Shen Qinghe opened a pet funeral shop in the suburbs of the city called "Anxin Pavilion".
Seventy-five square meters, old wooden signboard, with a small paw print in the lower right corner.
Not many people came, and the time was not good. One o'clock in the morning, three o'clock in the morning, when it's almost dawn. He's used to it. That's how it is in this business. Partings are always unexpected, and cats and dogs don't pick the right time to leave.
He thought he would be like this for the rest of his life, guarding this small shop, and when his sister got married, he would be the only one left.
Until that rainy night, Lu Yan opened his door.
The vice president of an investment bank, who makes tailor-made suits, looks out of place in this old shop. He held a cardboard box in his arms, and inside was a golden retriever, twelve years old, named Eleven.
Shen Qinghe said goodbye to Eleven, made paw prints, and put the ashes into a small yellow box - so big for a golden retriever, but in the end it was no more than the size of a large mug.
He thought that was the end.
However, Lu Yan came again, and Shen Qinghe thought he just couldn't let go of Shiyi.
Later, the landlord wanted to raise the rent, the neighbors complained that he was unlucky, and his colleagues gossiped behind his back. Shen Qinghe didn't know where to move, or how long this light would last.
Later, someone on the Internet uncovered his past and accused him of stealing human remains for profit. The studio door was closed, and the cell phone kept ringing, all filled with curses.
When he was most helpless, Lu Yan put the old key into Shen Qinghe's hand.
"The landlord's matter has been resolved. You can keep the store open as long as you want."
Shen Qinghe clutched the key, and suddenly remembered that rainy night - this person was standing like this, so quiet, and looking at him like this.
It turns out that there are really people in this world who are not here to say goodbye.
He mustered up the courage to stand up, make the video public, speak out, and let the truth come out.
*Pet Mortician × Vice President of Investment Bank | Same-sex marriageable background*
Intention: Some people come to say goodbye, and some people come to stay.