84 Reading books gives you more experience! 84

Huh Pyung-ji was looking at the writings on the bookshelf with a pleasant face.

"Good."

The bookshelf had a number of articles written on it. From Chusa to Seokbong and Wang Mungyeong, Jongseok wrote down the poems and phrases that He Pyung-ji liked in various handwriting.

said Jong-seok, who was looking at Heo Pyung-ji, who looked at the writing on the paper with a pleasant face.

"Do you like calligraphy, too?"

"Western arts and Chinese characters are still living and breathing writings in our Chinese medicine."

Heo Pyung-ji, who was reading with a pleasant face, approached Hwaseon-ji with a close look.

"When I go to eat, I don't smell this elegant, but here I smell like an orphaned.

"When you eat, if you have thoughts, your food becomes turbid."

He smiled at Jong-seok's words and said while looking at him.

"But Jong-seok is good at many things."

"I'm versatile in many ways."

Heo Pyeong-ji laughed at Jong-seok's remarks.

"Yes, you're good at many things."

And when I was reading again, Jong-seok said.

"How do you want me to write more?"

"Well, no. I don't think I'll get tired of this article after a month of listening."

Heo Pyeong-ji, who was appreciating the writing with a happy face, suddenly looked at Jong-seok.

"By the way, it's hard to just receive such good writing."

"It's all right."

At Jong-seok's words, Heo Pyeong-ji, who was looking at him for a while, nodded what came to mind.

"I'll show you something good instead."

Then Hupyeongji carefully took out the box on one side of the bookcase and put it down.

When I opened the lid of the box, there was another box in it.

Sweep!

Jong-seok looked at it with curious eyes as Heo Pyeong-ji took the box out of the box again.

"The box is very antique."

The box was made up of hanji on the outside, and the Chinese character Suam was written in an antique style.

Heo Pyeong-ji nodded at Jong-seok's words and opened the lid of the box.

Then I could see what was in the box.

Inside the box was a little wide stone, or a thunderbolt. There was a square and circular space in the middle, so it was like going to eat there.

"It's a surprise?"

Huh Pyung-ji nodded at Jong-seok's words and looked at the inkstone.

"It's a step-stone sluice."

"Stepstone Sooam-Ru?"

"At the stage, I am a thunderbolt, made of stone, called the King of the Clown."

"King of the Blows?"

When Jong-seok saw the inkstone with curious eyes, Heo Pyeong-ji nodded and lifted it up with both hands.

"Yes!"

As if it were weighty, the lifted hapyeongji put it on the table.

"Stepstone Sooam Flea, ··"

He also looked at the inkstone as if he hadn't taken it out in a long time.

The price of the inkstone, such as Heo Pyeong-ji, would be considerable if it was such a precious inkstone that was called the king of the inkstone.

Jongseok also appreciated the steppe-seok Suam inkstone.

'You certainly look good.’

It looked very rough. There was just a place to eat and there was no pattern around.

At a glance, it looks like a little flat stone wandering in the stream.

But in Jong-seok's eyes, the inkstone looked very good. And that good looking feeling made my hands itch.

'I'd like to change my fist.’

Jong-seok opened his mouth while looking at the step stone Soo-am.

"Can I grind the ink?”

"Yes, try it."

He shook his head as he tried to catch Jong-seok's ink on the table.

"Should I use that kind of ink for a good inkstone?"

Then he took out a small box from the box where He Pyung-ji took out the inkstone.

Sweep!

When I opened the rectangular box, food appeared in it.

"It's called Silla-Muk."

"Is this like a king of ink?"

"I don't really call him the king of ink, but he's right to feed the finest. It's made by Yoo Byung-jong, an intangible cultural asset in North Gyeongsang Province, and it's never inferior to the Japanese red-hot."

"Do you eat red?"

"It is Japan's food that the world knows. However, Silla's food is second to that of Honghwa's. No, Silla ink is better for neatness.”

Then, when Heo Pyung-ji held out his Silla fist, Jong-seok received it.

"Yes, ··"

When Jong-seok raised his Silla fist, Heo Pyeong-ji brought new water from the kitchen and held it out.

He poured water on the inkstone and brought it to eat.

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Jong-seok's face was smiling as he was grazed by the inkstone.

'Good.'

I felt a pleasant roughness in my hands while being gently divided.

It was good. In addition, the color is clean and there is no residue.

'That's neat.

Smiling, Jong-seok, who went to eat rice flour, took his hand off.

"That's great. Just going to eat makes my mind lighter."

"Yes, you're right. It relieves the anxiety and anxiety that you ate with a good inkstone."

When you go to eat, you must not get mixed thoughts. So it's like meditating with a bow.

"I feel like I'm looking at a black lake."

Jong-seok, who smiled at the black ink, looked at the box and said,

"Do you happen to have a brush?"

There was a brush that had been written just now, but I was wondering if there was another brush that would go well with this phalanx.

Something keeps coming out of the box.

Huh Pyung-ji smiled and nodded at Jong-seok's words.

Huh Pyung-ji pulled out a brush hanging on the desk.

"It's a slow pen. I buy and use it often because I have good handwriting."

"I see."

Jong-seok, who received the brush from Heo Pyung-ji and felt the feeling slightly pressed on his palm, was buried in the ink and wrote down the writing while looking at Hwaseon-ji.

Sweep! Sweep!

The letters that filled the paper smiled Heo Pyung-ji. Then when Jong-seok wrote and put down his brush, Heo Pyung-ji opened his mouth.

"It's the four-season curing of Donguibogam."

"I thought it would suit the licensed clinic."

"Yes, that's a good article."

With a smile, Heo Pyung-ji held the writing and hung it on the bookcase and put a book on the back to fix it.

"I'll have to frame the director's office."

Looking at Heo Pyeong-ji, who was amazed at his handwriting, Jong-seok looked at the inkstone and inkstone.

"That's very nice."

"Yes, it's good."

With a smile, Heo Pyeong-ji carefully removed the ink from the inkstone, wiped it clean, and carefully put it back in the box.

Jong-seok opened his mouth when he saw it.

"But why don't you take it out?"

"It's not easy to use because it's precious. It's just an item you take out when you want to see it."

"But the inkstone and the feed are for writing..."

Jong-seok looked at the inkstone and the inkstone as if it was a waste. In that gaze the Hupyeongji looked at the inkstone and ate it.

"I know what you're talking about, but it's a waste to write."

Jong-seok didn't say anything more about Heo Pyung-ji's words.

'You have to drive an expensive car to pay for it.' If you leave it like this, it's no different from an expensive stone.’

However, people have different tastes and personalities, so we cannot force them to do so.

Some people buy toys and enjoy watching them.

Jong-seok, who was thinking about it, suddenly looked at the vanity.

I think it would be nice to have a meeting with the elders of Moon Bang-woo.’

Heo Pyung-ji also liked calligraphy, so she seemed to get along well with the grown-ups of Moon Bang-woo.

I'll talk to Moon Bang-woo first and introduce him.’

I don't know how Moon Bang-woo joined the club, but Jong-seok knows that they have been close since they were young.

So maybe adults in the literary world don't want to join anyone else.

If you bring up the subject for no reason and say no at the doorstep, your position may be embarrassed.

So you can ask Heo Pyeong-ji if you want to talk to Moon Bang-woo first.

Hepyongji put the ink and ink inkstone back in the box and put it on the bookshelf.

And when Im Ae-hee called for a meal, Jong-seok and Heo Pyung-ji came into the kitchen.

The kitchen was already served with food and Heo Yul sat down.

"Hello."

Heo Yul nodded when Jong-seok said hello.

"Have you been to school well today?”

"Yes."

"Is your first year of art major from Wednesday?"

"Yes."

"You have to take your major well. And study Chinese characters ···."."."."

Heo Pyung-ji smiled and listened to the spoons to give her the same warning.

"You don't have to worry about Chinese characters because you, me, or Jong-seok need to learn them."

"Why do you say that?"

Heo Pyeong-ji shook her head at Jong-seok's words and said to Heo Yul.

"When you go to the study, there are writings written by Jong-seok. Take a look and come back. You'll be surprised when you see it."

Heo Yul tilted her head at Heo Pyung-ji's words and walked to the study. And a moment later Heo Yul, who came, spoke to Jong-seok with a surprised look.

"Was all the writing on the paper yours?"

"Yes."

"There's a lot of other handwriting.”

"Jongseok used the handwriting of Prince Anpyeong, Chusa, Seokbong, and many other Chinese masters."

"Then, is it all written by Jong-seok?"

"Right."

Heo Yul looked at Jong-seok with admiration at his words.

"When did you study calligraphy?”

"Because I like it."

"That's great. It turns out you're not very good at it."

Lim Ae-hee spoke to Heo Yul.

"Let's stop talking about such things. Jong-seok can't eat."

Along with the horse, Lim Ae-hee said, putting side dishes on Jong-seok's bowl.

"But why aren't your parents coming?”

Lim Ae-hee told Jong-seok to take her parents with her.

I'm going to come and get you a vein of pain, and I'm going to give you some medicine that's good for your health.

"I told you, but it's a little burdensome."

"The burden is to be close to each other. Come on, pick me up on Saturday."

"I'll tell you."

"Yes, you must tell him and bring him in."

After finishing his meal, Jong-seok came back home in a car that Heo Yul gave him.

***

Jong-seok laughed at the experience book. I thought that the use of ink sticks and ink that Heo Pyung-ji valued would be a good experience.

He thought that he would give the experience value even if he ate delicious food since he used these precious luxury goods.

However, the Simbongsa club room also gave the experience value.

'It was quite unusual. I never thought of a club where you can stay and eat.’

Jong-seok, who laughed inwardly, took out his cell phone and called the principal.

It's Jongseok.

"Hello. How are you?”

I'm doing fine. Is your college life fun?

"Yes, and I'd like to meet with Moon Bang-woo's elders.”

It's the first time I've asked you to get together first. What's the matter?

"It's nothing else. Today, I used Silla's rice balls on a slate of Sooam, and it was good."

Stepping stone Suam inkstone, Silla inkstone, and good inkstone and good food.

"Do you know?"

I know. I have one.

"Do you have it? I think it's really precious."

It's precious. It costs a few million won to get around the market.

"Millions of won?"

Yes, but even if you have money, you can't get it easily.

"I see."

So?

"Oh, using good ink sticks and food reminds me of old people."

Then let's do that. Because he wanted to see Jongseok because of the scam. Then I'll call you back after I get back to you.

"Oh! And do you even accept new members at the stationery store?”

Why do you ask that?

"I've made friends with an adult doctor who is the owner of the inkstone and ink I saw today."

You must like calligraphy if you have a stele-stone inkstone and Silla ink.

"He likes calligraphy too, so I thought it would be good to keep in touch with the visitors.

At Jong-seok's words, the principal who had been there for a while spoke.

Well, let me talk to my friends first. Accepting a new member is not something I alone can decide.

"I'm sure so, so I haven't told him yet. I'm going to tell you if the elders allow me to.”

Yeah, well done. By the way, if you're an oriental clinic, can you tell me which oriental clinic you're in?

"A licensed clinic at**."

Huh Pyung-ji?

Suddenly, Jong-seok's face was puzzled by the principal's words, saying the name of Heo Pyung-ji.

"Do you know?"

I've met him several times at a calligraphy meeting before. Moon Bang-woo is also out of a group like that. But I don't get along well with talking.

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