I almost touched the moon

Seeing Wen Song's somewhat confused expression, Wu Qianlan took a sip of sake and said casually, "He was my boyfriend when I was in college in France. He was in the peacekeeping force. I met him when I went to Western Sahara. Twelve years ago, he died in a peacekeeping mission."

Even though Wen Song was not a person with empathy, she still sighed and didn't know how to comfort her. The atmosphere became very silent for a while, and one could even hear the sound of water drops sliding down the wall of the cup.

After a long time, Wen Song saw that Wu Qianlan's eyes were slightly red, so he handed her a tissue, held her hand and said, "He is great."

She couldn't say such high-sounding words as "So you must be happy, you must live well for him." If the person who sacrificed was Cheng Che, she would not commit suicide for love, but she would definitely never be happy again.

"Yes, he is a great, kind, and selfless person." Wu Qianlan smiled bitterly. "So we often quarreled before. I said that his sense of honor and mission was naive, and he said that I was a sophisticated egoist who only saw peace in front of me. He also said that he didn't understand how someone as cold as me could study international law and become a lawyer."

Wu Qianlan took another sip of wine and said, "Then I told him that when I was interning at LK, the first thing my boss said to me was that people with strong empathy should not be lawyers, but should be kindergarten teachers."

"That's exactly what Attorney Wen would say." Wen Song didn't comment on her words, "But Qian Lan, honestly speaking, there is nothing wrong with this sentence itself."

"That's right." Wu Qianlan also nodded and said, "In our industry, we face all kinds of weird cases and weird clients every day. If you have too strong empathy, 1. you won't make money, 2. you'll get depression, 3. you won't make money and you'll get depression or even schizophrenia."

Her smile became brighter and brighter. Under the warm light, even her cold facial features became gorgeous, but the sadness in her eyes became deeper and deeper. "Chi Yan and I are not from the same world at all. In fact, we should not have known each other. He is really great. He asked me at that time, if every lawyer thinks like this, who will uphold justice for the poor.

He also told me that he had met many human rights lawyers in war zones. They had good jobs in developed countries, but they were willing to stay in war zones to fight for the little rights that refugees had, or to help them go to safer places. I said, everyone has their own aspirations, I can't be such a selfless person, and many of them are not as selfless as he saw. "

"and after?"

"Later..." Wu Qianlan drank up the sake and ordered a bottle of whiskey. He said as he drank, "He said, but there are still many people in this world who work not for profit. Not long after, he had to go on another mission and went to Palestine. I couldn't contact him and thought he was angry with me. When I heard about him..."

Cheng Che also fell silent. He still remembered the news that a peacekeeping soldier died heroically while protecting local children during a bombing.

Wen Song had guessed the ending from their silence. She sat down next to Wu Qianlan, touched her head and said, "Everyone has a different outlook on life. He is great and selfless, and you are not wrong either. Don't blame yourself."

"How could someone like me blame myself?" Wu Qianlan laughed at himself. "I just think it's ridiculous. He told me that he loved me and would never leave me. But I only learned about his death from the news. He didn't even leave me a single word. I didn't even have the right to lay flowers on him when his body was returned to China."

Wen Song sat down beside her and hugged her gently. She had never felt such a heart-wrenching experience before, but just imagining it was enough to suffocate her. If that person was Cheng Che, she would only fall into endless torment and regret, unable to extricate herself.

"He and I shouldn't have any contact at all... If that were the case, I would only admire him, respect him, be proud of him and feel sorry for him. But... I would hate him. He is so great and selfless, but he never considered my feelings at all. He never thought about what I should do."

They sat there until the early morning, Wen Song drank a lot of wine with Wu Qianlan, and in the end he just watched her cry silently. She also found the news and learned that twelve years ago today was the day when Wu Qianlan's boyfriend, the peacekeeping soldier named Chi Yan, died.

It was not until two o'clock in the morning, when the pub was about to close, that Wen Song helped Wu Qianlan, who was already drunk and unconscious, to leave. She asked softly, "Do you still want to drink? If you do, come to our house, I'll accompany you."

"I don't want to drink anymore." Wu Qianlan glanced at his watch and was instantly sobered up by the evening breeze. "Sister Ilia, can you take me back to the hotel? I have to go to work tomorrow."

"You are already a managing partner in Hong Kong, so it doesn't matter if you don't go." Wen Song touched her head and comforted her, "My mother won't say anything, and she also takes vacations from time to time. How about I accompany you to the hot springs?"

"No need." Wu Qianlan smiled bleakly. "It's not that my boss wants me to work from nine to five every day, but when I'm not working, I really miss him... Thank you, sister Ilia, see you next week."

After sending Wu Qianlan back to the hotel, Wen Song felt a little heavy-hearted. On the way home, she looked at the quiet streets and suddenly felt fortunate.

She couldn't help but roll down the window, light a cigarette, take a puff, then reach her hand out of the window and watch the smoke gradually dissipate in the evening breeze.

"You already knew about Qian Lan's matter, right?"

She suddenly understood why Cheng Che had gone on a blind date with Wu Qianlan, and why the two of them had agreed to act together to entertain their families.

Cheng Che couldn't help but sigh, slowed down the car, and said to Wen Song: "I only know that she had a boyfriend when she was in school. Governor Wu was very opposed to it, and then her boyfriend died. I only found out about the details today..."

"It's not easy for her..." Wen Song thought of Wu Qianlan's cheerful and nonchalant smile every time he saw her. He never imagined that she had experienced such great pain.

"The previous incident with Governor Wu, and this incident... She is really amazing."

Cheng Che nodded and said, "Qian Lan's personality is very similar to yours and your mother's. She looks like she doesn't care about anything, but she's actually very stubborn... I didn't expect that her boyfriend would sacrifice himself like this."

"She is really pitiful..." Wen Song's tone was even more distressed, "Of course her boyfriend is great, but from Lanlan's perspective, he is very cruel to her. I can't even imagine what I would do if you were gone one day. In fact, I particularly hate adding halo to a profession, moral kidnapping and the like."

Wen Song sighed, "No matter what profession it is, isn't it just a job? Her boyfriend paid with his life, and then, he got the honor, but for Lanlan and his family, it is a pain that can't be erased."

"No, baby, many professions are different." Cheng Che explained gently, "Qian Lan's boyfriend is a soldier, and a peacekeeper, so he has a mission. Moreover, in such an occasion, even if he is not a peacekeeper, but just an ordinary adult, he will definitely protect the child."

"I know." Wen Song nodded, his voice getting sadder. "All I mean is that it's too cruel for Lanlan. She didn't even get to see Mr. Chi for the last time."

She lit another cigarette, looked at Cheng Che and said, "It's like, I know that as an athlete, you have your sense of honor and responsibility, because I don't have these, so this is one of the reasons why I love you. But Che, just like the year of the Beijing Winter Olympics, you tore your Achilles tendon, risked worsening your injury and the risk of never being able to ski again, and took four injections to participate in the slopestyle finals...

Finally, you won the gold medal and received the highest honor as a skier. But have you ever thought about how sad I would be if you really couldn't ski anymore, or if you were left with more serious sequelae or even disability? Is it possible that you would regret it in the future? "

When Cheng Che heard her words, he almost ran a red light and slammed on the brakes to stop the car at the stop line. He was still a little shocked and looked at Wen Song in surprise and asked, "Song Song, how did you know that I ruptured my Achilles tendon when I participated in the competition in 27 years?"

"Is there anything about you that I don't know?"

Wen Song smiled calmly, "My mother told me... Before your last Winter Olympics, my mother called me and told me about this. She said that the ruptured Achilles tendon muscles would be more fragile, and asked me to remind you not to overdo it during training and competition. But my mother was afraid that I would scold you, so she asked me not to mention this matter."

"I'm sorry, honey." Cheng Che took advantage of the red light to hug her and kiss her gently on the lips. "You can scold me, I know I was wrong. But don't worry, nothing happened. I rested for a while and recovered completely. Look, I'm fine now."

"Why would I scold you? It's been so long." Wen Song patted his head gently, "Drive, the light is green!"

"It's still a while. This red light will last for a long time." Cheng Che continued to hug her and act coquettishly, "If my wife is not angry, I want to kiss her."

Wen Song smiled, raised his head and kissed his lips, "Don't be angry, I know you are this kind of person, and I admire you very much. A Che, you are all great."

"Don't worry, I won't do that again." Cheng Che kissed her during the last few seconds of the red light, "From now on, I will only listen to my wife and I will definitely not abandon you and Astrid."