I almost touched the moon

On Wednesday night, Cheng Che just returned home and smelled a faint smell of cigarette smoke. Seeing that the dining table was empty, he frowned immediately.

He walked up to the attic and before he opened the door, he smelled the pungent smell of smoke, which made him cough twice.

After opening the door, the smell of smoke became even more pungent, and even the air was filled with cigarette ash and smoke, making it a little hard to breathe.

He coughed a few times, walked to the window and opened it to dispel some of the thick smoke. When he looked down, he saw Wen Song still sitting in front of the computer, typing quickly on the keyboard with an expressionless face, and occasionally doing some simple calculations on the iPad.

She was wearing a loose T-shirt, her hair was casually tied behind her head, a little messy, and the ashtray on her left hand was already full of cigarette butts. After Cheng Che came in, I don't know if she didn't notice or didn't pay attention, she continued with her hands and didn't even raise her head.

As if she had encountered some difficulties, she threw the pen aside in annoyance, took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and lit it.

"Smoke less." Cheng Che walked up to her, snatched the cigarette from her hand and put it out, saying with some dissatisfaction, "How many cigarettes have you smoked? I can smell it downstairs. Don't you think it's choking?"

"Not much." Wen Song replied indifferently, without chatting with him. He just took out another cigarette and lit it. At the same time, he frowned and looked at the data on the screen, biting his lower lip, looking thoughtful.

There was a colorful data graph on the computer screen. Wen Song stared at it for about ten minutes and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It simulated the giant planets do not migrate in lab, so this figure neglected effects of the orbits of the giant planets outside the KBOs thus leading to an error approximate 0.3-0.4 degrees between the actual eccentricity and the experimental data but the approximate MMR section is still correct just need to account for an eccentricity error of 0.3-0.4 degrees for the calculation."?

(During the experiment, it was simulated that giant planets would not migrate, so the chart ignores the influence of the orbits of giant planets outside the Kuiper belt, resulting in an error of about 0.3-0.4 degrees between the actual eccentricity and the experimental data, but the approximate MMR part is still correct, so only the eccentricity error of 0.3-0.4 degrees needs to be considered in the calculation)

He immediately entered new data into the computer, stretched his body after looking at the final data, and said with a smile: "Now it's accurate, I'm a genius."

"Yea my genius Iseylia, so can you tell me did you eat dinner?"

Cheng Che was also at a loss whether to laugh or cry when he saw her focused look. It was clear that he hadn't written a single word before he left, but now he had finished the introduction in just over four hours, and even most of the outlines, a full ten pages of A4 paper. He finally understood why she had been so confident in telling him "no rush, take your time" two days ago.

Wen Song seemed to have just realized that there was another person beside him, and said in surprise: "Didn't you go to a dinner party with your middle school classmates? Why are you back so early?"

"It's late, it's past ten o'clock." Cheng Che pointed at the time on the screen and said, "Did you miss your meal?"

"Ah, I forgot." Wen Song stretched again. When she was about to smoke, Cheng Che snatched her cigarette away. She didn't care. She took a sip of the iced Americano beside her and said, "I don't like to eat when I'm working. It makes me sleepy."

"You have finished writing now, right? What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you." Cheng Che ruffled her messy hair and asked gently.

"No more eating." Wen Song yawned and said, "I just happened to have an idea now, so I'll continue writing. You can go do your thing."

After saying that, he started typing quickly on the keyboard again.

"No!" Cheng Che said sternly, "I'll only be out for four hours. Look at how many cigarettes you've smoked and how much you've been drinking iced Americano so late at night. Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Cheng Che." Wen Song turned his head and frowned at him, saying coldly, "My deadline is 10 o'clock on Friday night. It's already 36:35.5 on Wednesday night. I still have to work during the day. Excluding work time, there are less than hours left. Do you think I can finish it without staying up late?"

"Then why don't you start writing earlier?" Cheng Che asked back, "You don't have to be so anxious if you start writing from Monday."

"I like to finish everything in the last few days, and I don't think I need you to teach me how to allocate my time properly," she retorted a little unhappily.

"I'll go make you some midnight snack." Seeing that he couldn't persuade her, Cheng Che could only go to the kitchen to cook, completely ignoring Wen Song's words, "No, I have no appetite."

Soon, he prepared the midnight snack and brought it upstairs. It was a bowl of tofu, salmon and miso soup, and he also added mushrooms and kelp to increase vitamins.

Wen Song was still writing furiously in front of the computer. When he saw that he had finished cooking, he frowned slightly and said without raising his head, "I told you I have no appetite. You can eat it."

"No." Cheng Che picked her up from the chair and put her on the sofa. He pointed at the soup in front of him and said, "Eat quickly. I didn't put any carbs in it. You won't feel sleepy after eating it."

Wen Song had no choice but to take a sip, and found that it tasted extremely delicious. The smoothness of the tofu paired with the salmon meat did not feel greasy. Combined with the unique sweetness of the miso, after drinking it, even the fatigue was dispelled a lot.

"It's delicious, isn't it?" Cheng Che said with some pride, "Just now you said you had no appetite, but now it tastes so good."

"It's delicious." Wen Song nodded, scooped up another spoonful and fed it to him, saying, "Try it too."

Cheng Che shook his head and said, "I won't eat anymore. I'm full from dinner. Sister, eat more. I finally understand why you eat so many sweets every day and are still so thin. Your diet is too irregular. You don't eat when you're busy. It's not good for your health."

"Oh, it doesn't matter." Wen Song didn't care at all, "It's been like this for so many years."

"Are you trying to cultivate immortality by not sleeping or eating?" Cheng Che said unhappily.

"No." Wen Song shook his head, "I am a fairy."

"Fairies have to eat too!" Cheng Che saw her rogue look and couldn't help but flick her forehead lightly, "Go to bed early and write tomorrow."

"Don't bother me." Wen Song quickly finished his soup and sat back in front of the computer to continue writing his research report, smoking while writing.

Cheng Che was not sleepy either. After washing the dishes in the kitchen, he returned to the attic and sat on the sofa, watching her carefully and attentively write the research report.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside the window. It was not known whether it was thunder or an explosion. Cheng Che was startled. When he looked up, he saw Wen Song still in the same position, motionless. He could not help but smile, walked to the window and closed it, fearing that other noises would disturb her again.

Although she was not wearing any makeup, and was wearing the most casual clothes, and even her hair was a little messy, Cheng Che felt that Wen Song was particularly charming. This was the real her. Even though her appearance was not so glamorous, she exuded a kind of intellectual and detached beauty. Her seriousness and concentration were the reason why he was inexplicably fascinated in the first place.

Cheng Che took the white paper and pen placed beside him and sketched Wen Song's appearance on the paper.

She wore wide-rimmed glasses and an ordinary T-shirt. She sat cross-legged on a chair, biting her lower lip slightly as she thought. Her hair was casually tied behind her head. She was immersed in her own world and kept herself out of everything else.