I almost touched the moon

On Sunday, Cheng Che returned to Zurich because of the end of spring vacation. When he was leaving, he sat on the train and looked back at the spire of the Asam Cathedral getting farther and farther away. For the first time, he felt reluctant to leave.

"I wonder what she is doing now." He thought so and leaned his head against the window. He gradually fell asleep due to exhaustion.

He slept for a long time and woke up because of the train announcement. When he opened his eyes, he had arrived at the familiar Zurich Central Station. In the short week he spent in Munich, all the people he met were sealed in his memory.

Maybe this is what life is like, he thought bitterly. You will meet some people and also miss some people.

After returning to Zurich, he quickly returned to his daily study life. Because his leg was not healed yet and he could not ski, he devoted himself to his graduation project. To be fair, he did not like architecture very much, but he did not hate it after all.

Just treat this as something that must be accomplished and do it well, he always comforted himself in this way.

In Messina, Italy, Wen Song sat on the embankment by the sea, holding a small bottle of beer in his hand and a piece of pizza next to him.

She wore sunglasses and enjoyed the warm sunshine in Sicily in early spring. She took a bite of the pizza, took a sip of beer, and hummed a few lines of an unrecognizable melody. This was her favorite way to relax.

"Songsong, phone call!" Qiu Xuanyan came over from under a parasol not far away, holding her phone, took a look and said, "It's a Korean number."

She glanced at the number and didn't save it, but she already knew it by heart. She took the phone, turned it to silent mode and put it aside, continuing to hum a little tune, her legs dangling in front of the embankment.

Is there any emotion? Of course there is, but it is not a love between a man and a woman. She cannot control other people's emotions, but she can force herself not to fall into it.

"Come here!" She called Qiu Xuanyan, "You said you wanted to come to Sicily to bask in the sun, but you ended up staying under a parasol all day."

"I got tanned." Qiu Xuanyan looked at the sunlight above her head, and then glanced at Wen Song, whose skin was still as white as jade under the sun, "Do you think everyone is like you? How come everyone can't get tanned?"

"Try staying in Munich from November to April. It's either snowing or windy and rainy every day, and you won't get tanned." Wen Song stretched and said with emotion, "Sicily is still the best. When I retire, I will settle down in Sicily."

"You said before that you were going to Fussen." Qiu Xuanyan curled her lips. She was accustomed to her friend's fickleness.

"It's too cold in Fussen in the winter, let's go to Sicily." Wen Song let out another long sigh and said reluctantly, "School will start in half a month. Ahhhh, I don't want to go to school."

After school started, Wen Song returned to his busy life. Every day he went between home, classroom and library, and sometimes he would go to the laboratory or observatory.

Seeing that she always stayed in Munich on weekends recently, Xia Ninghe couldn't help asking, "Why don't you go to Korea?"

"Let's be frank. He doesn't like me either." Her expression remained calm. "I won't go there again."

"Yes!!!" Xia Ninghe echoed, "Have you forgotten the tarot cards my cousin read for you? He told you a long time ago that he has feelings for you, but it's not love. It's more that he enjoys the feeling that you like him and regards you as a safe haven."

"That's right." Wen Song expressed his strong agreement, "Your brother is really amazing, his predictions are so accurate. But to be honest, if I hadn't seen that tattoo, I wouldn't think he has anything special to me... That tattoo is really..."

Xia Ninghe also felt a little regretful, but patted her shoulder to comfort her, "So he is just hanging you. It's okay, just let it go. He doesn't deserve you."

Wen Song smiled faintly and pointed to the formula on her computer screen and said, "The distance here is wrong. It should be 41AU."

Xia Ninghe took a look and found that it was indeed wrong, so he corrected it immediately and said without any danger: "Thank God you found it, otherwise if I handed it in, with Abez's strictness, I would definitely be rejected directly. By the way, Songsong, do you want my cousin to calculate your love luck?"

Wen Song shook his head and immediately refused, "No, no, I have no feelings, so I won't trouble you, Master." Then he continued to calculate the experimental data.

But for some reason, the pen that was writing quickly on the iPad stopped, and what emerged in my mind was the rainy night in late March, when the boy was walking slowly forward step by step with a cane.

When she realized her terrible thought, the pen in her hand even fell to the ground, but the sound also brought her back to reality and she continued to devote herself to the subject.