I almost touched the moon

It was almost midnight when they returned to Munich. Perhaps because of the excitement of witnessing Cheng Che's victory, Wen Song did not feel tired. On the way home, he kept holding Cheng Che's arm and humming a song with an indistinguishable melody.

Cheng Che frowned when he saw her down jacket casually thrown on the ground, but he didn't say anything. He just helped her hang the jacket on the hanger by the door.

After entering the house, Cheng Che discovered that her house was exceptionally tidy today. Even the sofa, which was usually piled with books and clothes, was empty, and the window glass was so clean that it could reflect light.

"Not bad, it's very clean. Did you know I was coming?"

"No." Wen Song said silently, "Auntie Zhou just came with the cleaning lady yesterday. She comes once a week to help me clean the house and organize the refrigerator. Sometimes she also helps me cook or something."

"You really are..." Cheng Che originally wanted to say, "spoiled", but then he changed his mind and thought that it was very normal for a little princess like Wen Song who had been pampered since childhood.

He smiled and said to Wen Song, "Then tell them not to come next week. I'll help the eldest lady cook and clean the house."

"No need." Wen Song rejected his kindness. "Just don't make it dirty. It doesn't matter if it's a little messy. It's called order in chaos, you know. Otherwise, it will be like your house, which is a museum."

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

He looked at the trophy in his hand and asked Wen Song, "BB, where should I put the trophy? I want to put it at your house."

Wen Song pointed to the bedroom and said, "There is a jewelry cabinet in the bedroom's cloakroom. You can put it there. Or, you can put it on the bookcase in the attic study. You can put it anywhere you want."

"Put it in the bookcase." Cheng Che said, "I haven't seen your study yet."

Wen Song took him to the study room in the attic. Perhaps because someone had just cleaned it up, the study room was clean and tidy, but there were a bunch of books and materials scattered on the desk, and a computer on the slightly tidier table on the other side. The bookcase was just for show, with nothing in it except a few scattered books and a photo frame on the top.

Cheng Che couldn't help but say, "Let me help you clean up the table." He really couldn't stand looking at such a messy table.

"Don't do that!" Wen Song hurriedly stopped her, "I won't be able to find it after you sort it out."

"Okay." Cheng Che smiled faintly, walked to the bookcase, and placed the trophy next to the top photo frame.

He noticed that inside the frame was the cover of a paper titled "Cassini-Schwerefeldmessungen zum Verst?ndnis des Saturninneren" (Understanding the Interior of Saturn from Cassini Gravity Measurements).

"What is this?" He noticed the LMU school emblem printed on it. "Is this your undergraduate thesis?"

Wen Song nodded and said, "Yes, it is also the first paper I published to be included in the Astrophysics Journal."

"Can I take a look?" Cheng Che asked.

"Of course you can." Wen Song kindly reminded, "But it's very boring."

After that, she took out the magazine with her paper from the drawer of the bookcase and handed it to him, "It's on page 12."

Cheng Che flipped through it, not sure if he could be considered bored, because he found that he could not understand the astrophysics terms written in German at all. He smiled awkwardly, closed the magazine and put it back in the drawer.

He looked at the top of the bookshelf, where his trophy and her thesis were placed side by side, and suddenly he felt a little happy. It seemed that in different fields, they both achieved their dream achievements, although he knew that was not Wen Song's dream.

It's obviously not a dream, but I still put so much energy into making it perfect. I'm such a strange person.

"Are you hungry?" Wen Song turned around and asked him with a smile, "I can cook you a midnight snack."

"Why don't I do it, can you do it?" he asked with a faint smile.

"I can." Wen Song nodded, "I can cook ramen and make desserts. Do you want to try orange soufflé?"

However, as soon as she said this, she said a little embarrassedly: "I forgot that you don't eat carbohydrates at night, let alone sweets."

"I'll eat it." Cheng Che put his arm around her waist. "As long as you make it, I'll eat it. But don't you have to go to work tomorrow? Forget it, go to bed early."

"I can't sleep." Wen Song laughed, "Ah Che, do you know how handsome you were today? When I saw you finish your last jump and take off your sunglasses and mask to smile at me, all I could think about was how could there be such a handsome guy in this world."

"So you like me because I'm good-looking." Cheng Che suddenly asked, "What if one day I'm not handsome anymore, will you still love me, sister?"

"Why are you asking this suddenly?" Wen Song looked puzzled and frowned slightly. "Ah Che, I love you as a whole person, and appearance is of course a part of it. But I can't just like someone because he looks good, so don't worry about it."

"Okay..." Cheng Che suddenly became a little disappointed, "Sure enough, my sister likes me because I'm pretty."

"I think I've explained it very clearly." Wen Song sighed softly, "Your appearance is indeed the reason why you attracted me in the first place, but I don't love you just because you're pretty, there are many other factors. I don't understand why you insist on separating your appearance from yourself. It's like when I study a planet, I insist on separating the core from the rest. It's very ridiculous."

"Well..." Cheng Che didn't say anything, but just hugged her tightly. After a long while, he said, "You haven't answered my question yet. If I become ugly, will you still love me?"

Sometimes, Wen Song really wanted to open Cheng Che's head to see what was in his mind and why he always worried about things that had not happened or might not even happen.

"Yes." She knew Cheng Che's temper, so she could only go along with him. "I will still love you even if you get fat and ugly."

Cheng Che was obviously very satisfied with her answer. He finally smiled and said to her, "Don't worry, sister. I won't get fat or ugly."

After hearing what he said, Wen Song felt even more helpless. He knew it was impossible, so why was he asking such nonsense?

However, the joy of winning the championship could wash away all the discord and unhappiness. She was not dissatisfied with Cheng Che's childishness, but went to the kitchen and looked for ingredients for making soufflé in the cupboard and refrigerator.

Wen Song searched in the cupboard for a while, but didn't find what he wanted. He sighed and said, "It seems that there is no vanilla pod at home. I will buy some tomorrow and make it for you. Do you want to eat ramen?"

"Don't bother." Cheng Che walked over and hugged her, "I'm not hungry."

"So what kind of reward do you want?" Wen Song asked, "How about I buy you a new snowboard? Or something else, what do you want?"

Cheng Che picked her up and asked with a wicked smile, "What do you think?"

"Not today!" Wen Song protested, "I'm tired, and I have to get up early tomorrow. How about tomorrow? Aren't you tired?"

"I'm not tired." Cheng Che said, then he carried her back to the bedroom and bent down to kiss her on the lips.

"A Che!" Wen Song turned his head away and pushed him away a little, "I'm really tired, can you let me rest for a day?"

"Okay..." Cheng Che didn't want to force her, so he hugged her and said, "Then let's change to something else?"

"Sure." Wen Song agreed immediately and readily, "Anything else is fine."

Cheng Che thought for a moment and said, "Can you accompany me back to China during the Chinese New Year this year?"

"You're not going to take me to meet your family, are you..." Wen Song was a little embarrassed, "A Che, you know I'm most afraid of meeting strangers, and I've met your parents."

"Don't worry, he's not my dad." Cheng Che smiled, but there was some bitterness in his smile.

"Who is that?" Wen Song asked, "Your mother? I've seen her too. Grandpa and grandma?"

Cheng Che neither admitted nor denied it, he just said to her: "You will know when the time comes."

Seeing that he refused to say anything, Wen Song stopped asking, thinking that as long as she didn't meet Mr. Cheng, who made her feel embarrassed at the first sight, it would be fine.