The Man Who Picked the Stars

"Are you ready? 』Zheng Yunhao turned his head and asked Kim Jaejoong who was standing behind in a low voice.

Jin Zaizhong swallowed nervously and nodded.

The door was opened with a squeak, and the dust in the room was flying in the air, drawing golden circles, and falling lightly before Jin Zaizhong's eyes in a blink of an eye.Kim Jaejoong couldn't help blinking.

The room is very bright, and the golden and transparent sunlight extends to every corner of the room, outlining rolling shadows.Jin Zaizhong looked around, feeling as if he had broken into a secret room that had been sealed for a long time.His eyes followed Zheng Yunhao's figure to the crystal coffin placed in the center of the room. The transparent and small crystal coffin just fit a person.

Jin's heart beat violently.

Zheng Yunhao put on his work clothes, and then went to the small room next door to disinfect.After he came out, he took out a box from the cabinet next to him. Jin Jaejoong thought it would be some kind of terrible tool like tweezers and scissors, but when he opened the box, what appeared in front of him was a pair of cosmetics.

『The douching has been completed this morning, and the rest is just a simple shave. ”Zheng Yunhao put down the box, pointed to the chair next to the crystal coffin, “Sit there and watch what I do. 』

Jin Zaizhong shoved past him awkwardly, sat down lightly, his eyes flicked around, but he didn't look at the coffin next to him.

"Relax, the deceased was a young woman, not scary. 』Zheng Yunhao comforted softly.

Jin Zaizhong took a quick glance. To his surprise, the face of the deceased in the coffin was surprisingly soft. Except for his slightly pale face, he looked no different from a living person.The sun hit her face, showing a light primrose color, she seemed to be asleep, immersed in a peaceful dream.

Jin Zaizhong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and let go of his sweaty fist.

Zheng Yunhao concentrated his attention and gently wiped the face of the deceased with an alcohol cotton ball, then used a hot towel to relax the face of the deceased, and then took out a small hair dryer.

"well? 』Jin Jaejoong is confused, why use a hair dryer?

"It's easier to apply makeup after blowing the face warm," Zheng Yunhao explained, "the deceased's complexion is fine, and there is no need to use lead powder.After brushing the hair later, powder, eyebrows, blush... It's almost done. 』

"When a person dies, it's over once and for all. I don't understand why there is such a fuss. 』Kim Jaejoong looked at Zheng Yunhao's subordinates working meticulously and seriously, and muttered to himself.

"This is also a kind of blessing from the family to the deceased. 』

"But they can't see it," Jin Zaizhong retorted unconvinced, "the painting is just for their family to look good." 』

"They can't see it, but they can also feel it, so the faces of the dead will always be more peaceful than the living. ”Jung Yunho patiently explained to Kim Jaejoong that his subordinates are working non-stop, “I can leave this world without worries, walk through a door, and start a new journey.And this last makeup is a thank you gift. 』

Jung Yunho put on foundation for the woman with a soft complexion, "It is a gift to thank her for coming to this world and to give happiness to her family and people she knows." 』

Jin Zaizhong blinked and looked at the sleeping woman in the coffin.The woman who put on blush has recovered some of the beauty she should have had in her life, as if the flower of life fell on her and sighed for the last time.

"Death is not scary.It is not a punishment, but a process, and each of us will go through it in the end. 』

"Although it will bring us grief, it is not a bad thing. 』

Zheng Yunhao packed up his tools, and turned his gentle eyes to the young man who was staring at him blankly, with a hint of sadness in his smile.

"In, we are doomed to lose the one we love. 』

"Otherwise, how would we know how important their existence is to us. 』

Looking at the relatives and family members who were weeping bitterly in front of the cremation room, Jin Zaizhong frowned slightly.Zheng Yunhao went to discuss the funeral matters with his family members, so he left him here to watch other people howl and howl, he has no conscience!Asshole one!The boy complained unhappily, pouted his small mouth.

He didn't like such a noisy funeral. If the dead woman was still alive, she would definitely jump up and slap each of them viciously.One by one howling and crying in front of me, why don't I see you all at ordinary times!There is no peace after death, I don't know that my old lady is too tired to panic!The woman was dressed in red, with a ferocious face like a female ghost who came out of hell.The relatives ran away one by one, kneeling on the ground and calling for Her Majesty the Queen.

Jin Zaizhong laughed out loud at his unkind thoughts, and immediately stopped the car and warned himself viciously in his mind, when you die, someone may come to bury you, so be honest!

Thinking about it this way, Kim Jaejoong successfully turned into mourning mode.

Weeping loved ones are gone, returning to the mortuary to entertain those who came to show their condolences.A little girl was left alone, holding an urn in her hand.

Jin Zaizhong stepped forward hesitantly.

The little girl immediately raised her head and looked at Jin Zaizhong timidly, her eyes were wet, obviously she had just cried.

"..." Jin Jaejoong didn't know what to say, he just stood there, trying to show a kind smile to the little girl.

Unexpectedly, the little girl immediately returned him with a big smile, her crooked smiling eyes squeezed tears out of her sockets.

"Are you here too? 』

"What? 』Jin Zaizhong didn't react.

"You also have relatives... here? 』The little girl asked vaguely, her voice became softer, and a lovely blush was painted on her round face.

Only then did Jin Zaizhong understand that the little girl asked him if he was the family member of the deceased, and he shook his head.

"That's it," there was only a hint of disappointment in the voice, "That's still only me. 』

"What is only you?" 』Jin Zaizhong was puzzled.

"My mother is here, and I'm the only one. ”The little girl pouted and motioned to the morgue in front of her, “I have to stay here until they put my mother in.” 』The little girl shook the urn in her hand again.

Jin Zaizhong wanted to stop the little girl from doing this, but the words slipped around his lips and swallowed back. He stared blankly at the little girl who was still venting her anger.

"Mom doesn't like such a small box, and she doesn't like black and white photos, it's ugly.My mother also doesn't like so many people around her. I've never seen those adults. They all circle around my mother. They can't speak clearly and it's so noisy.If my mother would definitely say, hit me with a stick! 』The little girl imitated her mother's tone and said vividly.

Jin Zaizhong couldn't help grinning again, he found that his nerves were rough recently.

"I don't usually see her very much, my mother is always busy with work. The little girl said sullenly, "I live with grandma, and grandma always said that she was going to die when she was angry, but today she hugged me, her eyes kept watering, I think it must be my mother who made her very angry." 』

"Do you like grandma? Jin Zaizhong couldn't help asking, and he couldn't help but think of the hunched figure in his memory.

"I like grandma the most in the world," the girl whispered, "but will Mom be angry if you say that?" 』

"No," Jin softened in the center, stepped forward and patted the little girl's head, "Mom knows you love her. 』

The little girl nodded and hugged the urn in her hand tightly.

"I think so, it is enough for me to have grandma, and if grandma dies, I will go with her. 』The little girl innocently swears that she is not yet old enough to be willful.

At this time a person came out of the morgue, Jin Zaizhong fixed his eyes and saw that it was the gray-clothed old man who teased him last time.

The old man also recognized Jin Jaejoong, and opened his mouth in surprise, "Yo, baby? 』

"..." Jin Zaizhong resisted rolling his eyes at him.

The old man didn't bother, he turned to the panicked little girl next to him and showed a piercing smile: "Little baby, give me the urn." ’ He stretched out his bony hand to the little girl.

The little girl took a few steps back trembling in fright, and finally, holding back her tears, she struggled and handed the urn to him.

"Good boy. 』The old man turned around and entered the crematorium again, followed by rustling noises.Kim Jae-joong doesn't want to bother trying to figure out what that is.

"Are you leaving? The little girl looked at Kim Jaejoong eagerly, with a trace of longing in her eyes, "Come talk to me."I'm on this day, and those adults are too busy crying to talk to me.As soon as I spoke, they held me in their arms and cried, it was so uncomfortable. 』

"..." Jin scratched his head in the middle, not knowing what to say.

Before he could rack his brains to come up with a topic, the little girl's family appeared and took away the little girl and the urn in her hand.

Before leaving, the little girl turned her head and beckoned secretly to Jin Zaizhong, and wrinkled her small nose to the urn in her hand.Signal that mom really doesn't like her new house.

Jin Zaizhong also smiled at her kindly, and watched her go away.

When he turned around, his heart was almost not scared out.The old man's wrinkled and ghostly face was close in front of him.

"what? ! The boy shouted in shock, backing away again and again, "This will scare people to death, okay! 』My mother, Amitabha, Amitabha.The young man was determined to burn a stick of incense when he returned home.

"Hehehehe..." The old man let out a creepy laugh again, "Why are you here today?I remember, little baby, you never come here, aren't you afraid of having nightmares at night? 』

Jin Zaizhong felt that if he rolled his eyes again, he would be wiped out, and he resisted the urge to turn around and leave.Nose reluctantly snorted: "I'm here...to study." 』

"What? 』The old man’s voice was terrifyingly loud, but his hearing was very poor.

"I said I'm here to study!" Jin Zaizhong yelled at the old man's head impatiently, and then watched the old man with satisfaction covering his ears and jumping up and down with a painful expression on his face.

"Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai 』The old man glared at Jin Zaizhong, and muttered some unintelligible words in his mouth.

This time Jin Jaejoong turned around and left without any regrets.

At the end of the day, Jin Zaizhong basically watched all the work of the funeral home.When returning home, Zheng Yunhao sat in the car and asked him if he was used to this, this job might not be suitable for him or should he find another job, etc. Jin Jaejoong replied vaguely, not paying attention to what the man said.

The childish words of the little girl echoed repeatedly in his ears: "I love grandma the most in this world. If possible, I am willing to die with her." 』

He stared blankly at the low clouds in the sky.

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Yunho's lines are from "Rejuvenation"