Chapter 19 For the stars Ultra-thin,...
A graceful figure stood at the entrance of the base.
Wen Mu was wearing a dark blue dress that reached just above her thighs, revealing a pair of long, white legs that stood out against the twilight. She didn't carry a schoolbag, but a small, diamond-patterned chain bag. She was holding a paper bag and looking around.
The base is too big, with various facilities scattered around. I didn’t observe it carefully the last time I came, so I’m still not familiar with it this time.
Wen Mu narrowed his eyes and searched for the familiar figure in the crowd in the distance.
A tall figure strode towards her, against the light.
Song Xingran stood in front of her, still hot from training, his handsome face full of dissatisfaction.
"I thought Teacher Wen had forgotten me."
Wen Mu raised his wrist to check his watch: "I'm not late."
The man sneered, "It's only five minutes to six. You're really early."
Wen Mu lifted the bag strap and said, "Something happened on the way."
"What could it be?" Song Xingran raised an eyebrow. "I think Teacher Wen just remembered his boast yesterday and rushed over."
Wen Mu didn't say anything, just looked at him calmly.
Only then did Song Xingran notice that she was wearing the glasses he had given her. The chain swayed gently in the breeze, making the woman look even more aloof and noble.
My anger inexplicably subsided by half.
Wen Mu stretched out his hand and handed him the paper bag.
Song Xingran took a look and put his hands in his pockets: "What are you doing? Don't you have any hands to hold it?"
"I bought it for you." Wen Mu said softly.
The man was stunned, then sneered: "Poison?"
Wen Mu stuffed the bag directly into his arms: "Do you want me to be a widow?"
Song Xingran looked down and saw that the Caramel Macchiato from Polaris Coffee, with double caramel, was his favorite flavor.
"How do you know I like this?"
"Mom said so."
"Did you buy it?"
"Or did someone else buy it?"
Song Xingran stopped talking.
Polaris Coffee is in the north of the city, and the training base is in the south, spanning the entire Ningchuan urban area. It's the evening rush hour, how did she...
"Oh." This was the only syllable he managed in the end.
"Have you finished your training?" Wen Mu asked.
"Um."
"Let's go eat."
She turned to leave, but the man grabbed her wrist.
"Wait a minute, I'm going to take a shower."
He turned back halfway and stuffed the coffee back into Wen Mu's hand. "Go sit over there for a while. There's no sun."
Wen Mu nodded and walked to sit under the shade of the tree.
After a while, several young team members pretended to pass by and stole glances at her. Soon, the curious glances turned into bold attempts to strike up a conversation.
"Hello, sister-in-law! I'm Yu Yang!"
"Sister-in-law, do you want some water?"
"What does your sister-in-law do for a living?"
Wen Mu smiled faintly and responded one by one.
When Song Xingran came back from taking a shower, he saw his teammates surrounding Wen Mu like sunflowers surrounding the sun.
"What are you doing?" the man said in an unhappy tone.
Everyone immediately made way.
Jiang Wang explained with a smile: "I'm chatting with my sister-in-law."
Song Xingran squeezed in and sat down next to Wen Mu, his arm naturally resting on the back of the chair behind her.
"Humph, we're a bunch of poor students. How can we have anything to talk about with a doctor?"
Yu Yang pointed at the coffee on the table and said, "Brother Ran, look, it's my sister-in-law who treated me! She's so polite! We feel embarrassed."
"I see you're having a great time drinking." Song Xingran narrowed his eyes. "I'll give you this one too. Do you want one?"
Yu Yang shook his head hurriedly.
Wen Mu gently took the corner of his clothes: "Okay, let's go."
She turned to the crowd and said, "Then we'll be leaving first. Everyone should go home early."
"Thank you, sister-in-law! Take care, sister-in-law!"
Wen Mu stood up and left, but Song Xingran didn't move.
She obviously doesn't like such social occasions, but why would she chat with his teammates?
He couldn't think of an answer for the moment, so he stood up and looked around unkindly.
"Stay away from her next time. She's very tired at school and doesn't have time to play with you guys."
Everyone laughed: "Brother Ran is heartbroken!"
The man subconsciously looked forward, and the slender figure was gradually getting smaller.
She probably didn't hear it.
At the entrance of the base, Wen Mu stood in the sunset.
A few minutes later, Song Xingran came out and asked her, "Where are we going to eat?"
"Just follow me."
Wen Mu stretched out his hand: "Can you let me drive?"
Song Xingran thought of how she felt when she was carsick last time, and without saying anything, handed over the key.
*
Fifteen minutes later, Song Xingran sat on a plastic stool by the roadside of a food stall, staring intently at the woman in front of him who was ordering food seriously.
His Ferrari was forced to stop at the entrance of the alley. This old alley, full of the atmosphere of fireworks, was too narrow, and the stylish sports car seemed out of place.
"You brought me to a place like this?" Song Xingran frowned and tapped his fingers on the greasy table.
Wen Mutou checked off the menu without even looking up: "I came here often when I was in school. It's delicious."
"Trust me once?"
Song Xingran stared at her for three seconds and finally nodded.
The dishes Wen Mu ordered arrived quickly: black pepper beef, boiled shrimp, choy sum with garlic sauce, and two bottles of iced Sprite. It was a high-protein athlete's meal, yet it had a homely, homey feel.
"Try it." She handed him the chopsticks and picked up a piece of beef first. The sauce touched the corner of her lips, and she subconsciously licked it off with the tip of her tongue.
The pink tip of the tongue appeared and then quickly hid again.
Song Xingran turned his head and said stiffly, "Can you be more graceful?"
"cannot."
Wen Mu picked up another piece and brought it to the man's lips.
"Open your mouth."
Song Xingran didn't move, just looked at her with pursed lips.
"You treat me like a child and feed me."
Wen Mu had no choice but to eat it himself.
It's strange, the methods of flirting with boyfriends that I heard from my colleagues don't seem to be of much use to Song Xingran.
Oh no, it does work in bed.
As the night deepened, the alley still hummed with activity. Wen Mu gently poked the beef on his plate with his chopsticks, while Song Xingran leaned back in his plastic chair, his gaze lazily scanning the noisy surroundings.
"When did you go to Europe?" he casually brought up a topic.
Wen Mu looked up at him and said calmly, "After graduating with a master's degree, I went to Zurich at the age of 24."
"Zurich?" Song Xingran raised an eyebrow. "I went to Europe when I was 20 years old. I stayed in Switzerland for a while and lived there."
Wen Mu paused for a moment as he picked up the beef. "Have you always been here?"
"About the same. I changed the training base a few times, but I spent most of my time in Switzerland and Belgium."
Song Xingran drank a sip of Sprite nonchalantly. "How about you? How long have you been in Zurich?"
"Four years," Wen Mu replied. "I just returned to China this year."
The two looked at each other, and a subtle silence inexplicably floated in the air.
Song Xingran: "I lived in the Dolder Grand Hotel on the shores of Lake Zurich for half a year."
Wen Mu paused for a moment as he picked up the beef. "Did you move away later?"
"Later, I bought an apartment in the Seefeld district, close to the training ground."
"Where do you live? The ETH dorm?"
"Teacher's apartment in the Hönggerberg campus. I commute every day on the UBS line."
The man paused his fingers on the table. "Seefeld is just across the Quaibrücke bridge from the main campus."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, fifteen minutes of riding."
Song Xingran stared at her, a playful smile playing on his lips. "Why, Teacher Wen, you're not going to tell me that we once passed each other on Bahnhofstrasse, are you?"
Wen Mu lowered his eyes, poked the beef on the plate with his chopsticks, and said softly: "It's not impossible."
Song Xingran stared at the woman's profile and suddenly felt it was a bit ridiculous.
They had lived in the same city for four years, and might even have walked the same streets, but had never met.
Until now, they have been forcibly tied together by a marriage.
"So—" he drawled out his words, his tone nasty, "Why didn't Teacher Wen notice there was such a handsome guy nearby?"
"After all, we should have met on the street, right?"
Wen Mu raised his eyes, swept his gaze calmly across his face, then lowered his head and continued eating.
"No."
"No?"
Song Xingran narrowed his eyes.
"Isn't my face noticeable enough?"
Wen Mu swallowed the food in his mouth slowly and said lightly: "For me, it may be just average."
The man's expression froze instantly.
He stared at her for two seconds and sneered, "You have such bad taste."
Wen Mu didn't respond, but just lowered his head and took a sip of Sprite.
Song Xingran stared at her, then suddenly leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, and lowered his voice: "Then tell me, what kind of person would you like?"
Wen Mu's fingers gripping the cup tightened slightly.
She couldn't say that her ideal type was actually someone like Song Yingzhuo.
The ironed suit, gold-rimmed glasses, and always calm and relaxed conversation were the type of people she had admired since her school days.
Rational, calm and knowledgeable.
It’s a pity that Song Xingran has nothing to do with these words.
If she told the truth now, something really bad would happen.
Judging from the temper of this guy in front of me, his house is probably going to be smashed to pieces.
Of course, it is definitely not for any other reason, it is just the competitive spirit of male animals.
She was silent for a few seconds, and finally said lightly: "Forgot."
Song Xingran stared at her and suddenly sneered: "You're lying."
Wen Mu ignored him and lowered his head to continue eating.
The atmosphere inexplicably became gloomy, and the only sounds between the two were the noise from the barbecue stall and the occasional clinking of dishes and chopsticks.
Song Xingran stared at her for a long while, then reached out and tapped the rim of her cup with his fingertips: "Hey."
Wen Mu didn't look up.
"You really didn't see me on the street at that time?"
Wen Mu shook his head gently: "No."
After a pause, she added, "I seldom go out."
Song Xingran stared at her and suddenly curled the corners of his mouth.
"Okay, you're unlucky."
Wen Mu didn't respond, staring at the bubbling liquid in the cup in a daze.
Song Xingran stared at the top of her head for a while, then suddenly stretched out his chopsticks and took away the last piece of beef on her plate.
Wen Mu looked up at him with calm eyes.
The man put the beef into his mouth and raised his eyebrows at her provocatively.
“…”
Can you be a little more childish?
Wen Mu retracted his gaze and put down his chopsticks: "I'm full."
Song Xingran lazily leaned back in his chair and looked at her: "Are you full already? Teacher Wen has a really small appetite."
Wen Mu ignored him and took out his cell phone to check the time.
"It's getting late, let's go back."
Song Xingran stared at her for a few seconds and grabbed her wrist.
"Wenmu."
His voice was low, with a subtle hint of stubbornness.
"We really haven't met before?"
Wen Mu looked at him and sighed softly.
"Song Xingran." She called his name in a soft voice.
"There aren't so many coincidences in the world."
Song Xingran stared at her and suddenly smiled.
"Okay." He released her wrist, stood up, and looked down at her. "Now that we're married, we can slowly get to know each other better."
Wen Mu still didn't say anything.
The man reached out and gently pinched the back of her neck: "Go home."
He pulled her to her feet, and they walked out of the barbecue stall one after the other.
The night wind blew through the alley, taking away the subtle atmosphere just now.
Song Xingran walked in front with his back straight, and Wen Mu followed behind, his eyes fixed on the back of his neck.
She lied.
She had seen him.
In a cafe by Lake Zurich, he was blowing bubble gum, leaning lazily on the back of his chair, surrounded by several blonde and blue-eyed girls.
She just took a look and then lowered her head to continue reading the paper.
At that time, she didn't know who he was.
But when she saw the blind date information Qin Yi handed over and the bold face in the photo, she suddenly remembered it.
And now, he became her husband.
Sometimes, fate is so absurd and ridiculous.
Halfway through the walk, Song Xingran stopped.
"Is there something wrong?" Wen Mu asked him.
Song Xingran put one hand in his pocket and glanced back at her: "Let's go to the pharmacy."
Wen Mu frowned slightly: "Are you feeling unwell? Are you injured during training?"
Under the dim streetlight, the sweat on the man's Adam's apple hadn't dried yet. He suddenly curled his lips into a smile and said, "Yeah, I'm hurt."
He paused deliberately, "Why don't you come with me? It's alright anyway, just take a walk to help digest the food."
Wen Mu pursed his lips, but finally followed.
Two people walked one after the other in the narrow alley, their shadows stretched long by the street lights.
Song Xingran's back was as tall and straight as a poplar. Wen Mu walked on his shadow, sometimes within reach and sometimes out of reach.
She was a little anxious and almost bumped into the man's back in her next step.
Wen Mu glanced at him secretly.
Probably not discovered.
"What are you daydreaming about, Mr. Wen?"
"Follow me."
"Here I come."
The cold air from the pharmacy hit me in the face.
Song Xingran walked straight to the innermost shelf, his tall figure almost blocking out the overhead light. When he bent down, the hem of his T-shirt rose slightly, revealing a slender waistline.
Wen Mu turned his eyes away and heard the rustling sound of plastic packaging being turned over.
"Leave."
He turned around, and four small boxes landed on the cash register with a thud.
Wen Mu looked down and his eyes widened instantly.
Ultra-thin, icy, extra-large.
The man leaned close to her ear and asked in a low voice:
"Do you like it?"
“…”
"Do you need so many?"
Song Xingran leaned over the counter, the scent of mint candy mixed with his burning body temperature enveloped him: "Don't worry, my wife,"
He tapped the box with his fingertips and smiled like a bad boy who had succeeded.
"It's all yours."
Wen Mu sneered: "Thank you."
Song Xingran: "You're welcome."
The cashier's hands were shaking from trying to hold back his laughter, and the barcode scanner had to beep three times before it was successful.
Wen Mu scanned the code to pay with an expressionless face, then turned and left.
A man's muffled laughter and the slight sound of a plastic bag shaking could be heard in the night wind.
*
When Wen Mu finished her bath, her hair still dripping with water, she changed into a silk suspender nightgown, the dark blue fabric making her skin look like porcelain bathed in moonlight.
After drying her glasses and putting them on, she sat down at the desk and opened her notebook. The cold light of the screen reflected her expressionless face.
It’s no wonder that many people think she is aloof and difficult to get along with when they see her for the first time. When she doesn’t smile, her face really gives people a feeling of keeping away from her.
Next week's observation project involves analysis of the hydrogen alpha spectrum of the Andromeda galaxy M31. She called up the literature and slid her fingertips quickly across the touchpad.
The only sounds in the room were the slight tapping of keyboards and the occasional night breeze blowing through the window.
Wen Mu didn't look back when the door was pushed open.
Until his body temperature, tinged with moisture, approached, Song Xingran leaned over and leaned on the back of her chair, his chin almost touching the top of her head: "What the hell is this?"
The screen was filled with complex formulas and spectra. Wen Mu pushed his glasses up and spoke calmly, "This article discusses the star formation rate in spiral galaxies..."
"Stop." Song Xingran interrupted her, twisting a strand of her half-dry hair with his fingers. "Teacher Wen, do you think I can understand?"
Wen Mu then turned his head to look at him. The man had just finished a shower, his black hair sticking up in a mess, and water droplets slid down his neck into the loose collar.
Her gaze lingered on his collarbone for half a second before returning to the screen: "Then what are you asking?"
Song Xingran chuckled softly, but his eyes fell on her.
The slender shoulder straps outline the thin shoulders, and the slender neck shines like a pearl under the desk lamp.
He suddenly reached out and touched the leg of her glasses: "Why did you change your glasses?"
"The mirror chain is not very convenient." Wen Mu slid the page, and the data table passed by like flowing water.
Song Xingran tapped the table with his fingers: "Can you look at me when you speak?"
"I'm busy," Wen Mu's voice remained calm. "Wait a moment, okay?"
Song Xingran stood up and sat heavily on the bed, and the mattress made a dull "bang" sound.
The room was so quiet that the only sounds were the typing of the keyboard and Song Xingran's slightly heavy breathing.
The man's eyes followed her neck down and stopped at the curve of her waist and hips which was more obvious due to her sitting posture.
Feeling the burning gaze behind him, Wen Mu subconsciously tensed his body and slid his fingers harder on the touchpad.
"It's half past ten, Teacher Wen."
"Aren't you going to sleep yet?"
"You go to sleep first." Wen Mutou didn't reply.
There was a sound of fabric rubbing against each other behind him, followed by footsteps.
Before Wen Mu could react, a bony hand suddenly reached out and slammed her laptop shut.
"Teacher Wen, have you forgotten the healthy lifestyle you promised me?" Song Xingran stood behind her, a warning in his voice.
Wen Mu frowned and looked up at him: "Don't make trouble, I want to finish watching it tonight."
"You need it tomorrow?"
"no."
"What if I don't finish reading it?"
"Not really, but it just doesn't work."
Song Xingran raised an eyebrow: "Why not?"
"I." Wen Mu hesitated for a moment and explained, "This is my habit. If I don't finish something, I'll feel a little..."
She ultimately chose the word "emptiness."
Song Xingran's expression became playful. He leaned over, put his hands on the armrests of the chair, and trapped Wen Mu between his arms.
"Do you have to finish reading it?"
"I must." Wen Mu looked straight into his eyes.
"OK."
The man stood up, pulled Wen Mu up, sat on the chair himself, and then pinched her waist and pressed her down.
Wen Mu was caught off guard and sat directly on his lap.
"Look," Song Xingran put his arm around her waist and turned on the computer again with the other hand, "I'll watch it with you."
Wen Mu struggled for a moment: "Song Xingran."
"What's wrong?" The man looked innocent, but his arms didn't move at all. "Didn't you say you had to finish watching it?"
"You can get another chair." Wen Mu tried to stand up, but was held down firmly.
"I don't want it." Song Xingran rested his chin on her shoulder, his breath spraying behind her ear, "This is good."
A wave of heat spread from his ears, and Wen Mu asked him: "Don't you have to rest on time? It's time for you to sleep."
Song Xingran chuckled softly and put his lips to her earlobe: "Teacher Wen doesn't keep his word every day, so I can only punish you in my own way."
His arms tightened again, locking her tightly like an iron chain.
"Either go to bed now or watch this."
"Pick one?"
Talking to this person is like "playing the lute to a dog".
Wen Mu finally compromised and reached out to turn on the computer.
The man hummed in satisfaction and rested his chin back on her shoulder. Wen Mu could feel the rise and fall of his chest, and every breath made her body sway slightly.
His arm was across her waist, and one hand could easily wrap around her entire waist. His fingers rubbed against her from time to time, causing her to pause in sliding the mouse.
"Focus, Mr. Wen."
Song Xingran's voice was filled with laughter, and his warm breath sprayed on her neck.
Wen Mu forced himself to focus, but the man's presence behind him was too strong.
His body temperature could be felt through the thin nightgown, the lines of his muscles pressed against her thighs, and she could even feel his steady, strong heartbeat.
The friction caused by his occasional adjustment of posture also made her breathing unconsciously speed up.
The text on the screen became difficult to focus on, and Wen Mu had to read the same paragraph over and over again.
Song Xingran seemed to notice her distraction, and he buried his face in her neck with a low laugh, his nose rubbing against her sensitive skin.
"Don't." Wen Mu wanted to push his head away, but when he turned his head, Song Xingran had already closed his eyes.
The light from the desk lamp softened his sharp features, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, making him look somewhat well-behaved.
She opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing, only sighed softly and continued reading.
As time passed, the man's breathing became even and long, but his arms still held her tightly.
Wen Mu quickened his pace and finally finished reading at half past eleven.
She gently closed the computer and patted Song Xingran's arm: "I've done it."
"Yeah." Song Xingran responded.
Maybe he was really sleepy, so his voice was low.
Because they were so close, the sound seemed to ring directly in her chest, making her heart beat faster.
Wen Mu said softly, "Let's go to bed."
After a long while, Song Xingran slowly raised his head and loosened his arms.
Wen Mu immediately stood up, walked quickly to the bed and sat down.
The man followed her and reached out to take off her glasses.
Wen Mu tried to block him, but he easily grabbed his wrist and pinned him to the bedside. With his other hand, he took off his glasses and gently placed them on the bedside table.
"You don't need glasses to sleep, Mr. Wen."
The night light came on, and the warm yellow light instantly filled the room. The shadows of the two people overlapped on the wall.
In such soft light, his sharp eyebrows and eyes also became gentle.
Wen Mu lay on the dark sheets, her left shoulder strap having slipped off at some point, revealing half of her radiant shoulder. Her chest rose and fell slightly, and the neckline of her nightgown swayed gently with her breathing.
Song Xingran's eyes grew deep as he recalled the astronomical terms the woman had taught him that night in Lenghu.
He later specifically looked up that low hills refer to hill-like landforms with relatively small heights on the surface of a planet.
"Teacher Wen," he laughed softly, his voice hoarse.
"Do you think I can turn a small hill into a mountain?"
Wen Mu understood the implication in his words and tried to keep his voice steady: "Sleep."
The man was above her, dangerous sparks dancing in his dark eyes.
"Bad students must be punished."
Use your fingertips to undo the other shoulder strap.
"Bad teachers too."
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The author has something to say: Master Song: I can only sleep if I hold my wife in my arms [burst into tears]
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