66 Reading books gives you more experience! 66

said the girl, who had powdered Jong-seok's body with a smile.

"Yes, have fun today."

"Yes."

When the lady, or sister, dressed up, went away, and the popular actress walked Jong-seok to where the students were.

"This is Lee Jong-suk, who will be with you today. Woo Mi Jung."

"Yes."

When a girl raised her hand, In-young sat Jong-seok next to her.

"Because Jong-seok doesn't know much. Let me know this and that while you're with me. And Jong-seok is a senior in high school."

"Yes."

When In-young went to the place where the actors were, Woo Mi-jung said while looking at Jong-seok.

"Oppa."

"Huh?"

"You were the king of tomorrow's cooking, right?”

"Huh? Did you see that?"

"Yes, I enjoyed it. I heard you're the one with the palate. Are you serious?"

"It's a little salty."

"I see."

Woo Mi-jung talked about this and that about the play today and soon began to take the students through the door next to her.

Then Woo Mi-jeong sat side by side with Jong-seok after sitting in the stands.

"But what's the play about? It's like breaking a tower or something."

"It's more fun if you don't know what the play is about."

"I see. Then what are we doing?”

"After the play, the actors will signal. Then get up, wave back and forth, and go up to the stage."

"Then it's over?”

"And we can do some kind of dance behind the actors."

"Simple."

"Yes."

"But are you guys working part-time?”

"No, we're also members of the Damo troupe."

"Wouldn't a member get paid?"

"We learn more here. And the members don't pay for it's for free.”

"You don't take money?"

The wonder was young in Jong-seok's face. Seeing the actors practicing acting just now, it seemed like they practiced a lot.

But you're acting without paying me?

Woo Mi-jung said, looking at Jong-seok looking at him in a strange way.

"Here are actors, brothers, and sisters, who are acting at their own expense. I usually work part-time, and when I put up a play, I spent that money to rent a theater and buy props."

"So you're spending your money on acting?”

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because the play is good."

Jong-seok stared at the stage blankly at Woo Mi-jung's words.

"I've heard that actors don't have the money, but... Now that I see it, it's not that you can't afford it, but you spend money on acting.’

asked Jong-seok, who was thinking like that.

"You like the play even though it's not this expensive?”

"Yes."

"Why?"

"It's fun."

It was a simple answer, but Jong-seok was forced to nod his head. There is no need for a reason to do something funny.

'Jamira....'

Jong-seok nodded at Woo Mi-jung's remark after a brief look at her.

"You've already found the answer."

"What?"

Jong-seok turned his head toward the stage at Woo Mi-jung's words.

What would your parents like to do? And what can I do to make a lot of money and live well?

It's a trip to find the answer to this. But now the girl in front of her eyes already had an answer for her future.

The answer to having fun with your life... It was different from the answer that Jong-seok himself was looking for, but he could never be wrong.

It was just a different answer from Jong-seok's view of life. It's not wrong. It's not wrong.

When the audience came in one by one and began to fill the seats, Jong-seok closed his mouth.

And the performance began when there was some space.

The performance was more fun than I thought. The content of the performance was about a very distant future, or a very distant past.

The story was about a modern man who fell into a time-slip at that time to stop aborigines building huge towers to get closer to God.

The act of cutting down trees and destroying mountains to build huge towers to collect stone... Perhaps destroying nature meant no.

And at the end of the play, as the actors signaled, Jong-seok and his students jumped up from the audience and started waving their hands back and forth.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

Jong-seok, who was waving his hands back and forth with a meaningless sound, thought, "What does this mean?"

Are the tribesmen cheering? Or is it a symbol of nature being blown away by the wind because the tower collapsed and is no longer destroyed? I don't know.'

As he is waving his hands from side to side with no lines, I wonder what kind of role he is.

Then Woo Mi-jung tapped Jong-seok and ran up to the stage quickly.

Jong-seok followed her onto the stage and lined up behind the actors.

Standing behind him, Woo Mi-jung took Jong-seok's hand.

'Huh?

When Jong-seok was a little embarrassed by the soft girl's hand, the boy next to him also took his hand.

Oh, I guess you're catching them all. I'm also...'

Jong-seok's body, which had been misunderstood without his knowledge, moved. The hands that held his hands from both sides, not from himself, began to go up and down.

And some of the actors in front of them stood on both sides and ended the play by jumping or tumbling.

After the play, the actors were taking pictures at the request of the audience.

Jong-seok, who was watching the scene, looked at an actress who was especially crowded.

'You're pretty.'

Other actors were pretty and handsome, but the actress who attracted people was especially pretty.

Like a celebrity on TV.

"Isn't it pretty?"

Jong-seok nodded at Woo Mi-jung's words.

"You're pretty."

"He's a well-known actor in Chuncheon.”

"In Chuncheon?"

"You're not from our theater, you're a guest."

"Do actors act in other theater companies?”

"If there's no actor who's suitable for the role, I sometimes ask other theater companies to bring him in."

"I see."

Jong-seok looked at the actress at Woo Mi-jung's words.

"Then does he make a good money?"

"You've been talking about money for a while?"

"Because I'm on a journey to find the answer to my life."

"The answer to your life is money?”

"The answer to life can't be money, but... There are a lot of inconveniences when you lack money in your life. I can't do what I want to do, I can't do what I want to do."

"You can do what you want to do, and you can do what's meaningful even if you don't have to pay."

"It's because you don't know life yet."

"You're a year apart."

said Woo Mi-jung, who turned her head to Jong-seok's words and was looking at the actress.

"She won't make much money either."

"Really?"

"When you come to the guest house, you seem to be taking care of us because we need to, but that won't be a hundred.”

"At a time?"

"No, the whole thing."

"Tong?"

Jong-seok's face was bewildered by the word "tong.

One, three days from the 10th to the 16th. I'll have to practice for the performance, so I'll have to be dispatched for a month, but only a bag?"

It would be below the minimum wage. When Jong-seok was embarrassed, Woo Mi-jung smiled and said.

"The actors don't act for money."

"For fun?"

"Right. And even if you don't have money, you have a role you can play and if you have a theater, you should go and stand. But she's happy.”

Jong-seok looked at the actress as if he was jealous of Woo Mi-jung.

"Why?"

"Because you're standing where you want to stand."

Jong-seok looked at the actress at Woo Mi-jung's words. The actress was smiling.

And maybe because of the stage lighting, it looked like it was shining.

'Do what you want to do, not money. Then am I a bookstore?'

What you want to do most is to read books every day, no matter what anyone says.

"Looking at a book, it' I heard that bookstores are closed these days.’

Taejin-dong alone has no bookstore. There are large bookstores in a big neighborhood, such as Gyohjin and Hongmyeong, but the local bookstores have almost collapsed and disappeared for a long time.

At this time of year, books are either popular online purchases or viewed as E-books.

'No, there are things you can get close to books, even if it's not a bookstore. You could work for the publishing company itself.'

When I thought of that, I thought about the publisher in Jong-seok's head.

I think publishing would be fun, too. I can read a new book faster than anyone else and make a book that I want. And you can meet the writer in person and talk to him.'

When the audience thought that the publishing company's work would be fun, the audience left one by one and the actors began to organize the props.

It is not that there is a staff that someone organizes, but the actors organize their own props.

Looking at the actors who started rebuilding the collapsed tower, Jong-seok was wondering if there was anything he could do to help, and he grabbed the fallen bamboo trees.

Rumbling! Rumbling!

Bamboo was woven into a fishing line, so when one was lifted, the others sounded the same.

In the eyes of Jong-seok, who was holding up such bamboo trees, there was a bamboo on the floor.

What do we do with this?’

Jong-seok, who was looking at a 1m bamboo, looked around. And I called him as soon as In-young passed by.

"Brother."

"Huh?"

"What do I do when one of these is separated?"

"Ah... Put it on one side."

"May I have this, then?"

"You may as well."

Then, In-young looked at Jong-seok.

"Did you enjoy the play?”

"Yes, but what do we mean by the last thing we did?”

At Jong-seok's question, In-young smiled.

"How did you take it?”

"I think I'm cheering for the people of the tribe who don't need to build the tower hard anymore because it collapsed, and it's like a nature that is no longer destroyed is blown away by the wind.”

"If you've accepted it like that, that's right."

"Really?"

"I wanted to give the people who watched this play a thought to see what you guys were doing at the end and organize their thoughts. So if you thought so, that's the answer.”

"That's cool. Did you think of that, too?”

"Well... you're a writer.”

Jong-seok nodded at In-young and asked.

"But you've also published a book.”

"I've done dozens."

"Twenty books? Did you write that many books?”

I'm still writing, not "I did." My brother's been writing fantasy novels since high school."

"Do you know the publisher, too?"

"I know a publishing company. But why?"

"I was wondering how publishing works.”

"Really?"

At Jong-seok's words, In-young took out her wallet and took out a business card.

"It's your business card. Call me later if you really want to know. I'll connect you to the publisher.”

"Thank you."

"Let's go."

Jong-seok followed In-young's words and suddenly looked at once and looked at him.

"Am I appearing again?”

"Huh? Why would you go?"

"I'm on a trip..."

In Jong-seok's words, In-young said while looking at him.

"It's a shame to break up like this, but come on, watch a play here, have dinner, and sleep at my brother's."

"At my brother's house?"

"Yeah. Shouldn't you be eating dinner and sleeping anyway, even if you're traveling? And I'm going to talk to the actors in the evening. It'll be fun.”

It is not a trip that has been set a destination anyway. He's trying to meet people and find out what he's doing and living through them.

"If that's the case... Thank you."

"Okay, then let's do that."

With a smile, Jong-seok nodded as he watched In-young turn backstage.

I met a good brother from the start of the trip.’

Jong-seok, who was thinking like that, looked back on the stage.

On one side were still actors cleaning the stage, and the students were cleaning the audience.

Jong-seok, who saw the scene, began to pick up trash with them.

'Then let's sleep at Ki-young's house today and leave early tomorrow morning.'

When he picked up the trash with that thought, Woo Mi-jung said to Jong-seok.

"Please sit here."

At Woo Mi-jung's words, Jong-seok looked at the stage while looking at her.

"You still have some time to get in the audience, don't you?"

"The audience will enter in ten minutes.”

"May I stay on the stage, then?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't touch the props.”

Jong-seok, who nodded at Woo Mi-jung's words, carried a bamboo and climbed onto the stage.

Then, after a while, slowly began to spin the bamboo.

Whispering!

'The batting average....'

He is trying to show off his experience of batting.

Along with the thought, the bamboo pole of Jong-seok began to move quickly.

Whispering!

The feet of the stalactites hit the ground with a fast-moving rod that beat around the ground.

Boooong!

Jong-seok, who swung and dumbled in the air, hit the ground again and began to move his feet around.

Maybe it's because I hit the dog, but the stick moves only at the bottom. And the legs move nonstop. Is this to avoid dogs?'

Jongseok was able to understand the purpose of the method by performing the batting method.

Hitting the approaching dog and moving his feet to avoid the dog....

'It's certainly worth calling it the batting average.'

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