420 Reading books gives you more experience! a four-page externals

Jong-seok was going somewhere with his elders. In the tour bus, adults were looking out the window or closing their eyes.

And Jong-seok was also looking out the window without saying anything.

It's usually a gathering where adults talk to each other and make a big laugh, but...... not today.

Today was the day to attend the funeral of Cheongseowon Yu Yeongsin.

While looking out the window blankly, Jong-seok's head reminded me of Yoo Young-shin.

Yoo Young-shin's car and the memory of sharing a message with him.….

'Adult......'

I haven't had a long relationship with Yoo Young-shin. However, even a few meetings were really pleasant memories.

Next to Jong-seok, who was looking out the window, the principal sat down.

"Don't be too sad."

"I'm not sad that you were old."

Yoo Young-shin was over 90 years old when he first met him, and now he is over 100 years old.

Even in the age of 100 years, it is rare for people to live a hundred years, so they lived a long life.

"Because birth and death are two sides of the same coin. I just wish I could have met you one more time and had a cup of tea."

"I wish I knew when people were dying, but......I can't help it because I can't see it."

Jong-seok, who nodded at the principal's words, looked up at the elders.

When I first met Moon Bang-woo, I was already an old man. Death was not a story of others, as they were grown-ups in their 80s.

Kang Chul-jae had a big crisis in a car accident a few years ago.

Jong-seok, who looked around the adults for a while, muttered into his mouth.

'Long live.’

When Jong-seok muttered into his mouth, the principal slipped his hand.

When Jong-seok saw the principal, he smiled and said.

"I don't intend to do it today or tomorrow, either, so don't worry."

Jong-seok nodded at the principal who guessed his mind.

Then the bus began to stop at the traditional Seowon. Yoo Yeong-sin's funeral was to be held in a traditional Confucian academy.

Cheongseowon is located in Seoul now, but Cheongseowon is originally here.

Yu Yeong-sin, who grew up and worked in a traditional Confucian academy all his life, will want it, so Hwang Myung-in asked the elders of Moon Bang-woo to hold a funeral here.

The tombs were to be enshrined in the royal family's ancestral tombs behind the traditional Confucian academy.

After getting out of the car, the adults walked inside looking at the wreaths at the entrance.

In the guest book at the entrance of the traditional Confucian academy, Jongseok, who wrote his name, wrote his name below it.

The funeral hall was crowded with people. Older people in or in black suits were filling the ceremony.

"Everyone from Cheongseowon has gathered on their way."

"Who hasn't had an old man a cup of tea? If you accept it, you should pay for it."

"Get in."

Jong-seok said as he watched the adults go inside.

"I'll do it in a moment."

The principal nodded at Jong-seok's remark.

"Do so."

Turning to the principal's words, Jong-seok shifted his steps. Jongseok moved to a small thatched house where Yu Yeongsin lived.

All of a sudden!

After opening the door of Yoo Young-shin's room, Jong-seok, who entered the room, looked around the room.

There was no Yoo Young-shin, but traces of him remained. Jong-seok, who was still looking at the items on one side, bowed slowly to one side of the room.

"I should have visited you earlier.... I'm too late."

It was not to see or do ghosts. When I meet Yoo Young-shin, I bow because he was always there.

So Jong-seok, who bowed twice, sighed and came out. Jong-seok came to this house because he wanted to feel the traces of Yoo Young-shin's life.

If you go inside the funeral hall, you really have to feel Yoo Young-shin's death.

Jong-seok, who had been looking at the thatched cottage for a while, moved to the warehouse. In the warehouse, things used by Yoo Young-shin were piled up.

A box was seen in the eyes of Jong-seok, who entered the warehouse. Jong-seok, who was looking at the box containing Yoo Young-shin's treasures, opened it.

Inside the box were items that Yoo Young-shin used for the independence movement.

Bloodstained hanboks and daggers. Jong-seok smiled at the object.

"My elders loved it so much when they showed me this...….”

I saw an envelope in Jong-seok's eyes when I was looking at items containing Yoo Young-shin's memories.

"This is..."

It was said that it was a will left by Yoo Young-shin, the great master of Cheongseowon.

Jong-seok nodded as he was looking at the envelope, which he was treasuring without showing it to himself.

"I don't know about anything else, but I think you'd like to send these things together."

Jong-seok put envelopes and things in a box and walked out of the warehouse.

Entering the funeral hall, Jong-seok bowed to Hwang Myung-in in his resident position.

When Hwang Myung-in lowered his head and pointed to his seat, Jong-seok came inside and saw a picture of Yoo Young-shin.

Looking at a picture of Yoo Young-shin wearing a beautiful hanbok, Jong-seok bowed twice and joined hands.

"Tree amytabul."

Jong-seok, who prayed for Yu Yeong-sin's paradise, bowed to Hwang Myeong-in.

"Thank you for coming."

"I should have seen you when you were alive.... I'm late."

Then Jong-seok looked around and said,

"Where is your elders' family?"

Hwang Myung-in is qualified to be a resident, but he still has a family, and no other resident is seen.

"I've contacted you, but...... he didn't come."

"Are you not coming?"

When Jong-seok saw Hwang Myung-in in surprise, he shook his head with a sigh.

"It's not a good story for my grandfather to hear...….”

Jong-seok sighed when he saw a picture of Yoo Young-shin, who was blurring his words.

What are you going to do when you're out of touch?….’

Yoo Young-shin lived alone, but he did not have a family. He had two children, and his grandchildren had come out to them, and he was blessed that they had another.

However, his two sons cut ties with Yoo Young-shin. He did not want to be a servant in other people's houses, and even though Hwang's descendants were young, he did not want to bow his head, saying, "Doryeon-nim," or "Doryeon-nim."

So, I've been out of touch with him....the broken kite did not end up at Yu's funeral.

After sighing at him, Jong-seok extended the box he had brought to Hwang Myung-in.

"This one?"

"Did you know that you had an independence movement with the great master your elders served?"

"I know."

"These are the items you used at that time."

Hwang Myung-in opened the box at Jong-seok's horse. When Hwang Myung-in was looking at the things in it, Jong-seok said.

"It's your favorite things, so I brought them for you."

"I think Mr. Lee knows you better than I have lived with him all my life."

While sighing and taking out items one by one, Hwang Myung-in looked at the envelope and checked the inside.

Hwang Myung-in, who took out two faded sheets of paper from the envelope, sighed while reading it and looked at Jong-seok.

"Did you happen to see this?"

"I didn't see it."

At Jong-seok's words, Hwang Myung-in held out one of them after a while. He received a piece of paper.

Cheongseowon Wonju Hwang Seong-su.

"This one?"

"Hwang Sung-soo, you are my grandfather, Lee Dae-jung, former Wonju."

"Ah......but you handed over your property to the elder Yoo Young-shin?”

Hwang Myung-in sighed as Jong-seok wondered.

"Half of Cheongseowon's property belonged to your grandfather's.”

"Really?"

"It's only natural because it's the will of the first generation. And Grandfather would have known that...….”

"You didn't take this out."

At Jong-seok's words, Hwang Myung-in sighed while looking at his will for a moment.

"You could have seen this when I said you'd sell Cheongseowon...….”

At the murmur of Hwang Myung-in, Jong-seok looked at him and said,

"You are not the one to persecute Wonju."

Jong-seok rose to watch Hwang Myung-in's small nod and his will.

Then he bowed his head silently and turned around. When Jong-seok left, Hwang Myung-in's body began to tremble small as he was looking at the will.

The vacancy of Yoo Young-shin is felt greatly.

'Grandpa...... I'm sorry.

Hwang Myung-in regretted the sale of Cheongseowon, which Yoo Young-shin opposed, and the regret began to flow with tears.

***

A country orchard was crowded with visiting adults. This was the hometown of the elders of the Munbangu, and it was an orchard for the principal's orchard.

After Yoo Young-shin's funeral, the grown-ups in the stationery store became a little somber. The reason was simple.

Death is no other's business. They're all old, too.

That's why the principal invited people to visit his orchard.

Sitting in front of the brightest peach tree, the grown-ups of Moon Bang-woo were talking with a simple refreshment in front of them.

"How do you think this year's farming will work out?"

At Kang Chul-jae's words, the principal smiled and looked at the trees around him.

The peach trees around were in full pink.

"I think I can send you two boxes each this year because the peach blossoms are so lovely.”

"Two boxes. ... You've gotten a lot bigger."

The principal shook his head at Kang Chul-jae's words.

"I don't have anything to sell after I give it to you and your friends. What kind of farm would you live on?"

"Do you want money from an orchard that makes things small? Or make the orchard a little bigger?"

"Why should I be greedy at this age? And it's hard to manage the trees right now."

The principal, who spoke with a smile, saw Jong-seok. Jong-seok was drawing a peach tree next to him.

"I've heard you've been busy lately.

"Me?"

When Jong-seok saw the principal as if he had never heard of it, he smiled and said.

"I heard you've been teaching lately, haven't you?"

"Ah......."

Jong-seok shook his head at the principal's words.

"It's Professor Heo Yul who teaches, and I sometimes help him with practice."

Back in Korea, Jong-seok quit his job in the U.S. I'm sorry to have to see Lee Soo-mi from time to time, but......so that I don't see you go like Yu Young-shin.

Moon Jae-chul smiled at Jong-seok's words.

"Now that I'm officially in medicine...... there will be a lot of work for Mr.

"I guess I'm the only one who has a lot to do. They'll have to be busy, too."

"You mean the cooperation between the two countries."

"Both sides have advantages. If we work together, we'll co-exist."

"You're right. So please teach me a lot of great oriental doctors."

With a nod to Moon Jae-chul's words, Jong-seok put down his brush.

Then he held up his painting.

"How are you?"

It was a picture of old people chatting around a bright peach tree.

It was a good picture that made me feel comfortable as soon as I saw it.

The adults smiled and nodded at Jong-seok's painting.

"It's spring."

"There are no flowers that give you a warm feeling like peach blossoms.”

"The cold winter is gone and the warm season is coming."

At the sound of adults' laughter, Jong-seok hung the painting on the peach tree branches.

When Jong-seok hung the picture, Cha In-beom opened his mouth.

"Since Mr. Lee painted a picture, let's write about it."

At Cha In-beom's words, adults took out the photo cards one by one and began to write.

Seeing it, Jong-seok rose from his seat, looked at the peach tree, and swung his palm.

Argh! Argh!

The tension from Jong-seok's hands soared into the air, wrapping the fallen petals on the floor.

Whispering! Whispering!

As the peach petals that rose into the air slowly flowed among the adults, adults began to smile and watch the scene.

The time for petals to float was quite long. As long as the stalactites were able to fall, they gave back their strength to shoot up the leaves.

Jong-seok glanced up at the sky as adults looked at the flowers flying in the sky with pleasant faces.

The flowers are good and the weather is good.….’

Jong-seok, who was enjoying the surrounding scenery, saw the elders of Moon Bang-woo.

"But the best thing is to be with good people."

Jong-seok's small muttering eyes showed adults holding up their writings.

"What do you think?"

Moon Jae-chul laughed at the appearance of the article written "Chung" written by Kang Chul-

"Are you Chung again?"

"What's wrong with Chung? Isn't it the life of a hero to work hard for his country and do his loyalty?"

Jong-seok nodded at Kang Chul-jae's words.

"It's not easy to get a piece of writing that you're going to depend on and follow for the rest of your life, just like you said."

Then Jong-seok looked at Moon Jae-cheol.

"Sudam relied on one righteous man to save his patients, and the principal raised people through his school. You didn't help people through righteousness."

Moon Jae-chul and the principal nodded at Jong-seok's remarks. But Hong-seok said in a strange way.

"In conclusion, what I have gained is the law."

Jong-seok smiled and nodded when Hong-seok said, "Isn't it the law, not the righteousness?"

"The law would be right. But since you are pursuing right and right as a means of law, I think what Hong-seok follows is righteous."

Hong-seok laughed at Jong-seok's remarks.

"You seem to think too highly of me. I just followed my grades to school and chose the most popular job."

"No matter how it started, I think it's a good fit because Hong-seok did justice."

Cha In-beom smiled at Jong-seok's words.

"What would suit me, then?"

"I'll call you an old man."

"I'm going to go out with you." I see. My job is to meet people and date them to be holy."

Looking at Cha In-beom nodding his head as if he liked it, other adults also asked him to write something that suits them.

Jong-seok said one letter after another to match the elders.

Adults wrote letters that matched them with pleasant faces and began to hang them on the peach tree.

"Then what is the writing that suits Mr. Lee?”

Other adults looked at the principal as if they were curious.

Jong-seok shook his head after thinking for a moment in the gaze.

"As Jung says he can't cut his hair, I don't know what would suit me. Please tell me a letter that I need to put in."

At Jong-seok's words, the principal wrote a letter after a while.

Jong-seok saw the principal on the letter In-in. The principal lifted up the paper in the gaze.

"I'm writing this because I want you to remember that you're a human being and remain as we know you now."

Kang Chul-jae nodded at the principal. I knew what the principal meant to Jong-seok.

"However, Lee's strength has gone beyond human limits. If Mr. Lee goes on a rampage and people do things they can't......even a battalion of troops will not be able to be stopped.’

And it was the same thought for other adults besides Kang Chul-jae.

Jongseok uses his power to save people, but when Jongseok does, he sometimes feels like a human being.

Considering that I ran around the lake to save people when there was an earthquake in China before, I still feel like I've seen a hero action movie.

Jong-seok smiled at the eyes of the adults. They understood what they wanted to say to themselves.

Jong-seok politely received his writing with both hands.

"Thank you very much."

Jong-seok, who received the text, hung it on the peach tree. Then Jong-seok, who stood back and looked at the peach tree, smiled and saw the principal.

"I guess this year's farming will be good."

"Is that so?"

"Wasn't there already this much running before fall?”

At Jong-seok's remark, the principal smiled at the peach tree. The peach tree was hung with a mixture of writings written by the elders of the literary circle and those written by Jong-seok.

"As Mr. Lee said, we'll have a good harvest this year.”

Jong-seok smiled at the principal and turned his eyes to the elders of the literary circle.

'Long live.'