67 Reading books gives you more experience! 67

After finishing his third play, Jong-seok was eating with the actors.

There is about half an hour between the performance and the performance, but you cannot eat at that time.

They have to clean up, organize props, and see off the audience.

That's why I had dinner at this late hour.

Sizzle, sizzling!

Outside the theater, the lights were on and actors and staff gathered in front of it, grilling and eating pig hind legs.

Since there were so many people and no money, they seemed to be eating cheap hind legs.

But the people ate well whether it was the hind leg or whatever. And he drank a lot.

I should have grilled pork belly with the money to buy soju.

There's going to be a performance tomorrow, too. Are you okay?’

He drank to the point where he was worried that he had nothing to do with it. When Jong-seok was worried about the actors who drank alcohol, regardless of whether they were men or women, the popular actor approached.

"I'm sorry. I left you alone, I don't think you know anyone."

"No, I was talking to the kids about this and that."

"Okay, thank God."

Smiling and turning over the meat that was cooking on the grill, said In-young.

"But do you know anyone in Chuncheon?”

"No."

"No, but did you come to Chuncheon for the trip?”

"I've come to a place where I don't know anyone. I'm going to work hard and design my life.”

Young-young laughed at Jong-seok's remark.

"Are high school seniors already planning your life?"

"It's still late. I have to go to college soon, and I'm still stable about which department I'm going to go to."

"Oh! Confidence in choosing a university? You must be good at studying.”

"A little... first place?"

"You're good at studying."

"That's why I'm worried."

"Hmm... that would be a problem. So, what do you like?”

"I like reading books."

"What are you good at, then?"

When asked by In-young, Jong-seok said after a while.

"Studying, cooking, calligraphy, martial arts, massaging?"

Popularity laughed at the things that came out of Jong-seok's mouth.

"I guess it's because you said you're first, but you're good at all four other things?"

When In-young said she didn't believe it, Woo Mi-jung, who was eating meat, said.

"You cook and do some martial arts."

"How do you know?”

"I won tomorrow's cooking show."

"The King of Cooking tomorrow?"

When In-young wondered, Woo Mi-jung searched it on her cell phone and showed it.

After seeing it, In-young looked at Jong-seok with admiration.

"You've been on TV, too.”

"It was a small program."

"What are you talking about? There are so many celebrities here. By the way, you must be good at cooking. You win these kinds of competitions."

"I'm good at cooking."

At Jong-seok's words, In-young looked at the fire as if she was disappointed.

"I'd like to try some dishes from the winner of the cooking competition, but I can't see anything."

Certainly there was nothing to do with the materials in front of me. All you can do is grill meat.

He spoke after a while.

"Is there a pot here?"

"There's a pot. I'm going to eat ramen when I run out of meat."

"Then put some water in the pot."

"What are you going to do?"

"Let's buy a few simple ingredients and make one.”

"That works?"

"We've got meat, and whatever comes out.”

When In-young went to put water on the pot, Jong-seok entered the supermarket in front of the theater company.

Then I bought a coke and two double-hwatang for what I thought while looking at the ingredients in the refrigerator.

If you use cola to make it sweet and colorful, and the sweetness makes it smell like oriental medicine, it'll feel like Chinese boiled pork.’

Sweetness attracts other flavors well. In addition, if you use coke, it will give you a gloss.

When Jong-seok came back with it, he saw that In-young was in his hand and asked with a puzzled look.

"What are you going to do with it?"

"Well."

Then he saw a pot on which the stalagmit was placed on the fire and poured two double-pot and cola into it.

With a moderate amount of coke, the green onion and garlic were added.

Waiting for the water to boil, Jong-seok talked more with In-yeong.

"Coke and Ssanghwatang... I don't think it'll suit you."

Jong-seok laughed at what In-young said while looking at the pot.

"It'll be good to eat once you get it right.”

"Really? Have you ever done it?”

"No, it's my first time."

"I'm nervous..."

"Cooking is nothing. You just have to mix the taste of food and ingredients that you remember."

"I see... You'll find out when you try something."

Looking at the boiling pot, the muttered In-young looked at Jong-seok.

"So what you're good at is studying, cooking, calligraphy, martial arts, massage?"

"Yes."

"Then have you ever won anything else?”

"Not really, but I've had some recognition from others."

said Woo Mi-jung, who was watching the boiling pot next to Jong-seok's horse.

"I saw my brother doing the sewing during the break earlier, and he did a good job.”

"Do you know how to sew?"

"Bong-sul is also a martial art.”

asked In-young at Jong-seok's answer.

"What did you learn?”

"Dry and natural leaves."

At Jong-seok's words, In-young looked at him with surprise.

"Isn't that the martial art of Shaolin Temple?"

"Do you know?"

"Is Sorimsa a regular in martial arts novels? I've used it as a novel because it's called Cheonyeopsoo a few times. But do you know how to play Cheonyeopsoo?"

"A little."

"Show me."

At the words of In-young, Jong-seok stood up and went to one side.

Then he took a pose and quickly began to spread the tunic.

Papapapat! Puffer!

Soon there came the sound of a leather drum bursting around it, with the spread of a thousand leaves.

"Wow! You're good."

While looking at Jong-seok with a single eye in admiration, the actors were also drawing keen attention with curious eyes.

Suddenly, martial arts is being played, which is fun and intriguing.

"Oh! You're good."

"You could be an action star."

A man with the murmur of people came next to the popular movie.

"Good job."

"In your eyes, too?"

"Yes. He's good at power and speed, he's good at stealing. What are you doing? I don't think it's a typical kung fu."

"Sorimsa Temple Tien Leaf Tree."

"Sorimsa Temple? Did she train at Shaolin Temple?”

"I don't know that."

Then, In-young looked at Jong-seok and said,

"Who would win if I played with you?”

The man laughed at In-young's words.

"Hyung, if I hadn't been an actor, I'd already be making a name for myself in a fight."

In-young nodded at the man's words. Oh Dae-sik, who is now in front of him, was an aspiring action star who learned martial arts including taekwondo, hapkido and Jeetkido.

"Don't ask me to come up against you. I can't control my strength because I'm drunk."

"Okay."

Then said Oh Dae-sik to Jong-seok, who was returning from the Cheonyeop-su after a while.

"You're good at martial arts."

"Yes."

"Did you learn it at Shaolin?”

"I'm reading a book."

"Books? Did you learn about Shaolin Cheonyeopsu from books?"

"How good the books are these days."

It's not wrong. Some of the old bookstore's books include Chinese martial arts textbooks such as Taegeukgwon and Palgeukgwon.

Oh Dae-sik tilted his head at Jong-seok's words.

Do you want me to learn?’

The movement of the hand was a brilliant piece of cloth, so I thought I could make it a little more colorful when I did the action.

I'm going to the bookstore tomorrow to see some martial arts textbooks.’

When Oh Dae-sik thought of that, Jong-seok sat next to In-young.

"Good job."

"Yes."

"Don't you have to be modest?"

"I want to be arrogant now. That way, I think my brother will tell me a good story.”

"Me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I thought I should know what I'm capable of so that you can tell me some helpful stories."

"Why?"

"I think you've met a lot of people."

"That's... it is."

While talking, In-young looked at Jong-seok.

"But there's a saying that the province often says in martial arts, and if it can be said in words, it's not the province.”

"I'll just keep that in mind.”

said In-young, who nodded at Jong-seok's words,

"First of all, I don't know much about your situation, but if your skills are really that good.”

"Very good."

"Yes, let's think of something very good and say it. I think that's the problem.”

"Yes."

"You must have thought about him to some extent."

When asked by In-young, Jong-seok nodded and opened the lid of the pot and put pork in the boiling water.

Then again, he closed the lid and opened his mouth.

"There's a saying that says versatile, but it's like saying that there's nothing extraordinary. It's the same situation as me right now.

"The happiest thing about being an adult is that I have the same thing I like and do well. Because I'm making money by writing what I like."

"I envy you."

"But there are also many things that I like. In my case, the writing that makes money for me is a fantasy novel. At least writing a fantasy novel makes as much money as it costs. But the script for the play doesn't pay. Besides, you have to write a script and watch the actors act, not the end. I have to see if I'm acting the way I feel I've written it and give them advice."

"Then why don't we just write fantasy novels?”

"When I think of money, yes, but... I enjoy writing play scripts more than fantasy novels. Fantasy novels end in your head, but the script for the play is because the characters and stories I wrote come true."

Then, In-young turned her head toward Jong-seok.

"No matter what you do, what matters is whether you like it or not and whether you're good at it. And it's even better if what you like is what you're good at."

'Favorite and good...'

Jong-seok, who had been thinking for a while, opened his mouth.

"Which way should I go?”

"Between what you like and what you're good at?"

"Yes."

"Why are you worrying about it?”

"That's the only good choice.

Jong-seok, who was talking, shut his mouth. And while watching Jong-seok thinking blankly, she smiled and took a soju glass to her mouth.

You seemed to be asking me about my life experience. I guess you found the answer.’

Jong-seok, who had been silent for a while, opened the lid of the pot.

Boiling, bubbling!

Jong-seok smiled at the boiling pork.

'Good choice... I was looking for an answer. But whatever choice you make is different. It's not wrong.’

This was the answer Jongseok found. The answer to life... Who is justice?

The people here alone don't act after money.

No, rather, he spends his money on acting.

Money? Honor? Or what? But there is no answer. There are tens, hundreds, or countless answers to a single question, not one.

The answers were just different for each person. Other than the wrong answer...

How should Jong-seok live until now? How should I live to be a good life? I was looking for the answer to my life.

But do you have to choose one of the things you're good at? Or should you give up doing what you like and doing what you're good at?

I don't think so. I think I can live doing what I am good at and what I like.

I thought I had to choose one of several paths, but... There was no need to make a choice.

You just have to... ...do what you can.

And now...

The stalactites from the boiling meat in the pot put it on a bowl.

"Try it."

At Jong-seok's words, In-young looked at the meat with curious eyes.

"That's the color.”

The color of the boiled meat with the diphthetang and cola was brownish, like Chinese-style suyuk.

The fat, which could not be produced with a dry pig's hind leg, was flowing on the meat's side.

In-young, who was watching meat, ate a piece of it. And...

"Oh! This is nice.”

"Really?"

Jongseok also tried a piece of meat at the words of In-young.

'Well... it smells a little pig.’

When I bought a lot of cheap and sheep, I smelled like a pig.

If you grill it, it's just the way it is, but you boil it, and it leaves a little more

But the taste was fine. The sweetness of the cola made the meat smell full of herbal medicine.

So it tasted similar to oriental medicine boiled pork.

'Should I have added another double pot?'

When Jong-seok thought of it, In-young recommended it to people holding bowls of meat.

"Try a piece at a time."

"Oh! This is delicious.”

"It's like oriental beef."

Jong-seok smiled and bowed his head as he watched people admire him.

'Ssanghwatang is surprisingly good.’

Putting coke in Ssanghwatang was an impromptu choice, but it tasted better than I thought.

If only the meat was of good quality, it would have tasted better than I thought.

'Instant's good, too.’

People who ate all the food started to cook ramen.

After the meal, the director and actors who did not drink began to take the students into their cars and start off.

And Jong-seok also headed for his house with In-young and two male actors.

The next morning, Jong-seok, who opened his eyes at In-young's house, took a shower and started packing his backpack.

"Hmm..."

Young In-young, who rose up rubbing her eyes, looked at Jong-seok.

"You woke up early, didn't you?”

"It's already ten o'clock."

"It's early when you open it."

In-young, who raised her body by twisting her neck, looked at Jong-seok.

"To go?"

"Yes."

"I think I found the answer yesterday... Are you going home?"

"You're not a man if you come out and go home in a day."

"Then?"

When asked by In-young, Jong-seok took his bag and opened his mouth.

"I'm going to walk to Seoul.”

"How many kilometers is it from Chuncheon to Seoul on foot?"

"I searched for it and it was a little over 100km. They say marching in the army takes about 40 kilometers a day. We'll be there in three or four days."

"It won't be easy..."

"Youth! Try!"

At Jong-seok's words, In-young laughed as she watched him. Then he told me to wait a moment and opened the shelf on one side of the kitchen.

Whip! Whip!

Jong-seok, who received what In-young threw, looked at it. They were ramen and tuna cans.

"Because it's my daily food. Don't starve yourself on the way and get home safely."

"Thank you."

"And if you succeed, don't forget your brother."

"Wait eight years."

"eight years? Why eight years?”

"It's not until that much that I'll do anything."

Jong-seok smiled at In-young and put ramen and tuna cans in his bag.

"I'll come again in winter."

"Good luck on your CSAT."

"Don't worry. And brother."

Jong-seok lowered his head while watching In-young.

"Thank you yesterday."

"Sure. I'm not going out. Go. You need to sleep more.”

Watching In-young lying next to the male actors, Jong-seok packed his bag and opened the door and came out.

Jong-seok smiled as soon as he stepped out of In-young's house.

"One step ahead of another road, one step forward. Are we already halfway to Seoul?'

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