The Man Who Picked the Stars

Kim Jaejoong runs down the corridors of the hospital.The snow-white walls, the bright white light, and the medical staff in white all disappeared before his eyes.He rolled his aching eyeballs, frantically looking for the ward where Zheng Yunhao was in the chaotic flow of people.

When that unremarkable little signboard accidentally fell into his sight, Kim Jaejoong froze.He stood in the corridor where people came and went, sweating profusely, staring blankly at the door.The young man breathed heavily, listening to his restless heartbeat, he stopped moving forward.An almost monstrous panic rushed down, and the young man's eyes were full of fear.The memories buried deep in his mind surged instantly, overlapping with the scene in front of him.

When he was young, he also stood in front of such a white door, looking inside the door helplessly.

It was a large lounge with transparent and clean glass.Xiao Jin saw the sharp pillow pierced into grandma's skinny and dark arm, and got into the protruding blood vessel, crying heartbreakingly.

At that time, in his heart, grandma was his only remaining relative.

The slightest injury is often the most irresistible pain.An insignificant injury will cause cracks in life, and the cracks will accumulate more and more, and one day, it will be broken.Even though the young Jin Zaizhong couldn't understand the meaning of it, the stubborn fear was deeply rooted in his bones.

The door opened slowly in front of him, and the boy's hand kept the gesture of pushing the door.What gradually appeared in front of Jin Zaizhong was Zheng Yunhao with a pale face, his head was wrapped in heavy gauze, and the blood on his clothes melted away, like a red lotus in full bloom.The boy blinked and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Zheng Yunhao noticed the person coming, opened his eyes and smiled weakly: "Zaizhong, you are here." 』

Uncle Fa was also beside him, sitting quietly with an unburned cigarette in his hand.

The two parties of the funeral failed to reach an agreement on the pension, and the angry workers fought against the unscrupulous builder in the funeral home, thus implicating the innocent Zheng Yunhao.Now, facing Zheng Yunhao lying on the sickbed, Jin Zaizhong's mood is not much clearer than those angry workers.

"Are you crazy? Jin Zaizhong stared at the large blood oozing from Zheng Yunhao's head with a gloomy face, "You asked me to put them in the coffin?"Zheng Yunhao, you have smashed your head and are stupid! 』

"No, Jaejoong, I'm serious. 』Zheng Yunhao looked at him firmly, his pale lips showed his weakness at the moment.

"I do not want! 』

"In, you..."

"I do not want! 』

"You try first..."

"I said I don't want it! 』

"Ji Zhong, don't you still not get used to it..."

"I don't fucking have this problem, okay! The boy yelled angrily, and he glared at the man on the hospital bed aggressively, "Let them go!"are you crazy!He beat someone and wanted us to work for him, a bunch of crazy people! 』

The boy was so angry that he shook the glass on the table.The glass hit the wall, splashing silence in the room.

"I don't want it, I will find someone else to do it, I won't do it." 』The boy turned his back angrily.

The house was very silent, and the pointer on the wall was ticking.The boy stood stiffly, but his sensitive ears unfortunately received a soft sigh from the man.

"Jin, you promised. 』

"I've already committed. 』

"Jae, I believe you can do well..."

"That money is not enough for your medical expenses!" 』

"In, this is our job. 』

"..."

"Even if it's difficult, I'll do it, Jaejoong." There was a hint of begging in the voice, "Turn around, okay?" 』

Jin Zaizhong turned around and stared at the man with accusing eyes.

"Jeong, you can do it, right? 』Zheng Yunhao did not compromise, staring into the boy's eyes.

"Promise me you can do it. The man's eyes showed slight smile lines, "I know, you never let me down, right? 』

"..."

When Jin Zaizhong returned to the funeral home, the mess on the ground had been cleaned up.The troublemakers gathered in a corner and sat silently.Jin Zaizhong swept the cigarette butts scattered on the ground in disgust, and walked up to one of the workers.

The rest of the workers also looked at him blankly.

"Today I come to take the coffin of the dead. 』Jin Zaijoong said calmly, his eyes swept across the tired faces.

The leading old worker coughed lightly, patted his white coat and stood up.He said a little awkwardly: "Little brother, I'm sorry today, we..."

"It's needless to say good things, we have to pay for what should be paid, and we have to apologize to our managers afterwards, which is also quite a lot. 』Jin Zaizhong looked coldly at the old worker and kept nodding his head in response, then stopped talking.After a while, the young man lowered his eyes and added: "Now, please allow me to place the coffin for the deceased. 』

"please. The old worker lowered his head deeply, revealing the gray hair roots on his neck, "My brother has not enjoyed any blessings in his life, please...let him go on the road well." 』

Jin Zaizhong pursed his lips tightly and nodded imperceptibly.He stepped forward, looked at the deceased in the coffin, and touched the cold face of the deceased with his hand, Jin Zaizhong blinked unconsciously.

The young man silently recited the instructions Zheng Yunhao gave him, and his hands moved gently.There was a deep gully between the eyebrows of the deceased, which stretched out at this moment, as if falling into a deep sleep.A group of workers waited, silent, blending with the shadow of the house.

In, don't think it's a job of shame.That's what men always say to him.

He remembered the man's encouraging smile, looking at him with firm eyes, telling him over and over again.In , you have to do it, to try.

Jin Jaejoong blinked, and gently wiped the face of the deceased with a towel.

No matter what, once you make up your mind, do it.Looking at the thick clouds in the distance, Zheng Yunhao repeated, if you do it seriously, you will definitely be able to.At that time, he and Zheng Yunhao were sitting together on the steps in front of the house, the boy stared intently at the man's rough fingers shaking the wine bottle under the refraction of the setting sun.

The young man concentrated on shaving the face of the deceased, when a low, inaudible sob came from beside him, and disappeared in the air in an instant.

Don't let the important day be exhausted in waiting and urgency, it is only once in a lifetime, so make good use of it.We who do this job should understand this truth better than others.

He stared at the man's brows and eyes in rapt attention. The setting sun hit his face, making him unbelievably handsome.

In life, the harder you work, the luckier you get.You have to believe.

In, you can do it, right?

The man's black eyes were shining with determination, and the bandage on his head was dazzlingly white, but the young man couldn't force himself to look away.

In, the man called out.

in.

Jin Zaizhong wiped the sweat from his forehead, raised his head and said to the surrounding people, "It's all right, please say goodbye to the deceased for the last time." 』

The sunlight came in from the window, streaming on the young man's peaceful face, illuminating the corners of his mouth that seemed to have no upturn.

yes i can do it.Yunho.

I can do it.

Hearing the young man's words, the old worker at the head started to rattle like clockwork. He took out a plastic bag from behind him, but the contents inside made Jin Zaizhong's eyes widen in disbelief.The old worker walked to the side of the coffin, shook it lightly, and the things in the bag were scattered all over the coffin. The colorful colors matched the stable face of the deceased. The picture was really wonderful.

"What's this? ! ’ The boy cried out, pointing at the pile of things with trembling fingertips.

Wherever he pointed, unrefined objects were scattered, there were piles of pornographic magazines, and embarrassing pictures slipped out from the scattered pages, blatantly irritating the boy's eyeballs.

Kim Jaejoong couldn't help but blushed.

"I usually save money and don't want to buy it," a shrill voice exploded in the boy's ear, "If you want to leave, you have to make him wish to be happy, right? As soon as the words fell, there was a hoarse and desolate laughter around, and there was crying in the laughter.

"Then what about this person? Another person spat, "We must not let him go!"I have to ask for an explanation today! 』

The crowd dispersed, and the man huddled in the corner entered Jin Zaizhong's eyes.He had a gloomy face, scratches on his face, a broken suit hanging crumpled on his body, and a dim light on his shiny back hair.

"Who is this? 』The young man turned to the old worker next to him in doubt.

"Pooh!Who else could it be, son of a bitch! ’ With a high-pitched voice, he spat on the ground bitterly.

"How do you talk? ! ’ The man obviously couldn’t stand such foul language, and stood up angrily, ‘Keep your mouth clean!I'm here to give you money. 』

"If it weren't for our suspension of work, you can give it, and you will be shameless!" ’ Squeaking his arms, he made a gesture and stepped forward.

The big back head immediately retracted to the original corner, with angry eyes.

Jin Zaizhong was also shocked, but before he could speak, the old worker had already coughed.

"Liang Zi, don't make trouble.This is people's land. 』The old worker gestured to the frozen boy with his eyes.Hearing the words, the squeaky voice didn't move any more, just scratched the flesh of Dabei's head vigorously with his eyes.

The scene froze again.Jin Zaizhong cleared his throat and said awkwardly, "Now, the deceased can be cremated."Let's all get out. 』

"Then whoever comes to touch the pot now can't find his mother in his seventies or eighties!" ’ asked in a high-pitched voice, ‘doesn’t the old lady know that her son is dead? 』The sharp voice gradually turned low, like a layer of cotton, which could not be heard clearly.

Touching the pot means that the earthen pot that burnt the money for the dead will be knocked on the heads of the family members of the deceased—mostly children—and then smashed to the ground, so that the deceased can receive it in the underworld. The money that was sent to him can rest in peace.

But according to General Cai with a squeaky voice, the deceased did not have any family members here.

Everyone was silent and looked at each other.At this moment, someone suddenly said: "Whoever comes to give us money, let him touch it!" 』These words were like a sharp arrow, carrying the whistling cold wind, and nailed everyone's eyes again to the pale-faced big-backed head.Feeling the eyes of everyone, Dabeitou began to tremble, and he objected weakly: "You...you can't do this. 』The resistance became weaker and weaker, and finally, the sound ceased.

Jin Zaizhong watched coldly, and two workers pressed the man's shoulders, pressing down his thin back.With a bang, the basin hit the shiny head heavily, as if it weighed a thousand catties.

boom!dusty!Tiles splatter!Dabeitou suddenly collapsed on the ground, unable to stand up.

There were cries from around, and Jin Zaizhong closed his eyes wearily.

As the bodies went into the incinerator, Kim Jaejoong stood aside, focusing on the faces of the workers, the tired, confused and sad faces.Jin Jaejoong's eyes were not friendly, even a little bit hostile.Thanks to them, Jung Yunho is still lying in a hospital bed.The boy lowered his astringent eyes, staring at his toes boredly.

Jin Jaejoong felt like he was in the scene of a crappy movie, extremely sarcastic, yet dejected.

The old man pushed the coffin into the incinerator with a thump, yes, very quietly, but one could clearly hear it when the flames slammed into flames.It was as if the fire didn't burn the coffin, but the soles of the feet.

Jin Zaizhong moved his feet uneasily.

After the urn was brought out, the workers quickly boarded the car and left with the pitch-black box in their hands.There were cigarette butts left on the place where he stood, and there were still a few wisps of smoke rising slowly.

Jin Zaizhong went back to the morgue to pack up, but a shiny black briefcase flashed out of the corner of his eyes.The man with shiny hair flashed in his mind, and Jin Zaizhong took his bag and turned back to the gate. Fortunately, the man with black oil didn't leave.

"Yes, yes, yes...they are all gone, er, nothing happened, don't worry, that's right, someone died, it's really nothing to do with you, boss, don't worry, all the documents are in the bag, I'll see you later I will bring it to you...」

It was unreal that the man's conversation reached Jin Zaizhong. He stood ten steps away from the man, quietly listening to the man's hunched back talking to the other side of the phone.Then, just as the man was about to turn around, he walked away quickly.

Jin Zaizhong was expressionless, and walked straight to the incinerator with his bag.With a wave of his hand, the boy threw the bag into the furnace.

"what is this!You just throw it in there! ’ The old man yelled angrily, ‘Do you know how troublesome it is to clean up! 』

"Rubbish. Jin Zaizhong said lightly, turned around and walked towards the office, and finally said, "I will go to the hospital to take care of uncle later, and uncle depends on you when the next incident happens." ’ just left the old man who was coughing so much that he wanted to roll his eyes.

As Jin Zaizhong walked out of the funeral home, his gaze softened.He is now eager to see Zheng Yunhao, to see the man who can give him stability and peace.

He greeted his grandma across the street and hurried towards the hospital.