I almost touched the moon

"Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?" Wen Song asked.

"I don't mind." Cheng Che shook his head and considerately rolled down the car window for her.

Wen Song lit a cigarette, looked at the sunset outside the window and said, "Whenever I feel frustrated with my studies, I like to go skiing in the afternoon. On the way home, I can see the sunset. At that moment, I feel that no matter how hard I am, it disappears into thin air."

"Why did Sister Wen Song come to Munich to study?" Cheng Che asked in confusion. "We, the international students in Europe, all know that German universities are hellishly difficult. LMU and TUM are hellish among hells, but compared to other famous universities, their world rankings are not that high. With Sister's ability, she can definitely go to ETH or MIT for a master's degree, right?"

Wen Song's answer surprised him. "Because I like Fuessen, Neuschwanstein Castle, and astronomy, I applied to LMU when I was an undergraduate. When I was doing my master's degree, I didn't want to change. I had adapted to everything in Munich. It would be too much trouble to start from scratch in a new place. And I don't care about rankings. I don't need to use them to reflect my value or ability."

It's surprising, but it's really... a very Iseylia answer.

Cheng Che suddenly felt a little admiration and envy for her. He admired Wen Song for being able to focus on herself, and even more so for her attitude of completely ignoring worldly views. Living like this should be easy...

"What about you?" Wen Song also asked him, "You clearly don't like architecture, so why are you forcing yourself to learn it?"

Don’t you like architecture... How did she know that... Cheng Che was a little flustered for a moment.

Wen Song saw through his thoughts and said, "Since we met, you have never mentioned your major except when we introduced ourselves for the second time. I haven't seen you spend a lot of time on it. If you really like it, it wouldn't be like this, right?"

"Yeah..." Cheng Che admitted, "I don't like it, but I don't hate it either. My dad is a very traditional and face-conscious person. He is an architect and comes from a scholarly family. He thinks that athletes are all strong-limbed but simple-minded."

Cheng Che's tone became lost when he said this. "So when I was in the third year of junior high school, I won the gold medal in the National Youth Skiing Competition. I could have joined the national team for training, but my father disagreed. Not only did he disagree, he also sent me to a boarding school in the UK, which cut off my dreams. Later, when I became an adult, I studied architecture as he wanted, and finally I could gain some freedom to ski. So I started to find a coach to train at my own expense and participated in some competitions, but the World Championships and the Winter Olympics... It's probably impossible."

"How is it impossible?" Wen Song asked back, "I think your ability is no less than that of the current national team players, and China is also vigorously selecting and developing talents for the Winter Olympics. With your ability, as long as you have good results in major competitions, it will definitely not be a problem for you to be selected for the national team."

"Actually, I'm on the national team. It's just that I can't train due to my studies, so I don't get to participate in many major competitions. Sister, do you really think I can do it?" Cheng Che asked excitedly, even slowing down his driving speed.

"Of course." Wen Song looked at him and said, "I believe you can do it, Cheng Che, I still say the same thing, do what you want to do, even if you can't become an Olympic champion, don't let yourself have any regrets."

"Hmm..." Cheng Che couldn't help but smile and nodded firmly, "I will."

He then asked Wen Song: "What is Sister Wen Song's dream? To become an astronomer or a physicist?"

"No." Wen Song finished smoking, stretched and said lazily, "Dreams are too tiring, so I don't have them. I don't have the ambition to win the Nobel Prize, nor do I have the ambition to contribute to human exploration of the universe. I'm just completing something that I'm a little interested in and must complete. It's that simple."

"That's good." Her opinion was completely different from Cheng Che's usual attitude, but it didn't make him feel uncomfortable. "Sister is doing very well now."

"Yeah." Wen Song nodded and continued to look out the window. The sun had already set below the horizon and the sky had darkened. She suddenly said to Cheng Che, "Notify me when the next competition starts."

"Ah?" Cheng Che was surprised and thought he was hallucinating. He couldn't help but ask again, "What?"

"I said, tell me next time there is a competition," she repeated.

"Yes!" Cheng Che agreed immediately, fearing that she would regret it. "Then I'll send you a ticket! You must come!"

"Okay." Wen Song smiled at his serious look. Although someone had said something similar to her before, she knew that they were different. She nodded and said, "I will definitely come."

After returning to Munich, Cheng Che parked the car in front of a DM supermarket and said to her, "I'm going in to buy something. Wait for me."

She nodded and sat quietly in the car waiting for him. He soon returned to the car and handed her a tube of ointment and a box of plasters in his hand.

"What is this?" Wen Song held the ointment and patch, somewhat puzzled.

Cheng Che pointed at the ointment and patiently explained to her, "This is a massage ointment specifically for treating muscle soreness. I fell while practicing snowboarding today, and you probably don't exercise much, so you will probably have muscle soreness all over tomorrow. When you go back, check if there are any bruises on your body. If there are, apply cold compresses today and tomorrow, and then apply hot compresses two days later. After the hot compresses, apply this ointment, which has a good effect of promoting blood circulation and removing stasis. Then your legs and arms may have muscle soreness. You can also apply this ointment and massage for a while. It has a good soothing effect. If it is still very sore, use this ointment again the next day."

"Thank you." Wen Song didn't expect him to be so thoughtful and was a little touched.

Cheng Che reminded again: "Oh, by the way, this ointment will be a little irritating, so it's best to try it on a local area first to prevent allergies."

"Okay..." Wen Song thanked him and said, "I'll transfer the money to you."

"Oh, no need for that!" Cheng Che frowned and said in a coquettish tone, "Aren't we friends? There's no need to be so formal with friends."

"Okay..." Wen Song knew that even if he really transferred the money, he would return it, so he had no choice but to accept it. He said to him, "Then I will treat you to a meal next time I return to Zurich."

"Okay!" Cheng Che agreed immediately, "But you don't have to treat me, we can just have dinner together."

After returning home, Wen Song felt that his thighs were sore and swollen, and there were bruises on both sides of his thighs due to the fall. After using the method Cheng Che suggested, he felt that the soreness was relieved a lot.

She clicked on Cheng Che's WeChat Moments for the first time and found that he had just updated a post today. It was a photo of a snowy mountain from his perspective in the cable car when they went up the mountain together. He didn't add a caption, but just sent a "??" emoji. She also liked his post for the first time, and a smile spread across her eyes.