Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

26 – My sister is an overseas Chinese (4)

Yeomhwa quietly opened her eyes on the bed and looked up at the unfamiliar ceiling.

Her head is blank. It seems that he fell asleep.

I massage my temples, raise my body that feels heavy, and check the outside. Fortunately, the sun hadn’t set yet.

Prepare a hearth for the afternoon prayer. Light a fire by snapping your fingers on a small brazier made for indoor use.

Ta-Dak-Tada-Dak-Tah-

I stare blankly at the colorful fireworks that sway in various directions. Snap your fingers again The fire fades and goes out.

I snap my fingers again. The extinguished flame is energized and burns. It went off and on with a single finger, a spineless flame.

… Come to think of it, she used to play like this and was scolded by her mother for not playing with fire.

The elders of the church are also the ones who insult the Creator’s creation and destroy the world. I praised them for being different from the cotyledon.

When I was young, it was nice to be praised without knowing anything. Now that I think about it, these are really crazy inspirations.

Let’s look at the fire in sentimental ways. It reminds me of the divine flame that never extinguished and continued to burn from the depths of the church.

A lingering fire containing the first flame created by Ahura Mazda. A sacred brazier that must never be extinguished. And Hwa-hwa’s mother was a Zoroastrian saint who was in charge of the sacred fire.

She was a woman with fair skin, beautiful black hair, benevolent yet somewhat coquettish. She was a kind mother.

… She was a stupid woman who sometimes lashed out in denial of the reality of not being loved by Samabu, then fell into a sense of shame, cried and fell asleep exhausted, but she is still a precious mother.

I like it. She thinks it’s sad

A saint who will set the world on fire, and a precious sacrifice for the dedication of Shaoxuant.

As the church’s treasure, Hwa-hwa grew up in a large cage surrounded by beautiful silk and rare treasures.

The love and anger of her mother, Hordad, within a spacious, well-appointed prison. She was pampered and raised in the awe and fear of her ladies-in-waiting.

Father… No matter what Sima Bu was like, her mother loved Sima Bu.

Beautifully styled silky black hair.

Her mother would gently brush her hair with a comb on her bed and whisper in her ear, as if singing in a sweet voice, the day she first met Sama Bu.

“Dark eyebrows, a sharp jawline, a well-proportioned nose, strong tawny eyes. The guts to not be intimidated even when a knife is thrust into her throat. A confident gait.”

Her mother, who grew up only in the church’s palace, said that she fell in love at first sight with the dangerous atmosphere of Samabu, a foreign man who came from afar.

“His eyes looked cold at first glance, but upon closer inspection, they glowed and blazed like fire.”

She said with a laugh that although there were many reasons that led her to fall in love, she said in retrospect that it was love at first sight in the end.

“He was a wolf in human form. A very big and dangerous greedy wolf.”

Her mother’s gentle touch, her joyful hum. As a child, Hwa-hwa loved hearing about her father, whom he had never seen before.

“He took his hand in my hand and hugged me tenderly and taught me so many things I didn’t know.”

Samabu is a clever and hypocritical human being. In order to maintain a good relationship with Zoroastrianism, he cherished his mother and whispered love to his mother no matter what.

However, in the end, it was postponed. Can’t be real

Wolves are often known as synonymous with wind, but in fact, they are said to be creatures that only look at one mate for a lifetime.

Samabu was a wolf man, in both good and bad ways. There was already another woman in his heart. He had no place for his mother from the beginning.

He only allowed the body because he needed gold to revive his family. He had no such thing as love from the beginning.

A dirty illegitimate child born without love.

It is said that a child born without parental love has no heart because he is born out of desire.

The mind is a creature of the Creator (Ahura Mazda). Then whose creature am I without a heart? Angra Mainyu?

Maybe. A saint of the Demonic Cult who was born to burn the world. A monster that will die from being torn apart by the hero’s sword.

Because that’s why I was born.

… To have a headache. It rings loudly.

When I finished my prayer and stumbled to my feet, the sun was already setting. Other “Family” Will be gathered in the restaurant.

We must go before it is too late. You have to play the perfect daughter, her little sister. You have to hide your feelings. You have to laugh.

Step by step- step by step- take a step. The body is hot. A rough breath escapes.

“Haa… ha….”

Let’s walk while staggering. For some reason, ten thousand came to mind.

In Zoroastrianism, all good things are at the hands of Ahura Mazda, and all bad things are at the hands of Angra Mainyu.

… Are you like me? Was I born crippled because I was not chosen by the Creator like I was?

A look that resembles Samabu, eyes that somehow see through people, a face full of unnecessarily confidence, a lot of places I don’t like, but maybe the same as me…

As I moved toward the dining room, I heard the echo of friendly voices. It wasn’t the sound of one or two people.

Let’s lean against the wall and gently stick our heads out to look at the restaurant. All members of the real Sama family, except for Yeo-hwa, were gathered. They were all laughing

I see the face of Samabu, who smiles kindly as he looks at Mancheon with a face that I have not shown to Hwahwa. Mancheon responds appropriately to the laughter of her family with an expression of embarrassment.

… She turned her body, stunned by her dazzling sight, to the point that she wanted to burn it.

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With her heavy steps, she returns to her dark room.

My vision is blurred.

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After skipping lunch, I went to my room to sleep, and when I woke up, it was evening. Hungry.

Catch a boat that is crying out for food and move at high speed.

When she arrived at the restaurant, she saw the rest of the family gathered except for Hwa-hwa.

“What about chloride? Are you not eating?”

Saying that, let’s sit down. His father complimented me with a pleased expression.

“It’s only been a day since we became a family. Are you taking care of her sister already? You are proud.”

Starting with the father, the mother and the older brother couple generously praise them for their hard work yesterday.

Thank you for that. Complimenting something like that for something insignificant makes me feel a bit overwhelmed.

‘Uoo~ Sugee! Do you even know how to entertain guests?! That’s amazing!!’

… This feeling? To be honest, my family is too generous with praise. To put it bluntly, when I suffer from constipation and have a good bowel movement, they are the people who will applaud and praise me for having a good poop.

If it wasn’t fortunate that I have thick skin on my face, I would have burst out of embarrassment.

“Yeomhwa seems to be resting in the room. Pretending to be cheerful on the outside doesn’t make the sadness of losing your parents disappear.”

My father took a break for a while. He worried about the fire in a friendly voice and asked his family for their consent.

“… For the time being, I think it would be best to give him some time to collect himself alone.”

The other family members nodded in agreement with what my father said, but I rubbed the back of my neck feeling uncomfortable.

My father may be right. Any problem will be solved with time. However, worrying alone does not necessarily solve the problem.

Worrying alone is something people do when they are in a normal state. And in order to think normally, you have to eat something first. People are weak My head doesn’t turn when I’m hungry.

“Still, we have to feed them. I’m going to go get the fire. Eat first.

Get up from your seat and move to call fire. You can ask a servant to do it, but I still think that the family should go and take care of it, so I go ahead and do it myself.

It may be a useless meddling, but it’s family.

There is no needless meddling with family members. Marriage problems, job problems, etc. Except for money problems.

… I thought about it quietly. Even within the family, there are many issues that should not be interfered with. I’m hungry. Shall we go back and eat?

With that thought in mind, let’s walk to the fire room. I saw something lying in the hallway.

‘What is it?’

Let’s go closer and check. Hwa-hwa was lying down, breathing heavily.

When I put my hand on my head, it may sound like a boring expression, but it was really hot like a fire. I can’t say anything because I’m not a member of the legislative branch, but he looks very sick anyway.

I want to move her comfortably into the so-called princess hug, but it’s not easy because she’s lame. That’s why I learned how to transport the wounded in the army. Use a lift on your shoulder. Raise the chloride

… It has become a bit like a bossam, but it’s an emergency, so it’s not the time to think about this and that.

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Yeo-cha-ja-cha lays Hwa-hwa on the bed and prepares medicine and porridge for the ladies-in-waiting. It’s very hot, so you need a wet towel.

I don’t know if it was a child, but I thought it would be a hindrance to nursing even if I was in a somewhat grown state. As I was about to leave the room, something pulled the end of my clothes.

“… Stop it.”

When I turned around, Hwa-hwa’s slender, pretty fingers were pathetically gripping my clothes.

He seemed unconscious. Did you catch it unconsciously?

As I was about to pull the clothes off with a slight tug, I heard Hwa-hwa’s small murmur and small wish.

“… Don’t leave it alone… Stop it.”

Who is Yeo-hwa longing for and holding on to my clothes? Are you thinking of someone you can no longer meet?

… There’s nothing I can do about this

Move your fingertips close to the clothes so that they don’t come off, bring the chair to the bed, sit next to it, and put a towel on your hot head to nurse.

I don’t know what kind of worries Hwa-hwa is going through right now, but she can do anything just by being with her.

Keep changing the wet towel next to the salt to cool down. As the process was repeated over and over again, the water became lukewarm.

Originally, I would have gone out and fetched water, but I had no choice but to take special measures this time as the fire was holding on to the hem of my clothes.

“Good luck! Bring some water with you! And the Byeokgokdan too!!”

Jang Sam-bung, servant, escort, and killer of the Samase family.

When I was about to have a late dinner after work, I had to work extra hours due to the young master’s inaction, so I ended up eating noodles that had blown up that day.