Big Life

38 - True Story (2)

‘Strange, feeling · · · · · · · · ·. ’

The old town office was across the street.

The mustard bath was still there. A building that had long lost its function in the bathhouse would now be used as a new owner's warehouse or as a secret base for local children to this day.

‘The brother and sister I saw then must have grown up quite a bit. I wonder if he's still in middle school and his sister is still crying. ’

Reconstruction continued to drive behind the scenery of a familiar town. We still had a few more kilometers to get to where the navigation was headed.

The rice fields are everywhere. Most of the unusual buildings were single-floor homes, so the view was clear. The foggy, barren landscape was decorating the background like a hurricane.

‘Turn right · · · · · · · · in the intersection past Cheonpo Elementary School. ’

Civilians line up on either side of the road, rapidly narrowing down. It was an old house with an old but emotional impression.

Reconstruction checked the distance remaining and slowed down slowly.

‘· · · · · · · Here. ’

Reconstruction stopped in front of the old house surrounded by debate and got off.

The height of the wall leading up to the nostrils was considerable.

I looked inside and saw only dense bushes sticking out my head. Through the basket, the gray ledge and the roof are blurry. He made me assume that the shape is in human hands.

‘Will you be home? ’

Everywhere I looked at the blue gate, there was no doorbell.

Bang, bang! Bang!

I knocked on the door, but all I came back with was the sound of birds.

Reconstruction took out the phone in the last way. I called the number that Sangdo told me about, but no matter how many times I called, I did not receive a woman named Lecturer.

Yuck.

Maybe it was the wind.

The blue gate opens slightly as it rusts.

Reconstruction takes a moment to look inside because of its discerning nature.

A large pond flashes through the endless weeds. When I saw the myelin growing blue there, my back suddenly cooled.

‘The roof looks like a human being, but this is · · · · · · · · · · ·. ’

I hesitated in front of the landscape.

A popular woman appeared from deep in the courtyard.

Maybe he's in his late 20s.

I still wore short-sleeved T-shirts and jeans. The apron in front of my chest with red complexion was covered in dirt, so I was busy working on something, and I thought of the reconstruction.

“ · · · · · ·? ”

“Ah · · · · · · · There · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Reconstruction was embarrassed when the unexpected gaze came upon him. As soon as I tried to explain that I wasn't a suspicious person, the woman asked me a question first.

“Are you Dr. Haejeon? ”

“Oh, yes. That's right."

The woman who heard the answer ran across the pond, beating off the weed in one month.

She smiles and greets you as you approach the rebuilding.

“Hello, I'm a speaker. I got a call earlier, but I couldn't get a hold of my phone while I was cleaning up my desk. ”

“No, I just came to apologize. ”

“Come on in. I'm sorry for the spills.”

“Oh, excuse me for a moment. ”

Reconstruction followed the performance across the courtyard.

Outside the gate, an invisible hanok appeared. The player takes off his shoes first and climbs up the floor and gives out the slippers.

“Put these on. You'll get your feet dirty from turning the whole house upside down. ”

“Thank you.”

“Your luggage is in the storeroom. I'm using the back annex as a storage unit. Follow me. It's okay to wear slippers from here. ”

As he followed the play to the store, he realized that the house was quite spacious.

In addition, the strange heterogeneity became increasingly apparent. This old house and this lively young lady didn't fit in.

‘There seems to be no other family in particular. ’

The reconstruction tilts its head.

As if he had read his mind, he turned around and opened the door behind him.

“It must be hard being so old, isn't it? People have to live to make sure their homes stay in one place. No one has lived since my mother died. I come and clean sometimes, but I need to be able to handle this big house on my own. ”

“So you live somewhere else. ”

“Yes, I live in a little piano studio on the intersection. Maybe Hah saw it on his way over. ”

Reconstruction stumbles into the house, gagging quietly.

Every time I step on the old floor, I hear a creak.

The long-lasting sound amplified the question of reconstruction before entering this house.

“Hey · · · · · · · · Ms. I have a question for you. ”

“Yes, go ahead. ”

“I wonder why Seo Gun-woo's luggage is at her house. ”

“Oh, that was my grandfather's apprentice. ”

The player replied immediately.

Opening the sliding door with both hands, she speaks.

“My grandfather was a college professor and a writer. There are a lot of people who have been raised. ”

“If you don't mind, your grandfather's name is · · · · · ·? ”

“You are the one with the strong disease, use the lower hand. ”

Books piled up like mountains come at a glance beyond the open door.

At the same time, a piece written by the author Kang Byung-ha came to his head like lightning.

“Maybe · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Reconstruction rang the chords without a second thought to examine the books in the archives and asked.

“Are you Teacher Kang Byung-ha, who wrote in the middle of slavery? ”

“Oh, Hah, you know that. I don't think many people have read it because it was recovered. ”

Kuang!

The body of the reconstruction felt dizzy.

It was a shock that this was the home of Kang Byung-hyung.

I wanted to meet the family somehow, but I couldn't find Myung Seok's help. I can't believe you can reach a kite like this through your imagination.

“Teacher Ha? Are you okay?"

“That's okay. You know · · · · · · · · You said earlier · · · · · · · · ·. ”

He slowly turned around and said, as if the reconstruction was unbelievable.

“Are you saying that Teacher Kang Byung-ha was a teacher of Seo Gun-woo? ”

“Yes, that's what I heard from my mother · · · · · · · ·. ”

The play was a little frightened by the sudden change in reconstruction.

Reconstruction stands helpless and settles down on the floor.

It reminded me of the day I first read 'In the middle of the bell’.

Despite reading it for the first time, I still have a very surprising memory because I know what I know.

‘Is this the work of a teacher who teaches? ’

A question I cannot vomit to my granddaughter in front of me.

After reading ’Middle of the Bell' at that time, I guessed the reconstruction. Kang Byung-hwa and Seo Gun-woo are the same person, or Kang Byung-hwa probably copied Seo Gun-woo's writing.

“Teacher Ha? Are you feeling uncomfortable? ”

“I'm sorry, I just need to sort things out for a second. ”

The rebuilding excitedly shrugs its shoulders and blurs the end of the horse.

I didn't ask him more why he did it. I just dragged a large wooden crate in a corner towards the reconstruction.

“The package you're looking for is in this box. Everything that Dr. Seo told me to give to you when you came. ”

“Thank you, by the way. ”

Looking at the outside of the box, which was called boxtape, reconstruction was difficult.

“There's no sign of anyone opening it. ”

“Yes, this is the first time Hah has seen her since she died a few years ago. I don't know what it is. ”

He smiles bitterly and adds to the reconstruction with a blank head.

“My mother cried a lot when she saw what was in this box. He regretted seeing me until he died. I'm only carrying a heavy burden on my mind. So · · · · · · · I wasn't even interested. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

The air surrounding the surrounding area sinks softly in silence.

The backpacking player stares down at his wiggling toe. It was quite a while before I opened my mouth again.

“I don't know the story, but maybe Seoseong-do doesn't feel the same way. You didn't check this package. ”

“ · · · · · ·? ”

“A few months ago, I was surprised when Seongdo came to visit me. He said he was pretty drunk. I've known this address and contact information for a long time. I finally got up the courage to follow in my father's footsteps. ”

“Keep talking. ”

Reconstruction begged me as I jumped up and down.

It was because I could hardly hear it through the mouth of the saint.

“He was wandering around the cottage all by himself. He hardly said anything. I would have contacted you several times until my mother was alive, but you only laughed when you asked me why I was here so late. ”

One day, the two eyes of the playing were going down to the wooden box at the foot.

“By the time I got back to the annex, I had taken out this wooden chest. And I said, my grandfather left it in front of Sangdo's father. And as soon as I did, I started to blush. burying my face on top of this box. ”

“That happened · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Reconstruction took place while touching the surface of the wooden box.

The player takes the scissors, puts them on the box, and turns around.

“Look at this for a moment. Let me get you a cup of tea. ”

“You don't have to do that. ”

“I'm thirsty, too. Take your time and go. Don't be afraid. I'll bring you a book, so please sign it. ”

I watched the reconstruction with my eyes closed, and I laughed.

“I've been a professor addict ever since I was a stupid woman. It's too late to tell you anyway. ”

“Oh, thank you so much. ”

“Excuse me for a moment, then. ”

The play disappeared beyond the door and the reconstruction was left alone.

The hand holding the scissors trembles.

At first, the world seemed to be in a commotion in the space inside of its head. Can I open the box that even your son hasn't been able to open?

The moment I turned my head back and sighed.

I looked at the little photo tray on the side of the bookshelf. The reconstruction, who was looking at the picture without much thought, woke up like a person possessed by a ghost.

“Senior · · · · · · · ·?! ”

You mutter in a smashed voice.

There was a familiar face in the photo. He was an old man in a refined robe who had met many times when he was writing "evil."

“Ha, are you sure you're okay with tea? ”

The player grabs a tray with a cup of tea and appears behind his back. Reconstruction was merely standing still, losing even the strength to resist.

* * *

“Maybe I should go up tomorrow. No, it's not. This is the area with the mustard bath. Somehow I feel like my concept is working. Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm with my father-in-law and my mother-in-law. I'll pick him up tomorrow night on my own. My voice? No, it's night. I just sat down. Uh, good night. ”

As soon as Su-hee hung up the phone, the heat that she endured gripping her teeth exploded again.

The rebuilding dragged the open wooden crate into its arms and felt the rough rush of its body.

“I'm sorry, sir! I'm so sorry! I was so ignorant, I didn't even know it was happening, I was so ignorant! ”

The reconstruction gnawed my teeth and ripped off the corners of my chest. The falling button rolled over the floor.

“When I had five dreams, I finally realized how upset you must have been. · · · · · · · · · Why Lika did it. That deaf Lika was counting your heart much more deeply than I am a person! ”

Tears falling from the clouds wet the purple carpet hot.

The reconstruction did not stop crying, but crushed his forehead on the floor. I found out everything that Kang Byeong-ha left behind.

The words of the play were true.

It was not an easy weight to bear.

“ · · · · · ·! ”

Suddenly, the reconstruction gripped my teeth and raised my head.

An old man dressed as a tunic sat on the couch in the corner of the room.

Reconstruction rises, gazing at the old man.

I never thought I'd be scared.

It wasn't until today that I realized the identity of the old man clearly. It wasn't a ghost or a spirit.

Reconstruction looks at the old man and asks,

“This is your vision, right? ”

“No matter what the ordeal, don't let it out of your hands. ”

“And that's the story you wanted to hear from your teacher? ”

“You're a natural writer. Forgive the wretched master who envied his disciples. ”

There is no question of going back and forth.

It is in the form of a conversation, but is actually a monologue of two people.

Regardless of that, reconstruction was no longer a question. Both eyes were looking down at Kang Byung-hwa, but the words coming out of his mouth were heading toward Seo Gun-woo.

“Now please let go of the burden of your heart, sir. Leave the rest to me and rest in peace. ”

In the grip of the rebuilding like that, there was a faint letter.

It was a letter sent to the student by a former teacher.

Unfortunately, the disciple died without reading this letter. Only today, the letter opened by his disciple began with the words "I'm sorry."

Soon the shape of Kang Byung-hyung began to fade.

In front of him, reconstruction committed again, swallowing up tears. I will make sure that Kang Byung-hye doesn't show up again.

The next morning.

After spending the night awake, the reconstruction called as soon as it was light.

The radio waves quickly crossed the mountain range and reached Chuncheon.

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