The Man Who Picked the Stars

"Yunho, can you dance?" Jaejoong asked suddenly as they hugged each other.

"... skipped before."

"Jump with me, will you?"

"..."

"I want to dance with the one I love, can I?"

Jin Zaizhong walked to the center of the living room, turned around, smiled and held out his hand to the man.The warm yellow light sprinkled on his hair, radiating brilliance.

"Come?"

Zheng Yunhao stretched out his hand almost bewitchingly.There was no music, and the copper-yellow gramophone was gathering dust in the corner.In the endless sea of ​​reeds, the bright moonlight, and the warmth of the small living room, two people faced each other and slowly turned around.The boy's hand was on the man's shoulder, and the man's hand was on his waist.

Jin Zaizhong raised his head, the man lowered his eyes, and his eyes met.

"Does your leg hurt?" Kim Jaejoong asked.

The man didn't answer, his deep eyes lingered on the young man's delicate face, his rough fingers caressed, the man silently tightened his embrace, and half covered his face in the young man's hair.

The young man softened his brows and leaned obediently on the man's shoulder.

If there seems to be no sound of insects, it floats from outside the window.It's so light, it's like the moonlight has covered it with a gauze as thin as onion's wings.It quietly hovered over the living room, and then slowly fell, covering the bodies of the two embracing each other, and falling between their blending lips and teeth.

The young man's nostrils were sore, the man's lips and tongue were lingeringly entangled with his, and the long black eyelashes scraped his cheeks. He moaned in satisfaction, but was hugged even tighter by the man.

Ample power collided in the lungs, causing tremors.It was a kind of hidden passion, which was difficult for the young man to express, but it started from his beating heart, penetrated into the internal organs, and was forced to the tip of his toes.As a result, he became fragile, and tears filled his eyes at the slightest provocation. He closed his eyes to hide the tears.

He promised the man that he would never cry again.

But men always easily tease his mood, making him sentimental, sensitive and vulnerable.And when the man really entered his body, the boy forcibly held back the scream that rushed to his throat.Jin Zaizhong couldn't help panting, beads of sweat slipped from between his brows and dripped onto the man's hot chest.

Zheng Yunhao felt that he had never seen such a beautiful scene in his life. The young man leaned over him, sweating profusely, but in the hazy night light, there was a luster as white as jade.The boy is like a unparalleled treasure in the world, men dare not touch it, for fear that with a slight breath, the fragile boy in his arms will be blown to pieces.

A part of Jung Yunho is buried in Kim Jaejoong's body.Feeling the uncontrollable swelling of the man's part in his body, the young man let out a low laugh, and the dimples at the corner of his mouth were like charming evening primrose, exuding a bewitching smell.He leaned down, touched the man's red ear with his lips, moved, he said.

The long night, endless indulgence and madness, has just kicked off.The young man held on to the man's shoulder, and there seemed to be no overflowing groans from his mouth, which only provoked the man's more wanton collision.The man at first wanted to slow down the pace because he was concerned about the juvenile jerky.But Kim Jaejoong grabs his hand.

Yunho, look at me.Jin Zaizhong murmured softly, his eyes were astonishingly bright in the dark night.Look at me, look at me, I am Kim Jaejoong, not someone else.

It's not someone else, it's Kim Jaejoong who you love so much.

The boy grabbed the man's hot and wet hand and touched his body. He took the man and caressed every part of his body, making the man's hot breathing a little short.Treat me as you like, as you like, only you can.The young man's delicate voice slid into the man's ears and dripped into his heart, ripples of sourness and pity.

The man slammed himself into the boy's body fiercely, and when he heard the boy's fragmented moans, a tearing pleasure rose in his heart.The body in his arms is fresh and warm, unlike the cold body he handles every day, this body full of desire and passion is his.He said he would stay by his side, stay with him in a life full of misfortunes and disasters.

This clear recognition made Zheng Yunhao almost have the urge to shed tears.He swallowed the choking in his throat, hugged the boy heartily, and the joy that surged in his heart in an instant could offset the pain of the rest of his life.

After the passion, Jin Jaejoong leaned in Zheng Yunhao's arms, and the two hugged each other quietly, listening to the sound of breathing in the huge house.

"Yunho, have you ever thought that we will still be together ten years from now?" Jin Jaejoong rested his chin on Jung Yunho's shoulder, feeling the vibration of his own voice, "Do you think that we will be together after more than ten years? A scene of living with an old man?"

"..."

"I thought about it," Jaejoong's voice echoed calmly in the dark room, "I would think that in the future you will go back to be a racing driver, and I will go back to school to find a different life."

"But in these things, you are always involved."

Zheng Yunhao gently stroked his bare shoulders, and a kiss as light as a feather fell on the top of the boy's hair.

"In the end, there were only the two of us left, two annoying old men, running a run-down funeral home that no one wanted," Jin Jaejoong smiled softly, "I feel like I can't wait to grow old when I think about it."

"I really want to live a life like this." Jin Zaizhong murmured, looking at the ceiling longingly.

"You've already been here," Zheng Yunhao teased, "I'm tied to this sad old cripple, and you asked for it yourself."

"That's right, I asked for it myself," Kim Jaejoong couldn't help turning his head, and showed a big smile in the direction of Zheng Yunhao, "So you don't want to get rid of me. I will depend on you for the rest of my life!"

"Don't be so full of words."

"I just have to say it fully, so there is no room for repentance." The boy wrinkled his nose in dissatisfaction, and bit the man's chest. "After I die, you have to bury me yourself." The boy firmly declared.

"What are you talking about?" Why did the topic suddenly come to this, the young man's thinking is always far away.

"It's what you said. Death is a process that must be experienced. That uncle must live longer than me. This is an agreement."

"..." The man didn't speak, but hugged him tightly.

"All the nations we have observed, no matter they are barbaric or civilized, although they were created separately, they are far away from each other in space and time..." Kim Jae-joong murmured into Zheng Yunhao's arms.

"Why?" Zheng Yunhao rubbed the top of his hair amusedly, "chanting scriptures?"

". . . there is no human activity finer and more solemn than religion, marriage, and burial. This foundation of common truth governs all peoples, and directs them to start from these three institutions to create the human race. " Jin Zaizhong finished speaking in one breath, then turned to look at Yunho seriously, "Yunho."

"Ok?"

"So by the nature of your noble cause you are second only to bishops and priests in the world."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zheng Yunhao lightly pinched Jin Jaejoong's cheek, "Where did you get the ghost theory?"

"The books you must read in college," Jin Zaizhong said solemnly, "are you convinced? So I need you, a noble person, to accomplish a great cause, and I will cooperate with my left and right." After finishing speaking, he burst out laughing.

Zheng Yunhao pampered Jin Jaejoong's head, and raised the corners of his mouth.

Uncle Fa died, of a heart attack.The onset of the disease occurred in the middle of the night, and the body was hard when people found it the next day.

After smoking so many cigarettes, in the end it was because of his heart that he died.The old man's property is not much, all left to his only family.On the day of the funeral, Jin Zaizhong hurriedly caught sight of the face that was very similar to Uncle Fa, and after that, he never saw it again.

The shaving, coffin, and cremation were all done by Zheng Yunhao alone.He said Uncle Fa would let him do the same.Jin Zaizhong looked at the man's red eyes, nodded, and said nothing.But before closing the incinerator at last, Jin Zaizhong took out a cigarette and threw it into the pitch-black stove.This time, no one yelled at him for littering anymore.

Jin Zaizhong stared at the flames jumping in the furnace entrance, and said to himself: go.

After cooking, Zheng Yunhao walked to Kim Jaejoong and watched the funeral car leave with him.

"Okay, it's really just the two of us now! Boss Zheng, you have to give me a raise!" The boy stretched his waist pretending to be relaxed.

"..." The man next to him rarely responded.

"We Yunho, you did a great job!" Kim Jaejoong suddenly said carelessly, "Uncle Fa will also be very pleased with your current appearance."

The young man turned sideways, took the man's hand, and under his surprised gaze, kissed the back of the hand that still smelled of disinfectant. "And the most beautiful hands in the world."

The boy wiped the moist corners of Zheng Yunhao's eyes, and smiled into a pair of crescent moons.

"He'll be fine over there too, don't worry."

The man stared at Kim Jaejoong's smiling face, and nodded solemnly.After that, he clenched Jin Jaejoong's hand.

When Zheng Yunhao was cleaning up in the office, Jin Zaizhong was standing in the corridor outside the house, and heard the door opening behind him.

"What are you looking at?" Zheng Yunhao walked up to Kim Jaejoong and asked.

"Snow." The boy didn't say much, and looked up at the sky.

As winter approached, Kim Jaejoong stood side by side with Jung Yunho again, watching the first snow falling from the sky.Pieces of pure white snow, crystal clear and flawless, slowly fell on the young man's shoulders.Reflecting this familiar scene in his eyes, Jin Jaejoong gently held Zheng Yunhao's hand, and rolled his eyes with a smile.There is a small pear dimple on the edge of the raised lips.

"Ah, Chuxue, it's your birthday this year!" The man suddenly exclaimed.

"Actually, there is still a lot of time, you can prepare well." The boy said calmly.

"Well..." the man was distressed.

"No cake, no new clothes, no admission ticket! Zheng Yunhao, you can do it yourself!"

"...I'd better give you a big bouquet of chrysanthemums."

"How dare you!" Someone frowned again.

"Birthdays happen to be in this season..." the man muttered.

"Zheng Yunhao, how dare you despise my birthday!"

"No way! Don't dislike it, don't dislike it..."

"By the way, Zaizhong," the man seemed to remember something, "there is a letter for you."

"Who? Why did you send it here?" The young man was puzzled.

"It seems that it was originally sent to my home, but it was transferred after a long period of no one received it." The man coughed awkwardly, "You know, I was not at home very much during that time."

The boy gave him a blank look, turned around and entered the house.Among the messy letters, the teenager didn't have to spend much effort to see the unique letter.Quickly grabbing the envelope and tearing open the letter paper, the teenager quickly scanned the contents of the letter paper, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Zaizhong, are you ready?" A man's voice came from outside the door, "We can go." It was already evening, and the two made an appointment to go out for dinner after get off work.

"Here we come." The boy carefully read the letter paper twice, then threw it on the table, and closed the door randomly.

On the table, a line of writing was inadvertently revealed on the white letter paper that slipped from the golden envelope: Mr. Jin Zaizhong, we are very honored to inform you that you have been selected as the 2011 trainee of starking company...

What we are looking for will always come back to us inadvertently.

Jin Zaizhong sat in the car, looking at the busy street ahead.Zheng Yunhao noticed the boy subconsciously couldn't hold back his mouth, and couldn't help asking: "What are you laughing at?"

"Yunho, what do you want most now?"

"Everything I want is by my side."

"Really?"

"Really." The man reached out and pinched the boy's cheek.

"Me too," Jin Zaijoong replied with a smile as he leaned comfortably on the seat, "What I want is by my side."

In the golden afterglow, a car flashed by quickly, carrying the people we care about and the unknown happiness, and drove to the distance.

I once thought that the richness of life lies in walking through thousands of mountains and rivers.But after going through the prosperity and looking back at the beginning, I realized that the so-called true possession lies in going through thousands of mountains and rivers, and being able to protect the original heart and the people around me.

The place where you exist is my home.

Yunho, I'm home.

"The Man Who Reached the Stars"