1983 Past Life Manga King

Having said that, Seon-hee pointed to the men’s clothes that were around.

Then she is surprised by the man who was pointed by Seon-hee.

When the police looked carefully at the man’s clothes, the man swallowed his saliva with a nervous expression.

After that, a police officer who was nearby came up to me and asked.

“May I take this picture?”

“Yeah.”

When I ripped my notebook and handed the picture, the police hurriedly picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted.

“I think I went to the immigration checkpoint. The passing time was 28 minutes ago. An unidentified woman appears to be carrying her child. She wore a long long coat with permed hair that reached her shoulders and her color was light brown.”

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After the police said that, they shouted ‘Hurry up!’ to the surrounding police and ran away quickly. Then the woman with tears in her eyes hurriedly greeted us and ran with the police.

Perhaps it was because she found a little hope, her woman’s expression looked wretched.

Looking at such a crazy situation, she immediately looked at Seon-hee with a blank expression on her face.

Seonhee looks at me too.

This guy was also quite nervous, so his face is a little red as usual.

That moment.

Oops.

I hurriedly checked the time and shouted.

“Oh. Seonhee, I don’t have time.”

“Huh.”

We hurriedly ran back to the check-in counter. However, due to the large number of people gathered during that time, the line became very long.

Looking at the time, I don’t have much time. The situation became urgent due to a sudden event. I don’t have much time, but the line is long.

However, two middle-aged women who were lining up with us earlier beckoned to us.

“Come quickly! Quickly!”

Having said that, I ask for the understanding of the people around me.

“Look at me. You saw it before.”

“Yes, yes. Young people did a great job.”

Due to the nudity of the two aunts, the people around them nodded and moved away, perhaps because they saw what had just happened.

The aunts beckon again, telling them to come quickly.

Seon-hee and I hurriedly cut into the line.

But then, a middle-aged airport police officer nearby saw us.

“Ah, this.”

For a moment, he was stunned and stopped.

Apparently, I got caught on the spot when I saw him slashing.

But something unexpected happened.

He turns his head away with a blank expression on his face and pretends not to notice.

Apparently, that yangban also saw his work earlier.

As we cut into the line, the ladies who called us laugh in relief. And then they started chatting.

“Aww, by the way, I wish I could find that new wife and child.”

“Yeah. But what did you give to your new wife earlier?”

“Ah, it’s a painting of an impression-wearing outfit.”

At my words, the old woman pats her palm in admiration.

“You seem to be good at drawing.”

“Wow, you are angry.”

“No, my brother drew it.”

At this, the two aunts are once again startled. Then, looking at Seon-hee, he taps her shoulder.

“Oh my, such a pretty little brother is good at drawing. Oh, you are tall and pretty.”

We checked in like that, and as we were moving, I saw a crowd of people gathered in one side.

“Oh my God, isn’t she the woman she was before?”

“That’s right.”

“There, there. Looks like you found a child. Aww, I’m glad.”

People around are screaming.

As we pass by, we see a crying woman holding a child among the crowd.

A young girl is also crying while holding the neck of a woman who is believed to be her mother.

I didn’t know it because I just glanced at it before, but now that I look at it, I can’t imagine how frightened she must have been.

Seeing that, the ladies gossiped.

“Why is that? A teacher who kidnapped a student.”

“Oh, that gym teacher?”

“okay. You were executed last year. Still, seeing people like that do their best, Korea is a long way from becoming a truly advanced country.”

“right. After all, all the people who kidnap children should be put to death.”

The death penalty was executed last year?

At this time, real executions were carried out.

I think something is a little scary.

Anyway, after the tumultuous incident at the airport, everything went smoothly from the moment we boarded the plane.

Then, check the seat of the passenger plane and sit down.

I’ve been to Japan several times since I was little, so I don’t have any special impressions.

So I gave up the window seat to Seon-hee.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

Seon-hee, who sits at the window seat, continues to look out the window to see what is so strange after the plane takes off.

An endless sea of ​​white clouds.

Seeing that, what is Seon-hee thinking right now?

The plane landed at Narita Airport in Japan.

For a short time all the way, Seon-hee looked out the window all the time except for eating, and I only took a nap.

When I left the airport exit, Jiro, the person in charge, was there to meet me.

“welcome.”

“Good morning.”

When Jiro looked at us and said hello, Seonhee and I greeted each other face to face.

“Did anything happen during your visit?”

Something happened. very noisy.

However, he replied with a smile because he did not even have to talk like that.

“No, nothing happened.”

“I was going to find a ryokan, but there were no vacancies. In the end, I think you will have to stay in the mansion where I live. Please forgive me for any inconvenience.”

“Ah, I like that more than a ryokan. But do you live alone in the mansion?”

“Yeah. It’s the mansion my brother used to use, but now I’m studying abroad so I’m using it alone. The house is small, but there are two rooms, so two people can use it.”

“How about Akagi-san?”

“I’ll be staying with a co-worker’s house for the duration of the two of you. So, think of it as my home and use it comfortably.”

This has caused an unexpected inconvenience.

Jiro immediately caught a taxi.

And as I was about to take a taxi, the door opened.

Because of that, Seon-hee trembles and is surprised.

Even if you’ve seen a bus door open automatically, it’s probably the first time you’ve seen a taxi door open automatically.

Well, even in the future, you can hardly see it in Korea, but considering the time of 1984, it is surprising.

As a matter of fact, I found out on the Internet before, but this automatic door is not necessarily made for guests.

It is said that the idea was created to avoid the trouble of the driver getting off the taxi and closing the doors again, as passengers often get off the taxi and leave without closing the doors.

A long time ago, the cars used as taxis were so small that you could reach out and close them from the driver’s seat, but as the car got bigger, it became uncomfortable, so it was developed at the request of taxi drivers.

It is said that this technology has been widely distributed since the 1964 Tokyo Olympics, so it is an older technology than I thought.

So while taking a taxi, I saw the street scene.

And I was really surprised.

The streets of a Japanese city in 1984 look similar to the Seoul scenery in Korea when I was living, except for the fact that cars are old-fashioned.

People’s clothes aren’t as outlandish as you might think. No, on the contrary, it looks more sophisticated in some ways.

Of course, the oversized shoulder ponytail is a bit annoying, though.

Seon-hee, like me, is preoccupied with the scenery outside the window.

An elderly driver licks his tongue as he sees people in the city center.

“These days, women are more focused on having fun without getting married. What did you say? Oh, they said Anmari. Anmari.”

I heard Jiro explain that unmarried is a word that means single.

Really, the pronunciation is great.

By the way, Japanese and Korean drivers seem to have a lot to say.

Seeing you talk about a story you haven’t been curious about for a long time like this.

So, she looked outward while shedding the knight’s words out of one ear.

My uncle is tired now, so he is quiet.

Sometimes there is music, which is surprisingly nice to listen to.

I think I heard this on YouTube someday…

When I showed interest in music, Jiro explained.

“It’s called city pop. It’s a popular song from a few years ago.”

It is a song that strangely blends the music and the street scene.

In fact, the only Japanese song I’ve heard since moving into this era was the one where Park Sang-sik recently picked up and sometimes mumbled, ‘Gingiragini…’.

Certainly, at this time, culture in Japan was almost cut off, so most of the latest music was not on the radio, but almost all of the music heard from a street car called a road board.

Of course, there are TV music programs as well.

Anyway, it’s a bubble-filled time, so I don’t know where the people on the street are, but it’s different from the Japanese streetscape I’ve been to before, that is, in the future.

People today are much more lively.

It was said that it was the culmination of a threat to the United States, but it is different.

As I passed by the city, a large photo was hung on the building.

Are you an idol?

Alright, if it’s an idol of this age…

“Is that the woman in that picture, Seiko Mazda?”

“Oh, do you know Matsuda Seiko too?”

“I’ve only listened to it a few times.”

“Oh, you are. The idol singer in that picture is Akina Nakamori. She is a rival to Seiko Matsuda. Personally, I prefer Seiko-chan, even if it’s called Burikko.”

Jiro is quite happy to say that.

This yangban also seems to like idols a lot.

While talking to Jiro like that, Seonhee suddenly remembered something, so she took out her practice book and started drawing with a pencil.

The detailed background is drawn, whether it is drawn while looking back at the landscapes that have passed.

It is probably used as a background material for Samsara.

In fact, Samsara is not a story that specifically depicts a specific region. The background in the cartoon is obviously based in Korea, but personally, I want to go beyond that realistic limit.

Well, but the person who draws it is Seon-hee, so I’ll make the decision myself.

I’m just concentrating on the story.

I take out the camera I borrowed from Park Sang-sik and take a picture of the street.

The taxi, which had been running for a long time, came into a quiet village.

It seemed to be a bit out of the hustle and bustle of the city, but I had just entered a quiet and peaceful village.

And the taxi stopped in front of a small villa-like building.

We got off the taxi and approached the building while being guided by Jiro.

“This is the mansion I am staying in.”

After following him up to the third floor, he opens the door with the key and enters, revealing a view of the house.

There are many comic books in the small living room and bookshelves that catch my eye.

And on the bookshelf are many famous plastic models such as Gundam and Yamato.

“The house is small and uncomfortable.”

“no. wide.”

In fact, it was snot until recently, but considering that the whole family lived in one room, this is a palace.

Jiro will show you the room where Seon-hee will be using, and also tell you where various snacks are stored.

Jiro also explains the approximate structure of the house, and then leaves the house in a hurry.

It seems that the publishing house is still very busy.

In addition, there is a problem with the typesetting correction of our manuscript.

“Then see you tomorrow. Get a good rest.”

“Yeah. thank you.”

As soon as Jiro leaves, he goes out to the mansion’s veranda and looks outside.

It’s the 80’s, but it’s a landscape that doesn’t seem to have changed much from Japan, where it was in the 2010s.

It is late in the evening, and the surroundings are gradually turning red due to the setting sun.

It warms my heart to see the village scenery reflected in the setting sun.

Today, I went home with a little bit of excitement, but an unexpected and absurd thing happened at the airport.

Of course, it was good that it ended fortunately thanks to Seon-hee, but I left the house with a light mind saying that I was traveling to Japan.

“Oh, it’s cold.”

It is still March, so the evening air is quite cold.

I went into the living room, rubbing my elbows with both arms.

However, Seon-hee is concentrating on drawing with the manuscript spread out on the table in the living room.

“Hey, take a break. Fall down.”

“OK.”

“It’s okay.”

As I grumbled and glanced at Seon-hee’s drawing, as expected, the Japanese street scene I saw today is applied as the background for Samsara.

Oh, that’s the building I saw earlier.

At that moment, without realizing it, I am selling my mind to Seon-hee’s paintings.