I almost touched the moon

It had just snowed in Füssen in winter, and the pure white color decorated the entire town. Together with the colorful small houses with Central European characteristics, this small town on the northern foothills of the Alps added a touch of fairy tale color.

When you park your car at the parking lot at the foot of the mountain, you can look up and see the snow-covered Alps and Neuschwanstein Castle hidden in it. It was a rare sunny day in winter, and the sunlight shone on the top of the mountains and gathered on the spire of Neuschwanstein Castle, shining brightly.

Wen Song walked out of the car, stretched, and took a long breath and said, "Every time I come to Fussen, I feel like I'm still alive."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Cheng Che said something in a sneer, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised. Although he had seen countless beautiful mountain views in Switzerland, perhaps because of the highly artistic Neuschwanstein Castle, he also fell in love with the beauty of Fussen at this moment.

"Ache, have you been here before?" Wen Song turned his head and looked at him and asked.

"I came here once." Cheng Che smiled, "With my family."

At that time, I was just traveling in Europe with my parents as a child, and I came to Neuschwanstein Castle, one of the top ten castles in the world. But apart from admiring the gorgeousness of the Gothic Revival and Romantic architectural styles, I didn't seem to have any thoughts about it.

Instead, it was his father who happened to mention that the building of Neuschwanstein Castle was a tragic story, which made him lose interest in this place. He didn't like tragedies and never had.

The sunlight shone on Cheng Che's face, with distinct shadows and light, making his facial features more three-dimensional and delicate. Even fine hairs could be seen on his fair and flawless skin.

"Hehe." Wen Song stared at him and suddenly laughed, "You look so good, Ache..."

Cheng Che couldn't help laughing, but was a little speechless, "It's not the first day that sister has seen me..."

"No, it looks really good today." Wen Song smiled and took his hand, repeating, "It's really, really good-looking."

Cheng Che also bent down and kissed her. She was so beautiful today. She wore a pure white ripple cashmere coat, a light beige knitted sweater with white trousers, light makeup, and long hair draped over her shoulders, looking elegant and casual.

After riding up the mountain for a brief tour, they stood together on the Marienbrucke to see the panoramic view of Neuschwanstein Castle. There, they could also see the snow-covered Hohenschwangau Castle and the sparkling Swan Lake in the foothills.

The trees on both sides were covered with snow. Wen Song suddenly did something naughty and rolled up a snowball and threw it at Cheng Che, hitting him on the shoulder.

"You actually sneak attacked me!" Seeing this, Cheng Che also made a snowball and threw it at her gently. The fine pink snow scattered on her clothes like fireworks.

"Ahhh Cheng Che!" Wen Song threw another snowball at him, "My coat can't get wet!"

"It's okay. I'll compensate you with one." As he spoke, he gently threw another snowball at her feet, deliberately avoiding touching her body.

"Don't let me win!" Wen Song was merciless and threw the snowball directly at his chest.

The snowballs formed by the powder snow fell on the black jacket without any feeling. Cheng Che smiled, walked up to her and hugged her and said, "Aren't you letting the water go too?"

After that, he took out a tissue and carefully wiped the snow water on her face and neck, "Don't catch a cold."

Wen Song glanced at his wet cheeks and chuckled, "That's because I saw you were so miserable."

On the way down the mountain, Cheng Che noticed the layout of the old and new Swan Castles, and said to Wen Song: "Although European architecture does not pursue symmetry like Chinese architecture, it also has a fixed layout in terms of distribution, especially palace buildings like castles, which pay more attention to staggered and echoing each other. But Song Song, don't you think the layout of the new and old Swan Castles is a bit messy?"

"I don't understand anything about architecture." Wen Song glanced at the nearby Hohenschwangau Castle and said, "But Ludwig II built Neuschwanstein Castle to find himself a refuge isolated from the world. If I were him, I would definitely want to be as far away from the castle where I lived before as possible."

At dusk, they sat together at the entrance of a cafe halfway up the mountain. Wen Song leaned his head on Cheng Che's shoulder, drank hot mocha and said to him: "When I first arrived in Switzerland, I didn't know any German, and my English wasn't that good. I was alone in boarding school, didn't have many friends, and always kept to myself."

"It was really hard to adapt to Switzerland in the first two years. Learning German was painful enough. I made a fool of myself in my first equestrian class because I had never learned to ride a horse before. And my best grade from seventh to ninth grade was a B."

She spoke in a relaxed tone, but Cheng Che felt very distressed. Wen Song now spoke German as her mother tongue, rode a horse with a dashing figure, and had the highest average score in her major. How much had she silently paid behind all these halos?

Cheng Che put his arm around her shoulders, kissed her forehead gently, and said distressedly: "If only I had known my sister at that time."

"If you knew me at that time, you would definitely hate me." Wen Song smiled. "I was very withdrawn at that time. I ignored everyone and had a cold face to everyone every day. When I was in middle school, I would come to Fussen every holiday. I hated life in big cities. Even Zurich was too commercialized. Fussen was just right. It was very quiet, but not so remote."

"Sister, do you know Romantic Road?" Cheng Che asked with some anticipation in his tone.

"of course."

The Romantic Road is a self-driving route that runs through Bavaria, from Würzburg to Füssen. It is a route that almost every tourist who comes to Germany will go to. Wen Song once drove there in the fall and it was really beautiful.

"When I came to Füssen before, I heard about this romantic road. My parents wanted to go and experience it together, but I refused. I thought, I must go on that road with the person I like. Sister, in the spring, let's drive together and go to Frankfurt via the romantic road."

"Okay." Wen Song had this thought when she first embarked on the road of romance. Even when she was young and still had fantasies about love, she thought about holding her wedding in Neuschwanstein Castle.

Thinking of this, she smiled unconsciously, holding Cheng Che's hand tighter, interlocking their fingers, and whispered in his ear: "ich liebe dich (I love you)."

"Ich liebe dich auch (I love you, too)." Cheng Che kissed her forehead and confessed his love to her in her ear.

The evening sun shone on his body, bringing a slight warmth. Wen Song put on sunglasses, leaned on Cheng Che's shoulder, closed his eyes, and let the sun shine on him.