105 Reading books gives you more experience! 105

At Cheongseowon, Jongseok and the adults were drinking tea.

"How have you been?"

A middle-aged man sitting at the head of the school bowed his head at the principal's words.

"I've been doing well because many adults have helped me."

A middle-aged man was now the Wonju of Cheongseowon, Hwang Myung-in of Jukdae.

Hwang Myung-in was the grandson of Wonju who died a few years ago and was now in charge of the Wonju of Cheongseowon.

Adults nodded at Hwang Myung-in's answer.

"But you haven't had much time. You must have been busy."

"They've all been retired and busy looking for new jobs."

At Won's words, Hwang Myung-in glanced at the business card in front of him. The business cards given by the adults of Moon Bang-woo were written in them with organizations and titles containing the adults now.

Hwang Myung-in, who was looking at them, opened his mouth to the elders of Moon Bang-woo.

"Otherwise, I was going to have a dinner with the elders of Moon Bang-woo sooner or later, and it's good to see you."

"Anything to say?"

At Won's words, Hwang Myung-in smiled and opened his mouth.

"I'll tell you the details later. Since you're here, let's move to see if you've been writing."

As Huang Ming-in rose up, the adults followed suit.

When Hwang Myung-in, who took the adults into another hanok building, sat at the top of the table, the adults took their seats one by one at a small desk below it.

The desk was lined with radio waves.

Hwang Myung-in opened his mouth when people came to the throne.

"Then I'll go first..."

Hwang Myung-in picked up his brush and wrote in one stroke.

Jong-seok's face was filled with admiration when he saw the writing written by Hwang Myung-in.

It's like reading an old man's writing.’

Hwang Myung-in's writings were full of strength and spirit. Rather than a bachelor's degree, should I say that the general is full of spirit?

And the faces of the adults who saw the writing were also young in admiration. However, some of them were worried.

Won Seung-hwan and Kang Chul-jae looked at Jong-seok while looking at the article for a while. Kang Chul-jae and Won Seung-hwan looked at each other as Jong-seok wondered at the sight of the two people who saw him at the same time.

Are you thinking the same thing as me?’

'I see.'

Then for a moment, the two made eye contact, and Won Seung-hwan said to Jong-seok.

"Mr. Lee will go out for a while and see Cheongseowon."

"Now?"

"Cheongseowon has a nice garden, but there are many writings by masters who keep it. You'll get something if you look around."

Kang Chul-jae nodded at Won's words.

"Let's do that."

Jong-seok got up from his seat as he looked at them, wondering what they said.

Do you have anything else to say?’

Jong-seok, who thought so, bowed his head and carefully left the door.

***

When Jong-seok left, Kang Chul-jae looked at Hwang Myung-in.

"There is no gate on the main road. It can be interpreted that there is no way to do the right thing. But sometimes there are people who are misled by the word "daedomumun."

Won also nodded at Kang Chul-jae's remarks.

"Maybe Wonju is trying to say something by listening to the message 'Daedo Mumun' to us, but even if we don't see the door leading to the Daedo Island, it's not without the door. Without a door, there is no need to emphasize no gate.

It's probably."

The toxic reaction of Kang Chul-jae and Won Seung-hwan to the word "Daedo Mumun" was related to their bosses.

The ambitious people tried to give a great cause to what they had done, or in other words.

Anyway, the conversation between Moon Bang-woo and Hwang Myung-in began.

***

Inside, Jong-seok was looking at the garden when the conversation between adults was taking place.

It was a winter garden, so the flowers were there, but it had its own beauty.

As I was looking at the garden, the old man I saw earlier walked up with a thermos bucket.

"Do you like the view?"

Jong-seok bowed his head in the respect of the old man.

"Please make yourself at home."

"No, I'm a guest with you."

Smiling, the old man put a bucket of water on the floor and pulled out a teacup from the shopping bag he had brought in his other hand.

When he received Jong-seok, the old man followed the car.

"Iseulcha."

Jong-seok smiled after drinking a cup of tea from the old man.

"The aftertaste is sweet."

"If you drink it after using your heart, it tastes sweeter."

The old man, who put down the bucket with a smile, put his hips on the floor, looked at the closed room, and opened his mouth.

"You guys seem to be talking to each other."

"Yes."

The old man sighed small at Jong-seok's words. Jong-seok said while looking at the old man, who seemed to be worried about something.

"You must be worried."

"No, I'm just thinking a lot as I get older."

Jong-seok stole his hand at the old man's words.

"It's good for your health to relax."

"That's all I know, but if the mind is at your disposal, how can you call it your heart?"

Jong-seok, who was in a vein holding the hand of an old man smiling and talking, spoke.

"You have some anger in your old body, do you have any worries or concerns?"

At Jong-seok's words, the old man looked at his hand holding his hand and said,

"Do you know medicine?"

"A little."

"But if you're having a pulse, it's not a small skill."

"I'm still a student, so I'm not very good at it."

"I see."

Jong-seok, who was looking at the old man nodding his head, said.

"Anyways, it's not good for your health if you have a lot of worries."

"I know. Japanese colonial era I think I feel better when I was doing independence movement."

"Did you do the independence movement?”

"We've done some operations with the Big Master."

The old man, who was talking, glanced at the room and said,

"It seems like the story is getting longer, but if you don't mind, I've used some of my old stuff. May I show you?"

It was a question, but the old man seemed to want to show it. Old people like to tell stories about their old days.

Jong-seok nodded to him.

"I miss you."

At Jong-seok's words, the old man put a water bottle and a shopping bag in front of the door and said,

"Wonju, I'll take the students and show them around Cheongseowon."

An answer was heard from inside in the old man's words.

"Go ahead."

The old man took Jong-seok to the horse of Hwang Myung-in.

As I walked a little behind the hanok building, I saw a small old house.

"What about here?"

"It used to be the home of servants working at Cheongseowon."

"But it seems to be popular?"

When Jong-seok wondered about the lack of sound of popularity, the old man said.

"The people who are working now are making their own homes and now I'm staying alone."

"If you live alone, you'll have a hard time..."

"It's okay to eat with people and just sleep and rest here."

"Are there any of you?"

The old man sighed and shook his head at the question of Jong-seok.

"I do, but now I live separately."

"Why?" came out to the throat, but Jong-seok did not ask.

If an old man over 90 lives alone away from his family, there will be circumstances and asking about it would be like spraying salt on the wound of an old man.

The old man, who took Jong-seok and opened the warehouse on one side of the house, took out the box lying on one side.

"It's been a long time since I've seen it out.”

When I opened the box, bloodstained clothes came out of it.

"I was locked up in this outfit, and outside the police station, I heard the sound of Korean independence. Then I started crying without realizing it knowing.”

"Then what was this dress wearing on August 15?”

"Yes."

Jong-seok looked at his clothes at the old man's words.

'The clothes I was wearing on Gwangbokjeol. .'·.'

"Can I have a look?"”

"Of course."

When the old man handed over the clothes, Jong-seok unfolded it.

The clothes had holes everywhere and were torn. And if you see the holes and tears filled with blood, ···.

'You've been tortured.’

When Jong-seok thought of such a thing, the old man took this and that out of the box.

While looking at them, Jong-seok saw an old paper envelope.

"What is this?”

"It's nothing."

Watching the old man put things back in the box, Jong-seok looked around the warehouse.

Then I could see the scrolls hanging on one side.

"This one?"

"I wrote them for a little while."

"That's a nice writing."

Jong-seok's words were sincere. The old man's writings were very good.

No, it was beyond a good level and the word "master" matched.

There was a little roughness, but there was strength in the writing and sometimes there was tenderness.

"Even the Seodang dog can memorize good times in three years, because I'm 90 years old."

Watching the old man smile at his writing, Jong-seok stopped while looking at the other writings.

There was the same article written by Hwang Myung-in, but when I looked at his handwriting, it seemed to be written by an old man, not Hwang Myung-in.

However, the writing felt a little dizzy. It's not the spirit that I felt in the old man's handwriting, but it's a mixed feeling.

Jong-seok, who was reading for a while, said to the old man.

"Is your concern these days related to this archipelago?"

The old man turned away after a moment's silence at the question of Jong-seok.

"I'll leave you alone."

Jong-seok, who was following the old man who didn't want to talk much, suddenly looked at a scroll.

"May I take a piece of writing, if you don't mind?"”

"Do you write?"

"I've learned a little bit from being an adult."

"Really?"

The old man took Jong-seok to his room.

Unlike living alone, the old man's room was neatly organized, and there was no peculiar smell of the old man.

Should I say it's just neat and smells a little bit like a scent?

"You're living alone, but you're well organized.’

When Jong-seok thought of such a thing, the old man brought out the radio waves. Then he straightened his back and began to grind his food.

Sweep! Sweep!

Jong-seok kneeled down and watched the old man eating.

'It's like a mountain.’

The old man's movement to eat came as heavy as a mountain. He opened his mouth when Jong-seok, who seemed to know just how great the old man's study was, was amazed.

"What can I write for you?"

"If you have a favorite phrase, I'd like it."

"My favorite writing, ···"

The old man, who was briefly at Jong-seok's horse, looked at the paper for a while and moved his brush.

'The mountain is moved by a fool.’

Wugongsan, a famous horse. In other words, if you do one thing steadily, you will get the result.

Jong-seok opened his mouth when the old man, who had written down at once, tried to put down his brush.

"If you don't mind, I'd also like to ask you to join me."

"My name?"

Jong-seok nodded, and the old man looked at him and wrote his name in small letters next to what he wrote.

Jong-seok, who received the article, looked at the article with admiring eyes. There was no technique, but the writing was heavy and right, which was good.

"I received a good article."

"Thank you for thinking so."

"Then I'd like to write to you, too.”

"Thank you."

When Yoo Young-shin put out his brush, Jong-seok was buried in ink and wrote after a while.

"The degree, ·."

Yoo Young-shin's face hardened as he read Jong-seok's writing. It was not admiring the handwriting written by Jong-seok.

No, it was definitely a well-written article. Compared to calligraphers who came to Cheongseowon, it was definitely a five-finger writing skill.

However, his face stiffened when he saw Jong-seok's writing, his heart was pounding.

Yoo Young-shin, who was reading for a while, opened his mouth.

"You seem to want to say something to me, ···."

When Yoo Young-shin said, Jong-seok looked at him, straightened his posture, and opened his mouth.

"I may be presumptuous, but I felt anxious and anxious in your greatness."

"Oh, I'm ashamed."

Jong-seok opened his mouth to Yoo Young-shin.

"I will interpret that there is no obstacle in the right way."

When Yoo Young-shin looked at him silently, Jong-seok looked at him and said,

"And if my interpretation is correct, you seem to be worrying about the path with questions. So I'd like to tell you this."

"The degree, ·."

"I'm still young, so I don't know much about the difference between the degree and the highway. But you're old enough to know the difference between the major and the degree."

Jong-seok opened his mouth when he saw Yoo Young-shin, who looked at the paper that said "jeong" without saying anything.

"If you feel uncomfortable with the roads, follow the rules. If your mind doesn't work out as you want, isn't it a good thing to do what your heart tells you to do?”

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