Ukiyo · Jingzhe

On a hot summer day, at a crossroads, Jin Junxiu stood at one end of the zebra crossing, looked at the endless stream of vehicles, shook his head, and tried to keep his brain paralyzed by alcohol awake.

Just this morning, after I finally made up my mind to express my intention to compromise with the lobby manager, in the afternoon, I was taken to the private room to provide "accompanying wine" service for a group of middle-aged men who were extravagant.

This service, the manager has persuaded him a long time ago, both soft and hard as well as kindness and power, but Jin Junxiu rejected it from the bottom of his heart.Even if a man is more handsome than others, it can't be a reason to follow the crowd, so he has always refused firmly.

but……

Just yesterday, the landlord told him that the rent could no longer be delayed.

He will be homeless soon... He has no friends, no one will lend him money, and the landlord has graciously given him a grace period of nearly a month. Having nowhere to go, he finally sighed, found the manager, and chose compromise.

People—always want to live. In the face of survival, self-esteem is so illusory and humble.

And the guest who had been coveting him all this time appeared in the box in the afternoon as if he had installed some sensor, ordered food, and ordered him...

Se Mimi's eyes, restless fingers, and mouth that kept persuading him to drink made Jin Junxiu feel that he had begun to degenerate, so he raised the goblet, stopped using others to persuade him, and drank one cup after another until the phone rang.

The landlord said apologetically on the other side of the phone, "Please come back as soon as possible to pack your luggage. The house will be rented to someone else. I won't charge this month's rent."

Resigned to his fate, he poured himself another glass of red wine and drank it all, shaking the empty glass and saying apologetically, "I'm sorry, there is something urgent at home, I will accompany you another day."

Of course, the guests don't want the cooked duck to fly away, but after thinking about it for the first time, they should not push people too hard. It is very important to make a good impression first.And today he was quite satisfied. Looking at it again, the red wine had already gone down half of the bottle, so he didn't stop him from releasing it.

So, now he was standing at the intersection, and when he was dazed, he realized that the light was already green, so he walked out.Halfway through, there was a car on the left turning and coming towards him, honking its horn non-stop.

Even the horn felt like he was redundant... I don't know if it was the effect of alcohol, or the long-standing forbearance finally broke out, but Jin Junxiu actually stood in the middle of the road and yelled at the car that was honking just now.

"Call, call, call! You are the green light and I am also the green light. Why should I give way to you with four wheels? My two legs run faster than you or something? If I run faster than you Hurry up and buy a fucking car, huh?"

The owner of the car was stunned by the scolding. The scorching weather was followed by anger. He simply parked the car in the middle of the intersection, got out of the car, rolled up his arms and sleeves, and looked like he was about to make a move.

"Come on, come on! Am I still afraid of you when I come out of prison?" Jin Junxiu shouted a little hysterically, which was self-indulgent and self-defeating.

Hearing what he said, the owner of the car was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly sized him up. In just a while, the traffic police rushed over, and finally persuaded the owner to leave.

Panting desperately, trying to suppress the fluctuating emotions, just about to turn around and leave, a tentative voice came from behind.

"Kim Junsu?"

The moment he heard the voice, he froze. When he saw the person next to him, he felt a little dazed. It seemed that he had really drunk too much.

If there is only one person in this world who cares about Jin Junxiu's life, then it can only be this man in front of him.

Jin Junxiu stared at him blankly, until the man shook his head helplessly and walked in front of him, and gave him a firm hug, then he came back to his senses, and the wine instantly woke up.

"I just thought it was you! I haven't found it after searching for so long, but I just met it like this!" The man patted Jin Junxiu on the back, his excitement was undisguised, seeing that he didn't respond, he raised his hand to kiss him. Dancing in front of his eyes, "What? You don't know me? Believe it or not if you dare to forget me and I'll beat you up?"

When the sight, hearing and touch were all filled by the person in front of him, Jin Junsu finally came back to his senses, but his tone was still uncertain: "Park...Park Yoochun?"

"You're lucky, boy, go for a walk and have a drink." He said, wrapping his arms around Junxiu's shoulders, like two brothers.

"Wait." Pulling him back embarrassedly, Jin Junxiu knew that he couldn't drink anymore today, and there were more important things waiting for him, "Can I do it another day? I need to go home, and I have some urgent matters to deal with."

Unexpectedly, Park Youtian suddenly became nervous, and said in an urgent tone, "What's the matter? Do you need my help? I just happen to have nothing to do, so I'll accompany you."

"I need to go home, it's urgent." Kim Junsu said apologetically.

"Can I come together?" Looking at Park Yoochun who was cautiously asking for his opinion, Junsu finally couldn't bear to refuse.

"Where is your home? I've searched all over the city since I came out, but I couldn't find you." Park Yoochun curled his lips.

After Junsu reported his address, the corners of Park Yoochun's mouth turned into a slight twitch: "So you're going back?"

Junxiu stopped talking.There is only one hundred yuan note left on him, and he is reluctant to take a taxi, and needs to spend money to take the bus. Now he can't bear any extra expenses. He really wants to walk back like this, and think of a way by the way...

During the silence, Park Yootian had already hailed a taxi and stuffed people into it.

"What's the matter?" In the car, Park Yootian still couldn't hold back and asked.

Junxiu briefly explained the situation. Of course, he still didn't have the nerve to say things like drinking with him. After hearing this, Park Yootian said two words directly and neatly: "Stop!"

Regardless of the driver's cursing, Park Yoochun took Jin Junsu to a random bank, and didn't care about the handling fee for cross-bank withdrawals, so he directly took out 5 yuan and stuffed it into Junsu.

"What are you doing?" Junxiu refused to ask for it.

"Pay the rent first, and you keep the rest for flowers." Park Yoochun said it as a matter of course.

Junxiu, who has always been good-tempered, frowned: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? What can I mean? If I tell you to take it, you can take it, why so much nonsense?" It was a natural tone again, shaking Jin Junxiu's heart a little bit.

"No need." Junxiu had no room for refusal.

"Do you find it bothering me to give you money? What is our relationship, eh? What, are you trying to draw a line with me?"

"Of course not!" Junxiu eagerly denied.

"Then do as I said first, and don't oppose reality. If you are like this, it is me who loves you."

Junsu stared at Park Yoochun, speechless for a long time, then smiled, that smile was like the reassuring smile when he first appeared for him.

"Don't smile at me like that, be careful I'll kill you here." Park Yoochun suddenly smiled maliciously.

This day is another turning point for Kim Junsu.

He reunited with Park Youtian and solved the urgent need. After everything was settled with the landlord, the two chatted for a while, until they were interrupted by the ringing of the phone.

"Yes... I met a friend, I'll go back later today... don't wait for me, you can eat by yourself..." Park Youtian said blankly, and when it was time to remind the person on the phone, he used an order "Kim Jaejoong, don't forget about tomorrow's interview, this time it's more difficult, don't mess it up."

"Roommate?" Junxiu still asked.It can be heard that it is a man, could it be that...

He curled his lips indifferently, and didn't answer his question directly, but said: "Do you live alone? I'll sleep with you tonight."

"Didn't you just say to go back?" It took less than a minute to hang up the phone.

"Oh, it doesn't matter anymore, are you willing to let me go?" After finishing speaking, Park Youtian picked him up and turned him into the bedroom.

This night, the long-lost people practiced the joy of reunion; but there were also people who sighed for the confused future and deep anxiety in the dark night.

Jin Jaejoong was surrounded by uneasy feelings after hanging up the phone - Park Youtian came home late, of course it was not a big deal, but it was abnormal that he didn't go home on time to explain something face to face the day before he changed jobs.

Forget it, anyway, this is the first time I have changed jobs, so why worry about things I am used to?So, Kim Jaejoong ushered in the retest of his interview with such a mood.

"Computer." The interviewer said, pointing to the laptop on the table, and then pointing to the brochure next to the computer, and continued concisely, "Customer's needs for design." Then he turned over the brochure, pointed to the bottom of the page, looked around at the interviewers and continued. Said, "Design on the spot, within a time limit of three to 10 minutes, and send it to an email when it is done."

Of course, it is normal to apply for advertising design and submit works, but doing it on the spot is a bit new.The interviewers looked at each other, speechless.

Then the interviewer was reluctant to say a word, leaving the bewildered applicant to leave, showing a cold attitude.

If the interview is successful, I hope this kind of person is not my boss-this is the voice of every interviewer.

Jin Zaizhong looked at the information in his hand - this is a promotional advertisement made by a shoe company to cater for the Mid-Autumn Festival.Yes, Kim Jaejoong was interviewing for a media company. Before that, he only had contact with advertising companies, and he really didn’t have a lot of experience in the diverse mass media field.

All he can think of is that Chang'e is wearing modern clothes, stepping on bright high-heeled shoes, walking in the staircase-shaped Milky Way, approaching the moon step by step, and the moon is a nearly transparent family portrait cartoon photo...

Just such an uninspired idea, actually——

The work is made by everyone in the same room, but the comments are one-on-one.

"Mr. Jin Zaizhong, congratulations, you have been admitted." Accompanied by the interviewer just now, Jin Zaizhong walked into the office with the sign of "Creative Director" hanging on the door.

In the room, a person in a suit was standing in front of a super-large LCD TV. The pictures were naturally the six pictures made by the interviewees just now. Jin Zaizhong saw his own work at a glance, and then glanced at other people's works, and was stunned.

Is your level too high?What kind of weird things are in the pictures in front of you?

The shoes step on the moon cake, and the heel runs through the center of the moon cake—it’s so cruel, can this shoe still be worn?

The shoes are leaning against the moon cakes - are you comparing your height?

Couples chasing each other with moon cakes in their hands—where are the shoes, lost?

There is a white jade rabbit sitting in the high heels - well, this is more acceptable;

Cowherd is holding a pair of high-heeled shoes and knelt in front of Weaver Girl on one knee—what a creative Cowherd, is this a real Cowherd?

Puchi... Finally, I couldn't help laughing out. Compared with these pictures, my own picture is really too artistic.

Hearing the laughter, the man in the suit turned around and looked at Kim Jaejoong, but was unexpectedly stunned.

"Mr. Zheng, this is Kim Jaejoong." The interviewer seldom saw the director lose his composure, so he hurriedly introduced him.

The person called Mr. Zheng still looked straight at Jin Zaizhong, frowning, Jin Zaizhong looked at him blankly, not daring to speak more.

"Jin Zaizhong?" Mr. Zheng called his name, with a questioning tone, "Have I met you somewhere?"