I almost touched the moon

Chapter 319 You Can Be Selfish 1

At the end of July, Cheng Che's grandfather passed away. He was 90 years old and died in his sleep, which could be considered a natural death.

My grandfather had made a will before he died, stating that his property would be divided equally between Cheng Che and Xie Yiqian. However, Cheng Che took the initiative to give up his share, leaving only some design manuscripts.

"These are the designs my mother drew." He flipped through the manuscripts one by one and sighed, "She likes ancient East Asian architecture, especially those from China and Japan. When I was young, she often took me to Kyoto to visit ancient temples and shrines, told me the essence of their designs, and taught me how to draw."

After hearing what he said, Wen Song was silent for a long time, and also accompanied Cheng Che to look through the design manuscripts. From her perspective as an outsider, she only felt that the manuscripts were extremely beautiful, and the designs were full of ancient charm but not rigid.

"Very beautiful." Wen Song held Cheng Che's hand tightly and said softly, "Ache, you will definitely become an excellent architect like your mother."

"She is much better than me." Cheng Che felt even more sad after hearing her words, "She is more talented than me, and she likes architecture more than me. These drawings were drawn after she resigned. She said that she just drew them for fun. But I know that she really wants to put them into practice.

After my mother passed away, my grandparents took the manuscripts away. At that time, my grandfather said that if they were left at home, they would only be used as business tools by my father. My mother really wanted to win the Pritzker Prize.

"Then why don't you help mom realize her wish?" Wen Song suggested, "I believe you can definitely help mom turn these blueprints into real buildings."

"Okay." Cheng Che smiled, kissed Wen Song's forehead and said, "I'll give it a try."

According to Cheng Che's grandfather's wishes, Cheng Che took his ashes back to Shanghai for burial. After the funeral, he took Wen Song back to his grandmother's old house to place his grandfather's portrait.

It was a four-story old house on Julu Road. Cheng Che pushed open the black iron door and walked into the courtyard with Wen Song. There was a huge camphor tree planted in the courtyard, and the house was surrounded by greenery inside and outside. In the bustling city center, there was a sense of tranquility.

The interior decoration is reminiscent of the classic French style of the last century, with oriental elements added in, such as carved wooden stairs and wallpapers with ink paintings, which perfectly overlap and collide the East and the West. The orange chandelier overhead adds a touch of warmth and softness to the overall style.

However, because no one had lived there for a long time, even though someone cleaned and maintained the house regularly, it still looked desolate and lifeless.

"This is my grandmother's old house." Cheng Che held Wen Song's hand, wandered around the house, and explained to her in detail, "After my grandparents got married, my grandfather redesigned and renovated it. My mother grew up here. When I was a child, I often came to my grandmother's house during the winter and summer vacations."

He looked at the fireplace in the living room, in front of which there was a recliner, and said with a smile: "My grandmother loved to lie on the recliner and knit sweaters, and my mother would draw, read, and teach me to play the piano next to her. At that time, my grandfather had not yet retired. I remember that every time he got off work, he would bring butterfly cakes from the International Hotel to me and Xie Yiqian. Xie Yiqian often snatched my portion, and we often fought when we were young."

Following his gentle words, Wen Song seemed to have returned to that time and saw the carefree Cheng Che before the age of seven.

He pointed to an oil painting in the middle of the living room and said, "Look, honey, that's our family portrait. My mom and grandpa painted it together."

It is a very realistic oil painting, in which even the hair and wrinkles on the character's face are clearly visible. At that time, Xie Huiyin had not yet fallen ill. She had a bright smile on her face, holding Cheng Che in her arms, and looked gentle and calm.

Wen Song suddenly felt a little sad. She couldn't help but think that if it weren't for Cheng Bowen, Cheng Che and her mother would always be so happy.

Cheng Che seemed to see through her thoughts, and smiled, saying lightly: "Don't be sad, honey, it's all over. But the family portrait does need to be changed, and you, Cece, and Xixi should all be included."

Cheng Che took her up to the third floor, walked into a bedroom with a balcony and said, "This is my childhood room."

Wen Song saw a pair of children's skis on one side of the room. He couldn't help laughing and said to Cheng Che, "I didn't expect you started skiing at such a young age. These skis are too small. I can't imagine how you use them."

"Yes, I started skating when I was four years old." Cheng Che also laughed and said with some emotion, "It's been 25 years, sister, am I old?"

"Who said that? You won't get old." Wen Song smiled and kissed him, "You can leave this pair of snowboards to your daughter in the future."

After hearing her words, Cheng Che smiled imperceptibly and agreed, "Yes, I'll give it to my daughter in the future."

Wen Song saw another photo on the bedside table and showed a surprised expression, "A Che, this can't be you?"

The person in the photo was wearing a floral princess dress and had a bob haircut, looking very cute. If it weren't for the fact that she was much taller than an ordinary little girl and her familiar features, Wen Song would have really thought that it was a little girl.

"It's me..." Cheng Che laughed helplessly, "My mother wanted a daughter very much, but I was a little boy. So when I was little, she gave me a bob and tricked me into wearing a skirt. She told me that if I wore a skirt once, she would take me to Switzerland to ski during the winter vacation. So, I had no choice but to wear it."

"Did you go there in the end?" Wen Song asked curiously, "Where did you go in Switzerland?"

"No..." Cheng Che sighed and said sadly, "Before going to Switzerland, my mother felt unwell and went to the hospital for a checkup. Then she was diagnosed with breast cancer."

"I'm sorry..." Wen Song inadvertently reminded him of the sad thing. He felt guilty and hugged Cheng Che, put his face on his chest, and patted his back gently to comfort him.

"It's okay." Cheng Che smiled, kissed Wen Song's eyebrows and said softly, "I've let it go a long time ago. I won't be so sad."

Cheng Che took her around the house again and went to Xie Huiyin's bedroom on the top floor. Everything there was the same as before, even on the bed there were still a lot of old teddy bears and even a few Duffy dolls.

"Mom likes teddy bears very much." Cheng Che said with a smile, "She likes stuffed toys very much, just like you."

"Mom likes Duffy." Wen Song also smiled and said to Cheng Che, "Next time I visit Mom, I'll bring her Duffy and Shellie dolls. I wonder if Mom will like CookieAnn and Linabell."

"She will definitely like it. Mom loves Disney. When I was little, she often took me to Tokyo Disneyland. She loved Ariel and often told me the story of the Little Mermaid."

Cheng Che held Wen Song in his arms and suggested, "We just happened to be in Shanghai, let's go to Disney tomorrow. Wife hasn't seen your good friends for a long time, you must miss them."

"No." Wen Song shook his head and sighed, "It's so hot, I'll die if I go outside. Let's wait until the weather is cooler, or go to Hong Kong Disneyland? At Hong Kong Disneyland, I can meet CookieAnn indoors."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Cheng Che hugged her and kissed her on the lips. No matter what they had experienced, at this moment, he really felt happy.

There was a diary on the table in the room. Cheng Che walked up and opened the first page. The moment he saw the handwriting, tears welled up in his eyes.

Wen Song hugged him and gently stroked his back to comfort him. At this moment, any words of comfort seemed a little powerless.

She glanced at it and saw a passage written in beautiful small calligraphy on the first page of the diary.

"On June 1994, 6, I received the admission letter from Zhejiang University. Although it's a bit of a pity that I didn't get into Tsinghua University, the architecture department of Zhejiang University is also good, and I can go to Hangzhou. I can go to West Lake, Xixi Wetland, Mogan Mountain and the Silk Museum. At this season, the lotus in West Lake should be in full bloom.

My father said that as long as I study hard during college, I can be sent abroad to Switzerland, the UK, or the US… It would be great if I could go to Switzerland, where I could see snow-capped mountains every day when I open my eyes. Come on! I must go abroad! I must win the Pritzker Prize! 』

Cheng Che sighed, sat on the sofa at the end of the bed with Wen Song, and continued to look through the diary. In addition to essays, there were some casual sketches, and more of them were German learning notes.

Along with the notes, there are many similar words, "German is really too difficult, I can't continue learning it, why is it so difficult?", "Come on! How can I go to ETH Zurich if I don't learn German well? ! "

Wen Song couldn't help feeling sad and melancholy when he read those words. He leaned on Cheng Che's shoulder without saying a word.

"My grandmother once said that for a woman, marriage is like a fork in the road of life. If you are not careful, you will be doomed." Cheng Che sighed heavily, with a hint of regret in his voice, "I really hope that if my mother had never met my father, it would be better."

"But how could you be here then?" Wen Song stroked Cheng Che's hair, "Ah Che, everything is arranged by fate. Mom loves you so much, she will definitely not regret it."

"But I will. I will feel it's not worth it for her." Cheng Che held Wen Song's hand tightly. After a long silence, he slowly said, "As long as mom can live happily, it doesn't matter whether I am there or not. I hope she can just be herself, not Mrs. Cheng, and not my mother."

Wen Song didn't say anything. For the first time, she hated her own poor tongue. At this moment, she couldn't even utter a word of comfort. She could only hold hands with Cheng Che, trying to share some of his pain.

"Song Song." Cheng Che looked at her and suddenly smiled. "So I love you very much. People who don't understand you will think you are selfish. But no, you are not selfish at all. You just have a clear goal. You are the only one who tells me to just live the life I want and be a little selfish."

"Yes, you can be a little selfish." Wen Song turned his head and kissed Cheng Che, "Because I really love you very much, I love you as much as I love myself."