I almost touched the moon

Chapter 186 Why agree to something you can't do?

In Oxford at the end of October, the rain almost never stopped, falling sparsely, with occasional gusts of wind, and the whole city was shrouded in fog.

On Friday afternoon, Wen Song finished a day's research and left the office. The rain had stopped, and the sky was dotted with sunset glow, reflecting on the dark brown bricks, solemn and somewhat romantic.

She stood on the grass at the entrance of the college, stretched herself, and breathed in the fresh air after the rain, which dispelled some of her fatigue.

She has been in Oxford for more than half a month, but she still can't adapt to the British climate. The endless rain and wind, and the solemn ancient buildings everywhere make people feel a little depressed. She misses the cold and dry winter in Munich and the snow-capped mountains and lakes in Zurich.

At the beginning of the month, Cheng Che accompanied her to Oxford. As soon as they arrived in the UK, they were greeted by continuous drizzle.

They were sitting in the car on the way to Oxford. The rain outside the window made people feel a little irritated. Cheng Che half-jokingly said, "Sister, now you know why I had to leave England when I was in college. For most of the three years in high school, the weather was like this."

He almost never complained about anything, but he was obviously dissatisfied with the weather in the UK, and Wen Song also smiled. She knew that Cheng Che liked sunny days, the warm sunshine in Zurich, and the bright sunshine in Sicily.

"Then what are you talking about? You want to come to the UK for training. Don't be so pessimistic."

Cheng Che held her hand, turned his head and looked at her, a little reluctant: "What's the point of having good weather if I can't be with my sister."

After arriving at the residence in Oxford, the butler handed the key to Wen Song, bowed slightly and said, "Miss Iseylia, I have packed all your belongings. If you need anything else, please feel free to let me know. If not, I will leave first."

Wen Song thanked her for her kindness, signaled that she could leave, and walked into the house with Cheng Che.

Perhaps to match the classical style of the exterior, Cheng Che did not adopt the German modern style that he always liked, but adopted the French design style, and the overall color tone is softer. On the floor, he also thoughtfully installed floor lamps for her.

"It's very beautiful. I like it very much."

She took a look at the furniture in the house. It was either Minotti or Visionnaire. The most common one was Fendi. She turned her head and looked at Cheng Che helplessly. "I'd better give you the money for the furniture. Otherwise, I'll feel embarrassed."

"Don't give it to me!" Cheng Che threatened, "If you dare to give me the money, I will never leave. I will stay in Oxford with you and I won't participate in the Winter Olympics."

When Wen Song heard his words, he subconsciously frowned, poked him, and said angrily: "Don't say such things, I also feel sorry for you."

"As long as you like it, that's good." Cheng Che smiled and hugged her, "As long as you like it, I'm willing to spend any amount of money."

The next day, Cheng Che accompanied her to the college to register and get her student ID. The weather was very good that day, with a gentle breeze and clear skies. After completing the formalities, they sat on the lawn together and ate fish and chips.

"The last time I came to Oxford was on a study trip when I was in the first year of high school." Cheng Che said with some emotion, "I never thought that one day I would come here with my girlfriend."

Wen Song also smiled, and naturally leaned his head on Cheng Che's shoulder and said, "I never thought that when I came to register, there would be someone to accompany me. Ah Che, you must come when I graduate."

"Of course I will come. How could I miss Dr. Iseylia's doctoral graduation ceremony?"

Cheng Che said, and showed her a photo of a dozen teenage boys standing in front of New College, Oxford. He took out a Polaroid camera and said to Wen Song, "Let's take a group photo too."

Wen Song recognized Cheng Che at a glance. He was no different from now, except that he was a little shorter and thinner than now, and his facial features were a little immature.

"You were so handsome back then." Wen Song said with a smile, "Ah Che, do you still have any photos from your middle school years? I want to see you in a tuxedo."

She looked at Cheng Che's resume. He received a very typical elite education and attended the prestigious Eton College for high school. One of the most famous things about this school is its formal dress requirement.

Cheng Che smiled shyly when he heard her words, "It's silly, do you really want to see it, sister?"

"Of course, I've never seen you in a tuxedo." Cheng Che was tall and looked handsome enough in an ordinary suit. She really didn't know how good-looking he would look in a tuxedo.

Cheng Che searched for a while and found a photo in his mobile phone album. He handed it to Wen Song. In the photo, he was wearing a white shirt and a black tuxedo, which made him look taller and more slender. He had a slight smile on his face, and looked elegant and gentlemanly.

"You look really good in formal clothes." Wen Song's eyes showed a bit of infatuation, "Why don't you wear it on weekdays?"

"Because it's very troublesome." Cheng Che also laughed, rubbed her head and said, "At that time, the thing I hated most was wearing a tuxedo every day, so after arriving in Switzerland, I didn't have to wear formal clothes anymore, and I was really happy."

"Okay..." Wen Song's expression became a little regretful, but he also expressed understanding. After all, she usually wears whatever is comfortable, especially in winter, when she often only wears a T-shirt and a down jacket.

"Sis, if you want to see it so badly, when you graduate, I'll wear a tuxedo to attend your graduation ceremony, okay?"

Cheng Che looked at her expectant expression and thought, as long as she liked it, it didn't matter if her clothes were a little complicated.

"It's a word."

Thinking of this, Wen Song couldn't help but smile. He glanced at the sunset in the sky and suddenly felt a little nostalgic. He didn't know what Cheng Che was doing now and whether the training was over.

As soon as she turned the key and returned home, she smelled the fragrance of food, and a smile appeared on her eyes inadvertently.

She walked quickly to the kitchen and saw Cheng Che cooking in the kitchen. He was only wearing an ordinary black T-shirt, but he looked inexplicably sexy.

Wen Song thought of the ski suit hanging at the entrance and immediately realized that he must have come to Oxford right after training without even changing his clothes.

She walked forward, hugged Cheng Che from behind, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Mr. Tianluo."

The temperature of the heater in the room was a little high, and Wen Song's palms were slightly sweaty as he held him, but he was still reluctant to let go.

Cheng Che also smiled and said gently and lovingly, "Why did you come back so early today? I made braised pork ribs for you."

After that, he took a small piece from the pot and fed it to her and asked, "Is it sweet enough?"

"Almost." Wen Song nodded, "It's just a little hard."

"It's only been stewed for more than ten minutes." Cheng Che hugged her and said, "It needs to be stewed for a while longer. Are you hungry, sister? Do you want to eat some cake first?"

"I'm not hungry." Wen Song looked at him and smiled, then stood on tiptoe to kiss him, "I don't want to eat cake... I miss you."

After dinner, it started to rain again, and even blew hard. In such weather, no one wanted to go out, so Cheng Che and Wen Song stayed on the sofa together, watching all living things.

Cheng Che held her in his arms, gently playing with her hair, and suddenly sighed and said, "Sister, starting next week, we can only have one day off every Saturday. I'm sorry, baby, I may not be able to come next week, but I will go back to Munich on Monday morning and can spend your birthday with you."

"It's okay." Wen Song didn't take these things to heart and said with a smile, "You don't have to come every week."

"If I don't come, will you go home?" Cheng Che looked at her, sighed softly, and asked tentatively.

"Of course." Wen Song said with a smile, "I'll come back once a month, okay?"

"You told me before that you would come back to accompany me every weekend." Cheng Che's tone suddenly became a little disappointed, "I knew that if I didn't come, you wouldn't go home."

"I'm sorry." Wen Song turned around to face him, kissed him and said, "Recently, I've just started my research, so I've been busy, and sometimes I have to work overtime on weekends. Okay, then I'll go home next weekend, okay? I'll go home to be with you."

Cheng Che nodded, but the disappointment in his tone had not dissipated. "I know that sister doesn't like to go out. Her research work must be very hard. I'm not asking her to go home to accompany me every week, but if you can't do it, why did you agree to it?"

"I'm sorry." Seeing his pitiful appearance, Wen Song continued to coax him, "I didn't expect it to be so busy. I thought it would be easier than my graduate school, but it turned out not to be at all. After I finish this project, I will definitely accompany you well, okay? It will probably be finished in mid-February, and by then it will be your Winter Olympics, so I can spend more time with you."

Cheng Che nodded and smiled, then lowered his head and kissed her: "Don't lie to me this time, don't go back on your word again."