The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth

Diplomatic 3. I don't know life.

It was a cold day. I'm sure it was warm until yesterday, but I think there's something about a master parade. Hangyeong picked up the lunch box, wrapped around his scarf.

“There are too many. I'm going to burst out of my stomach. ”

“Don't eat it all by yourself. Share it.”

“You're sitting separately with the kids. ”

“Why? You said one of your friends is in the same class. The other kids can meet at lunch. ”

Hangyeong burst out laughing at Satan's lunch box. Dad who cooks rice in the morning and mom in a hurry to get dressed next to him. Hangyeong left the house after checking the test ticket one last time. A father jumps out of the car and hugs his son in horror.

“Ugh. It hurts. Dad.”

“My baby! Bravo! Have a good day. Okay?"

“Yes. I'll be back. ”

Hearing the sound of something spilling in the Wudang Tang, Han Kyung's mother rushes out.

“Son! Wait! Come with me! ”

“You really don't have to take me. ”

“It's an event for you, but for Mom and Dad, it's a once-in-a-lifetime event. If you don't have children, don't talk. ”

Hankyung's parents were a bit strange. Although he seemed to live as an okay member of society, he was a person who was emphasized by a different philosophy and lifestyle from others. Representative crab · · · of which.

“Son, I'm going to the nursing home for Christmas. Do you want to come? It was noisy to play at night. ”

“I have an appointment with my friends back then. ”

“Aha. Okay. The principal wanted to see his son. Now that you're an adult, you have a new kind of compassion. ”

“We're going to New Year's again. Let's go together then. ”

“You mean briquettes with the kids? ”

This is it. The adopter, all right, the adopter. The orphanage she spoke of was the place where she brought Han Kyung. I've been listening to it for a while since I was too young, so I don't really care about Han Kyung Kyung anymore. Of course, it must have been quite a distraction during puberty. Hangyeong's mother smiles while handling beautifully.

“How are you feeling today? ”

“It just is. ”

“If you play well, your son will eat dinner tonight, and if you don't play well, let's eat flowers. Dad's going to the market to buy some meat. ”

“Isn't it supposed to be the other way around? ”

“No. If you're in a bad mood, you should eat good food. Did you get the check? ”

Hangyeong nods. I didn't want to stop her at poker face, but when I came to school, my heart thumped. I spent 12 years in junior high for this day. Hangyeong tries to get out of the lunchbox, and her mom grabs her hand and kisses lightly.

“Good luck. My baby.”

“Take care. I'll see you tonight.”

In Hangyeong's greeting, she shakes her hands with a smile. Seeing the car disappearing away from the school, Hangyeong moved toward the gate. It was noisy. Backers standing on the side of the road and school officials cheering and sharing food and paper towels.

“Damn it! Gazua at once! ”

“Have a good test! ”

“Come on, let's go, let's go, let's go! ”

I've had this kind of hospitality and support in my life. Hangyeong passed through the correction shyly. A pamphlet of the Faculty of Fine Arts in your hand. He slowly read it and went up to the classroom.

"Art."

Han Kyung liked art. Whatever it is, people care about their gifts. Han Kyung also thought of his career towards art since he was a child, and the other side didn't.

‘Until I realized there was such a thing as lipid art. ’

His wings were broken in the third grade of middle school. Just as he wanted, he scattered as much paint as he wanted, and for the first time, it was "evaluation."

‘You have to put more intensity in there. ’

"Why do you paint blue here? ’

‘It's original, but I do it at home. Here's what we're gonna do. Try to draw a softer line. ’

It was hard. I felt like I was putting myself in a fixed frame. I feel like I'll get fired if I come out of the frame at all. Hankyung eventually developed mild depression, and his parents also had to spend a hard time together. The guilt of not taking good care of his son.

“Hangyeong!”

“Hi. I don't think you can sleep. ”

Hangyeong opened her bag chatting with a friend in the classroom. The lip art pamphlet is thrown in the trash.

“You're very free, aren't you? ”

“What are you talking about? I didn't sleep either. ”

“Hankyung, you just have to do what you used to do. I'm an asshole if I do what I do. ”

Hangyeong's parents wandered around the personal painter or gallery and found his son's teacher. However, soon after Hangyeong lifted his gaze and everything became quiet.

"I don't want to do art. I'm done."

‘Why? Just think a little bit more. ’

‘No, I'm just going to study like everyone else. I'm just a little tired. I don't even know what art is. ’

The child who dreamed of being a painter was cut in such a frame. I got into school late, but fortunately, I had a bit of a head start. Not bad. If you hit the lowest mark, you'll get into fine academia.

“Now, apprentices, Put everything you've seen in there. ”

“For those of you who haven't submitted a mobile phone, please double-check. ”

Shortly after, three supervisors came in and said, The atmosphere of the classroom froze instantly. Hangyeong looks at the upside down test paper touching the shaft. Following the supervisor's instructions, the test was started.

Rectangle

Tick, tick.

Just the sound of the clock spinning and the sound of students' handwriting. It was time to solve question number 20. Suddenly, the lower boat is stiff. Hangyeong muttered profanity to himself. You used to digest stones, so why now? I didn't know if I was getting a signal.

“Student, are you okay? ”

“· · Yes. ”

As the cold sweat hardens, the supervisor quietly inquires. They don't talk when they're distracted · ·. It meant that Han Kyung's condition was not that good.

‘Ugh. ’

Hangyeong barely finished marking his head, grabbing it. As soon as the supervisor walks through the answer sheet, he runs to the bathroom. But there was only a strange signal, but there was no cool feeling.

“Hey, Hangyeong. Are you okay?"

“Huh · · ·. What are you doing? Go study.”

“It's the next math. I'm giving up anyway.Should I go to the nursing room and get some medicine? ”

A friend who followed him worries.

“I have a strange stomach ache. No shit. ”

“You must be nervous about something big. I'll be back.”

“Thanks · · ·. ”

Hangyeong seemed to be crying. I don't even know how the first test ended because I was focusing on my stomach aches. What's wrong with your life? It's a study I chose to put away my favorite and talented art. On the day of graduation, what the hell is going on here?

‘Really · · · ·. ’

Then life itself was harder than everyone else. I didn't hear the details, but I was raised several times when I was very young. The day I went to the kindergarten with my mom in elementary school, I heard what the teachers said.

‘I was born with no bad luck. ’

Just because I don't remember, it can't be a thing that didn't happen. Hangyeong held on to his sick stomach and thought about what life was like. He cursed at God who didn't even know if he was there. The self-reflection that began with poop continued indefinitely.

Knock, knock.

“Hey, come out here. The test is about to begin. ”

Hangyang is only out at the call of a friend. I took medication with water and sat down. The mathematical time to keep making fun of your hands. Hangyeong bites his lips tightly, lifting the shaft.

* * *

“Uh-uh-uh."

That evening, there was a cry in Hangyeong's house. The one who failed the exam, although it was not Han Kyung's tears, but his tears.

“Stop crying. ”

“Son, have some meat. Eat up."

Dad who squeezes his tears and puts meat on his nose. After work, my mom smiles softly while picking a can of beer.

“I'm going to take a picture of this. ”

“Honey, do you feel that way right now? My son's aptitude is ruined. ”

“Yes, I feel that way when I see your face. Smile. Or should I tell you to cry more? Hahaha!”

“Dad, I didn't do the mesh. I don't think I can use all the universities I thought I could. ”

“That's fucked up! ”

“I'm sorry."

At Hankyung's words, my mom smacks my dad's back.

“Don't be sorry. He's just trying to make you feel better. I usually work too hard, but I can't believe I'm in such a bad mood. ”

“Ugh. Yeah. Too bad."

Hankyung was comforted by his parents and wept over the meat. Goddamn commander. It hurts like that during the exam, but it's as quiet as the last bell. Meat is so good at drinking.

“So, what are you going to do? ”

Hangyeong put down her chopsticks in her mom's question. Yes, the test has already been passed, and he has to prepare for the future. Lucky for you, give up college.

“Actually, I don't know. I wanted to go to universities, but I didn't want to just keep up with my grades. ”

“I agree with you on that. It's meaningless. Honey, the meat here is really good. Where did you get it?”

“A new butcher's house in front of us. Are you good?”

“But it's too sudden to get a job. ”

“Yes, yes. It's a lifetime job, and you don't have to do it already. Should we buy meat here next time? ”

Thaad

“Dad! Mom! Are you listening to me? ”

When Hangyeong shouted, he stopped talking to his parents. No matter how unusual the family was, this was too weird. Speaking of their future, what's with the new butcher shop?

“I'm listening. Tell me, son. ”

“So I'm sorry, but the lucky side is probably · · · ·. ”

“Hmm. No. ”

My mom shakes her chopsticks and refuses at once. Hankyung was embarrassed by the unexpected reaction. Normally, I'd send an unconditional cheer.

“I know it's a burden. So for now, I'm going to do a little bit of part-time work during the winter. ”

“Study abroad. ”

“Yes?”

“Go study abroad. She graduated high school safely, and she's not a bad person, so she should be able to get there just a little bit. ”

“No, Mom. What's that? ”

“Whether it's America or England or Italy, go and learn the art you want to do. ”

Chi gains

All I hear is the sound of my mom's cooking meat. I am not surprised or surprised by what my father knows.

“Oh, I'm burning meat. ”

All I care about is that meat.

“· · · I don't know how to ask · · ·. ”

“Then don't ask. Don't worry about the money. We're going to your money. ”

“Yes?”

My mom stares at my dad. His parents take out a copy of the register and give it to Hankyung. A small flat in the metropolitan area. It was in his name.

“What the hell is this? ”

“It was given to you when you were a kid. ”

“Who · · · · gave it to you? ”

“Yes. You know, the rich guy gave you an apartment saying you're too pretty. ”

“Can I say this? · · · Are you crazy? ”

“Hahahaha! That's right. It's not normal.”

When Hangyeong asked, my mom laughed loudly. He wasn't kidding.

“I gave it to you to grow up and do what you want to do. Now that you're an adult, use this to fund your college, start a business, do whatever you want. I believe our son is not a man to brag about. Personally, I'd like to go to study abroad and learn art. ”

His own homes had only escaped the charter a few years ago. Hangyeong's parents took out the treasure they had hidden for decades, and it seemed refreshing.

“How impatient I was to tell you! ”

“Honey, we've been really patient. Right?"

Like these · · abnormal people. If it were anyone else, your money would be my money, and I would have already spent it. Hangyeong suddenly realized at that time.

“I think I hit the lottery. ”

“Hahahaha. Right. I think so. ”

“Oh, I love my son. I don't know if anybody's gonna inherit the building. ”

An apartment that suddenly fell apart, and a great parent who used to have it. There will be no such luck in the world. I feel like I'm being rewarded for my dark situation at the beginning of my life. Hangyeong looked at the copy of the register and recalled the mouth art pamphlet that had been stuck in the trash.

“Can I really go? ”

“Of course. It's real. ”

An up-and-coming St. Art School in the UK a few years ago. Yeah, we should get there. Hangyeong said while eating rice and meat.

“Thanks, Mom. Dad, thank you so, so much. ”

“What is this? Say hello to Kibridge. ”

“Yeah, I'm really curious about that. Who the hell are you?”

My son asked me a question, and I paused. If I had told you the truth, it might have turned out that my son was involved in a crime when he was a kid.

“There. There. Notice · · · Unh! ”

My mom quickly covers my dad's mouth with her purse.

“Goji Hong. His name is Goji Hong. ”

Diplomatic 3. Life Unlikely Ends

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