Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

63 – The Night Before the Storm (2)

The garden of the Samase family where the warm sunlight pours down.

There, Sima Bu was having a happy time drinking tea with his beloved wife, Chang Chun-hua.

“Do you remember when Cheon-Ei was beaten by a cat that came over the fence?”

At Sima Bu’s words, Chun-hwa let out a sigh as if she remembered what had happened.

“Of course I remember. I can still hear the voice of Cheon-yi, who was crying and looking for me.”

When Chun-hwa was about three years old, there was a cat that climbed over the fence and tried to hunt the carp that Chun-hwa had been raising in a thin pond.

Mancheon, who was watching the scene, limps – limps – sighs – sighs – approaches.

“Hey – I thought you were trying to touch a breeding carp that was famous for a feral cat in Omae. Crazy Desuung? I’ll give you dried anchovies here. Lehu is satisfied with this.”

… However, while giving anchovies, he accidentally fell and pressed down on the cat’s tail.

“aaagh! Desuwoong, the cat went crazy!? Hurry up and save me!”

Ji Chun-hwa, her heart still sinking when she recalls that time, ran her hand across her chest and looked at the pond where her carp had been cleared to prevent her cat from getting entangled.

“He always does. He wonders why a sick kid wanders around like that and is meddling. Then you get hurt.”

“Still, it is cute and proud to see the mother stepping out to protect her precious carp.”

“No need! For me, Cheon-i is a hundred times more precious than that carp!”

Small tears form in Chun-hwa’s eyes as she thinks of her wicked son who doesn’t know how fast his mother is and always wanders around and hurts herself.

“Really… Are you eating well? Do you sleep well? What if someone takes your wand and then harasses you?”

She is usually strict and tells Man-chun to study her past, but Chun-hwa actually doesn’t want Man-chun to study and pass her exam.

She was just an excuse to keep her handicapped child at home because she was afraid that she would get hurt while wandering outside.

In particular, since she is Chun-hwa who has a sense of debt to Man-cheon’s legs even though she doesn’t have to do that at all, her tendency to be overprotective is stronger than Sama-bu’s when it comes to childrearing.

‘… She thought it would make her feel a little better if Chen talked about it. I said something useless.’

Sima Bu blames herself for her slip of the tongue, wraps her arms around her wife’s shoulders, and wipes away her tears with a handkerchief.

Suddenly, a servant politely approached and spoke quietly.

It was a report that Poongsangdanju, that is to say, Poongbaek, who had successfully completed this trip, had come to discuss business matters with Samabu.

***

Poongbaek is currently the business that Samabu cares about more than any other business.

Right away- I was posting a report on the successor business.

“Anyway, he wasn’t interested in going uphill. He doesn’t try to learn first, but when he teaches something, he learns seriously, and his personality isn’t arrogant, so the evaluation wasn’t bad in the field.”

“It’s unfortunate that you’re not interested, but it’s good that you’re learning seriously. For now, just teach me how to go up in this way.”

At Samabu’s request and order, Poongbaek burst into a light laugh and said,

“I tried to teach you, but you ran away. If the young master told me in advance that he wanted to go on a trip, he ordered me to let it go, so I sent it, but is it okay?”

Samabu took a sip of warm tea at a valid question. He stared into the void and let out a lonely sentiment.

“I know you have a daughter, but doesn’t her child really grow up in the blink of an eye?”

Poongbaek couldn’t understand why Samabu was saying such a thing. But as a single parent, she strongly sympathized.

Even when I was young, I followed behind me and said, “Daddy is good!”, “Dad is the best!”-I saw Poongran, a cute daughter who wouldn’t hurt even if I put it in her eyes, making the face of a girl in love. That’s it

As she plucked her petals one by one with a serious face, she shouted “I like it” And “I played with it”- As she looked at her daughter who was doing her flower fortune telling.

In the end, she plucked the last leaf with trembling hands and said “I was playing with it”, And eventually ended it with an ugly and forcible “I like you”- As she additionally plucked the stem of the flower. You have to see

‘I must be a charmer who rolls around so much. It looks like the daughter kicked it unintentionally~ hahahaha!’

Ad-Deuk-!

In front of her eyes, she proudly plucked even the branches of her daughter and seduced her daughter with sweet words. Recalling the face of Mancheon, who laughed shamelessly, her chin naturally tightens.

If it weren’t for the son of Samabu, who was a life saver and helped him settle down and live in the Jungwon land, he would have kicked the double sidekick right away.

In any case, it wasn’t a question he really wanted an answer to, so Samabu continued to speak candidly about what he felt.

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“I mean, when Mancheon was born, she expected this child to have unusual abilities. Yes.”

“She was born on an unusual day when the sky was obscured.”

Warmth lingers in the tawny eyes of Samabu, reminiscent of a beast. Wolves are creatures with strong paternal love.

“But it wasn’t. As I grew up, I came to know about it naturally. Chen Yi is just an ordinary child who was born by chance on a day when the sky was covered.”

Crying after being beaten by a cat, crying because it hurts after falling while chasing a duck.

Her cold-looking face loosens up as she recalls the image of her son in her childhood, who secretly approached her mother and tugged at her collar, asking for snacks.

“Besides, he has a crippled foot. I thought I had to protect you from behind for the rest of my life. By the way….”

A bitter yet proud smile is made.

“He has grown beyond recognition.”

Samabu went up the mountain to check the warehouse where the fire broke out after the invasion of the Heavenly Demonic Church. What he saw were traces of bloody battles, a dead tree with a broken heart, and the back of his son who had grown up before he knew it.

In a one-on-one match where life was at stake, he did not run away, but fought back and won.

I was no longer a child crying while looking for my mom and dad. I was not a weak child.

Samabu took a sip of the lukewarm tea and calmed down his emotions, then spoke calmly as usual to Poongbaek, who overheard boasting about his son without knowing why.

“The reason why Chen Yi allowed me to go meet the monster of the Jegal Sega is simple.”

A complex face is revealed, a mixture of the parent’s face and the family head’s face.

“After this trip, you won’t be able to act as you please for a while.”

Poongbaek finally understood Samabu’s intentions.

“That word….”

Uncharacteristically, Samabu swallowed the tension and sighed.

“When Chen Yi returns, I will officially make it a Sogaju. And….”

The reason Manchun turned a blind eye to the trip was for her beloved child, but in fact, it was also for Samabu.

“What kind of family is the Samase family? I want to tell you what kind of person I am.”

It may have been refined to a certain extent so that the explanation would be convenient for you, but you still needed to prepare your mind.

A drawing room where there is a heavy silence due to an important decision.

The black man really didn’t want to intervene, but he had no choice but to break the silence and make a serious report to Samabu.

“Master, the young lady said that she was going to meet the young master and told me to prepare a carriage for the Moorim Meng. What should I do?”

“… Under? Why all of a sudden?”

The black man swallowed his saliva at the valid question and the gaze pouring on himself and honestly conveyed what he heard.

“That is, in a dream, a three-headed evil dragon kidnapped the young master… He says you have to go get him.”

Samabu let out a weary sigh at the absurd remark.

“… So what are you up to?”

Ttogak- Ttogak-

I directly asked Hwa-hwa, who followed the man in black into the drawing room with modest steps.

“There is no such thing as a plan. As her little sister, she just wants to see her older brother, so she wants to go see her. Or not-“

Hwahwa showed a fake smile while looking at Samabu with red eyes full of bewitching charm.

“I’m not asking you as an adopted daughter. Would it have been better for her to trade as a saint of the Overseas Chinese?”

***

The private residence of the Jegal family located in Murimmaeng, where the chirping of sparrows echoes.

Jegal So-bong, the head of the household, blinked his eyes in disbelief at the decision of Yang Jegal, an elder in the family, not to allow Gwahae to participate in the Yongbong Jihoe.

“No, the old man… What do you mean?”

“It is literally. You can’t release a real dragon where loaches and sparrows play.”

In response to the word ‘sparrow’, Gwahae, who was quietly playing with his pet sparrows in the room, inadvertently intervened in the conversation.

“… It’s fun to play with sparrows.”

Tit! Tweet! Jjat~!!

The two sparrows that were playing around Gwahae chirped as if they agreed with that statement, and Yang Jegal frowned at the sight.

“It’s good to play with the sparrows, but stop feeding them. Is that a sparrow? Are you a pigeon?”

Certainly, as Yang Zhuge said, the two pet sparrows of Gwahae, Chibbong and Chighwang, were larger than the other sparrows and were fat enough to be round.

It wasn’t simply because he ate a lot of rice, but because Gwahae split the medicine that Yang Jegal gave him to eat.

Anyway, since I was not very interested in the conversation between Zhuge Yang and Sobong, I looked at the clear blue sky through the window again.

I inadvertently stretch out my hand, but still the sky is not covered.

… But that’s okay.

It’s not okay at the point of not having Mancheon next to me, but it’s okay.

I promised to go see Mancheon with Miss Zhuge on the way back after this Yongbong meeting.

His blue eyes, reminiscent of the morning sea, sparkle with anticipation.

Just like the sea before a storm, we wait for the right moment.