you break the record? Did you achieve double cork1980?"

"How is that possible?" Cheng Che laughed, "It's impossible to do double cork1980 in slopestyle. Even aerial is difficult. Okay, I won't hide it from you. Silver medal."

"It's okay." Wen Song quickly hugged Cheng Che and comforted him, "Your left hand is injured, and it will definitely affect you if you can't hold the ski pole. Besides, you should let others experience the feeling of winning a gold medal."

"My wife is right." Cheng Che was still smiling, without a trace of disappointment on his face. "I should really give others a chance to win the gold medal. The champion this time is Pegrret."

"Not bad." Wen Song nodded and said, "Zhang Yue told me that his waist is in good condition."

"Humph." Cheng Che said unconvinced, "My waist is better than his."

"That's great. I was worried that you would be in a bad mood because you didn't win the championship. Now that I see that you are not unhappy, I feel relieved." Wen Song said with relief.

Cheng Che said very calmly: "My wife said that the results of the competition are not important. And what I lack the least right now is the World Cup gold medal. Anyway, I have enough points for the Olympics, so I don't have to participate in the next competition."

"Next year's World Championships will be in February, right?" Wen Song asked, "Are you really not planning to participate?"

"Sister, do you want to see me participate?" Cheng Che asked back, "If you want to see me participate, I'll go. Anyway, I won't have anything to do at that time."

"Yes." Wen Song looked at him and said with some regret, "The last time I watched you compete live was at the Winter Olympics last year, and I didn't even say cheer for you."

Cheng Che felt a little sad after hearing her words. He hugged her tightly and said, "Then I will go to the World Championships next year. My wife must always accompany me."

"I also have good news to tell you." Wen Song stood up from the sofa, sat on Cheng Che's lap, put his arms around his neck and spoke close to him.

"What good news?" Cheng Che asked pleasantly, "Let me guess, is it that your monograph has been published? Or that you have passed the ESA astronaut assessment?"

"How do you know everything?" Wen Song said coquettishly, leaning against his neck. "The latter one, monograph, will not be published until the end of the year."

"Felix called me this morning and said that I got the highest scores in the physical training assessment and the Russian language test, so I can enter the next stage smoothly." Wen Song's smile was particularly bright, confident and proud.

"The next step is to learn how to operate the spacecraft and the space station's equipment. If I pass all of them, I will definitely be selected. I am the best at operating these instruments, so I will definitely pass."

Cheng Che was also very happy. He picked her up and spun her around several times. He let Wen Songxiong hold him and said, "My wife is really the best. There is nothing you can't do. You are amazing. I was worried that you couldn't withstand such high-intensity training. Honey, if you were a skier, you would definitely be a Winter Olympic champion."

"I can't do it." Wen Song shook his head and said, "My waist is not in good condition. I can't do 1620, 1440 is not even possible."

"Really?" Cheng Che looked at her with a wicked smile and said meaningfully, "I think your waist is very good."

"Stop it." Wen Song lowered his head and kissed him, "Let's talk about it when we get home."

Cheng Che then asked, "Then let's go home. Which home do you want to go back to? Mom's home, or our own home?"

"Our home." Wen Song leaned close to Cheng Che's ear, exhaled gently, and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "I miss Cece, and... there are only two of us at home, so we have more freedom..."

"What do you want to eat for dinner?" Cheng Che's ears were clearly red, but he still asked her calmly.

"How about I cook for you?" Wen Song suggested, "For this physical fitness test, thanks to you for making a training plan for me and training with me, otherwise I would definitely not have been able to get first place. Just consider it as my way of thanking you, okay, husband?"

"Of course." Cheng Che was even more delighted after hearing her words, but he said with some doubt, "But you can't cook, right? Let me do it, and I'll just pretend that you cooked for me."

"I can do it." Wen Song said proudly, "I can cook beef brisket with tomatoes and cola chicken wings, but I only know these two."

Cheng Che nodded, kissed her and said, "It's already very good, it must be delicious, I'm looking forward to it. Then how about I make a yam and pork ribs soup for you, stir-fry some vegetables, and then make a steamed grouper?"

"Okay." Wen Song replied, "I haven't eaten the fish you cooked for a long time."

When Cheng Che returned home, he saw Wen Song skillfully cutting and preparing vegetables in the kitchen. He felt happy but also a little guilty.

He always remembered that Wen Song only knew how to make desserts and cook instant noodles. The only time he cooked porridge for him, he looked at the recipe and wondered what the appropriate amount was, complaining that the recipe was not accurate at all.

But now, she didn't need a recipe at all. She skillfully turned on the fire to stir-fry the sugar color, and then put the blanched beef into the pot. This was a scene that Cheng Che had never imagined.

His nose suddenly felt sore, and he walked forward, hugged Wen Song from behind, buried his head in her neck, and whispered with a hint of tears in his voice: "Song Song... I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing so politely?" Wen Song joked with him while cooking, "Tell me, what have you done behind my back to let me down?"

“I’m sorry…” Cheng Che didn’t joke with her, but kept apologizing, “I’m sorry Songsong, I shouldn’t have left you, I’m sorry… You never cooked before… I’m sorry.”

Wen Song turned off the fire, turned around and hugged him, raised his head and kissed Cheng Che's lips, revealing a relieved smile, "Ah Che, it's all in the past, let's not talk about it. Besides, I only know how to cook these two dishes, it's no big deal, you will definitely cook at home in the future, I'm just too lazy to cook."

"Yes." Cheng Che nodded, carried her to the island counter, and kissed her passionately, "I will do it for you for the rest of my life."

During dinner, Cheng Che looked at the four dishes and one soup in front of him. Wen Song was sitting opposite him, and Cece was also eating her meal at the table. The happiness he felt at that moment was even greater than when he won the defending championship in the Winter Olympics last year.

He tried to hold back his tears and smiled at Wen Song, "It looks really good. I'll try it."

After saying that, he picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth, showing an expression of surprise and praise, "It's so delicious, much better than what I cook, baby, you are amazing, how can you make everything so perfect."

"Is it really that delicious?" Wen Song also tasted a piece and nodded, saying, "Not bad, better than anything I've made before. I'm really a genius."

"Yes, you are a genius." Cheng Che said to her, "There is nothing you can't do. I think that even if the solar system really explodes, you will take me across space to a new planet."

"No, it will take at least 50-60 billion years for the solar system to explode. We will be dead by then." Wen Song said silently and scooped himself another bowl of soup.

Cheng Che chuckled, leaned forward and touched her head, "Professor Iseylia is right."

After dinner, Cheng Che walked over to Wen Song and asked, "Are you full? Do you want to have something sweet?"

"I'm full. I don't want to eat anymore." Wen Song stretched and said, "I want to sleep."

Cheng Che immediately picked her up sideways and said with a sly smile, "But I'm not full yet."

After saying that, he unbuttoned her shirt and bent down to kiss her collarbone.

"I'm going to take a shower." Wen Song said, hugging Cheng Che's neck, "I just cooked, and I smell."

"I'll carry you." Cheng Che carried her upstairs, his hands busy as scattered clothes covered the stairs. "I'll help my wife wash."

Late at night, it started to drizzle outside the window, accompanied by strong winds. Even through the thick doors and windows, I could vaguely hear the sound of the wind outside the window.

The heating temperature is just right, and coupled with the aroma of cedar and sandalwood, it brings a warmth unique to early winter.

The light in the bedroom was a soft warm color that was not dazzling at all. Like Wen Yiheng, Wen Song also hated the cold white light. After the bright light in the night dissipated, it was a darker darkness, which made her feel inexplicably scared.

Cheng Che's eyebrows and eyes were particularly handsome against the light. She reached out and touched his face. This face was almost the same as it was five years ago, except that it became more angular and a little cold when he was not smiling. But at this moment, Cheng Che looked at her with a smile on his eyebrows and a gentle expression, leaving only his handsomeness.

"A Che..." Wen Song suddenly thought of the scene during the day and couldn't help asking, "If I didn't get back together with you, if you came back to find me and I was already with someone else, or if I just wanted to stay single, or even just want to be beneficial friends with you, would you be with someone else?"

"No." Cheng Che shook his head and said, "If you are already with someone else, then maybe, after a long time, when I see you are very happy, I will gradually let it go.

But if you stay single, I can't be with anyone else. Even if you refuse to accept me, as long as I have you in my heart, I won't marry anyone else. Because that will not only hurt me, hurt that person, but also hurt you. "

"As for the beneficial friends you mentioned..." Cheng Che smiled and hugged her tighter. "After leaving your house that day, I actually thought about this question seriously. Then I convinced myself that as long as I can be with you, it doesn't matter what my identity is. Besides, I know you very well. You are emotionally clean and won't have a relationship with someone you don't love. As long as I think that you still love me, I can accept it."

"What if I don't love you anymore?" Wen Song asked again, "Can you still accept it?"

Cheng Che thought for a moment and said, "Then maybe not, because I'm afraid of hurting you. What's wrong, baby? Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"Nothing..." Wen Song smiled calmly, "It just suddenly occurred to me, because isn't it said that for you men, the things that are lost forever and the hardest to get are the best. So I was thinking, if we break up, will you marry someone else while still loving me?"

"There is no such possibility." Cheng Che said immediately, "I only love you, and I only want to marry you. If I can't marry you, then I will always be single, how simple it is."

"I know." Wen Song kissed him again, "Ache, you really don't look like a man."

After hearing what she said, Cheng Che didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He hugged her and said, "I really don't know whether my wife is praising me or scolding me."

"I'm praising you." Wen Song lay on top of Cheng Che, touched his abdominal muscles and said, "You still have a very manly figure."

"There's something more manly." Cheng Che took advantage of the situation and switched their positions. He kissed Wen Song's neck and whispered, "Let me let you feel it again."