I almost touched the moon

Wen Song spent an entire afternoon at the ski resort and felt a little bored. He kept thinking about today's abnormalities. After thinking for a long time, he could not come to a conclusion, so he could only call Qiu Xuanyan.

"What's wrong, baby?" Qiu Xuanyan's voice was a little noisy. "Zhang Yue and I are in the KTV. What's going on?"

"Song Song! How's your love life? How's your little puppy's health?" Zhang Yue's tone was still as inappropriate.

"Ah, stop talking!" Wen Song's face immediately turned red, with some resentment.

"Oh my god, it can't be really impossible..." Zhang Yueguang's tone was enough to make Qiu Xuanyan beat her chest and stamp her feet. He then said to Qiu Xuanyan, "What's the use of having good looks, Mr. Qiu? It's useless. So, when looking for a partner, you must find someone with a good body, and don't just look at the face. You've recently taken a fancy to that little brother, and I don't think it's possible."

"No!!" Wen Song gritted his teeth and said, "My body is too good, I can't bear it, don't talk about this! I have something important to do."

"Oh, congratulations! You've met such a good first love." Zhang Yue clicked his tongue twice, "I'm so envious. Does he have any teammates? Remember to introduce them to me."

"He does have a teammate, but he's probably not your type." Seeing that he was about to be led astray, Wen Song immediately changed the subject, "I have something important to do!"

"Okay, okay, tell me what's the matter." Qiu Xuanyan and Zhang Yue urged together.

Wen Song then told them what happened today, and added at the end, "I also find it very strange. I have been telling him to do what he likes, but in the end, I poured cold water on him."

"Because you love him." Zhang Yue hit the nail on the head. "Let me say something unpleasant. Skyline is nothing to you but a pastime in your spare time. Of course you hope he can win the championship. You hope even more if he fights hard to win the championship. As a fan, you will feel proud and have more confidence when arguing with your rivals. But Cheng Che is different. You love him so you are more afraid that he will get injured during training."

"Yes, yes." Qiu Xuanyan agreed, "Just like our company's employees, I certainly hope they work 24 hours a day out of 20 and treat the company as their home. I hope the people in our company's technical department work hard every day to develop new cars. By then, I will be on Forbes and our company will be among the Fortune . How great it will be."

"Oh my god, what a wicked capitalist." Wen Song couldn't help but exclaim, "Fortunately, I'm not an employee of your company."

"I was just kidding." Qiu Xuanyan said hurriedly, "I am a conscientious capitalist. I never let them work overtime. Even if they work overtime, I pay them three times the salary according to regulations. Moreover, I don't implement compensatory holidays. I even give them a holiday on Christmas. Who can have a conscience like me?"

"Yes, yes, you are a conscientious capitalist." Wen Song smiled and continued, "But this is different. The employees in your company work hard for money and promotion. As for Cheng Che, he said he works for his dream, but dreams don't mean unrealistic, right?"

"Songsong, don't you always say that people should do what they want to do? Then why do you oppose Cheng Che?" Zhang Yue asked back, "What he wants to do now is to complete that thing, double cork1800? I don't know what that means. But are you against him just because he is too idealistic?"

Zhang Yue's words woke Wen Song up from her dream. Yes, she always told Cheng Che, "Tu was du tun willst" (Do what you want to do), but in the end, she was the one who opposed him.

Cheng Che has always followed his heart, but she is the one who is hesitant and ambiguous.

"You're right..." Wen Song's voice was a little lonely, "I seem to be quite insincere. I always say that people should do what they want to do. As a result, Cheng Che wanted to practice double cork1800 and I opposed him. He wanted to win the championship and I said he was too utilitarian. As for me, I clearly wanted to study the Kuiper belt and Pluto, but I still turned to study Mercury because of insufficient observation data and the research value of dwarf planets is not as high as the eight planets."

"That's different." Qiu Xuanyan said, "Olympic champion is Cheng Che's dream, but Song, do you have a dream?"

"Yes, just eat and wait for death."

"You can do it now." Qiu Xuanyan smiled, "Don't study for a doctorate, my godmother and I will support you after you graduate."

"That's right." Zhang Yue also said, "If your dream is to become an astronomer or a physicist, you would go to Oxford or MIT when you applied for graduate school, and you might actually spend your own money to research a probe to send to Pluto."

"Then I can't do that." Wen Song said immediately, "I don't have money."

“Go find Mr. Qiu. If you don’t have money, go find Mr. Qiu and ask Hengya Group for sponsorship.” Zhang Yue also joked.

"Songsong, have you ever thought about why you don't have a dream, but Cheng Che does?" Qiu Xuanyan asked.

Wen Song had never thought about this question. In her understanding, dreams were something out of reach. She already had everything, and nothing was out of reach for her. She didn't really want to become famous or win the Nobel Prize by studying Kuiper Belt objects, so dreams were too unfamiliar to her.

As for Cheng Che, she only knew that he loved skiing, but she never thought about why he wanted to become an Olympic champion so badly. He said it was for his dream, but where did that dream come from?

"He has trained for so many years and is a rare freestyle skiing talent. It would be a pity if he didn't become a world champion," Wen Song said.

"Is it possible? Because he really needs this championship to prove himself." Qiu Xuanyan analyzed, "You have never lacked anything since you were a child. Your godmother always agrees with you and has no requirements for you. But Cheng Che is different. Old Cheng is notoriously strict. If Cheng Che doesn't win the Olympic championship, he will have to go home and inherit the family business."

If you can't win the Olympic championship, you have to go home and inherit the family business. It sounds very dramatic, but it is the reality of Cheng Che's dilemma.

Wen Song saw Cheng Che's strong desire to control him, and she realized that if he wanted to continue skiing, he had to win an Olympic medal. As for Wen Song, it seems that she is more idealistic than Cheng Che, because she has no worries and desires, so she can really not care.

As for Cheng Che, he was just stubbornly pursuing his dream, but she judged him as "too idealistic". She couldn't help but blame herself.

"Songsong." Zhang Yue saw Wen Song's disappointment and consoled him, "Don't think too much. You're worried about him. If he were my boyfriend, I wouldn't let him participate in such extreme sports. What if he fell to his death one day?"

"Yeah, I know." After chatting with his friend, Wen Song felt a little better, but his self-blame for Cheng Che became even deeper.

When she went to bed at night, she kept hugging Cheng Che, burying her head in his arms, and whispered: "I'm sorry..."

"What's wrong, sister?" Cheng Che felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy after hearing her words, and asked anxiously, "Why are you apologizing to me all of a sudden? You are not going to break up with me, are you?!"

"No!" Wen Song looked at his panicked look and didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Idiot!"

"Then why did you apologize?" Cheng Che asked while holding her, "You scared me..."

"I was too harsh on you today." Wen Song blamed himself, "Ah Che, I shouldn't have said you were too idealistic. I was just, just worried about you. And I believe in your ability. You don't need to do double cork1800 to win a medal in the Olympics."

"It's okay." Cheng Che gently kissed the corner of her eye, "I know my sister is worried about me, I will do what I can in the future, don't worry, okay?"

"Okay." Wen Song also kissed him, "A Che... why do you want to be an Olympic champion?"

"Because it's a dream." Cheng Che smiled.

“What is the reason for the dream?”

"I don't know..." As Cheng Che spoke, he habitually stroked the tattoo below Wen Song's collarbone, very intimately, but without any lust.

"In the beginning, it was because of my dad. He said that if I wanted to ski, I had to achieve results," Cheng Che said indifferently. "Also, my coaches told me that I was very talented in this sport. If I didn't win a medal, it would not only be a loss for me, but also for the national team."

"What about you, Ah Che?" Wen Song asked, "What do you think?"

"Of course I want to be an Olympic champion. Only the best athletes can get the gold medal. I hope I am the best." Cheng Che's tone was gentle but firm.

"You are." Wen Song turned around and looked at him, his eyes clear, "You always have been. A Che, you will definitely do it."

"The Olympics will be held in Sapporo in two years." Cheng Che said expectantly, "If I can qualify, sister must come, okay?"

"I will definitely come." Wen Song raised his head and kissed his lips, "I will definitely accompany you."