I almost touched the moon

On the first night of the New Year, there were almost no other vehicles on the highway. Wen Song felt a little sleepy, but was afraid that if he fell asleep, it would be unsafe for Cheng Che to drive alone, so he could only turn up the volume and force himself to stay awake.

"Sister, the volume is too loud." Cheng Che frowned slightly and said, "Turn it down a bit. I want to chat with you."

"Okay." Wen Song lowered the volume and asked him, "What do you want to tell me?"

"Why do you suddenly want to set off fireworks in the middle of the night?" Cheng Che asked, "Aren't you going to grandma's house?"

Wen Song lit a cigarette and said casually, "Because I was kicked out."

Then he asked, "What about you? Why don't you stay with your family so late at night and come out to accompany me?"

"Because I want to accompany you." Cheng Che smiled, but Wen Song saw a little loneliness behind the smile, "If I don't come, sister will be alone."

"Thank you." Wen Song said gratefully, "It's okay, actually. I'm used to it."

"That's because you didn't have me before, but now that I'm here, there's no way I could let you spend the New Year alone."

Wen Song looked at Cheng Che's smiling profile. Although she was clearly not a superstitious person, she couldn't help but wonder if she had really saved Cheng Che's life in her previous life, otherwise why would he be so nice to her for no reason.

More than forty minutes later, Cheng Che drove into a forest in Lin'an and stopped in front of a Japanese-style courtyard by the river.

Although Wen Song had been to various Japanese gardens of various sizes in Japan, none of them had the winding paths leading to secluded places like this one. Hidden by the mountains and rivers, facing the green mountains, it was clearly late at night but it did not feel desolate, and there was even a sense of tranquility with the river and mountain scenery.

"How did you find this place?" Wen Song asked with some surprise.

Cheng Che took her hand and walked inside, took out the key and opened the door, and said to her: "Because it is my secret base."

He led Wen Song into the house, poured her a cup of hot tea, sat down beside her, took out the fireworks he brought from home and said to her, "Take a break, then we'll go set off the fireworks."

"I want to go now." Wen Song smiled and put his arms around his neck.

"Then go now." Cheng Che took out a few fireworks, but found that without exception, all of them had expired.

He lowered his head in embarrassment and said, "I was wrong. I bought these during the Spring Festival last year. I didn't expect they would be expired. I'm sorry, baby."

"It's okay." Wen Song didn't really want to set off fireworks. She just wanted to find a reason to stay with Cheng Che.

Now he brought me to this paradise, among the secluded mountains and rivers, there were only the two of them, so it didn't matter whether they set off fireworks or not.

Wen Song took out a bag of wine and said, "Fortunately, I had the foresight to bring some wine. Will you drink with me?"

Cheng Che opened a bottle of whiskey, took two glasses from the cupboard, put some ice in one of them, poured two glasses of wine, handed one to Wen Song, and drank one himself. He looked at Wen Song tenderly and said affectionately: "Okay, I will accompany you in whatever you want to do."

Cheng Che thought of what Wen Song had said just now, that she was kicked out of her grandmother's house. He hugged her with some heartache, let her lean on his shoulder, stroked her hand and asked, "Why is grandma angry with you? Are you okay?"

"It's okay with me. She's mainly dissatisfied with my mother." Wen Song sighed and told Cheng Che everything that happened tonight.

Wen Song sighed and said, "Sometimes, I really feel sorry for my mother. No matter what happens in the Tang family, I can at least rely on her. But as for her, no matter how good her relationship with my godmother is, she has her own family to take care of. I can't help her at all. She has nothing but herself."

After listening to this, Cheng Che also sighed. Beneath their glamorous appearance, Wen Song and Wen Yiheng had both experienced a lot of difficulties.

He didn't want to interfere in Wen Song's family affairs, so he just said to her: "Why did you call me so late? You should have told me earlier so that I could come to accompany you earlier."

"On a New Year's Eve like this, you must be with your family, right? I won't go to your family's gatherings. It would be immoral for you to leave them behind to be with me."

Wen Song smiled self-deprecatingly. Although she already knew that Cheng Che's mother was not his biological mother, she was also aware of the love that Cheng Che's grandparents and mother had for him. Blood ties are sometimes not that important.

"It doesn't matter." Cheng Che took a sip of wine, and his tone was a little disappointed. "They are a family, and it would be awkward for me to be here."

Wen Song's eyes were filled with surprise. Wasn't it said that his stepmother was especially good to him?

Cheng Che saw her surprise and confusion, smiled bitterly, and said to her: "My mother died of cancer when I was seven years old. The person you saw that day was my stepmother, my brother's mother. Although she has been very good to me over the years, I also feel that I am redundant at home. It's like when my brother did something wrong, she would beat and scold him, but when I made mistakes as a child, she would just smile and say it's okay. Grandpa and grandma are not just my grandpa and grandma."

"Ache..." Wen Song raised his head and kissed his lips gently, comforting him, "It's okay, you still have me."

She suddenly understood where Cheng Che's sensitivity and insecurity came from. He lost his mother at a young age, and even if his stepmother loved him, she was not his relative. No matter how good his grandparents were to him, they had more than one grandson.

"So the person you want to take me to see tomorrow is your mother." Wen Song saw what Cheng Che was thinking, sighed and said, "A Che, you should have told me earlier."

If he had said it earlier, Wen Song would not have been so dissatisfied with his sensitivity, or even lost his temper with him sometimes. He would also have accompanied him back to the country earlier and gone with him to pay homage to his mother. He would not have said to him every day, "I don't want to live anymore, so I'd rather die."

"Yes." Cheng Che looked at her and said, "She has always wanted a daughter. She will definitely like you very much."

As he spoke, Cheng Che took out a yellowed old photo from his wallet. The woman in the photo was a young woman in a bachelor's gown, with long black hair draped over her shoulders. She was very beautiful and charming. Cheng Che's eyebrows and eyes looked very much like her. I thought, that must be his mother.

In the photo, she smiled confidently and brightly, and behind her was the school gate with the Chinese characters "Zhejiang University" printed on it. Wen Song really couldn't imagine why such a confident and bright woman would die of cancer at such a young age.

"Songsong, do you want to hear me about my mother?" There were tears in his eyes as he looked at Wen Song. He thought that must be the secret that Cheng Che had kept for a long time, and the scar in his heart that he was most reluctant to face.

"I want to." Wen Song hugged him gently and said to him, "Ache, if you want to say it, tell me. But if you don't want to say it, don't force it."

"It's okay, I just wanted you to know." Cheng Che smiled, took a sip of wine, and said slowly.

"My mother's name is Xie Huiyin. My grandfather admired Lin Huiyin so much that he gave his daughter this name. My grandfather was my grandfather's old colleague. He later left the university and went to East China Institute. My mother did not disappoint him. She successfully passed the college entrance examination and was admitted to the Department of Architecture of Zhejiang University. She was a college classmate of my father. Moreover, her grades were always the best in the grade."

At this point, Wen Song also understood why Cheng Che chose to study architecture, as well as the confident smile of the woman in the photo.

"Are you studying architecture because of your mother?" Wen Song asked.

"I guess so, but I don't have any talent or interest, so I'm not very good at it. When my mom graduated from college, she had the opportunity to study abroad at ETH on government funding, but at that time, she was in love with my dad, and my dad wanted to get married, so she gave up."

Hearing this, Wen Song sighed deeply. In her mind, she couldn't understand why Cheng Che's mother gave up studying abroad for love.

She remembered that Wen Yiheng had mentioned to her during their chat that she also had a boyfriend in college. Later, because she got a public scholarship to study abroad at the University of Edinburgh for a master's degree, the boy was not selected and could only study for a master's degree in China. She broke up with him without hesitation and headed for the UK.

Wen Yiheng told her: "Never give up your future for anyone, especially for so-called love. This is the most foolish thing to do and you will definitely regret it."

"You find it hard to understand, right?" Cheng Che saw what she was thinking and said with a smile, "I couldn't understand it before, but after meeting you, I suddenly understood it. If you want me to give up skiing and stay in Munich or Zurich to accompany you, I will agree without hesitation."

"But I will never ask you to do this, and I don't want you to do this." Wen Song looked at him seriously and said, "Ache, never give up your future for anyone. This responsibility is too great, you can't afford the price, and I can't bear such a heavy responsibility either."

She told Cheng Che exactly what Wen Yiheng had told her. Because she could never give up her choice for Cheng Che. She didn't want Cheng Che to change his decision because of her. They were all independent individuals and should have their own lives.