Devil's Music

The dawn brightens. Misofas, who was lying on a branch and sleepwalking, opened his eyes wide as he felt the popularity on the side of the house.

He took his guitar in one hand and stepped out of the bluffs to avoid the sound of his feet. Misophae, who shed a glance of cold sweat, did not take his eyes off the gun with tense eyes.

They're coming this way! He must know I'm here! ’

The first time I slept in someone else's house, I couldn't sleep. Eventually, I walked out of the room early because I couldn't stand the uselessness.

A huge cotton tree appeared in the snow surrounding the area wearing shoes.

‘Wow, that's a big tree. It looks bigger than the tree I saw in Jamaica. ’

I smiled as I looked up at the twig that was shaking slightly in the wind.

‘It's been a tree for a long time. ’

The hand of Misophas, who hid himself among the branches, trembled.

"I smiled at you! Is it thanks to you for waiting to kill me? ’

The gun walks under the tree, sits on a rock under the tree, and the guitar rests on its thigh. I closed my eyes for a moment and felt the breeze of dawn bouncing my guitar small.

Cleaning up the nightmare in my head, I recalled a conversation with Shiva I met in Nepal and whispered a little.

“Do not listen with your ears. Listen to your heart."

The case holding the cord lowers the guitar from top to bottom.

“Just live like water. Follow the shape of the water. If there are no obstacles, water flows. Water stops when the weir hits. When the water gathers and the dam bursts, it flows again. If you put it in a square bowl, it becomes square; if you put it in a round bowl, it becomes round. Because it's so generous, water is more important than

Necessary and above all powerful. ”

A beautiful guitar was played in the hand of Shiva's recitation. The guitar sound that was played very small was very good to hear because it was mixed with the sound of the early winter dawn wind.

Misophaes opened his eyes wide, startled, listening to music that comforts his mind while digging into his ears.

Awesome! I almost relaxed without even knowing it! You left me defenseless for over 10,000 years with an instrument. ’

Whatever Misophas was thinking about playing the guitar in the nettle tree, he opened his mouth with his eyes closed.

♪ I close my eyes and see everything ♪

(You can even close your eyes.)

♪ I know I'm still there ♪ ♪ When I open my eyes ♪

(When I open my eyes, I know I'm there.)

When Misophas heard the lyrics of the song, he was so surprised that he almost fell out of the tree.

"Wahhhh!!! I knew you knew who I was! ’

One more time, a beautiful voice came out of the closed mouth.

Whatever you do, you will not always be there.

(To you, no matter where you are or what you do, you will not always be there.)

I just want to naturally disappear the dam between you and me.

(I just want the weir between you and me to go away, accordingly.)

Misophas crouches as he listens to the song.

Where did you hear that voice? Where was it? ’

Misophas focused his attention on the voices heard below, what he was curious about.

Then I'll just come close to you like water and wrap it around you.

(Then I'll just come up to you like water and surround you.)

On hearing the final lyrics, Misophaes stood up from the tree and trembled like a tree.

‘Pa, Pymon!! The voice of Pymon, ruler of Western Hell! Stop, stop, no way! Did Pimon, the Earl Demon, come to the world of the Foolish Man? Oh, no, no, no! As for the real Pymon, if you blink your eyes instead of your hands, I'll be gone in an instant! We have to run!’

Misophae is too frightened to kick the rest of the branch into the air. When the tree suddenly shook, I opened my eyes wide and looked up at the tree. When I looked around at the tree and saw nothing, my head tilted.

“What was that? A bird? ”

After singing one or two more songs, it was morning. As soon as the Choi family got up, they saw Hakdu running around playing pranks with his energy, sighing of relief.

Families who moved sparsely from morning to morning and treated Gun with their morning sickness when their upper legs were bent. It was only after he was born that he had the largest amount of breakfast that he could leave the house. I repeated the request of Choi Clan waving their hands around until the gun got on the bike and disappeared.

I skipped lunch and went straight to Busan because I ate too much in the morning. Just after lunch, the bike was able to reach the scene in Busan.

While I was stuck in the signal, I took out my phone and looked at the address that I had written down.

‘Pilgrimage, Busan Memorial Park. There it is.'

You saw the milestone and took a left turn to break the handle. Busan Memorial Park was built on a quiet mountain, and it was a popular spot overlooking the city of Busan when you stood under a slightly expensive cemetery.

I turned my head to my left and to my right while riding my bicycle, looking for District 5. After climbing a third of the mountain, I stopped my bicycle.

Taking off your helmet, you slowly step off the bike into the grass where the tombs are. Since there was a memorial stone lying on the floor, I stood in front of the memorial stone that said 5 438 for careful walking in case I wanted to disturb others' faces.

‘Grandma, I have a case. ’

On the memorial stone, there was a picture of my grandparents who had never seen a face. On my knees, touching the picture of my grandmother sat next to the memorial stone.

Rather than bowing down to the influence of Christian Mother, I talked to my grandmother a lot.

“Grandma, I've been discharged. I have to go back to the States soon, so I came to see my grandmother. ”

When I was in the military, I cried so much in the news about my grandmother's obituary that I felt confident that my tears wouldn't come out anymore.

The case did not stop talking with the grandmother until the memorial staff asked her to leave. When evening came, I came to my grandmother's apartment in Young Seongdong, and I opened the door and looked around the house.

The aunts of twins living in Busan were very clean without people living in the house, and the appearance of the grandmother's house was preserved.

I could feel my grandmother's nostalgia for inhaling without taking her shoes off at the front door. After the gun unpacked, I washed my body covered in dust while riding my bike all day, changed into comfortable clothes and called Zero.

“Mom? Me, I'm at my grandmother's. ”

“Oh, yeah, Gunny. Did everything go well? I was worried I didn't hear from you yesterday. You must be tired. Go to sleep. Oh, and when you get up there, if you open the second drawer in Grandma's room, there should be a picture of her. Get that for me. Take him home.”

“Yes, I will. ”

When I hung up the phone, I went to my grandmother's room and searched the drawer and took out a picture. The moment I looked at the picture, I did not go in after the drawer was halfway closed to see what it took to push the drawer into.

‘What? Did what was on top of the drawer fall behind you? ’

After struggling to push the drawer away, I finally pulled out the second drawer and looked inside. Inside the drawer, there is a white and fat envelope.

The envelope was very fat, what was heard so much. The gun puts its hand inside and pulls out the envelope, filled with white letters.

Gun took out one of the letters, read it, and cried.

‘My grandmother's letter. Written to my grandfather... ’

Gun took the envelope and sat on the living room couch and took it out one by one to read. A strong grandmother who raised her grandfather at a young age and raised her children alone was actually just a woman.

My grandmother, who lived drawing her grandfather who she had loved all her life, seemed to have kept her letters in an envelope that she couldn't write whenever she remembered. Reading over a hundred letters, I shed tears reading one letter.

‘I think you just wrote this before you died...' ’

I opened the letter, put it on the couch, and looked down at the letter, wiped my tears. There was a stain on the white letter that appeared to be someone's tears, not the case.

< To you in the kingdom of heaven. >

I call on you today, 40 years ago.

On the day I lost you, my heart fainted and the sky seemed to fall.

He left three sons and two daughters.

I was speechless about raising children by myself.

I raised my children doing business in the gravel market.

She should have been a strong mother in front of the children who cried and whipped even though you wanted to see her.

I will recognize you if I follow you to heaven soon, but you are already old...... so I may not be able to find you then.

Maybe I'm old to you who remembers me at a flowery age.

I'm ashamed to show it to you.

Because in my memory, you were always willing to do the hard thing with a trustworthy smile.

I married all your children.

Please tell me you did well.

I'm alone in a hard world without you. Please tell me you did well.

The gun grabbed the letter slightly and burst into tears. The letter of a grandmother who endured the pain and longing for her grandfather while raising five children alone in the '50s came to the child with more sadness than love and yearning.

What Grandma wanted to endure for a long time was not for him to come back, nor to turn back time.

It was just a warm word from my grandfather, saying that I had worked hard and did well.

After crying for a long time, I folded the letter into the envelope and put it preciously in the bag I brought.

In case it got crumpled, I saw a picture of my grandmother and grandfather hanging on the wall. The slightly louder sound of the old clock filled the silent room, and the twenty-something years later, I grew my eyes to see the world a little more with my grandmother's letter.

< 196: Part 4 to Busan. > End

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