I almost touched the moon

After Cheng Che left, Wen Song returned to his room and took a bath to dispel the fatigue of getting up early.

She was in a really good mood, humming a song while taking a bath. Just as she was drinking rosé wine and humming a song immersed in her own world, her cell phone rang. It was a WeChat message from Cheng Che.

【We are home now. Sister, have a good rest. 】

Posted another photo, which was of Petty playing with a group of children on the grass at night.

[Can I post it on WeChat Moments? ]

[Send it.] Wen Song replied.

Cheng Che sent another WeChat message, [Sister, don’t you post to Moments? ]

[Well, almost never.]

But after posting, she added, "I usually use Instagram."

Without Cheng Che's inquiry or reminder, she had already shared her Instagram homepage link with him.

Cheng Che also replied immediately, [Follow me, sister, remember to follow me back. ]

[Okay.] She only replied with this sentence, but immediately opened Instagram to see what Cheng Che posted.

But it turned out that he had set up a private account. “Quite mysterious,” she thought to herself.

However, Cheng Che immediately approved her application to follow him. His Instagram content is simple. In addition to some landscape photos, there is also a photo of them having dinner together at the foot of Kitzsteinhorn. Under the warm yellow light, her fingers were in the photo, and he captioned, "Ein sehr sch?ner Tag" (It's a beautiful day).

In addition, there are photos of him skiing, but most of them do not have his face, only his back. Except for one photo released in January this year, he stood on the podium, the runner-up of the men's slopestyle obstacle skills in the Freestyle Skiing World Cup Lax. In the photo, Cheng Che is holding a medal, smiling confidently and brightly.

She suddenly felt a little regretful that she met Cheng Che too late and was unable to witness the moment when he stepped onto the podium.

But at this moment, her cell phone suddenly rang. She saw the WeChat notification and felt a little strange, but she still picked up the phone.

"Shouldn't you be having a good time at this hour? Why did you suddenly call me?" Wen Song said jokingly.

"I didn't meet anyone good today, so I went home." Zhang Yue yawned and said, "I was just checking Weibo and saw the scandal between that pretty boy you like and a female idol. Why doesn't that scumbag just die? He used your money to date a female idol, and he got hit and killed when he left the house. I'm afraid you're sad, so I called to express my condolences."

"Which female idol?" Wen Song didn't feel sad, but he just felt curious.

Zhang Yue spat and said, "It's that girl group, QUYZ, is that the name? It's the captain of the group, I forgot what her name was. Anyway, she doesn't look that good, not as pretty as you. He really has a bad taste, there are so many female stars but he picked the ugliest one."

"Okay, stop kidding me." Wen Song smiled. "She's a popular female idol. If she could fall for Yin Junze, I would suspect she was under a spell."

She also knew the person Zhang Yue was talking about. She had appeared in a variety show with Skyline and the two were familiar with each other, but as for love, she didn't think there was any substantial relationship between them.

She knew Skyline too well. He did have some suspicion of flirting with Wen Song, but he was extremely serious and self-disciplined in his career. He had said many times that he would not fall in love during his career. Wen Song would doubt his attitude towards love, but he would not doubt his persistence in his dream.

"But it's probably fake," she said calmly. "I guess they'll issue a clarification announcement tomorrow."

"Do you really not like it anymore?" Zhang Yue asked hesitantly.

"I haven't liked him for a long time." Wen Song yawned. "I still like him even after he said that. Am I crazy? Besides, let me tell you, I met a little boy recently. He's super handsome."

When she talked about Cheng Che, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she chuckled a few times in a rather infatuated way.

Zhang Yue couldn't help but click his tongue when he heard her laughter, but he also asked curiously, "Who is it? How handsome is he? Send me a photo."

Wen Song then sent her the photo of Cheng Che receiving the award on Instagram, and told her everything that had happened between him and Cheng Che in the past few days.

After Zhang Yue finished looking at the photo, she clicked her tongue several times and praised, "Not bad, not bad, very handsome, much more handsome than that Yin Junze, very good, you have made progress, I am very pleased. And the figure is also good, oh this little head, broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, I am drooling, if you don't want it, remember to send his WeChat to me, it's really good, it looks very exciting."

"Shut up! Don't persecute children!" Wen Song quickly stopped him, "He is very innocent, a pure little dog." Then he told Zhang Yue what happened tonight.

Zhang Yue felt something was wrong after hearing this and confirmed it again, "You mean, you held hands, and you also held hands with him when you were walking the dog tonight?"

"correct."

"And we hugged each other. Did you take the initiative to hug him?"

"Yeah." Wen Song nodded, not thinking there was anything wrong with it, "He hugged me too."

"Then you asked him to stay at your house at night and he refused?" Zhang Yue felt more and more that something was wrong.

"Yes, is there any problem? Doesn't this just prove that he is very innocent?" Wen Song didn't understand why Zhang Yue felt something was wrong.

"It's over, it's over." Zhang Yue said "it's over" three times in a row, and reminded Wen Song earnestly, "When a man does this, there are only two possibilities. One, he's not good enough."

"Shut up, have you ever tried that?" Wen Song said unhappily.

"You just don't have experience." Zhang Yue continued to analyze, "When people see someone they like, their hormones will definitely be aroused, not to mention that men are animals with only their lower bodies. Even if they don't have a substantive relationship, they will want to get closer to you."

Wen Song thought it made sense and said, "Go on."

"But you invited him to live in your house, and he still refused. Either he can't do it, or he doesn't like you." Zhang Yue sighed with some regret. "He is an athlete, there is no doubt that he can do it. So he just doesn't like you."

"But he is really good to me." Wen Song then realized that he had unknowingly developed feelings for Cheng Che. He wasn't sure if he loved her, but at least, he liked her.

"That only shows that he is a good person, and he is good to everyone." Zhang Yue sighed again, "Oh yes, there is a third possibility, he likes men, and you two are sisters. That's good, being sisters is also good."

"Then let's be sisters..." Wen Song thought about it carefully. Compared with the first two reasons, this reason seemed more acceptable to her.

"But do you think he is gay?" Zhang Yue asked, "I don't think so anyway."

"I don't think so either." Wen Song said, "He looks very straight."

"Then he just doesn't like you." Zhang Yue's tone was full of regret and comfort, "Poor my little Ilia, it's so hard to meet someone he likes."

"Hmm..." Wen Song basically agreed with Zhang Yue's words. He felt sad and uneasy, but he still said stubbornly, "If you don't like him, then don't like him. I don't like him either. It's good to be friends."

Zhang Yue could tell that she sounded really disappointed, so he quickly comforted her, "Well, I'm not saying that he definitely doesn't like you. Maybe he's a traditional person who keeps himself clean. You can't say for sure, right? Maybe he'll confess to you tomorrow."

"Let it be..." Wen Song said calmly, but the disappointment in his heart became more and more intense. "It's late. Have you arrived home? Go to bed early."

"Just arrived." Zhang Yue secretly regretted what he had just said, "Song Song, I was just talking nonsense because I was drunk. Don't take it to heart. I was just talking nonsense."

"It's okay, I know." Wen Song's tone was exceptionally calm. "I don't care. You should go to bed early. I'll hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, she saw a message from Cheng Che on WeChat, [What would you like to eat for lunch and dinner tomorrow? ]

She didn't want to reply to his message, so she threw her phone aside and buried herself in the water. Is it true that she doesn't like him? Is it true that she treats everyone like this...

She buried her head deeper, feeling the suffocation. She had once endured the pain of liking someone so self-righteously, and she absolutely could not go through it again.