The Youngest Son of Sunyang

“Ugh!”

It's the same dream.

It repeats what happened just three months ago every night into a dream.

I can't believe I have to wake up alive thinking about the moment of death that I was afraid of every day.

It's not like I'm talking to you or anything....

I just hope I don't repeat this dream for the rest of my life.

Before 6: 10.

At 6 o'clock, the switch was switched off and the torso was raised.

I got out of bed and took off my pajamas. I entered the attached bathroom of my bedroom and quickly finished showering.

I changed into a uniform and left the bedroom. The brother-in-law in the other bedroom has yet to wake up.

After about thirty steps, I came down to the living room and smelled of cool bean sprouts soup.

In the kitchen, the working-woman was preparing breakfast diligently.

Bean sprouts soup never leaves the morning menu. It's because the man who is called my father drinks all day long.

As I left the front door, the turf was shining, sucking in the early summer sun.

I picked up three newspapers off the garden and quietly returned to the bedroom on this floor.

I slowly read down one economic site and two copies of the day sheet.

On one side of the newspaper was a huge demonstration of tear gas and a flaming disease.

June 26, 1987.

The demonstration will continue today, on the 29th, until the fifth president of the Republic declares his surrender.

I read all the advertisements and folded the newspaper.

“Dojuna.”

The working-woman felt popular and put milk and a cup of coffee on a tray and knocked on my visit.

My name I've been listening to for three months.

Jindo Joon.

I'm not familiar with it yet

“You don't have to bring it. I can go down and eat... ”

“Egg, you're not doing this for milk. I brought coffee.If you see your parents, you'll be in trouble. ”

“Thank you, ma'am. ”

She began to gaze at me strangely, as if I was sipping coffee.

She loves the day when it suddenly changes.

A ten-year-old kid with no balls.

The rich man's youngest son, whose eyes were not as big as his, had changed by 180 degrees because he was polite to the adults who were eating and working at the house.

I always say thank you to adults in return. Instead of trying to eat the rice cakes, he takes care of one bowl and helps clean the rooms directly and clean the gaps in the house.

Isn't the stirring of a ten-year-old so pretty?

“By the way, you know it's your birthday, right? I'm having dinner at your house, so I know that. ”

“Yes, I remember. ”

The lady stroked my head with an empty cup of coffee and a glass of milk. Pack up the folded newspaper.

It's finally today.

After becoming a 10-year-old child named Jindo Joon, I met Jinyang Chul, the founder of Jinyang Group, in just three months.

I had never met him before in my life, but today I ate at one table, not as an employee, but as his youngest grandson.

A 66 year-old grandfather and a 10 year-old grandson.

What does it mean to be reincarnated as the youngest 10-year-old grandson in the family who was ordered to die with a bullet in his head on a secluded beach in Moldova?

Did God give me a chance to avenge myself?

Or does it mean you have to forgive them because they share the same blood?

* * *

It was a strangely quiet breakfast table.

My 12-year-old brother, Jin Sang-jun, who was constantly chattering, shoved rice back and forth without saying a word.

Even my sober father ate only a little bit of soup from the bean sprouts.

And…….

Oh, Mother.

My beautiful mother!

My mother, who was much more beautiful than that beautiful woman who was your assistant!

Unfortunately, Romeo and Juliet's star, Olivia Hatse, and my mother, who was the same age, appeared as a comet called Olivia Hatse in Korea.

In the early 1970s, a single film cut off the start of the troika era with a star lineup, but she accepted the passionate courtship of a man who was a fan of hers and scored in marriage and hid herself from the screen.

The protagonist of this fortune was my father, Jinyang Chul, founder of Jinyang Group, Jinnam Yungi.

The two of them were the protagonists of the century's marriage.

At that time, the cycling group began to expand its affiliates and refine the cornerstones of the group, particularly at the time of the launch of the cycling electron to start catching up with Japan.

Although she boasted exceptional beauty and was a star, she was not only an advertising model or anything more than an ordinary household woman in the sight of the circus group.

It's perfect for a few times, but it's a lifetime to bring them into the house. Advertising models should be taken to the hotel, not the home.

Of course, Chairman Jinyang was furious and ran down the road to get rid of the genealogy, but he couldn't help but be driven by the seeds of life inside the ship.

This is what I learned from the press articles of the past. I need to know the inner circle of the business presidents.

And I know something from my experience.

These families were strictly excluded from the household.

I have never parted time because of these family matters. They were not managed at the group level.

I just lay there dead.

This is what I thought was great about these couples.

When the founder's father hated him and the founder died and his eldest son succeeded him, my youngest brother inherited his share just as badly as he did.

Other brothers fought like dogs in a dung field to gain a little more share of the circus group, but the couple stayed away from the fight and protected their own lives.

Of course, it was possible because it was the greatest money in Korea, and it was unimaginable to ordinary people.

But one thing is certain is that these couples are not greedy.

“Dojuna.”

“Yes?”

“Why are you so surprised? ”

He's still in his mid-30s. Beauty is still there.

It is still embarrassing to see such a beautiful face. When will I get used to it?

“Oh, no. ”

“Foot. My mom is more surprised that my Joon is so mature. ”

Three months ago, when I woke up from death - I couldn't find a better expression - I was surprised to die again when I came back 30 years ago.

Over time, I became accustomed, but it was impossible to easily reveal my familiarity to two biological parents.

My father is 38 years old now.

She is two years younger than I was in my past life.

It was hard to even call him Father and Mother, but now I can call him Father and Mother.

A son who has suddenly changed.

It would be surprising for a ten-year-old boy to have such an awkward title and respect.

“I'm not going! ”

Suddenly, while placing the spoon down, a brother's mouth popped out.

“I'm serious. I'm not going! ”

I had a pretty good idea why this guy was in pain again.

My parents also frowned, but they didn't scold me.

This guy must be scared of Grandpa.

I don't think so. This is the kind of man who reluctantly allows his son to marry an actress when he decides to marry another financier.

How can I look at you with such beautiful eyes?

I understand that feeling, but I couldn't look at the manners of eating like this with good eyes.

I'm not his parent, and I'm not the same age to understand his feelings.

And the biggest reason to fix this habit is because Grandpa, the founder, shouldn't despise me because of him.

“Sang-jun, I promise. I'll be back as soon as I eat. Is that okay?"

The father softly said, and the mother begged the eldest son with an apology expression, but the boy muttered even more for a while.

If it wasn't time to go to school, I would have blown up first.

Son of a bitch. Let's go back to school.

In the back seat of the luxury sedan of Daewoo car driven by the driver, my younger brother did not say a word and sat down depressed.

The public school my brother attended, now switched to elementary school, was a prestigious private school filled with wealthy people, such as crusaders, high-ranking bureaucrats, and children of legislators.

Future presidents, presidents, members of parliament and ministers are alumni and alumni. Depending on the depth of their intimacy, I felt that the future could change without being as provocative as possible.

At that time, children who travel by car instead of school bus deliberately walked away from the school gate, and the ritual was shared between the teacher and the student.

But the young children of this school will soon realize that.

They are blessed to inherit money and power from birth. From the moment he realizes it, he will try to reign over others.

Bastards.

Anyway, today I just waited for school to end.

I was very curious about the young and young founders of the cruise group and the people I was with.

After the school dug it up, I came home and faced the one who needed to fix his head.

“Hey! Who told you to come in here? Get out!”

Three of the biggest gaming machines you can see in the arcade were sitting on one side of the room, and on the bed was the legendary Nintendo Famicum.

The grumbling brother pressed the button hard in front of the arcade game console and shouted without looking back.

Son of a bitch.

Excellent. Opportunity perfect.

I went behind his back without saying a word.

He kicks the chair down and rolls it to the ground.

“Hey! You...! ”

“Shut up, you bastard! ”

I'm tired of stepping on his name, and I can't stop talking.

I grabbed my brother's hair and dragged him into the bathroom.

* * *

“Joon! What's wrong with your hand? ”

My mother was furious when she saw my hands being poured out.

I applied ice steaming and cream to my tears.

“It's okay. I made a mistake playing the shower... The hot water spilled a little. ”

“Is this it? What if he burns himself? ”

Eventually, I rushed to my attending and felt relieved to be diagnosed as no big deal.

If my hand is fine, it means that Sang-jun, who looks at me with a frightened look, didn't get burned either.

It will be much milder than me because I scare my body with a hot shower in my clothes. Queek, it's sauna hot water....

But a twelve-year-old who grew up to be fine would have been terrified.

No one has ever been so careless about themselves and so distracted as to endure physical violence.

Of course, two or three times will make you feel weak, but subduing a child is easy.

After all the commotion, my family went to my grandfather's house.

“Honey, can you drive yourself? ”

Mother said to Father, who opens the driver's seat door.

“Yes, don't worry, I won't drink. Did you see me drinking in PyeongChang-dong? ”

PyeongChang-dong.

This is a place where I visit more often than my parents' house.

The house is owned by the founder of Jinyang Cheol, the eldest son of Young-gi.

It is also where I picked my first weed after joining the company.

It was a very trivial slumber then, but now it is the blood of its master.

It feels like I'm going back to my hometown after I embroider.