Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

28 – My sister is an overseas Chinese (6)

Amid the declaration of war between brothers and sisters, Hwa-hwa imagined how Manchun would attack and planned a countermeasure, but his efforts were futile. Mancheon didn’t do anything.

Just- Kindly and indifferently, he was considerate of Hwa-hwa.

When there is a side dish you want to eat at the table, but it is far away and you give up and try to eat another side dish, the side dish is placed near you without saying anything.

When you almost fall backwards while trying to pull out a book that is located where your arms can’t close, you pick it up.

If you read a book in the parlor until late in the evening and your body trembles due to the chilly weather, you indifferently put your coat on.

When a situation arises in need of help while quietly doing one’s work, he gives help without showing any condescension, as if it is only natural to take care of him.

I don’t do anything else. She’s there when you just need it. That’s it.

… However, to Hwa-hwa, Man-cheon’s actions did not feel like indifferent consideration.

It can be said that it grows only in the hands of its mother and maids, and has no contact with male creatures. That’s why Mancheon’s ‘wooing’ behavior was very embarrassing.

‘A grown man… To express your interest so directly… Dude, it’s vulgar… It’s offensive….’

Mancheon was just an act of caring for her sister with her affection as her family, but her Zoroastrianism allowed marriage between her sister and her brother.

In addition, from the perspective of Zoroastrianism, which emphasizes chastity between men and women, Mancheon’s actions were undoubtedly a courtship dance for the woman he loves.

She’s terrifyingly flirting with her crazy words that this woman is mine.

However, Mancheon, who is unaware of these circumstances, judges that Hwahwa’s vigilance has been relieved to some extent. She took out her trump weapon, which she had been preparing.

The culmination of courtship was reached.

***

‘… Huh? What? The sound of the lute?’

After morning prayer, Hwa-hwa opened the window tilting her head at the beautiful sound of the pipa coming from outside her window. And Manchun’s eyes met.

Mancheon brought a chair under the tree with fluttering petals and sat down. She was playing the pipa, with her characteristic cheeky smile on her face. She bounces needlessly well and is oddly annoying.

The fluttering petals fly to Hwa-hwa on the wind. Upon closer inspection, it was not a flower petal, but a piece of colored paper cut into squares.

She looks up. She is a servant who always accompanies her brother. Her name is probably… Was it Sambung Jang? Anyway, the person climbed up the tree and was scattering confetti from the basket.

… At that truly absurd sight, Hwa-hwa stared blankly at her, speechless. Mancheon began to sing along with the beautiful sound of the pipa.

There is only one audience. Mancheon calls for her shameful and hurt sister.

‘GTO Don’t Resist – Last Piece’

“I’ll be with you, I’ll watch over you~ So that your scarred memories won’t hurt anymore~.”

“Will you lean on me, will you open your heart to me~ I will stand by your side when you need me~.”

“Worries, hates, deceives oneself~ The mask of hypocrisy is visible to others~.”

Hara does not study the past and plays with martial arts. She is ten thousand invested all her talents. His pipa skills are already top-notch.

Besides, if I can’t sing at least, I’d rather shout out to him to stop. He also sings really well. I keep listening blankly.

‘What is the voice… not! What is it really?!’

Hwa-hwa was already embarrassed enough, but unfortunately, Man-chun’s eccentricity did not end there.

Suddenly, he got up from his chair and slowly approached Hwahwa while playing a pipa.

Due to the handicap in his right leg, he limp-limp-but with a moderate step, he walks gracefully with only flames in his twinkling eyes.

“What the heck now… ?!”

Mancheon stopped playing the pipa before Hwahwa had finished speaking and reached out and gently grabbed Hwahwa’s beautiful hand.

“I must have waited~ I want you to hold my hand~ The hand I always wanted with a rough look.”

After being bruised, Manchun’s hand was caught very easily, but the warmth of the hand brought him back to his senses.

I can’t stand it any longer. 10,000 Foolish pipa playing, singing, the warmth of warm hands, I can’t stand it all. The most unbearable thing is-

It was his own heart beating fast at that stupid thing.

In an instant, Hwa-hwa’s face turns red. I quickly shove Manchun’s hand away and close the window hard enough to hear a ‘bang!’ To hide my blushing face.

Manchun blinked his eyes at the sudden and unexpected situation and stared at the hardened window.

‘… What? Wasn’t it fun? Is this not to your taste?’

Let’s think like this. Jangsami came from behind with a basket on his side.

“Bocchan, why are you like this? What went wrong?”

“That… I expected them to laugh and talk while saying ‘what are you doing?!’. I guess I didn’t like it.”

“Really? I’m not stupid, so it’s rather funny. Well, as Bocchan said, each person has their own taste. Cheer up.”

Responds to Jangsam’s useless encouragement with a snort.

If you fail, you can try again in a different way. If you go all the way to the end, it will always be me who wins.”

“That… If I had studied the past with determination, I think I would have passed the manor exam immediately. Go~ On the pipa~ You really only feel the catch.”

From Jangsam’s point of view, he was born into a good family. You may think that it is only natural to live in the office by studying the past, but from my point of view, looking through books in a world where martial arts is a fun power exists is literally a loss of life.

Never- Never- I will not study the past. I will live moderately like this, learn to work under his father, and spend the rest of my time learning martial arts and having fun.

However, my ideas will not be easily accepted. It really is a harsh world.

That’s why I couldn’t help but study the past~ It’s urgent~ I chose one more song by quoting a classical poem for Jang-sam who talks about stereotypical ideas that are not fun.

“Saengraebulhoedokshiseo (生來不會讀詩書) – Since then, I have not wanted to study writing.”

“Anbaehyangijakohyong (安排香餌釣鰲龍) – Get a bait and catch a dragon.”

“Preparation and Archers Maengho (準備窩弓射猛虎) – Catching a tiger by feeding it on the bowstring.”

T-Ying!

Deliberately plucking the pipa strongly. He smiles brightly at Jangsam-yi and the world.

“The Book of Non-Heroic Reading (英雄不会读诗书) – Heroes don’t study.”

Pair! Clap clap clap! Mate!

As the tune ends, applause comes in.

Houah~ Such enthusiastic applause. Are you a guy who knows how to play?

… It wasn’t. Was the mother

Her mother approaches, clapping her face without a smile on her face. She speaks to her kindly as usual.

“That’s right. You didn’t have a heart for writing. This mother didn’t even know that and committed a great disrespect to the hero.”

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A word of honor… It’s proof that you’re really upset. You must run away immediately. When I glanced at him, Jangsam-yi had already run away.

It is clear that he quietly ran away alone while his eyes were focused on me. Cowardly bastard.

With a forced expression on his face, he sneaks away.

“Everyone makes mistakes, right? Because the little ones don’t care Don’t worry about it.”

“… Come over here right now.”

If there is one thing I am most grateful to, Master, it is that my legs have improved a lot because he taught me martial arts.

Strengthen your legs with internal energy at an undetected level. It is a high-speed movement.

***

At that moment, Hwa-hwa was in the room, leaning against the window, biting her fingers with her pretty white teeth to calm her rapidly beating heart.

“Whoa… Whoa… Ha….”

Gently place your hand over the rising and falling chest. I can feel my heart beating like crazy without even knowing shame. It’s a dirty heart

No! It’s all because of you!

It’s because of the rude older brother who ardently played a love song dedicated to his lover without any shame!?

My heart races simply because I am ashamed. There is no other reason.

“Cook- whoop- stupid.”

As time passed and the heart calmed down and Manchun’s face came to mind as he sang, a belated laugh came out.

Not because the song was funny, but because Mancheon, who sang the song with confetti in order to win his heart, was funny.

… Really stupid bro. A funny older brother.

I said no to my face. I didn’t know if I was this shy, and I didn’t know how to woo her passionately. What’s more, whispering love outside.

Before becoming a saint to set the world on fire, it is unimaginable for Hwahwa, a faithful Zoroastrian believer.

Look in the mirror. He fiddles with her dark hair, which is somehow pretty and well-maintained.

‘… Am i that good? … Person who is abnormal.’

The ring of fire rises gently upward. She sits on the bed, combing her hair with her comb, and unbeknownst to herself, she sings along to her song that Manchun used to sing. She hums

Her pleasant hum echoes through the girl’s room.