[Entertainment] Chen Guang

The final season of Seoul National University is over, and there are students from the college carrying their luggage home one after another.In fact, no matter how old they are, the joy of the holidays usually beats the previous distress easily.

Song Zechen came out of the professor's office. The project he was working on was about to end, so the members could not join in the first few days of their trip to Malta.

Kim Sang-won was waiting for him early at the corner. After he went out, he straightened his body leaning against the wall: "Let's go."

There are some small restaurants near the school, and they randomly found the nearest one.

The end of July in Seoul is too hot, and you will feel like you are going to be sunburned when you walk on the road.

The coolness of the air conditioner relieved the discomfort from the burnt body. Jin Xiangyuan simply ordered a few small dishes and drinks, and asked Song Zechen: "Are you losing your appetite again? Is there anything you want to eat?"

"That's all, no need." Song Zechen directly returned the menu that Jin Xiangyuan handed over to the waiter.

The icy sour plum soup came quickly. Song Zechen poked the ice cube with a straw, took a small sip of the drink, and squinted his eyes comfortably.

"Comfortable."

Jin Sangyuan felt Song Zechen's aversion to heat amusedly, and stirred a few small dishes with chopsticks and sent them to his mouth.

The meal that was blackmailed over the phone before was his graduation period this year, so he was not in a hurry to go home, and made an appointment after Song Zechen finished the exam.

"Your project is almost over. The professor really likes you and is willing to take you to do things. It seems that we, Zechen, like us everywhere."

When Song Zechen joined the project, there were some criticisms from outside, but the fellow brothers and sisters said a few words for him, after all, everyone can see what he has done.

"Thank you very much." Song Zechen tasted a few cold dishes and put them down quickly.

During the quiet dinner table, Kim Sang-won suddenly raised his head, as if casually sharing:

"By the way, I'm going to the United States. After struggling for a long time, I decided to agree to the offer."

Song Zechen suddenly didn't respond, and replied after a second: "When will I be free to see you off?"

Jin Xiangyuan shook his head: "You are not free, you have a public schedule that day, I know it much better than you."

"Ah." Song Zechen sighed regretfully.

Jin Sang-won shrugged: "I really hesitated for a long time. During those days, I stayed up all night thinking about my future, because I was not sure and tried my best to find another way out."

When Song Zechen heard "those days" thinking, maybe when he was joking with himself, or when he was complaining to himself about the level of the teacher, everyone was walking alone in the dark in most cases unknown.

Jin Xiangyuan snapped his fingers to make Song Zechen look at him, and raised his glass to touch him with a smile: "It's not good to be too sad when we part, I don't like it."

Picking up the cup, with a crisp sound, he took a sip.

He was in a trance with the sour plum soup in the glass, and the cicadas outside the window made a noise like it was raining.

At every minute and every second at this moment, you can't imagine the different but coincidental partings experienced by all parts of the world at the same time.

Those who meet one day will be separated, but some are only for one day and can meet again soon, while others are for a lifetime.

Jin Tae-yi walked out of the house, the sky was misty and light rain started to wet the black gauze on his left arm.The family members in the house were still crying. He had been guarding the altar for a whole day, but his parents, who couldn't see it anymore, asked him to go out to get some air so as not to burn his body.

When I turned my head, I could see the big black and white photo of my grandfather in front of the table in the main hall, the wrinkles were kind, and it was frozen in the moment of smiling gently at him.

His calm eyes began to sour again.

The air was filled with the smell of mud and dust soaked in rain, and the rain and fog covered his head and body. It wasn't big, but after walking for a while, he felt damp and uncomfortable.

A figure holding an umbrella can be vaguely seen in the distance, like the written pen and ink has been dripped with water and seeped indistinctly.

He rubbed his eyes, not surprised that the person knew the news, but surprised that he happened to appear in front of him, and suddenly mistook it for a dream.

Song Zechen walked up to him to block the falling rain, his warm breath lingered, he understood the reality in front of him, and hoarsely said to Song Zechen:

"Grandpa has also become a star."

Song Zechen didn't speak, and Jin Taeju knew he couldn't speak, this person always kept silent when others were sad, and he didn't know if there was any meaningful company.

should make sense.

When he saw Song Zechen, memories that had nothing to do with sadness suddenly jumped out of his mind.

When he was learning English with great enthusiasm, he would randomly pull out a book full of English from Song Zechen's bookshelf. If he couldn't understand it, he would throw it to Song Zechen and read it to him. Practice, and that's it for a day.

He would fall on the sofa in Song Zechen's room, and occasionally Tanni would come in. The windows of the room were often opened, and the fresh air came in combined with the aroma of the freshener in the house, a faint smell of vegetation growth.He listened to one book after another in Song Zechen's pleasant British accent, and grabbed the precious paper and pen on his desk to draw a series of picture books with simple strokes. Only one sentence left a deep impression on him.

In Shakespeare's Sonnets it says:

"When the stars don't blink, you will shine for it."

When the stars don't blink, it's your turn to shine for them.

The dead relatives close their eyes and go to heaven.

Perhaps he should shine for it, save its light.

The rain fell silently, and there were only the two of them on the country road, and Jin Tae-il stood quietly, emptied into a vast expanse of whiteness.

When he was busy, he didn't come back for a long time, and he felt embarrassed with his dry and discolored hair, as if he was no longer a child when he was a child.

Being so close to his hometown, he even thought of fleeing.

He was full of random thoughts in his mind, forgetting the existence of Song Zechen, and he didn't realize that there was someone beside him until the person around him put his hand in his pocket.

Do you want to give me sugar?

Jin Taiyi remembered that when Song Zechen used to coax him, he could always take out all kinds of candies from his pocket at any time, and of course the most popular one was strawberry flavor.

Song Zechen finally opened his hands in Jin Taechen's sight.

An ordinary plastic star lay there quietly, with slightly frayed edges and a drop of water in the middle.

The one he lost.

For some reason, Jin Taiyi looked at Song Zechen's clearly textured palm extension, his eyes gradually turned red, and tears mixed with the rain fell into the soft soil under his feet.

He rested his forehead on Song Zechen's shoulder, silent tears streaming down his face, mixed with the astringent taste of rainwater, he grabbed the plastic star and choked up: "Thank you."

Song Zechen hugged him gently with the hand that didn't hold an umbrella, and the rain curtain was as silent as two drops of ink accidentally splashed in a misty rain ink painting.

He didn't come to comfort him, people have the right to be unhappy, he was probably just a person who came to give stars.

When Jin Tae-yi was painting wildly, Song Zechen would sometimes put down the book in his hand and join in. The two of them lay on the blanket in the room, pointing at the paper with their hands outstretched. Create tiny stories in:

When a person dies, he becomes a star.

There are so many stars in the sky, some are lively, some are shy, some are old, some are lively, with various personalities and images.

After there are too many stars, someone needs to manage them, so there are people who line up for the stars every day.

The stars may be dusty after a long time, so there are people who wipe the stars seriously and diligently.

Of course, there is also a very important position, which is the career that Song Zechen finally hopes to do in his mind full of fantasies. It is a bit more useless and romantic than the scientist who has been mentioned all the time since he was a child.

Because these stars are changed by people, people always have seven emotions and six desires, even the stars.

So when Xing Xing occasionally wakes up and thinks when he is tired from playing, in some inadvertent small moments, he recalls the people they once loved to the heart on the ground, and misses and remembers them very much.

Are they eating well?Are they having fun?Do they have to live well without our company?

And the most important sentence must be achieved.

So the most important position is the messenger of the stars. They travel through the vastness of the universe and flow through the galaxy water full of stars. If they are lucky, they almost encounter a bad-tempered star who will perform an explosion for him, and he will suffer. The ground is impacted, but that also has to run forward with the sun and the moon.

Song Zechen solemnly called this position as a star envoy, and regarded it as his dream of working hard in the future.

At the cost of light years, it took a long time. Of course, when he arrived in the mortal world, he walked a few more times, and he received many more letters with the same addressees, and he was in a hurry.

The kind-hearted messenger decided to expand his business, stored his heavy heart, and finally came to the front. This one will grin when he is happy, can think of the meaning of purple love, blows dandelions on the ground, and likes to wear the name of Van Gogh the most. Boys running around.

I found the letter that I kept safely. There was love from elders, friends, fans, and my own love that was secretly stuffed in by the messenger.

The messenger tried every means, and finally came to the boy, just to tell the boy the most important sentence in the letter:

"Love you."