I almost touched the moon

After returning to the hotel, Wen Song discovered that the room card was left with Li Yunjia, while she was still on the tram back to the hotel.

"Or, let's ask the staff to help us open it." Cheng Che suggested, but secretly hoped that she could stay with him for a while longer.

"I didn't bring my passport either..." Wen Song said silently, "It seems that you are the only one who can take me in."

"I'm honored." Cheng Che smiled, took her hand and went back to his room.

The front desk staff thoughtfully arranged a room for Cheng Che on the same floor as Wen Song. Through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, one could overlook the night view of the entire Fukuoka city center.

"It would be a shame not to drink with this view." Wen Song took out a bottle of sake from the minibar, sat on the sofa by the window and asked Cheng Che, "Would you like to drink together?"

"No." Cheng Che sat down beside her, put his arm around her shoulders, let her lean on his shoulders, and took the wine from her hand, "Don't drink it either."

"I don't smoke or drink. I get up early every day to run and have regular meals." Wen Song smiled, "Ache, you are really the most health-conscious person I have ever met."

"It's not that I'm trying to maintain my health, but you're too unhealthy." Cheng Che said, and couldn't help pinching her face. Since the holiday, she has been eating and sleeping every day, and her face has gained some weight.

"How am I unhealthy?" Wen Song asked back, "Although I smoke, I don't smoke much, and I only smoke thin cigarettes with a very light smell. I only drink alcohol occasionally."

"Well, sometimes he drinks a dozen beers, five bottles of sake and three bottles of shochu, then calls me when he's drunk and asks me to come to Osaka from Zurich." Cheng Che said unhappily.

"Wow, I find it a pity that you studied architecture and became a skier." Wen Song pinched his hand mischievously, "You have such a good memory, you should study law."

"No." Cheng Che shook his head and said, "My memory is very poor."

"Well, it seems that he holds a grudge." Wen Song nodded and said to himself.

"No." Cheng Che lowered his head slightly, and his lips touched her forehead. "I'm worried about your health. Don't drink so much in the future, okay?"

"Okay." Wen Song responded, mumbling, "Actually, I really didn't drink much... I think I only drank two bottles of beer, one bottle of sake, and half a bottle of soju, all of which were drunk by Yunjia."

"Not much?" Cheng Che glanced at her again, "If you can't drink much, then don't drink."

"I can drink quite well!" She stood up from the sofa unconvinced, walked to the refrigerator, took out two more bottles of beer and said, "Want to compete?"

"Stop it." Cheng Che walked over and hugged her, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her in his arms. "I'm a little tired, sit with me for a while."

"Yeah, okay." She knew that he had to change planes and adjust to the time difference when coming from Zurich to Fukuoka. Even if he was in good health, he would definitely feel tired.

She stopped playing and sat quietly with him on the sofa, overlooking the night view outside the window.

"Is this your first time in Fukuoka?" she asked.

"I came here when I was a kid," Cheng Che said, "with my parents and brother, on a cruise ship. Where's your sister?"

"I've been here many times." Wen Song smiled, "Yun Jia used to go to university in Fukuoka, and I would come to see her every year during the cherry blossom season."

"Are they very good friends?"

"Yes, she is one of my best friends, and she is of the same status as Xuanyan."

Cheng Che smiled. He had long discovered that Wen Song only had women as friends, and every one of them was very kind to her, even to the point of spoiling her to the point of lawlessness.

"Sister, do you come to Japan every year to see the cherry blossoms?"

"Yes, except this year, I didn't have time because of something. In the past, we would come to Fukuoka most of the time, and sometimes we would go to Kyoto, Tokyo, and Hokkaido. Next year, let's go to Mount Fuji to see the cherry blossoms. The cherry blossoms at Oshino Hakkai are super beautiful."

She looked up at Cheng Che, her eyes revealing tenderness and yearning.

"Yeah." When Cheng Che heard her words, joy diluted his tiredness. He held her hand tightly and said, let's go together next year.

He couldn't help but turn around, bent down and kissed Wen Song, hugged her tightly, supported her back with one hand to hold her in his arms, and leaned over to kiss her gently.

Wen Song was initially surprised for a moment, but soon became intoxicated by his tenderness, closing his eyes and deepening the kiss... from the initial light touch to the final passionate lingering.

"Learned bad things..."

After the kiss, Wen Song lay on Cheng Che's lap, letting him continue to hold her. She took a deep breath to dispel the feeling of suffocation caused by the long period of lips and tongues.

"It's instinct." Cheng Che looked at her swollen lips and flushed cheeks after the kiss, and couldn't help but lower his head and peck her lips again.

"A Che." Wen Song suddenly looked at him seriously and said, "I didn't mean to ignore you, so I didn't tell you that I came to Japan. I just don't have this habit."

"I know." Cheng Che's hand passed through her hair, letting the long light brown hair entangle his hand. "It's my fault too. I shouldn't have been unreasonable with my sister."

"You're not being unreasonable. You're fine." Wen Song looked at the dark circles under his eyes and put his hand on his cheek. "I didn't expect you to come. Are you tired?"

"Not tired." Cheng Che held her hand and shook his head, "Not tired at all."

"Ah Che, I never knew that I needed to tell others when I was traveling or going somewhere." Wen Song said a little embarrassedly, "I have never told anyone, and my mother and Xuanyan would not ask me, so... I have no one to tell these things to."

"But later, I'll tell you in advance."

"Okay." He held her in his arms and said again, "Sister, I love you."

"I know." Wen Song turned his head and kissed his cheek, "I love you too, silly."

"Now that we're in Japan, is there any place you want to go? Okinawa? Kyoto? Tokyo? Nara? Or go to Osaka and visit Universal Studios?" she asked.

"No." Cheng Che shook his head and said, "I've been there before. I just want to be with my sister."

"What a silly boy." Wen Song looked at him and couldn't help laughing, but she really liked and was moved by his loyalty and persistence in feelings.

"Why don't you just take a good rest in the hotel tomorrow, and I'll take you to the most effective shrine in Fukuoka the day after tomorrow. If you don't have any other place you want to go, should we go to Guam or go back to Switzerland?" She looked at Cheng Che and made plans with great interest.

"Okay."

But he refused the subsequent travel arrangements, "Today is already August 8th... I have to go back to China on the 14th for something, sister, can you accompany me?"

"I want to, but I can't go." Wen Song sighed unhappily, "My visa has expired..."

"Then sister, can you wait for me in Hong Kong?" Cheng Che asked, "Anyway, I have to transfer in Hong Kong when I return to Zurich from Hangzhou. It will only take four or five days, and I will come to Hong Kong on the 22nd at the latest."

"Ah Che." Wen Song's face turned cold, and his tone was no longer gentle. "I really don't like Hong Kong, especially in the summer. Not only are there a lot of people, but it's also hot and humid. I don't know what else I can do except lie down in the hotel and sleep."

"I'll go back to Zurich to wait for you, okay? It's all the same. And you can fly directly from Shanghai to Zurich, and you don't have to transfer in Hong Kong, which is so troublesome." Wen Song saw his disappointment and softened his tone to coax him.

"Okay..." He didn't want to force Wen Song, nor did he have the heart to leave her alone in Hong Kong. Although he felt a little disappointed, he agreed to her wishes.

"Where is your sister's hometown?" he asked.

"It should be Hangzhou." Wen Song said, "My mother's hometown is Hangzhou, and my grandparents are also in Hangzhou."

"That's great." The disappointment in his heart was soon replaced by the fact that their hometowns were the same place. "I go back to Hangzhou every year in mid-August and during the New Year. Where's my sister?"

"During the New Year, I will go to visit my grandparents with my mother," she said.

"Then we can celebrate the New Year together this year." Cheng Che said happily.

"Hmm...I guess so."

Wen Song did not give him a clear answer. She did not like going to Hangzhou. Every time she went there, it would end in a quarrel. Every time she had to watch a big fight between her mother and her grandparents. In the end, her mother would slam the door and leave, while her grandmother would curse and cry behind her.

But the next year, her mother was soft-hearted and could not refuse her grandparents' invitation because of her inner family affection and moral values, so she took her back to Hangzhou.

Year after year, when she thinks of the New Year now, all she can think of is the sound of her mother and grandmother arguing and smashing plates, with her grandfather joining in the quarrel after failing to stop them.

Cheng Che heard the uncertainty in her tone, and remembering that she had never mentioned her father to him, he understood a little bit and immediately dropped the topic.

The phone rang, Wen Song opened it and saw a message from Li Yunjia, [I'm at the hotel, are you coming back? ]

Wen Song noticed that Cheng Che was a little sleepy, so he stood up and said to him, "Have a good sleep, and tell me when you wake up tomorrow. I'm going back to sleep too."

"Okay." Cheng Che still walked him to the door of the room, lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, "Good night, sister."