I almost touched the moon

In mid-October, with the new semester about to begin, Wen Song had to return to Munich to attend classes.

Before leaving, Cheng Che hugged Wen Song and Cece, and said reluctantly: "Wife, I really don't want to leave you. What should I do? If you go back to Munich, I will suffer from insomnia at night."

"Don't make trouble." Wen Song smiled and kissed him, saying softly, "Don't worry, I work from Monday to Thursday, and I try to arrange ESA training on Tuesday and Wednesday. After class on Thursday, I will go back to Zurich to be with you."

"But I will still miss you a lot." Cheng Che hugged her tightly and refused to let go. "We only spend three days together every week. I will miss you a lot. I don't have many classes in the first semester. Why don't I go back to Munich every day? It's only two or three hours' drive."

"Don't mess around." Wen Song rubbed his head and said seriously, "Your studies are not easy, and you have many early classes. It's not convenient to live in Munich. Be good, then I promise you that I will video chat with you every day, okay?"

"Do as you say." Cheng Che hugged her and started to act coquettishly, saying with some fear, "I'm afraid my wife will be like she was in Oxford before. She said she would call me every day and come back to be with me every week, but she didn't come home for more than a month. If you don't come back on Friday, I will go back to Munich to be with you as soon as the get out of class is over on Friday."

"I promised you that I would not break my promise and would come back to be with you every week." Wen Song was also a little reluctant. She had long been accustomed to the days of being with Cheng Che day and night. She would feel a little uncomfortable returning to Munich alone suddenly.

"Honey, I can't bear to leave you either." Seeing that Cheng Che was really clingy, Wen Song had to use her trump card, hugging him and kissing him again and again, "I will miss you a lot if I go home alone, so I will go back to Zurich. Besides, I'm not as busy as when I was studying for a doctorate, so I will definitely have time. Be obedient and study hard in Zurich, otherwise I may make a surprise inspection."

"Why do you want a surprise inspection?" Cheng Che put his arm around her waist, approached her and asked, "Are you checking if I'm flirting with other girls? Don't worry, I won't."

"Of course I'm relieved." Wen Song chuckled twice, kissed Cheng Che and said, "However, I will come to check whether you have listened to the class carefully and studied seriously. Don't think about me during class. Spend more time on your studies, don't go home and call me as soon as the class is over, and go to the library more often to read books. Remember?"

"Remember, Prof. Iseylia." Cheng Che lowered his head and kissed Wen Song on the lips, "I'm not your student, so you don't have to be so strict with me, right?"

"But you are my husband." Wen Song said half-jokingly, "Almost all the professors in the Department of Physics at your school know me. I don't want to be suddenly mentioned in a chat someday that Prof. Iseylia's husband, who is studying for a master's degree in the Department of Architecture at ETH, often fails exams. That would be really embarrassing for me."

"I didn't!" Cheng Che held Wen Song on his lap and said proudly, "I have good grades. Honey, haven't you seen my undergraduate transcript? Don't worry, I will definitely not embarrass Prof. Iseylia. Besides, our architecture and physics are also closely related. Honey, I have been unable to design the EMC for this assignment. Can you help me take a look?"

Wen Song lowered his head and placed an intimate kiss on his lips, his voice a little low, "No, this is cheating, I have to defend the integrity of academics."

"Then teach me." Cheng Che also kissed her, pinching her waist and kissing her tightly, and said vaguely, "Teach me how to calculate EMC."

Wen Song was almost aroused by him. His slender white fingers flexibly unbuttoned Cheng Che's shirt, brushed away the obstructing fabric, sat on him, held his hand, and took off his shirt. He gently pushed Cheng Che down on the sofa and showed a fox-like smile, "This depends on your performance."

The madness before separation lasted for a long time, until late at night, when the moon was high in the sky. Wen Song lay exhausted on Cheng Che and uttered a word weakly.

"Very good... Then let me teach you. EMC calculation is very simple, but it involves a lot of content. However, this is not within my research scope. First of all, we need to consider the environment, and then the limit values ​​for harmonic current emissions. You should know these better than me."

"I don't understand." Cheng Che shook his head and said, "I need Professor Iseylia to explain it to me slowly."

"Idiot." Wen Song smiled faintly, biting his chest with her pearly teeth, and said with a smirk, "But I'm tired and have no strength left."

"It's okay." Cheng Che rubbed her head and said, "I'll design it first. After the design is done, my wife can help me check if there are any physical calculation errors, okay?"

"Okay." Wen Song sat up from him, put on his clothes, glanced at the time, and said anxiously, "A Che, it's ten o'clock. I have to go back. I have an early class tomorrow."

"I'll take you home." Cheng Che also stood up from the sofa, put on his clothes, took her hand and said, "I'll go home with my wife."

"No need. It will take at least five or six hours to go back and forth. It's too troublesome." Wen Song kissed him again and said reluctantly, "I'll ask the driver to take me back. I'll leave first and call you when I get home."

"Wife..." Cheng Che hugged her from behind, still reluctant to let her go. "I have classes tomorrow afternoon. I will accompany you back to Munich in the evening. You can come back tomorrow morning."

"Aren't you tired?" Wen Song chuckled, pinched his face and said, "Really, there's no need, go to bed. If you accompany me home today, do you think we can still sleep?"

After saying that, her eyes moved down to her collarbone, where there was a faint red mark. She looked at Cheng Che and smiled meaningfully, "Honey, I'm really tired."

"Okay..." Cheng Che took a silk scarf and tied it around her, just enough to cover the red mark. He stroked her cheek reluctantly, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, nose tip, and finally lips.

"You must eat well. If you are not used to the food cooked by Aunt Liu, tell me and I will ask Filbert to hire a few Cantonese chefs. Also, smoke less and don't drink too much at night. It's not good for your stomach. You must eat breakfast and can't go to work without breakfast. When you are free, you can exercise properly. The weather has been good recently. If you get off work early, you can go to the lake to ride a bike. On weekends, I accompany my wife to go skiing."

"I remember, I remember." Wen Song couldn't help laughing at his expression. "I'm almost 31 years old, you don't have to tell me this. Besides, Aunt Liu cooks delicious food and she's a very nice person, so there's no need to hire another chef."

"If I hadn't told you, you would have skipped meals, smoked, drank and stayed up late every day." Cheng Che sighed softly, "You would have been worried about me if I wasn't by your side."

"That's almost enough." Wen Song stopped her with a smile, "Don't be so nagging. I have PTSD just like my grandmother."

"Okay, the most important thing is that you have to video chat with me every day. Don't forget for even a single day." Cheng Che reminded him again, fearing that Wen Song would forget.

"Got it!" Wen Song squeezed his hand and said, "I'll video chat with you when I get back."

Cheng Che picked up Cece again and looked at Wen Song with an embarrassed expression, "Wife, who should Cece go with? With you or with me?"

Wen Song couldn't help laughing when he saw him like this, and half-jokingly said, "Why do I feel like we are getting divorced and fighting for custody of the child here?"

"Don't talk about divorce!" Cheng Che immediately hugged Wen Song into his arms, lowered his head and bit her lips gently, "It doesn't sound like divorce at all, don't mention those two words."

"Okay, let's not talk about it." Wen Song looked at Cheng Che, then at Cece who was sleeping peacefully in his arms, and said with a sigh, "Let it go with you. I can't take care of it by myself, and you can cook for it."

"But if that happens, my wife will be alone at home and will be lonely." Cheng Che said sadly, "It's better for her to stay with you. I don't have to cook for her. She still eats cat food as her staple food. I'll send the wet food recipe to Aunt Liu and let her make it."

Wen Song looked at Cece, also hesitant, and said helplessly: "It's okay, I'll stay with you, Cece likes you more."

After that, she walked to the door, hugged Cheng Che and said, "I really have to go back to Munich. You and Cece stay at home and don't miss me too much."

He bent down again, stroked Cece's cat head and said, "Mama muss zuruck nach Munchen, bleibst du mit Papa zu House fur Mama?"

(Mom has to go back to Munich. Can you stay at home with Dad for her?)

Cece woke up, licked Wen Song's fingers, and looked at her with her big eyes, seeming a little reluctant.

"Honey, Mama will dich und Papa auch nicht verlassen, ich werde euch jeden Tag vermissen, ich liebe euch alle."

(Baby, Mommy doesn’t want to leave you and Daddy either. I miss you every day. I love you.)

After saying that, she kissed Cheng Che again and said to him, "Then I'm really leaving."

"I'll get in the car with you."

Cheng Che walked to the door and watched Wen Song get on the car back to Munich. He didn't know when he started to tear up. He saw Wen Song rolled down the window and waved goodbye to them. He walked up to her and kissed her again, saying coquettishly, "You must come back to see us. You can't abandon your husband and daughter, Professor Iseylia."

"Definitely not." Wen Song also smiled, his eyes a little moist, "Go back quickly, otherwise I will be very sad if you stand here."

When the car drove out of the courtyard, Wen Song saw Cheng Che holding Cece and standing there, watching her leave. He suddenly felt reluctant and helpless, and sighed. He turned his head to look at them, tears soaking his eyes.