Life, Once Again!

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“I want to be clear. To the man who will lead us right to Chungcheon and the one who will not. You're not bothering him, are you? You want me to stick it up for years? ”

A smile looked at the women and said, The women shaken their heads to the left and to the right.

“High school club. The main purpose is to spend a little more time making happy memories with your friends. Most of them are soft like that. But Chungcheon goes hard as long as I'm here. I want a madman. Especially if the cast isn't crazy enough to go onstage and convey emotions to the audience. I hate the audience, especially the judges. It's better to get rid of it than to act clumsy. ”

It's compression.

Concentration.

Smiles have power.

Strength different from Leader's Softness.

A smile is a dictator.If you don't follow it, you won't need it. It's unfair. The club is not for individuals. And an outsider.

I need to be clear.

You have no right.

But...

Flooring looked at the second graders. They keep their mouths shut. Even Yun Jing, who seems like he will never give in to what he thinks is not his own.

Have we talked about this before?

‘Maybe.’

Second-graders may be reasonable.

A smile is a tyrant. If you start screaming, the theater department may never stop screaming. Haven't you already experienced Sunday?

Nevertheless, there is probably only one reason to look at the tyranny of smiles.

That much power.

Starting in an empty kindergarten room with nothing, he won the national Youth Show. She became a university instructor by walking the course of the play.

Second-graders may not appreciate her methods, but they may accept them.

Because.

Because they're crazy.

Four people left without leaving the theater where the co-worker's placenta stopped and the child was crushed. It will be a great love for the theater department.

More than anyone.

Smiles and sophomores may have recognized each other. that I will never be left behind for this Cheongcheon theater.

That's why he may have admitted it.

Her way.

The sophomores moved to the left unannounced.

A smile stands in the middle.

First-graders are still standing on the right.

“I have to say, Sunday is a very ordinary day. It can't be more physically difficult than that. It's not wealth that breeds flesh. But there will come a moment so intense that it cannot be compared to Sunday mentally. I have a personality. It looks like this. ”

He smiles widely.

Obviously she's pretty. It is more than just a normal face and body, with a rich expression like a play.

But there's probably no one who thinks that smile is beautiful right now. The floor turns to the sides. Faces are firmly fixed as well.

Except for one.

The stone moves forward and to the left before the smile is over. Then he smiles as if nothing had happened.

A smile nods once.

“Those who will go to the theater with me will have to consider returning their weekdays and holidays. If you pass the regionals, you'll be asked to cut back on class time. That is, think carefully. Maybe he came to enjoy the play with a light heart. I welcome that, too. I'm so happy to have someone who likes theater. But that's no way to go to the pole. So decide.”

The smile looks to the left first.

“The left side is going to be very rough. The same goes for those who aren't in the cast. The play isn't just this once. ”

And turn your head to the right.

“I'll ask the kids on the right. Help me with this, help me with that. I promise I will make sure you enjoy the high school club atmosphere. I'm gonna show you a play sometime. Charming, isn't it?"

Your eyes smile, but your mouth does not.

His smile was clear.

Only the person who moves to the left is the Cheongcheon Theatre Department. Other than that, it doesn't matter.

First-graders are busy exchanging their eyes.

The crowd nods, looking at each other, and throwing their eyes at the floor.

“I'll do it. So did you. ”

“I don't know.”

“Well, I don't know. ”

After the movement, exhale and turn left. The colony also shifts to the left, reluctantly. It seems that the movement of the two influenced other children as well.

One by one, to the left.

The dew moves and Tae-jun follows.

Yurim seems a little hesitant, but Soyeon grabs his arm with her chubby arm and moves together to the left.

The floor is the only one that hasn't moved yet.

The floor looks to the left.

Everyone is looking at themselves.

I can also see the waves and confrontations shouting to welcome you.

Theatre.

It's not that I don't like it. Rather, I liked it and saw it many times while working as a road manager I dreamed of the actor and asked the celebrities.

There was definitely interest.

I thought it would be fun to play again and start my life.

‘Then why.... ’

The floor now looks inside itself. The question I asked myself at the beginning of my life.

- How I want to live.

The theater department will be fun. I like people too. I also like being able to be with my friends. But is it really a good thing that I wasted too much time in this club?

I see two friends waving their hands to come over there without any worries.

They won't know.

How small the world is going to be.

The name of a university other than a top-notch university is merely for the purpose of filling out a line of resumes, and for foreign languages that will not be written, we have to memorize words that even locals don't know, and we struggle to realize how "fantastic" dreams are and to live in reality by pressing down on the awkwardness of our part-time jobs.

Academic.

I open my book of mathematics and English after a little web surfing at home and memorize it.

I don't intend to succeed by studying.

I don't think so.

However, I know how many options the study now offers when it comes to society.

Yeah, it is.

I know.

So...... I hesitate.

If it seemed like there was an ordinary, somewhat ‘induced' smile, it would have gone to the left without hesitation. And they would have accumulated memories. I would have spent time practicing and building a stage together. That's all the time I can spare.

However, a smile is not such a pleasant woman. I will keep my word.

What can I get out of spending a year in high school?

The head is already calculating.

Gain understanding of actions How much it would benefit me, how much it would hurt me.

Even if I don't want to, my head knows the result of the equation.

Because.

I was a man who hung his head to many people to feed his wife and daughter in a society that could not shed a tear even when I was frustrated.

This head is equipped with a module that accurately reduces such calculations, and 45 years of time has planted such a device in its head.

I don't want to.

I want to spend a year among them without thinking, without worrying.

- Dad, can I buy you that? Huh?... No. No, I don't think so. Yeah, I don't need it.

One day.

It was Christmas.

No, it was her birthday.

She looked at something desperately and said that. My hair reminded me of a thin wallet, and she asked me to raise my rent. ’Then I remembered. Then I didn't say anything. I just saw my daughter. And she shakes her head and says she doesn't need it.

I couldn't be more miserable.

It would have been less miserable for my boss to put his head on paper.

As if I knew it all, when that little guy folded his greed like he understood it all, I felt like I was slipping beneath my feet.

They live in reality.

But this is the past.

Flooring knows the future.

The woman who was in a world where only the dead could go must have said, I can see your wife. And my daughter.

The moment that I had to teach the young to give up is slowly approaching.

Life doesn't change unless you try.

In order to achieve this massive flow, you will need to make a corresponding investment.

Investment is about time.

“Then that's it. ”

A smile turns your back. First graders on the other side are looking at themselves with strange eyes.

Yeah, it is.

That should do it.

It would be right to give up the fun for the future.

The floor.

You do not move from the right side.

“Here, have a drink. ”

“Yes.”

“Go.”

“…… Yes. ”

You greet the mute doppelganger and the other man, and get out.

What do you want to do?

I still could not answer.

The ‘old-fashioned’ personality, who insisted that we should not waste our time, led us out the door.

Fun life.

The floor scratched its eyebrows.

Something was burning in my heart for a while.

Maybe I was mistaken.

Maybe.

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I came home, washed, ate, and sat at my desk. I feel like an ordinary undergraduate. No English, no math. I'm not fond of it, but I keep looking at it, so I understand.

So studying with your butt.

I looked at the clock while I was immersed for a long time.

10: 00 p.m.

Then the phone rang and cried. When I put up the folder, there were two cans of text.

[Hey, traitor!]

[Maru, it's really hard.]

It came from Dojin and the others.

Maybe it's over. Today must have been another "angry" day after Sunday. That's what a smile does to a woman.

I texted the two of them to go home and rest and then came out of the living room. My brother is watching TV. I look over here and I see something you want to say.

“Do you want a computer? ”

“No.”

“You hungry?"

“No!”

His temper.

My father, who went into the second shift at night, is not home today. My mother also went to a friend's house with a side business at home. It's called automotive parts assembly, but I don't know what it is.

A penny or two, you would have bought this house with that kind of money and raised me.

I didn't know it when I was a kid.

I just thought all of this was natural.

The refrigerator should have food, the house should always be warm, and if something is needed, the parents should be the party boys.

But...

That was not natural.

There is a word for equal exchange.

I now know that the comfort I enjoyed was your labor.

“Do you want some juice? ”

“Come on!! ”

He walks past the floor and into the room as if he had seen a creature.

“This is a time of gale wrath. ”

When I came into the room with juice, I pressed my eyes and looked back at English and mathematics. What I don't understand is tomorrow we're gonna go ask the smart guy.

Square, the fan makes a sound as it moves.

Whether today's choice was right or wrong.

We don't know right now.

“All I know is, go to the far future. ”

After that, the floor that had been sitting on the desk for an hour rose from its seat, lighting its base. Then I did the prescribed strength exercises, washed, and returned to my room.

It was a very faithful day.

High school students can't spend a day more faithfully than this.

By the way.

“Why are you sighing so much? ”

Click.

The room with the lights out.

Darkness welcomes you.

The floor lies on a shelf where the gentle warmth rises. I was going to sleep like that, but I saw a small sparkle next to the fluorescent lamp.

Night vision stickers.

It was a moon-shaped shiny sticker.

I remember.

It was attached to it in elementary school.

I must have said.

The moon is shining. It's cool.

But now I know.

“The moon is humble. It doesn't glow on its own. ”

A creature that can shine only by being mean to others.

The floor closed its eyes.

That night.

The floor dreamed of looking up at the moon, locked in darkness.

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Thank you, Sun-choko.

Have a good weekend.