I almost touched the moon

On August 8, when Wen Song got up, he saw many WeChat messages sent by Cheng Che on his mobile phone.

[Let’s board the plane. My sister is probably still sleeping. 】

[The crab roe soup dumplings are packed and put in the suitcase. God bless them so that they will not be checked by customs.]

[Just had lunch, the cheese pot was terrible and the steak was a bit old]

He also posted a photo of lunch, a classic Swiss cheese hotpot. Even Wen Song couldn't accept the taste, let alone Cheng Che.

After a while, another WeChat message was sent.

[I’m so sleepy. I’m going to take a nap too. I’ll be able to see my sister in ten hours.]

She smiled and replied, "I'll cook for you tonight, what do you want to eat?"

Cheng Che did not reply immediately, apparently he was sleeping.

Wen Song walked downstairs. Her mother was having lunch in the restaurant. When she saw her, she was surprised for a moment, "Why are you home?"

"Why can't I be at home?" she asked, sitting down opposite her mother. The nanny immediately and considerately brought a set of tableware.

She scooped up a bowl of soup, tasted it, nodded and said, "Auntie Zhou's soup is really good. Do you have any extra? Can you pack some for me?"

"What are you doing?" Wen Yiheng saw that Wen Song was actually packing soup from home, and seeing her blushing face, he understood what was going on, "Are you in love? You are not going to deliver soup to your boyfriend, are you? Omg are you real Iseylia?" (Oh my God, are you really Iseylia?)

"Yeah." Wen Song smiled. "Ache's flight arrives in Zurich at 6pm. He said the in-flight meal is terrible. I can't cook, so I can only use Aunt Zhou's soup."

"Good" Wen Yiheng only said this one word. She had no interest in Wen Song's emotional life.

After lunch, Wen Song returned to his room to take a nap. There was a knock on the door, followed by Wen Yiheng's voice.

"Ilia, can I come in now?"

"come in."

When Wen Yiheng walked in, he saw Wen Song sitting on the balcony of the room, grinning at his phone. He couldn't help but sigh and shook his head.

"Is there anything wrong?" Wen Song asked.

Wen Yiheng smiled, threw her a small plastic box and said, "nothing serious, just give you something necessary, you know..."

Wen Song took a look and couldn't help rolling his eyes: "Thank you, but I won't need it."

"Oh my god, no way..." Wen Yiheng's face changed, "He looks healthy..."

"I mean, he and I don't need it now!" Wen Song felt that she was definitely not Wen Yiheng's biological child, Zhang Yue should be her biological child, "Why are you like Zhang Yue, thinking about all kinds of messes every day."

"Take it then." Wen Yiheng said, "Everyone has seven emotions and six desires. This is human nature. There is no need to be too shy or take it too seriously. Besides, young people are easily impulsive. Remember to put it in your bag."

Wen Song had no experience in love affairs, but he would not deliberately avoid anything. He knew that what Wen Yiheng said made sense, so he winked and said, "I know, you can put it away for me, the one on the sofa, I'm carrying that one today."

"Just kill you for being so lazy." Wen Yiheng complained, but still helped her put it in the bag.

At six o'clock in the evening, the plane landed at Zurich Airport on time.

When Wen Song heard the airport broadcast, his heart beat faster, and at this time, he received a WeChat message from Cheng Che on his phone.

[We're here, see you later, sister]

[Yes, I'll wait for you at Arrival 1 exit]

Twenty minutes later, she saw the familiar figure. He was wearing a thin black windbreaker, holding a silver Rimowa suitcase, and walking in a hurry.

"Ache!" She waved at him, "Here!"

Cheng Che immediately trotted over to her, hugged her, and buried his head in her neck. When he smelled the familiar mint tobacco, he felt that everything was real. The sadness and depression of the past few days disappeared the moment he saw her.

"What's wrong?" Wen Song hugged him and rubbed his head. "Why do you look so tired? Didn't you sleep well on the plane?"

She looked at him carefully again, frowned and asked, "Ah Che, are you okay? You seem to have lost some weight, and your dark circles are still so heavy."

"It's okay." Cheng Che smiled, "I just didn't sleep well, and I'm a little tired."

She knew that Cheng Che was obviously worried. They had rarely chatted during the few days he was in China. She would occasionally send him WeChat messages, but he would wait until late at night to reply. Almost every time, he would say, "I'm sorry, sister. I'm a little busy. I'm going to bed first. Good night."

She didn't doubt whether Cheng Che was doing the "Double City Love" thing like some other overseas students, but his abnormality did make her worried. However, he never hid anything from Wen Song. He had his reasons for not telling her about his experiences after returning to China, and Wen Song would not ask about it.

"Let me take you home first. I brought you some soup made by our aunt. It's delicious." She said softly.

"Okay." Cheng Che finally smiled. "I brought some crab soup for my sister. I wrapped them in multiple layers of ice packs and put them in an insulated box. They shouldn't melt. I was just scared when I went through customs. I was afraid that they would check and I would have to throw them all away. Fortunately, customs ignored me."

"That's great." Wen Song said with a smile, "Then go home quickly, I want to eat."

Cheng Che's home is a high-end apartment located on the banks of the Limmat River in the center of Zurich. The entire building has a Baroque classical architectural style.

However, unlike what Wen Song expected, his house was not big, just a one-bedroom and one-living room of about 80 square meters. Unlike the gorgeous exterior of the apartment, the interior decoration adopted the German modern architectural concept, and the color scheme was still mainly black, white, gray and wood color. Although simple, it was more high-end. Moreover, as she expected, his house was exceptionally clean and tidy, without a speck of dust.

Cheng Che gave his slippers to Wen Song and said a little embarrassedly: "Sister, wear mine first. I will buy slippers for you tomorrow."

"It's okay, no need." Wen Song smiled, "I'll just go barefoot."

Cheng Che noticed the huge Disney shopping bag she was holding and couldn't help asking, "What did you get?"

"Hey." Wen Song poured everything in the bag onto the sofa and said, "I bought this for you."

Cheng Che looked at the butter puppy dolls of different sizes and wearing different skirts on the sofa, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This... Isn't this what my sister likes?"

In his lifetime, people have given him all kinds of things, but this is the first time someone has given him so many stuffed toys...

"Yeah, but it looks a lot like you." Wen Song held up a butter puppy and placed it in front of Cheng Che and said, "Look, you are both dogs, and you both know how to cook."

"If I remember correctly, this little dog seems to run a cake shop?" Cheng Che smiled awkwardly.

"It has a name, it's called CookieAnn. Yes, but it's almost like being able to cook, just like you." Wen Song said with a smile.

"But isn't it a girl?" Cheng Che muttered helplessly, "I'm not a girl."

"It's okay, you're not very manly either."

Wen Song blurted out without thinking, but the next second, someone restrained her wrists and pushed her down on the sofa. Just when she was about to fall, Cheng Che quickly stretched out his hand and blocked her neck to prevent her head from hitting the back of the sofa.

"A Che..." She suddenly felt a little scared. This was the first time she felt the difference in power between the two of them. Moreover, Cheng Che was too close to her... so close that she could clearly hear his breathing which became a little rapid.

They had hugged and kissed many times, but this was the first time they were so close to each other. Moreover, she was the one being controlled, and she was afraid of the feeling of being out of control.

"Iseylia..." Cheng Che approached her inch by inch, his nose already touching hers. As long as she raised her head, she could kiss him.

His somewhat low voice sounded in her ears, "You said I'm not manly?"

"I was just kidding." Wen Song immediately stopped, "Look at your great figure, how could you not be manly?"

But he secretly complained in his heart, thinking that he was just a child and would become impulsive when hearing such words.

Being too close, Cheng Che was a little nervous, his blood vessels were dilated, his heartbeat accelerated, and even his ears were red. He loved her, so he was even more afraid of hurting her inadvertently.

"I...I'll go take a shower first, and then cook for my sister." He stood up, loosened his hands that were restraining her, with a hint of self-blame in his tone.

"So do you like the butter puppy I gave you?" Wen Song didn't give up and asked again with a bit of a coquettish tone.

"I like it." Cheng Che smiled and kissed her forehead. "I'll put them all in the bedroom later."