I almost touched the moon

At nine o'clock on Thursday morning, for the last exam, Wen Song wrote furiously and finally finished the answer sheet half an hour ahead of schedule. He quickly packed up his things and left the examination room.

When she was leaving, someone called her from behind. It was Aalok, a German boy in the same major. "Iseylia, how did you feel about the exam today?"

Wen Song yawned and said, "It's not bad, not as difficult as I imagined."

"I think so too," Aalok agreed. "But I'm not sure about the answers to a few questions. Do you want to go to the library to discuss them?"

"Although I want to go, I don't have time." Wen Song shook his head and said, "I have to go to Zurich now. My friend is having his graduation defense today and invited me to attend."

"Wow." Aalok nodded and said, "It is indeed an important matter. Go ahead and wish your friend a happy graduation."

After leaving the examination room, Wen Song drove straight to Munich Central Station, parked the car and drove all the way. Thanks to the occasional maintenance of German Railways, the train was delayed by ten minutes. She finally rushed into the carriage in the last 2 minutes before the train departed.

The old lady sitting by the door saw her running out of breath, and said kindly, "Be careful," and then went up to ask her if she needed help.

She thanked the old lady for her kindness, sat down in her seat, opened the mirror and looked at herself. She looked horrible.

Not only was she sweating profusely, but she also had dark circles under her eyes so heavy that she could have cosplayed as a giant panda to work at the zoo. Not to mention that she had lost some weight and her cheekbones were a little prominent because she hadn't eaten well for many days.

No wonder the kind old lady asked her if she needed help, maybe she thought she was a refugee...

She first sent a WeChat message to Cheng Che, telling him that she had boarded the bus but might be a little late, and then immediately took out the cosmetics she carried with her and started to put on makeup.

Cheng Che replied quickly, still in his usual tone, [It's okay, I'll send you the classroom location first, sister, just take your time, and be careful. ]

Soon, he sent the address of the classroom, along with how to get a taxi, where to get off, and how to get there, all carefully marked on the map.

Three and a half hours later, Wen Song arrived in Zurich. When she passed by the flower shop at the train station, she subconsciously walked in and wanted to pick flowers for Cheng Che.

After choosing for a while, she set her eyes on a bouquet of calla lilies. It had no complicated packaging, just the flowers tied together with white satin, yet it was exceptionally simple and beautiful.

It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon when Wen Song arrived at the ETH Zurich. She went to the door of the classroom that Cheng Che had given her, but found it closed and voices could be heard coming from inside.

It was Cheng Che's voice. She seldom heard Cheng Che speak German. Compared with Chinese, when he spoke German, his speaking speed was obviously slower and his voice was deeper and more magnetic.

"It turns out that my graduation project is also related to ski resorts..." Wen Song couldn't help but smile. He really loves his dream.

Half an hour later, applause broke out in the classroom. The defense was over, and someone came out from the back door. Wen Song also walked into the classroom at this time.

Cheng Che stood on the podium, flanked by several professors from the Department of Architecture. He held a degree certificate in his hand and took a photo with the professors, maintaining a polite smile.

The moment he saw Wen Song, he smiled, his eyes curved, and the light in his eyes turned slightly. He was wearing a black high-end suit, his hair was exquisitely parted in a Korean style, and he also put on a little light makeup, which made him even more dazzling under the white light.

After taking photos with the professors, he quickly walked towards Wen Song and held her hand, "Sister, you're here. Why didn't you come in earlier? I've been waiting for you."

"Cheng Che, happy graduation." She handed him the calla lily in her hand, "Next, focus on fulfilling your dream."

"Thank you, sister." He took the calla lily and held it tightly in his hand, "I like it very much."

"And this." Wen Song took out a jewelry box from his bag, "A graduation gift."

Cheng Che saw the logo on it and said embarrassedly, "This is too expensive. I'll give the money to my sister."

"What nonsense are you talking about." Wen Song smiled, "It's not much money, come and see if you like it."

Cheng Che said without even looking at it: "Since my sister chose it, I will definitely like it."

Then she opened the jewelry box, took out the gray bracelet, put it on her hand, and shook it in front of Wen Song, "How is it? Does it look good?"

"It looks good." The platinum horseshoe buckle and silver bracelet match his thin and fair wrist, which is just the right amount of exquisiteness.

But... Wen Song saw the watch he was wearing, a Richard Mille RM055, and the bracelet she gave him next to it, which made him look a little shabby... She pursed her lips calmly, secretly thanking that she didn't give him a watch.

"Thank you, sister." Cheng Che hugged her and said, "I like it very much. I really like it very much. This is the best gift I have ever received."

There were some students in the classroom who were invited by Cheng Che to attend the defense. Seeing this scene, they all asked, "Roche, is this your girlfriend? She's so beautiful."

"Not yet." Cheng Che smiled, feeling a little embarrassed.

Wen Song, however, held his hand, intertwined his fingers with his, and greeted his classmates in German with a smile. He did not admit it verbally, but his actions had already acquiesced.

"Roche?" Wen Song found it a little funny when he heard his English name. "Why did you choose this English name?"

"I just picked it up casually when I went to England. What's wrong with that?" Cheng Che was a little puzzled.

"Roche limit was proposed by French astronomer Édouard Roche." Wen Song explained briefly.

"I know." Cheng Che nodded and said, "I heard that when the distance between two celestial bodies is less than the Roche limit, the smaller celestial body will be torn apart, right?"

"Yes." Wen Song nodded, "But the smaller celestial body will not disappear, it will just break up and become a star ring of the larger celestial body."

"It seems very romantic..." Cheng Che said silently, thinking to himself that he and Wen Song were like two celestial bodies that broke through the Roche limit, and he became her star ring.

Just then, a middle-aged couple came over. Wen Song recognized the middle-aged man as Cheng Che's father, and the other middle-aged woman who was arm in arm with him, looking dignified and elegant, was obviously Cheng Che's mother.

Mother Cheng walked over to Cheng Che, reached out to help him adjust his tie, and then said, "Ah Che, congratulations on your graduation. Can we go to the entrance of your School of Architecture to take a family photo together later? It's a pity that Ah Xuan went to the United States for the school's summer camp and can't come. It's a pity."

Mr. Cheng laughed and said, "What's the big deal? We can just photoshop A Xuan in later. When his summer camp is over, tell him not to return to China but to come directly to Zurich. We'll take another photo."

Cheng Che didn't say much, just smiled and nodded.

Cheng Che's mother noticed Wen Song, a beautiful girl who was dressed exquisitely and standing next to Cheng Che, and she already understood what was going on.

She walked to Wen Song's side and pulled Cheng Che over to ask, "Why didn't you tell mom that you have a girlfriend?"

He praised Wen Song from head to toe, praising her for her beauty, good skin and good figure. Finally, he praised her outfit, which made Wen Song almost dizzy.

After trying to calm down his thoughts, he smiled and said to Cheng's mother, "Hello, Auntie. I am Cheng Che's friend."

"Mom..." Cheng Che was also a little embarrassed, "Sister Iseylia, you are not my girlfriend yet."

"Is that so..." Mother Cheng laughed twice to hide her embarrassment, and then said to Cheng Che, "Then you have to work hard."

Then he asked Wen Song: "Iseylia, can you take a photo of our family?"

"Okay." Wen Song nodded and said, "Let's go to the entrance of the academy on the first floor to take pictures. It looks better there."

In the photo, Cheng Che stood in the center, with his father standing on his left. His elegant and dignified face showed even a perfect smile, and his mother held his arm with a gentle smile.

Wen Song watched this scene from the side, feeling a little envious. She had never seen such a harmonious and happy family before.

She had lived with her grandparents since she was three years old, and she had long forgotten what her so-called "father" looked like. Her mother went to Switzerland to study for a doctorate when she was four years old, and it was not until she was twelve years old that Lawyer Wen, who had become successful, took her to Zurich.

But after arriving in Zurich, her mother was mostly busy with work, and she still didn't have much time to spend with her. Moreover, they had never lived together before, so they were not close. Rather than mother and daughter, they were more like ordinary friends, or roommates living under the same roof.

After taking photos with his parents, Cheng Che's father suggested having dinner together in the evening, but Cheng Che refused.

Father Cheng's expression was obviously a little dissatisfied, and Mother Cheng quickly pulled him aside and said, "Let Che and the other young people come together, and we old couple can go and have fun on our own. Honey, please accompany me to visit Zurich, this is my first time here."

Then she said to Cheng Che, "Ah Che, take your friends out to eat something nice. Mom will pay for it."

Cheng Che smiled faintly and said, "Well, thanks, Mom." He then nodded goodbye to Mr. Cheng and Mrs. Cheng.

Wen Song looked at Cheng Che's attitude towards his parents and vaguely felt that something was wrong. The way Cheng Che interacted with his parents seemed too polite.

Of course, she didn't know what a normal family was like. She had never experienced a real family of three. The most she saw was the relationship between her mother and her grandparents, who either quarreled or ignored each other. The relationship between her and Lawyer Wen was also considered abnormal by many people, so she didn't think much about it.

After they left, Cheng Che took out his graduation certificate and showed it to Wen Song. He said with some regret, "It's so simple. I saw that their diplomas in China are very thick. And we don't even have bachelor's gowns and bachelor's caps. I also want to take a photo with my sister."

Wen Song smiled and said, "It's the same in Europe. The gorgeous graduation ceremonies are originally the British and American style. It's pretty good. My undergraduate diploma is just an A4 paper. I put it in my study. But when my grandmother came to Zurich, she insisted on helping me sort it out and threw the diploma away as waste paper. I had to go to the administrative office to get a new one."

After hearing her words, Cheng Che nodded contentedly and said, "Then I feel balanced. At least we are not A4 paper."

"If you want to take a photo, you can do so now." Wen Song looked at his suit and nodded, "Very handsome, much better looking than a bachelor's degree gown."

"Okay!" Cheng Che agreed happily. After taking a selfie with his phone, he stopped a student passing by and asked, "Can you take a photo for us?"

"Of course." The other party agreed very readily.

"1, 2, 3, Smile!"

As the sound of taking pictures rang out, time froze at this moment.

In the photo, Cheng Che holds Wen Song's shoulders with his left hand, and holds the graduation certificate and the calla lily bouquet she gave him in his right hand. His mouth is upturned, and his smile is bright, even his eyebrows and eyes are smiling. Wen Song also smiles, her peach blossom eyes slightly raised, and her smile is calm.

"The photos are great." Wen Song nodded and said, "Remember to send them to me."

"Okay." Cheng Che looked at the photo and silently clicked the collection button.

He took Wen Song's hand and said, "Let's go eat. I have booked the Restaurant."

"Ache." Wen Song said with a smile, "I'm on vacation. I'll be in Zurich during the holidays."

"That's great." Cheng Che couldn't hide his joy, but soon he became a little disappointed, "But I have to go to Finland for training later, so I may not be able to accompany my sister often."

"It's okay." Wen Song smiled, "I can come to Finland to accompany you."

"Really?" Cheng Che couldn't believe his ears.

"Of course." Wen Song nodded. "I lie down at home, and I lie down in Finland. It's all the same."

"Sister, you don't have to accompany me all the time..." Cheng Che suddenly felt shy, "It depends on your time."

"Silly boy." Wen Song thought he was really cute. "I can't be with you every day, but I will try to spend more time with you."