Chapter 85:

Chapter 85:

Chapter 85

Actor Park Sang-chul couldnt close his mouth as he watched the passionate performance on stage.

He felt like he was trapped in a swamp that he couldnt escape from, and he couldnt take his eyes off the play as it progressed.

The master of theater, Riolde Lang Pierre, said that the essence of theater was not something that emerged from experience, but a ray of truth that blossomed from the actors fingertips.

Thats nonsense.

In college, Park Sang-chul had snorted at the words of the master written in the textbook.

After all, he would naturally know if he only watched the theater groups in Daehak-ro.

The acting of an inexperienced actor was less convincing than a mere prop.

The acting of a rookie did not make the audience understand, but rather hindered the immersion with their awkward experience.

Not to mention, his values became more firm as he spent his whole life acting in theater. But.

How.

He could see that Baek Muyeol had an unbearable calmness when he handed over his wristwatch to Kang Hee-soo, and that he was sobbing quietly under the cold gaze of the prison guard as he screamed at the judge and bit the guards wrist while enduring all kinds of torture.

Hoo.

He sighed as if to soothe his chest that was rising with frustration, but it only made him feel more bitter.

It was not only Park Sang-chul.

Most of the audience members in the seats were wiping their tears with their sleeves.

The sight of Baek Muyeol being tortured on stage did not feel like a theater actor was acting, but rather like the actual scene of an independence fighter from the past was projected and flowing.

-If people like me pile up and become dirt and dust, then maybe someday spring will come to this barren land of Joseon. So lets have a cup of coffee and chat in the next life. Then there will be a fragrance of spring in this Joseon. I, Baek Muyeol, will only look at you for a lifetime then. So dont be sad. I dont want to leave you with just a painful memory.

There was an indescribable resonance in his calm monologue.

The last tear of Baek Muyeol, who turned his back on the world, caused a deep ripple in the calm lake.

The feast of theater passed before his eyes.

From the modern boy who strolled the streets of Gyeongseong to the last gaze of an independence fighter. It was hard to believe that it was the acting of a single rookie actor.

It was as if he had truly become Baek Muyeol.

As proof, the audience members in the seats were already persuaded and understood by Japan.

What did I know about theater until now?

He wondered why his heart ached so much as he watched him perform as Baek Muyeol on stage.

-There.

He thought it was a straight tree. But his values, which had grown deep roots like a pine tree, were cracked and a wave of unknown emotions seeped in.

-Has spring come to Joseon?

The deep and long aftertaste made the audiences emotions rise to their chin. The curtain rose again and the actors who performed the play came out and lined up in a row.

At that moment, without anyone being first, the audience members in the seats stood up and clapped their hands.

They had no choice but to respond with a standing ovation to the actors passionate performance.

There was even someone who whistled fervently as if it was regrettable.

Actor Park Sang-chul also got up from his seat with red eyes and joined the line.

***

[Spring of Joseon, presented at the Korean Theater Festival, flooded with requests for re-performance!]

[Theater critic Lee Hee-chang

I thought of the birth of a great actor when I saw Jang Young-guk in the role of Baek Muyeol.

Praise.]

[Young people visiting the Independence Hall, Spring of Joseon causes a syndrome.]

[The signal of the Korean Theater Festival, will it lead to a boom in the theater industry again!]

After the Korean Theater Festival ended with great success, countless articles flooded and made Korea noisy.

What, you were going to say rare, werent you? Im hurt. Im really staying under you because of loyalty.

Oh, our Park actor is the best! Lunch is ready, lets go to the Chinese restaurant in front of us. Its a newly opened place and the taste is very good.

Again, youre changing the subject. Why are you taking me to the Chinese restaurant where you always order only jjajangmyeon as a single item. I tried to order one sweet and sour pork and Ive never had such a bad experience in my life. Im not going, no!

CEO Kim Sung-hwan said cheerfully.

Fine, Ill treat you to sweet and sour pork and palbochae today. The PR team members are still at the agency, so lets go together.

Whats going on? Our stingy CEO. Dont do that and call Britain.

No way.

Park Soo-young looked at me with a puzzled expression as I suddenly spoke with firmness. At that moment, Kim Sung-hwan, the CEO, smiled warmly and explained.

I cant interrupt the time between mother and son, which is rare.

***

I saw young women who rented hanboks at Gyeongbokgung Palace. I was waiting with a hat pulled down over my head among them.

Soon, my mother came out wearing a beautiful hanbok.

The skirt of forsythia color and the pure white jeogori matched well.

Mother, you look really beautiful.

Really?

My mother looked embarrassed as if she felt awkward in her outfit. Mrs. Yang, the landlady, came out with her hair braided in a bun and wearing a hanbok.

Oh, Young-guk, youre so pretty. Youre really lovely!

She quickly covered her mouth after saying that.

Oh dear, I hope no one heard your name.

Mrs. Yang was a kind-hearted woman.

She wanted to have a date with her son, but he was a famous actor, so it was not easy to have a normal outing. Mrs. Yang, of course, and manager Lee Bong-chun joined us and came to Gyeongbokgung Palace together.

It looked like a filial piety tour on the surface.

My mother held my rough hand and walked with me.

Ill send you some nourishing cream. Your hands are so rough.

My child, this is the skill that naturally comes from working at the harbor. You dont have to worry too much.

She said that, but it seemed that she couldnt help feeling bothered.

She rubbed her palm and touched the calluses while glancing at me.

It was when we were walking around Gyeongbokgung Palace with my mother wearing flower shoes.

-I went to the Korean Theater Festival. The last performance was amazing. How goosebumps-inducing was Jang Young-guks acting as Baek Muyeol. Even after it was over, I kept crying because of the lingering feelings. Hee-kyung, you must be so sorry you couldnt see it. They said they might do a rerun, so lets go together next time. I want to see it again.

The female students who came to see Gyeongbokgung Palace gathered in groups and talked to each other.

Their main topic of conversation was none other than The Spring of Joseon.

Among them, the students praised Young-guks acting and complained that they wanted to see the performance. Then Mrs. Yang poked my mothers side and whispered.

Look, mother, your son did really well.

My mother looked shy. Then she squeezed my hand that was holding hers. A faint smile bloomed on my mothers face, which was always battered by the sea breeze.

Seeing that, I felt a surge of emotion in my chest. Did Mrs. Yang read my mind? She hugged the two of us and said.

Let me take a picture of you two. Strike a pose.

We stood neatly with Gyeonghoeru Pavilion as the background. The pink cherry blossoms that dyed the pond and the sky of Gyeonghoeru felt like a painting.

As Mrs. Yang asked for a pose with a disposable film camera, my mother looked at me and smiled like the sunny spring weather.

Young-guk, mother is really happy.

What makes you so happy?

My Young-guk, you became an actor who moves peoples hearts.

The cherry blossom petals that filled the pond seemed to express my excited feelings.