Life, Once Again!

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“Don't be late. I'm going to clean up the area tomorrow, so you know that. Don't leak anywhere else. Go home and study and sleep. Don't face me in the wrong place. More than.”

The class said hello by tapping the chalkboard with a pool cue. I woke up with the children moaning. They're all tired.

“Where do you live? ”

“Guwol-dong.”

“Guwol-dong? It's a long way. A bus?"

“Bike.”

“Aren't you cold? ”

“It's cold, but it's more of a bike than a bus to save money. ”

“Not really.”

“See you tomorrow. ”

The floor raises its hand over its head and leaves the classroom. For now, I finished the day well. I thought I would make a mistake because of the memory confusion, but I wasn't unexpectedly confused. I keep feeling bad about it.

The way home on the bike. On the way down, I turned the bike handle into an alley. PC rooms quite close to the school.

“This place is intact. ”

No matter how much money I spent in high school in this PC room. When it's over, "Go?” In a word, everyone gathered in this PC room. Star, Warleft, Lineage. It reminds me that I studied games harder than studying for exams.

“How about this time? ”

The floor thought, spinning the bike in the PC room.

A new life.

Live a good life.

So what's so funny about living?

Reviews on life. The floor was hard to remember what it was for when it was forty-five years old.

I lived only for my wife and daughter after I got married, but before that, I just lived the way I did without a proper goal or direction.

You fall off all the time. The university is reasonably well-scored. Then I ruined the first grade exam and went straight to the military. After I got discharged, I graduated from university quite a bit, and then I did what I had to do.

Work.

The floor has the brakes. I saw a cloud floating before my eyes. A cloud that looks like a blown toilet paper. Clouds that flow with the wind. The floor saw its life in the clouds.

“I didn't think it was such a bad life...... but it wasn't such a good life after all. ”

Work is not a dream.

Do more than want to do.

More than uncertain.

Right now, rather than in the far future.

Tsk.

The floor kicked its tongue without even knowing it.

Obviously, there was a lot of fun. Pleasure.

But I didn't think of a 'what’ to summarize my life in one word. No, there was one word.

Moderately.

Yes, it is.

Last life was mediocre.

“How do I want to live? ”

Tapped and asked questions.

The weight of the question weighed down the head of the floor.

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When I got home, I carried my heavy head into the room.

“How was school? Isn't it strange?”

I was a mother who asked a little less. You're worried because you've gone to work.

“It's okay.”

“What about your classmates? ”

“Be gentle.”

“Gentle?”

“That's where people go, too. It's a bad image, but it's not a crime scene. So don't worry, your son doesn't do anything weird. ”

“Well, yeah. ”

The floor turned to look a little embarrassed and looked at my mom. I wonder if the broken son is unfamiliar.

‘Well, I didn't have a temper until I was discharged. ’

The floor lies on the ledge and looks up at the ceiling. The question of how to live in the future kept floating in my head.

I say, "Die. Let's go to the top university." Try the Elite? No, my head can't be that good. And I know studying is easy, but it's close enough. ’

The floor pulled out a math textbook embedded in the bookshelf. Looking at the book covered in equations, graphs, and functions, I was choked.

Just in case I forgot my English book.

“Thank you, Aim Pine. ”

Tuck.

I got rid of both textbooks, math and English. At school, I was full of the urge to focus on studying and go to a good university, but I wasn't frustrated when I tried to study.

Indeed.

Commitment and execution were clearly different.

“If only I knew the lottery number at this time. Or stocks on the big day. ”

In my mind, I could think of which companies were making money on the market and which businesses were growing and the associated stock prices were rising.

But the floor was noticing. These memories will fade away. It would be Heaven's consideration to take the time to touch the memory and prevent confusion.

“Should I write it down?”

The moment you wake up thinking like that.

“You can't do that. ”

I hear voices next to me. The word "Nice" appeared as a woman wearing a sticky two-piece.

“Eh……. ”

“You've had a great day. I've been watching you, and I think you're getting pretty good at this. ”

“Oh, yes. ”

“But trying to remember the future is unacceptable. It's also a breach of contract. ”

A woman floating in the air comes down to the floor. I thought the floor should be a little lower. If I hear my voice and my mom opens the door, I'm gonna be in trouble.

At that time, she said as if she had read my mind.

“Don't worry. I showed up today for a brief explanation. ”

“What kind of explanation? ”

“Let me make sure you know most of what you already know. Once you think about it, you forget about the memory. To be precise, it sinks subconsciously. So sometimes I think about it. It feels like I've seen it before. It's the déjà vu. People feel that déjà vu doesn't come from the difference in information velocity that two eyes accept, but rather because they've actually been to the future once. ”

“Are there a lot of people living their lives again like me? ”

“A lot, but it's rare to realize that you're back in the past, like Mr. Hangul. You've thought about this, haven't you? When I was a kid, I'd work harder. But the interesting thing is that one moment of that thought is a moment of returning from the real future to the past. Only the parties do not remember. ”

It was a woman who smiled and said.

“Anyway, Mr. Hangul's memory will mostly sink subconsciously tonight, except for a few dogs. But don't worry, you realize you're from the future. ”

The floor raises its hand and hangs up the woman's words.

“Anything to say? ”

“I saw a speech bubble during the day. ”

“Aha. You've seen it. ”

“Do you really see people's minds? ”

“Yes. Another gift from the plutocratic grandmother to Mr. Hangul. ”

“Gift……. ”

“Of course, you have to figure out how to use it yourself. Isn't that the fun part of life? And Mr. Hangul has several more abilities. Some things you might wake up to, some things you might not always realize. ”

“Another ability? You can't be Superman……. ”

“Unfortunately, I don't have the ability to be superhuman. However, depending on the method of use, there is an ability to exert more power than a superhuman. Of course, I can't tell you the details either. All I can tell you is that the abilities given to Mr. Hangul are all about people. ”

“With people?"

“Yes.”

It's about people. And the woman's words were meaningful, that she could exert more power than superhumans depending on how she used it.

If a speech bubble really shows a person's mind, it must be a greater ability than a superhuman. Being able to look inside the person you want when you want. What could be more amazing than this in life?

‘Cheetki is no different. ’

I'm a little excited. With just this ability, I can really enjoy life.

But at the same time, I was worried. It wasn't always the exciting part. As you can see during the day, the speech bubble popped out. Failure to handle can make things difficult.

That was the lesson that the floor taught me for 45 years. larvae have to eat their mouths.

“You seem to have noticed. Yes, it can be a versatile tool to make your life easier, but if you don't use it well, life can get very complicated. If a lot of people start their lives over again, but not everyone gets a good ending, that was the last thing I would say. ”

“You're burning up. ”

“Judgment is entirely yours. How you will live, how you will use your abilities. And of course, it's not unlimited access to abilities. You'll find out soon enough, but just remember, life is free. ”

No freebies, no bone-cutters. The floor nods. I feel again that I have returned to the starting point. And how important it is to get out soon.

“I won't see you again. If nothing else. ”

“I see.”

“Anyway, have fun. ”

The words made the woman's body fainter and fainter.

And when I no longer see her.

“And good luck with your choice. ”

It was almost too big to hear, and the woman said.

After the woman disappeared, I was staring at the ceiling dazed. I hear my mom telling me to come out for dinner. When I open the door, I smell the dregs. A miso soup with a thick flavor that cannot be compared to the miso soup.

"Smells good."

"I guess I changed my appetite every day. She hated miso soup."

"You're in high school. You're all grown up."

"Huh, son. You did, did you?"

It was my mother who said it was a long time ago. The floor sat down and ate the stew. Familiar taste. Cozy taste. The kind of taste where laughter is built. It was when I emptied the air. My brother came in with the front door open.

"You're just in time. Sea, eat your food."

"Never mind. Another miso. And I ate Tteokbokki with my kids."

"You have to eat. That's all you need to eat."

"Whew, Mom. Rice and bread are all carbohydrates. Don't you know anything about this?"

"... by the way."

I put down my mom's rice. The floor could understand that feeling. What my parents want to feed me is their heart.

"The Sea."

"What?"

"Eat."

The floor pulled out the chair and said. She glanced at him as if to ask him what he was talking about. The floor points fingers at the chair.

"Come and eat. A spoonful."

I was surprised at how heavy he sounded. The sea swoops out its mouth and walks to the table.

"You don't eat loser bread all the time."

The grumbling never stops. The floor only looks cute. I don't know why you're standing there with your brother. Why didn't you care about her back then?

'Obviously I was indifferent.'

It's been a month since I heard that I got divorced, I have nothing more to say. I was quite disappointed at that time. I can't believe you didn't tell me you were family. However, when I think about it, it was his problem that did not make the corners for him to rely on as much as the eyes.

When I was a kid, things I didn't see grew up.

Experience was such a great thing.

"I'm going to eat all the way from today, so you should eat some too."

"……."

I felt the sea staring at me, but the floor ignored me lightly and ate. The sea woke up from the table after eating just a spoonful.

"You're a big brother."

"What."

"It's different in high school."

She was laughing playfully.

What would my mom look like if she knew that there was a 45-year-old man in this young shell? I'm curious, but I don't want to be taken to a mental hospital, so I decided to be patient.

"Thank you for your meal. I'll do the dishes."

"There you go. Go and study. You said it would be the head of the snake."

The head of the snake.

The floor was puffy and smiling. It reminded me of the conversation I had with my mom when I went to study as a job advisor. Instead of going to the middle humanitarian community, I'm going to go to the top of my class and go to a good university.

'That was a good excuse.'

I just didn't want to study.

Obviously, the memories before high school became clearer and clearer.

On the other hand, after high school, the forty-five floors faded.

How different it would be if I woke up tonight.

I went into the room with some expectations and concerns.

The floor sat on the desk unconsciously plugged into the power with its big toe. I thought the buzzing computer sounds and habits were really scary.

"Let's play a game in a long time."

I don't know how many fingers it's going to take.

I thought it would break desperately, and the floor ran the game.

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Thank you, Sun-cho.