Big Life

38 – The True Story (2) 38 – The True Story (2) 'I am sick, I feel …'
The old town office that I passed before looked over the road.
The mustard bath was also in the same place as before. Buildings that lost their baths a long time ago will now be used as warehouses for new owners, or as secret bases for neighborhood children.
'The sibling I saw at that time was pretty grown up. My brother would have been a middle school student now … Is my sister still crying? "
The rebuilding continued with the back of the town behind the scenes of strange villages. I still had to go a few kilometers to the destination pointed to by the navigation.

Everywhere is paddy field. Most of the sparsely built buildings were single-storey houses, and their visibility was high. The foggy, sultry sansa was decorating the background like a folding screen.
'Turn right at Chunpo Elementary School or three-way intersection.
The narrow streets were suddenly narrowed, and the houses were lined up on both sides. It was old, but old houses that retained so lyrical impression.
Reconstruction identified the remaining distance and slowed it down slowly.
'You are here.'
The reconstruction stopped in front of the old house surrounded by Togam.
The height of the fence rising to Kotzan was considerable.
I looked at the brackets and looked at the lush bush. The gray tile and the roof looked pale in the gap. I guess that the straight shape is on the hand of a person.
'Be at home.'
There was no doorbell even if I looked around the blue gate.
bang! bang! bang!
I tried to knock on the door, but it was only the birds coming back.
The reconstruction was the last method to take out the cell phone. I called the number given to me, but I did not get a woman named lecturer even if I walked a few times.
Gain Profit.
Was it the wind?
The blue gates opened slightly with a rustling sound.
Reconstruction has been hesitant because of its high temperament.
A large pond was lit up among countless weeds. When I saw a plant growing up there, my spine suddenly became cool.
'It looks like a person lives when the roof is managed, but this …'
It is time to hesitate in front of a landscape like a lung.
From the depths of the inner courtyard, a woman showed up when she became popular.
Is his age in his late twenties?
He was wearing short jeans and short sleeve polo shirts. The red color was red, and the apron in front of my chest was covered with dust, so I was busy working on something, and I thought of reconstruction.
“······?” "Oh … there is …."
The reconstruction was embarrassed when the sight came suddenly. The woman asked the question first to explain that she was not a suspicious person.
"Are you a rebuild teacher?"
"Ah yes. Yes."
The woman who heard the answer came running over the pond with a weed at the end of the month.
As she approached the reconstruction, she laughed and greeted her.
"Hello, it is a lecture. I was contacted before, but I was not able to see my cell phone for a while.
No. I suddenly come here to apologize. "
"Come in. I'm sorry to have you. "
"Oh, well … Excuse me for a moment."
The reconstruction followed the performance along the courtyard.
A hanok appeared outside the main gate. The performer took off his shoes first, climbed over the floor and put out a slipper.
"Wear this. I will turn my whole house over and make my feet dirty. "
Gomapseumnida
"The baggage to be taken is standing and inside. I'm using the back door as a stand. Follow me. It's okay to come in from here slippers. "
I realized that the reconstruction was quite extensive as I followed the performance to the stand.
In addition, the strange sense of heterogeneity became clearer. The old house and the lively and energetic girl, who had been a bitterly aged, did not get along well.
'There seems to be no other family in particular.'
Reconstruction struck my head inward.
As if he had read his mind, the performer turned around, not opening the door.
"Are you tired of the house so much? When a person dies and lives, the house becomes like a house. After my mother died, no one lives. Even though I occasionally clean up, I have to be able to afford this spacious house by myself. "
"So Mr. Kong is living elsewhere."
"Yes, I live in a small piano school on three sides. Maybe you could have seen him. "
The reconstruction went out into the room with a big head.
Every time I stepped on the old floor, I screamed.
The tone of the long years amplified the curiosity of the reconstruction one layer before entering this house.
"There … Mr. Play. I have one thing to ask. "
"Yes, please."
"I wonder why Seo Gwon-woo's baggage is in his house."
"Oh, it was my grandfather."
The performer immediately answered.
She opened the sliding door with both hands and let her speak.
"My grandfather was a university professor, and he was a writer. There are quite a lot of literati who have brought up. "
"If it is not an excuse, is your grandfather's name …?"
"Kang sick, please use the word."
Over the open sliding door, a stack of mountain-like books came in at a glance.
At the same time, a piece of work written by a writer who asked to be a gangster came to light in the head of the reconstruction.
Probably…
Rebuilding sounded the yoke without asking to look at the books of the library.
"Are you the teacher of Kang Byeong Ha who wrote the middle of Jongno?"
"Oh, you know Mr. Ha. I know that there were not many people who read the book in full. "
Kuwoong!
The body of reconstruction felt dizziness staggered.
It was shocking that this place was Kang Byung-Ha's house.
I wanted to meet some kind of bereaved family, but I asked for help from Myeongseok, but I have not found it yet. I do not think I can reach the summit this way.
"Ha? Are you okay?”
Sure. There is … ··································.
As if reconstruction was unbelievable, it was a slow-moving conversation.
"You say that Kang Byung-Hah was a teacher of your teacher?"
"Yes, I heard that from your mother …"
The performance was a little scared by the sudden change of reconstruction.
The reconstruction was not able to ask for understanding and sat down as if it were falling on the floor.
The first day I read "Jongno middle" came to mind.
Despite the initial reading, the memorable contents were still very vivid.
'This is not possible ··········································································'
Question to granddaughter in front of me can not get off.
At that time, after reading 'Jongno middle', reconstruction was inferred. Kang Byung-Ha and Seo Kwon-woo are the same person, or Kang Kwang-Hae copied the writings of Seon-kwon.
"Ha? Are you uncomfortable? "
Our apologies. I have something to sort out my thoughts for a while … "
The reconstruction was excited, and both shoulders shimmered and blurred.
The performance did not ask why. He just dragged a large wooden box in a corner into the reconstruction.
"The burden you are looking for is in this box. Everything you asked me to come to visit you. "
Gomapseumnida By the way,
I looked at the inside of the box wrapped with box tape, and reconstruction was difficult.
"There is no trace of who opened it."
"Yes, since you died a few years ago, Ha is the first person you see. I do not know the contents. "
To the reconstruction with his head turned blankly, he added a bitter smile.
"My mother saw a lot of things in this box, and she poured a lot in her life. I regretted seeing it before I died. He was carrying a heavy burden on his heart. So … I did not even look at myself. "
“······.” The air that surrounds it in silence has sunk in silence.
He was looking down on his toes, with his back to the ground. It was quite a while since I took my mouth again.
"I do not know the story, but I think maybe Seo Hyun Lee is not like me. He did not check this luggage. "
“······?” "A few months ago I was surprised when Mr. He said he was drunk so drunk. I have known this address and contact for a long time. Now I have come up with courage to follow my father's trail. "
"Please keep talking."
The reconstruction asked me to raise my body.
It was like a story that I could hardly hear through the mouth of the tops.
"He looked around here and there alone. You did not say much. I would have contacted you several times until my mother was alive, and it was funny to ask why I came back so late. "
Both eyes of the performance were going down to the wooden box of the foot.
"When I looked around to the house, I came out of this wooden box. And I told you. My grandfather is the thing left behind by Mr. Sangdo. Then I started to feel it right away. I was burying my face on this box. "
"There was such a thing …."
I touched the surface of the wooden box and rebuilt it, "said Najik.
The performer took the scissors and put them on the box and turned around.
"You are watching. I'll even get a cup of tea. "
"You do not have to."
"I have a sore throat. Do not be burdened because you can go slowly. I'll get a book, so I need your signature. "
Both eyes saw the rebuilt coins, playing the fun, and laughed.
"I have been a reader since I was a stupid girl. It is too late to tell. "
"Oh, thank you very much."
"Excuse me for a moment."
The performance disappeared beyond the sliding door, and the reconstruction remained alone.
House scissors were shaking hands.
It seemed that the gloom of the whole world was raging in a small space of my head. Could I open the box that I could not solve even your grandmother's son so easily?
A moment when I turn my head back and sigh.
The gaze went to a small photo book that was placed on one of the side bookshelves. The reconstruction that looked at the photograph without thinking thoughtlessly soon got up like a person who was possessed by the ghost.
Good Ol'
The reconstruction muttered into a crushing voice.
The familiar face was contained in the photograph. He was an old man in an improved Hanbok which I met many times when I was writing "Evil".
"Ha, sir, would you mind tea?"
The performer appeared behind his back carrying a tray with a mug. The reconstruction was simply stalling, losing even the power to respond.

*** "Maybe I should go up tomorrow. Yeah, no. There is also a mustard bathroom in the vicinity. Somehow I feel that the idea is good. Yes, I'm sorry. I have an elder sister and my grandmother. I will go to pick you up tomorrow night with my parents. My voice? No, it 's night. Uh, good night. "
As soon as I had to hang up with Suhee, the odd heat that I had tolerated was exploding again.
Rebuilding collapsed into a wide open wooden box, grabbing it, and weaving all over the body.
"I'm sorry, sir …! I'm really sorry …! There is no face. I do not know such a line … I do not even know that it happened · · · · I was really ignorant, freak …!
The reconstruction grinds and pulls the hem of my chest. The button that came off the wall rolled over the floor.
"How badly have you been in your dreams when you were dreaming of five … I realized now why Rica did it. Rika, who can not speak, was counting his elder brother's heart far more deeply than I was.
The falling tears wet the purple carpet hot.
The reconstruction did not stop crying and put a forehead on the floor. Kang Byung-ha left all the great successes I learned.
The words of the performance were true.
It was not an easy weight to bear.
“······!” Suddenly, the reconstruction was hurting it.
An old man in an improved uniform was sitting on a corner sofa.
The reconstruction stood up looking at the elderly person.
There was no idea that it was scary.
It was not until today that I realized the identity of the old man. It was not a ghost or a ghost.
The reconstruction asked the old man.
"This is your sister's welcome?"
"Do not let go of your hand in any trials."
"And … the story you wanted to hear from your teacher?"
"You are an innate creator. To forgive a poor teacher who envied his disciples. "
The opening and closing dialogue does not continue, but is open.
It is a form of dialogue, but it is actually a monologue of two people.
Regarding that point, the reconstruction was no longer questionable. Both eyes gazed at Kang Byung – ha, but the horse from the mouth was heading toward.
"Now, please put the burden of your mind, sir. Leave the rest to me and relax. "
There was a letter in the hand of the reconstruction that said that it had a colored letter.
It was a letter sent to the disciples by a living master.
Unfortunately, the disciple left the world without reading this letter. The letter that the disciples of the disciples unfolded today began with the words 'I am sorry'.
Before long, the shape of Kang Byung-ha began to fade.
In front of it, the reconstruction swallowed the crying and vowed again. I'm sure that Kang Byung – ha will reap the beauty of the species so that it will never appear again.

The next morning.
The reconstruction, which spent the night with a blink of an eye, called as soon as the day brightened.
The wave spread to Chuncheon beyond the mountains at a glance.

38 – The True Story (2) End