I almost touched the moon

In the morning, Wen Song had finally adapted to Astrid's bed and was sleeping soundly when she felt someone shaking her arms frantically. Even Cece jumped on her and rubbed her fur on her neck and face.

"Mom!!!" Astrid shouted while shaking her hand, "It's already nine o'clock, get up quickly, I still have to go to the hospital, I can't be late."

Wen Song yawned, turned over, pulled the quilt over his head, and said sleepily, "It's still early, wake me at half past nine."

"No, Mom!" Astrid also jumped onto the bed and shook Wen Song to wake her up. "Mom, I still need to comb my hair! And I don't know what to wear today. I don't think I have anything to wear. Mom, please help me choose. Mom, should I wear pants or a skirt today? What color is good? I kind of want to wear a shirt with a short skirt, but it's very troublesome to put on a shirt with my hands. Mom, please help me choose, Mom!!"

"Astrid!!!!"

Wen Song was a little upset by her voice. He popped his head out of the quilt with messy hair. "Honey, I'm really sleepy. Daddy said that I can't be disturbed when I sleep. Don't you even listen to him? Honey, you can wear whatever you want. If you don't like anything, ask Brenda to take you to buy it, or you can choose it online and have the clerk deliver it to your home immediately. But now, I want to sleep."

"Well..." Astrid pulled her up again and said, "But I still need to comb my hair! Mom, I want to comb my hair to match Belle's yellow skirt, so I should wear a yellow skirt too. Mom, which yellow skirt should I wear? Come and help me choose."

Wen Song fell straight onto the bed again, covered his head with the quilt once again, and called Brenda again, asking her to come to the room immediately to choose a dress for Astrid.

However, twenty minutes later, Astrid finished choosing her skirt, and wearing a light yellow short-sleeved knitted sweater with a pleated skirt of the same color, she began to lift Wen Song's quilt again.

"Mom, I've already chosen the skirt, please get up and help me comb my hair, Mom—"

Wen Song pretended not to hear it. He turned over and continued to lie on the bed, burying his face in the pillow.

When Astrid saw that she didn't respond, she started jumping on the bed again, "Mom - my hair - Mom!!"

"Your mother is dead." Wen Song said with some resentment, "Two choices, 1. Let Brenda comb your hair now; 2. Wait ten minutes until I come back to life and I'll comb your hair. But you can't disturb me when I sleep, because if I don't get enough sleep for 10 hours a day, I'll really die."

"Okay..." Astrid left the bed and whispered, "I don't want Mom to die. I'll see you in ten minutes."

Hearing her pitiful and coquettish voice, Wen Song also softened her heart. She sat up from the bed, stretched, hugged Astrid and said, "Dear little princess, mommy will brush her teeth and wash her face first, and then help you comb your hair."

At 9:30 in the morning, Wen Song received a call from Cheng Che on time. He asked gently, "Baby, are you up? Remember to take Astrid to the hospital at 10 o'clock. Remember to eat breakfast before going. And baby, if Astrid says she wants to eat McDonald's, you can't take her there."

"I got up a long time ago." Wen Song also smiled, "When will you come back?"

"Great, Songsong." Cheng Che praised Astrid in a coaxing tone, "You got up so early today. My flight is back at 4pm on Friday. I will arrive in San Francisco at 5:30 and will be home around 6pm. Honey, what do you want to eat for dinner on Friday? Do you want to go for Japanese food? How about Yuji?"

"It's all right. You and Astrid decide." Wen Song yawned and said, "I'm so tired. Can I really not come back today?"

"Today..." Cheng Che said with some embarrassment, "Maybe it won't work. I have an appointment with Sello's CEO to discuss cooperation tomorrow. This deal is very important and I need to show up in person. We can't just let the person in charge in the United States go, because it will seem that we don't take it seriously. What's wrong, baby? Is it hard to take care of Astrid? If you feel tired, send her to LA and I'll take care of her."

"It's okay." Wen Song smiled and comforted him, "Your work is important. I'm not very busy recently. It's OK. I just didn't sleep well and I'm a little tired."

"Thank you for your hard work, honey." Cheng Che comforted her with some heartache, "I'm sorry, I should have brought Astrid with me to LA. It must be very tiring for you to take care of her alone. I'm sorry, baby. I will try to finish the meeting tomorrow as early as possible and come back early."

"It's okay." Wen Song smiled again, "You've been taking care of her all by yourself for so many years, and you don't feel tired at all. I'm fine. I'll go comb Astrid's hair first. Bye, call you later."

While combing her hair, Wen Song looked at the photo Astrid gave her, wondering in her heart how she could possibly do such a difficult hairstyle, and let out two awkward laughs.

"Honey, it's late now. If we comb our hair like this, we'll be late for the doctor's office. Mommy will curl your hair and put on this headband, okay? It's also very beautiful. Or, Astrid, do you like headbands and hats? Look at this little white hat, which Daddy asked the designer to customize for you. It's very beautiful, isn't it?"

"But if Mom gets up earlier, she won't be late." Astrid said unhappily, "Mom always rushes out at the last minute, and Dad always gets up early to comb my hair!"

"Baby, Daddy has his own job too. He will be very tired to get up early every day to comb your hair." Wen Song said as he curled Astrid's hair, "Why not let Aunt Brenda comb your hair? She has been with you since you were a child, and she is almost the same as your parents. If Astrid doesn't like being touched by people other than your parents, why don't you learn to comb your own hair?"

"No!" Astrid selected the hair accessories in the jewelry box and finally chose a camellia headband inlaid with small yellow diamonds. "Dad promised me. He said he would always help me comb my hair. I don't need to learn."

"Okay..." Wen Song nodded and stopped expressing his opinion. "Since he has promised you, let him comb your hair."

At nine fifty, Wen Song finally finished combing Astrid's hair, put on a white cloak coat for her, and took her to the hospital.

The examination went well, Astrid's fracture healed well, and the plaster can be removed in a week.

Astrid was a little excited when she found out. She hugged Wen Song with her uninjured right hand and said, "That's great, Mom! I can ride a horse again! I really miss Loopy! I wonder if he will miss me a lot in Munich."

The doctor laughed twice when he heard her words, and said gently: "Little Astrid, you can't ride a horse yet. You have to wait until next month when you are fully recovered. Just be patient. But you can do some gentle exercises, such as jogging. If you really want to ride a horse, there is no problem with simply riding a horse, but you must not use too much force with your left hand."

It was already eleven o'clock when they left the hospital. Astrid felt a little hungry and was a little depressed because of the doctor's warning. She held Wen Song's hand, looked up at her, and showed a coquettish and pitiful expression.

"Mom..." Astrid shook her hand, "Can we go to McDonald's for lunch?"

Wen Song smiled, squatted down and showed her a message that Cheng Che had sent in their WhatsApp group chat two minutes ago, [NOT TO EAT MC!! Absolutely!]

(Absolutely no McDonald's)

Astrid snorted in silence, but soon revealed a quirky smile and said to Wen Song, "Mom, Dad said we can't eat Mc, but we don't eat Mc, we eat McDonald's, right? Dad didn't say we can't eat McDonalds."

Wen Song also smiled, kissed her little face and said, "Yes, you are right, let's go eat. Mom also wants to eat McDonald's, but I don't like American McDonald's. There is no spicy chicken wings or fried shrimp. It's really disgusting."

"That's so annoying!" Astrid also nodded and said, "Mom, I like McDonald's in Hong Kong! I like the pork bone macaroni! It's delicious! Mom, next time we go to China, let's go there secretly, okay? Shh, don't let Dad know, and don't let Dad know this time."

After that, she stretched out her hand and made a pinky promise with Wen Song, and whispered, "Mom and I are pinky promises, this is our little secret."

"Okay." Wen Song also stretched out his little finger, "Pin pinky promise. If anyone leaks the secret, he will have to swallow a thousand needles."