The World of Masks

Jinsuk gently stroked the plant in front of his eyes. It's called Dendrong. Its full name is Clarodendrum Tomsonier. I carefully dug between the leaves and stems, looking for branches that might interfere with the plant's growth.

Ticktock, ticktock.

The scissors in your right hand cry sharply. Whenever I hear a thumping sound, the branches of Dendrong, which were holding the quartz, fall from my body and lie down on the soil in the potted plant. Jin finished pruning for Dendrong to be satisfactory, and laughed.

pruning was a pretty important factor in the growth of plants, but I don't get bored by it because it's just repetitive work. But Jinsuk overcame this boredom in his own special way. He grabs the branches that need to be cut and brings scissors. And I imagine what I'm about to cut off is a human finger. On a day of slowly digging scissors, the opponent will scream whales. You can cry and cry and ask them to stop, or you can threaten them with all kinds of insults. However, he will ignore all of them and empower the hand holding the scissors with a single smile. When the skin is cut, the muscles are split, and the vein is cut, the blood will be 'spotted' and spattered. The red blood will glance at itself. By that time, you won't hear the opponent's screams.

The quartz pruning the next ornamental plant was howling. As I cut off the skin, muscle, and blood vessels, all I have left are the bones. The day of the scissors moving gently will stop for the first time. Then he will move the scissors left and right to open the wound. Then apply power to the scissors and decorate the final finale.

Daughter, daughter.

At the sound of the bell ringing on the front door, I stood up with the pruning ornamental plant and scissors by my side. Jin regretted looking at the branches that had already been dug in most of the scissors and were barely hanging, and immediately walked back to the guest who had put on the mask and smiled.

"Do you have one?"

It was the lady who came in. A resident of a residential complex with a flower shop in Jinseok, who was a regular customer at Jinseok's flower shop. My husband said he was a government worker. He seemed to like plants, so he looked familiar in many ways to the truth.

"Ma'am, you're here. It's been a long time."

"Yes, it's been a long time. Bachelor."

I used to buy new ornamental plants, nutrients, fertilizers, pollen, soil, etc., but I haven't seen it in a while. Besides, a slight frown on his face didn't seem like a good thing.

"Did something happen?"

"You think so?"

"You don't look so good."

Her face was even more crumpled.

"Oh, come on. You saw my son's apprentice this time. I've been playing around like that, and it's a video without my score, but it's my kid's business, so let's get on with it. I didn't have time to come to look for all the temples called the 'Dragon Temple' because it was a hundred and eight times fierce."

"Well done. So, did your son do well?"

"Come on. After all the hard work you've been through, I've been dying to see how you don't miss out on this." I feel like I can't even enter the capital, let alone Seoul. The butler next door says Jaesung uses Seoul University, but I can't live because I'm embarrassed. "

I guess it's just a long shot to the chest. Jinsuk smiled awkwardly and calmed the lady down. The woman scowled for a long time, smiling beautifully, covering her mouth to see if she was soon ashamed of her actions.

"Oh, my God. I didn't want to waste my breath. Hey, make me a bunch of flowers for the graduation ceremony. I'll be back in three days to find him, so that's all you have to do."

"Are you going to give it to your son for graduation?"

"No matter how bad you are, you can't go to a high school graduation ceremony for the rest of your life until then."

Jinsuk nodded his head and moved to the side of the flower shop with the lady. It wasn't freezing like a month ago, but it was still early in the spring. However, in front of Jin, many flowers bloomed blurrily, as if laughing at such times.

"Do you have any flowers you want?"

"Well, roses are good for now."

"Then I'll make you a main rose. Do you mind if I mix one or five or six other kinds of flowers?"

"Phew. That's enough. Then do me a favor, bachelor."

"Yes, don't worry."

But I was going to pay more attention as I was a regular. The lady seemed very satisfied with the answer of Jin Jin.

After tapping her back to ask for a favor again, she looked back at Jinseok as if she was about to go out.

"By the way, the snow piled up in front of the apartment is a total loss, right? There's no point in being nice."

"Did I do it alone? I was alone with the guard. I just had to clean up."

Although it seemed burdensome, the lady disagreed with the opinion of the truth. Where is this young man these days? At least in this neighborhood, the image of authenticity was a young man who was strong, sincere, and kind, and rare.

"Ugh. Everyone else is cursing at the janitor without thinking about cleaning it up, but a total angel. I don't know where this comes from. Do you have a boyfriend? May I introduce you to my nephew?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. It's been a while since my parents sent me."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Everyone in this apartment knows that a bachelor is a saint. The sooner we get a decent wife and get married and have kids. One of the greatest kindnesses a child can give birth to a grandchild. I don't know those guys. If you give birth to a son or a daughter and say hello to your parents, they will be happy to see you in their place."

"Still, I have no idea."

After seeing the dust shaking her head with a bitter smile, she also had to give up.

"Yes. Then there's nothing we can do. Let me know if you change your mind. I want to be my son-in-law if I think about it, but there's only one son of a bitch. I'm not saying he's my nephew. He's a very nice boy. Think about it."

The woman who said that with a smile opened the door and left the store.

After the lady left the store, Jin sat back down and started pruning again. But I was no longer excited by the thought of my parents who had just died in a car accident half a year ago, as she said. If my parents knew I was this crazy person, what would they look like? Did he despise the monsters, or did he cry out because he felt sorry for my son? It seemed to pierce him again that the guilt was already dry, leaving no trace.