That day in 2020…

hey, hey, hey... Can't I just stop and wake up?

I heard a voice buzzing in my ear.

What is it? What is this fragrant old man's voice?

Why is the son of the Mountain King Mother of Ji'er Mountain, who has inherited the spirit of Taibai, so coarse? Hurry up and get up! Hurry up and get your shit together before you make the other kids look at you!

I heard thunder rumbling in my eardrums.

"Who is it?"

I rose from my seat with a start.

No, I struggled to get up.

I struggled to get up, but my mouth fell open and my body didn't budge.

I felt like I was tied to a spider's web, like candy.

- I don't need to know yet. Hurry up and wake up, you rotten bastard! If you sleep like that, you must wake up! The sun's already up!

I yelled at him, "When did you see that?

- You're better than you look. You've given your life to do one great good. I woke you up by hotly rubbing the mirror of the Upper Heaven against the head of the bamboo you sold your life for.

"Mirror of the Reverse Heaven"?

An incomprehensible word rang in my ears.

"What? I thought you said I was dead?"

I had no idea what was going on.

In a daze, I remembered the last scene in my memory.

Whoa!

The roar of the brakes.

The smell of burning rubber on tires

The sharp screams of people

Even the crispy, broken stone head was still in my memory.

In the evening, I filled my stomach with a large cup of rice and wandered down Noryangjin Street.

In July of the same year, 2020 A.D., Sagliangjin represented the times.

Dull young men who hadn't washed their heads in days walked like zombies towards the cram school without a soul.

The world in 2020 was more challenging than ever.

The warring factions in the Middle East, the U.S., Europe, and China became even more intense, the sharp national interests and trade retaliation intensified, and the export window was closed.

Household debt hit new highs every day, and safe haven real estate lost all its flavor.

The words "we are facing a second IMF" were all over the Internet, news and everywhere.

With huge and small businesses alike collapsing, there was little that individuals could do.

The U.S. safeguards were getting worse, and China's trade barriers to gobble up Korea were huge.

Caught in the middle, the Republic of Korea must have been in a sandwich.

Amen to that, Amitabha. .......

And again, damn it!

The brokerage firm I was working for went under.

It was like a second IMF, and as the company completely collapsed, I collapsed too.

I had a full-time job in front of me!

I tried my best to find a job again, but the world was a place where all the companies disappeared like bubbles melting into the sunshine.

I settled down in Sagiriangjin, a place known as a youth refugee camp.

He tried to become a 9th grade civil servant, but the standards were already in place for him to proceed to the bar exam.

I was so hungry that I used the extra money to buy a large cup of rice and ate it.

After I finished eating, I wanted to go to the Han River and take a last look at the whole view of Seoul.

Tomorrow I had to go back to the country.

My part-time job was also in Seoul, where the seed had died.

The last Seoul dinner.

The world was not going to change just because I added myself to the Han River, where dozens of people dive each day.

I walked down the street, dragging my sleeper along with me, enjoying the unseen fullness.

A "low grade chopper" walked in front of me, leading the way.

Still naive, he hummed the theme song from the cartoon.

He had a cell phone in one hand and was addicted to a game.

It's a really good time.

The unemployed me and the guy whose profession is student are too much of a contrast.

He wished me well and hoped I wouldn't end up like me.

It was a green light.

The little guy and I crossed the street together.

The little guy obeyed the light while looking at his cell phone.

That's when I saw it.

A red sports car jaywalked at a fast pace like a Siberian red bear that had been starving for a month.

Whoa! It really is ....... My body froze like lime as my soul was knocked out.

I saw the license plate.

5882.

Rot! It seemed to mean, "Brother, get out of here.

The voice broke.

The little guy was playing with the car as it drove forward like me.

The little guy was in danger.

"'I lived as long as I could, but not this one.

He sent bodies flying!

I didn't have time to think long.

I took the little guy to .......

Oh, my God!

My body moved like a lightning bolt in a movie.

My legs didn't fall like they were attached to a strong bond.

As I stared blankly at the hell-bound sports car, my body went against my will.

A moment of crisis where I became a schoolboy, a synchronized alumni of the afterlife.

My legs fell off like a lie.

I ate a cup of rice and my strength boiled.

I wrapped my right hand around the child .

It was already too late to avoid both of them.

I used the recoil to throw them.

The little guy was flung to the side of the road.

Kiiiiiiii!

The delay of the brakes squealed.

Kwaaan! 

The firecrackers bounced.

And flew through the air like a bird.

My breath caught in my throat.

Strangely enough, not a single part of my body hurt.

My soul had abandoned my body before I could.

And then, poof!

My head cracked open.

Because of the sound of the stone head, which I had heard since I was a child. I didn't die right away.

There was no pain, but I could vaguely see the red paper flowing on the floor.

I heard the screams of people being torn apart and smelled the sickening smell of burning tires.

Then came a long dark moment.

Listen up, you precious little snake-like children of the emperor and the woman who thinks she's so precious. Gather up your brother's fire and take the snake-attached children of Nagi and Nami, too! If I stay quiet, these things will see me as the hot pants of all years! Not even a handful of them at all... ...bah!

I heard an angry, novel rant.

My head was getting clearer and clearer.

What? But I'm not dead yet?

I couldn't smell or feel any pain at all.

The only thing that was really annoying was the growling.

"Who are you?"

I asked the unidentified person.

He did not open his mouth, but he seemed to be able to communicate telepathically.

- You are the firstborn. "You are the firstborn and you must show them clearly what the dignity of the firstborn is! Do you understand?

"Firstborn? Our eldest son is correct, but..." ....... Do you know me?'

It was the first time I heard my grandfather's voice.

My grandfather left the world early when I was very young .

Oh!" My heart is bursting at the seams for the adulterous, sordid, shady snakes and their shadow children. Hey! You've done the best you can for the children of heaven, and now you're wagging your tails at the neighbor's dogs? The neighbor's dogs are laughing at us!

The old man's thunderous cry rang through my eardrums.

The words were alive and raw, but impossible to interpret.

I don't know what it was, but it sure made me mad.

I'm not even halfway through my character.

Yay, yay, yay, ...... never forget what you've done today, never forgive your enemies for being absolutely as big and broad and nosy as Jesus or Buddha, and for imitating saints like a sick man!

Yes, yes~. I live in a world where I'm too busy to eat.

I sold such nosiness a long time ago and bought ramen noodles and ate them .

Jesus and Buddha came out.

They seemed to be close or know each other well.

Those children who are bad even once can't change their mistakes and become good forever! Be sure to keep that in mind! Make sure the children of the snake and the shadow never fool around again! Clean and organize the vases I've piled up for thousands of years! Or else.... .... You think you can keep up with me for five thousand years!

My grandfather's threatening behavior is not going well .

I'm dead and I couldn't die again.

Let's go now.

The old man, who was playing the drums and putting on a show by himself, said he was going.

I was not disappointed at all.

I was just fuzzy-headed.

Ah! And I put one present in there before I went.

You're going? Go where? What present?

It was like a con artist.

Is the Grim Reaper voice phishing, too? I doubted it.

So many questions popped into my head and disappeared.

It was something I couldn't do to begin with, but I had to include it because my abilities were very short. Hey! But the child of the Mountain King Mother of Chiri-San (Chiri-San) was embarrassingly beaten by children, and gold-bound... ....... Live well! It's the age of 100, when man's years and days are as short as a nose hair. So enjoy the music to your heart's content~ Just process what I tell you to do and live your life on your own~ Life wasn't that big of a deal when I lived it~"

What! 

I was convinced that my grandpa had lost his mind.

I was convinced that my grandpa had lost his mind. There was no chance of me being able to survive with the back of my head cracked open.

Even in death, my heart was full.

"I didn't have the chance to do any good deeds while I was alive, but I accomplished something important.

Let the little one live, too. .......

He caused a crosswalk accident while driving and also left a small amount of insurance money for his parents.

I'm a filial son, but every year I ask for pizza and chicken for the ritual!

If you can afford it, please give me a draft beer instead of a can.

Thank you very, very much for everything.

"From Taesan Chang, my poor son.

I filled my heart with the last war wound in my head.

A few tears came to my eyes.

What? What? What's this hot, damp, watery feeling I'm getting now?

Roll! Roll, roll, roll!

Suddenly, the roar of the alarm clock sounded violently at my bedside.

"Ah!"

I screamed at the horrible luminescent noise and sat up.

I woke up with a start.

"......?"

What? My body is moving.

The old bulldozer's voice was gone.

There was a light in my eyes.

Things were slowly entering my retinas.

Here was a familiar space: .......

What is this?

It's a small room the size of a snot bubble.

It's a room across the street from where I lived in the country in high school.

My room was small and cramped, with dirty wallpaper and the smell of dirt.

One old computer, a hanger .......

The calendar of a large agricultural cooperative hanging next to my desk naturally caught my eye.

It read, "2...... July 2006?"

Continue … 

It was a day in July 2020 when I hit my head in a car accident.

I was 32 years old .

It was the beginning of a sad year in which testosterone was surrounded by stress and female hormones, and I lost my morning tent.

Well now, .......

"Go......, gopilly?"

I saw the textbooks and question papers plugged into the desk.

I could also see my old bag and summer uniform.

It overlapped with my memories of the past.

The Habitat of Dull Males

It was the site of the hardships I had cried out for alone during my adolescence.

Now a piece of memory came to mind, a piece of the memory of napping and sleeping in a corner of the room of memories.

"'Eh ...........................' ... Really, what is this?"

I woke up with a start.

I couldn't believe it when I saw it.

But the sensation was too vivid.

The rough bedding cloth and the stench of stinking males spoke to me that my senses were normal.

A hand went casually to his face.

"Ah!"

He pinched his face hard, and a hint of pain came over him.

The tingling was so intense that even the green chili was gone.

"Oh my God, Park!"

The hands and feet I could see were as plump as they had been when I was on the reins.

The hands and feet I could see were as plump as they had been when I was on the reins, just as I remembered them from my childhood.

It was the Hanafuda era of 2006, which remained only as a photo memory.

My body trembled.

The unbelievable reality complicated my mind.

"Then how old are you now?"

I waved my finger and counted my age since it was a forgotten past.

"Eighteen!"

Eighteen, the legendary age of "nothing to fear."

"Are you sure you're not dreaming?"

My body shuddered .

An excruciating shock hit my whole body secondarily.

"Grandpa wasn't a glass?"

It was all too vivid to be a prophetic dream that I had once lived in the future.

It all replayed, even the sadness of being rejected by a drunk at my first college party.

The memory of being beaten up by a senior in the army and beaten behind the toilet was also vivid.

The lonely sorrow of those who couldn't find a job at the graduation ceremony of the university also came to mind.

The joy of getting my first paycheck at work!

The love that made my heart tremble!

Thirty-two years of intersecting joy and sorrow flashed through my mind.

"What in the world is the truth!"

That said, it took a punch to the cheek of common sense to believe in this moment.

This was a major event that existed in novels and movies.

How could a person die and regress to the past again?

Crack!

"Ah!"

I punched him on the cheek again to confirm, and intense pain hit me.

Oh, it hurt.

It wasn't Gura.

"'My God. Are you sure it's a regression lotto?"

My body twitched and shook.

It was like a 9 on the Richter scale earthquake.

My body swayed.

It was an unbelievable reality.

"So we can go to school again?"

I automatically thought of my high school days in my saved memory.

It was too vivid, like watching a movie. No, not a past life!

It was the high school days when I was just living my life.

"......"

My face turned red.

It was a time when I was walking steadily through the unethical course of an excellent grade, a loser who was too ordinary to think for himself.

I spent a lot of time sketching out everything.

I spent most of my time at school, spinning novels with the kids and sleeping.

It was a time when smart phones were not widely available.

After class, I ran to the internet cafe and ran Starcraft.

At home, I used puberty as an excuse to rebel.

I borrowed novels instead of exam books and giggled.

I wasn't stupid.

Based on the basic skills I had honed in junior high school, I maintained mid-range grades at a prestigious local high school.

My dreams and foresight for the future were sold off for gaming money and books.

"It's really .............................. embarrassing.

Embarrassment was just my role at this moment in time.

Having made such a vain life a cornerstone, I could see the next course.

"'By the way, another college entrance exam...'!"

As soon as I thought of Shuno, the memory was suddenly summoned to my mind.

"Oh! Ooh! Oh!"

Suddenly there was a scream.

I covered my mouth with my hand and suppressed the scream.

"I can think of everything, everything!

What the hell am I supposed to do with this?

All the Shuno problems came up in my mind.

When I was a ronin, I unfortunately tried to solve all the questions of the Shugaku-ryoku test.

This included the essay questions of each university.

It was a disappointing and regrettable past, so I struggled.

It was a problem that had passed, but I did my best to solve it.

Four, the bar exam too..." ...float away!"

Even while studying for the bar exam, I had memorized all the questions that had already appeared in the past.

This included not only the first round but also the second round questions.

Knowing the existing questions was the basis of all my studies.

Next year, even if I took the test right now, I could get the highest score possible.

Damn, this isn't a dream, is it?

I calmed my trembling heart and hands.

I was sure it wasn't a dream.

I could see the questions from each year in my mind.

I was a moving bar examiner.

"Yes! I even bought some stocks!"

When I was working at a brokerage firm, I got hooked on the world of stocks.

As a computer operator, I looked at countless graphs after the close of trading hours.

Errors in securities calculations could mean the end of a company.

I also tried my hand at stocks and various other products.

In order to be hired as a full-time employee, I had to study for the three financial certifications: Securities, Funds and Derivatives Investment Counselor.

I prepared to trade not only the Kospi, KOSDAQ (over-the-counter market) and foreign stock index futures, interest rate futures, currency futures, commodity futures, but also options derivatives and FX margin trading.

He worked very hard to study to become a full-time employee in his own right.

When I got home, I ticked off the days I couldn't do it in my rooftop room on a graph.

The basis of being a stockbroker was, after all, a graph.

I even pulled out a graph of stock prices from the wall of my room and used it as wallpaper.

With a small amount of money, he also tried to buy stocks that the staff at the brokerage firm had recommended.

I made a lot of money, but then I got caught up in a stock operation and blew up.

"It was the most passionate moment of my life.

"It was the most passionate moment of my life. ...."

This was not a lotto, but a superball that had been accumulated about ten times.

I believed my grandfather when he said, "I eagerly rubbed the Mirror of Power Heaven."

I had thought that going back to the past was a fiction in my imagination that could only be done in a novel, but it had become reality.

I looked up and looked around my room again.

"'What was the bonus present Grandpa gave you?'

Poof!

As soon as the words were finished, an intense light fell in the air.

Whoa! It's so bright!

Eyeball terrorism ensued.

And .......

"I'm going to teach you the Five Elements of Taiji. I'm going to teach you the Five Elements of Tai Chi and the Dual Intention Heart Technique.

"What?"

I thought my eyes were blurry, and suddenly there was a Taoist sitting in front of me with a fluttering white beard.

Wheezing.

I thought the wind was blowing, but in no time at all I was at the top of a huge rocky mountain.

The time was just as the sun was rising.

White clouds hung below the mountain, giving it a mysterious atmosphere.

It looked like a world where the Immortals were running around and playing.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

The environment had changed so much that even the demon god was dazed.

It was a spatial shift that occurred again in an extraordinary situation of regression.

"Me? The Director of Fresh Healthcare, Mr. Chung Ryung Shin."

"What? Shi, are you the Director of Fresh Healthcare?"

I started to feel dizzy.

I had never heard of Fresh Healthcare before.

"Let's hurry up. If they find out this is an illegal extracurricular activity, we'll have to shut down the business!

"Gulp!"

I didn't know how the hell it worked.

I was not familiar with the words "fresh health care," "extracurricular activities," or "Tenryu Shintai.

"I'm not sure how the hell it works. ....... Why does your body have such amazing takugi?"

Tenryujin-kun stared at me and furrowed his brow .

. "Huh? You think I like musculature?"

I hadn't heard that before.

"'Stop eating dinner at night. It'll break your bones."

"......."

Son of a bitch, he got right to the point from the start.

My face burned.

"Eat your ramen just right. Your blood will rot."

This is outrageous.

What the hell are the unemployed supposed to eat to survive in a world where money is scarce?

"Close your eyes. Shall we get this over with?

The Director of Health Care looked around.

He was cautious because he couldn't see anything from the mountaintop.

"Isn't it dangerous to handle something like this on your own?"

A life dead and reborn, I didn't want to get blown away in one shot.

"'Extracurricular, don't you know the big three?" Quick! Precise! Nucleus!

"Ah!

Oh, my God, this is ridiculous.

I'm sitting on my ***.

"You've seen what I've seen."

The Tian Long Divine Army showed a mocking expression.

If you see it in martial arts movies or novels, you'll see it.

"'Using imposters will make you terribly ill.

Ah! Fake!

I forgot to say it on the spur of the moment.

A fresh healthcare director must have been a legitimate one.

"Let's get started."

I felt the palm of the self-proclaimed Heavenly Dragon Lord's hand from behind me along with the horse.

"'We'll start at the famous gate and go around the front yard a hundred times, all the way to the forest vein. After the Great Wine Spring, I want you to eat as you please.

"''How about it?

"Hey! I've got something like that. Let's go!

There it is!

What's this? Why can I hear the sound of waves on my back?

"......"

"'Fuzzy-headed seemed to be the word for such a moment.

Sweat trickled down my body.

At the same time, sour and dirty juice seeped out.

"It wasn't a lie. Wow, it really is ........"

I had nothing to say.

I had really learned the heart method of Miss Taiji Wu Xing.

Singsong - the illegal extracurricular activities of the Director of Health Care, the climbing board and the front bloodstream flew.

I thought I was going to die.

The blood passage gave me the feeling of forcing a large glue roll into my small mouth.

My blood vessels swelled up as if they were about to burst, but the Tenryu Shintai didn't stop.

When tears and snot covered the front of his eyes in pain, he said.

He said it would grow so fast it would hurt.

It was definitely not the Director of Health Care, but the Director of the Illegal Treatment Center.

I spent a long few days there, unable to talk to him because of his grip on my blood.

But the effect was mantan.

My whole body was flooded with yellow liquid.

Every time I went around the Suzhou River, my bloodline became harder and wider.

My muscles were good, but I had lived in a world so rotten that my body was also rotten with the accompanying growth.

So, as soon as the painful soju fountain was over, I woke up.

Then I saw the inside of my room.

Obviously, I had seen the sun rise many times, but time had not passed at all.

"Is this possible? It can't, can it?

I let out a sigh of emptiness in the empty room.

No one answered.

However, as a result of Suzhou River, I could casually feel the inner edge of my lower stomach.

The cotton T-shirt I was wearing was full of yellow liquid.

The dream and reality were all one.

My mind was imprinted with the Tai Chi Five Elements method of operating the mind.

Not only that, but as a service, I also taught him a martial art called "Taiji Wu Xing Liuyi Fist.

However, it could only be used by those who practiced the "Tai Chi Five Elements of the Heart Method.

As I practiced, I was able to use not only my fists but also all the weapons in my hands at will.

I've heard that's not commonplace .

Where are you from?

Then Tenryujin-kun asked with a chuckle.

What comes to mind when you think of Taiji?

I blinked my eyes and said quietly, taking a kepom.

"He said, taking the kepom quietly, "You mean the former independent Changmen who fought for four days and three nights to send the leader of the Ma Sect to the finish line and won the Grand Prize for the 3,233rd Jade Emperor Actor's Fable of his time? Hey, ......."

It was a false history, so it was not confirmed.

But the ability was certain.

The high cost of illegal extracurricular activities was very effective.

This was why he seemed to be taking the high-priced extracurricular classes in Jiangnan.

"Oh. Is this all the *** in my body?"

The foul-smelling liquid on his white cotton t-shirt and jersey raised an eyebrow.

It was in a state that could only be elephantine when washed with Lux.

I got up from my seat.

The world was spelled out in this glass, but it felt 100% real.

It could have been a dream.

Just the fact that I was back again made me feel like I had the world all to myself."

"'Truly, poverty is painted on the backwaters.

It was a tattered living room assigned to me at home when I started junior high school.

Under a rusty tin roof, this room was hot in summer and icy in winter.

I saw one old computer and the 4M speed KT Internet that his father had installed to power the "In-Gun".

It was a rural area, not a city, so the internet was connected by telephone lines.

It had also been installed a month ago.

"A cellar loan 500 with 64 megs of ram, 4 megs of graphics, and 10 gigabytes of hardware downloaded Windows 98 and Hangul 97... Huh, such an ancient Korean relic... ...."

The stored memory data came into view by itself.

The monitor was also a bulging 17 inches.

It was my most expensive valuables.

Looking at the computer, I began to feel real again.

As the sun rose, the room began to heat up.

I took a break, but there were no make-up classes.

It was only at this time, due to the protests of all the teachers working at the school, that supplementary classes for vacations were abolished.

"Let's start with a clean slate.

The physical discomfort was horrible.

The copper smell filled the room.

I grabbed my clothes and held the door to my room.

"Tessan~I have to eat breakfast~"

Just then, I heard my mother's voice coming from outside.

"Mom ......"

Hearing my mother's voice, which warmed my heart for the rest of my life, was the best thing that could have happened to me when I came back to life to die and hear it again.

She was the one who never gave up on me even when I failed the bar exam and was living as a ronin in Seoul.

The mother who always texted me morning and night to tell me to eat.

I would be grateful if I could just hear her voice. She was the mother I had talked to.

In the past, when I was on vacation as a child, my mother's voice was like a petulant voice.

It was annoying in the morning when she stayed up late reading novels or playing games.

But that was not the case now.

"Yes, mother. I'm going to take a bath."

The saranje had a small bathroom attached to it.

My father had installed it since my adolescent twin sisters were in the main house.

"Rice~rice!" Mom, rice!"

The cups of rice and foodstuffs supplemented in Seoul were not the lowly meal ticket rice.

The "rice of mother's love" that I had nurtured with all my heart in our vegetable garden called to me.

The memory spat in my mouth.

I walked into the old bathroom.

"Are you tall too?" In the meantime?"

I couldn't believe it, but after an illegal extracurricular activity in my dream, I became a little taller too.

My shoulders also widened even more, probably due to the influence of the big alcohol spring.

There was something unfamiliar about my reflection in the bathroom window glass.

"My skin plumped up.

It was completely different from my thick, pre-mortem appearance.

Unlike back then, the flesh protruded when plucked.

My body, filled with express collagen, sobbed.

It was my body, but it didn't look like my body.

"'Is this all dregs of your body?'

The yellowish-black liquid on the taut skin was sticky .

The effects of illicit extracurricular activities in a dream are the best.

"Tsahhhh."

I poured cold water over my body and scrubbed with soap.

I used the soap many times to see how hard it was.

My water is very refreshing.

It was so refreshing that I felt faint because it was underground water.

That's how I took a bath.

Then I put on a cotton t-shirt and short pants and went as I saw.

"Oh! Nice~"

It was a soke started by a 10th generation ancestor.

I could see the rich mountains behind and to the left and right of the house.

The house was over a hundred years old, with a tiled roof, and a lawn garden carefully tended by his mother.

I was welcomed by a water supply on one side of which I had climbed a tree as a child.

My father's tiller, built next to the gate, was also familiar to me.

The hot, flickering fire announced the climax of summer.

"Huh."

I took a long, drawn-out breath.

It wasn't the annoying PM2.5 filled air of Seoul.

I felt my lungs clearing.

It's a taste of country life.

I was relaxed a little bit, having been so absorbed in the charm of my hometown that I had never known before.

"What's wrong with you, son?

"What? No, I like the sun.

"Come in quickly. The soup will get cold.

"Yes!

I saw her mother.

She looked tired, as if she had been to the orchard early in the morning.

Then she looked at me and smiled.

When I was in elementary school, she was the most beautiful of all the guardian mothers.

Even now, her graceful figure was not that of a country lady.

"Mom!"

She called her mother and ran to her and hugged her forcefully.

Her mother was surprised by the charm that she usually didn't have.

"What's with the big guy? He's disgusting.

My mother, who was now shorter than me, said teasingly.

"I'm the most beautiful mother in the world.

The way she spoke naturally became childlike.

"Pii, your father is not the only one.

My mother smiled with her wrinkled eyes.

My mother, who had once been famous in this village for her beauty, fell to her knees before the years.

But to my eyes, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

"She was the most beautiful woman in the world in my eyes. No matter how you look at it, my mother is not a country girl."

She said that she was a graduate of the painting department of Hongin University, the tower of art departments in Korea.

Before coming to the country, my mother had never pulled a single weed, but now she is a farmer.

Whenever she had a hard time, she would fall asleep for days.

She said, "Where is my constitution? The farmer is there so we can all eat."

I asked him, "Why is your father so happy? Your mother sold the country in a previous life, didn't she? There is no way my father could have saved the world.... ...."

"Huh? Ho-ho-ho." "I am the princess of Leprechaun who sold out her country.

My mother chuckled in amusement.

It was the first time in a long time that I had seen my mother's hearty laughter, and it made me feel good.

"''Mother, I'll only let you walk on the flower path from now on.

In the past, I would have complained to my good mother at this time.

I would have complained to my good mother about the meatless side dishes that she served me every day.

I messed with my missing allowance.

He didn't help with the farm work because he said he had to study even though his parents were working.

I felt so sorry for him.

"'Son. Even if you like your mother, let's eat dinner now.

"Oh! I'm sorry, sir. You were hugging your mother without your father's permission.

"Oh, yes. Your father's jealousy is not half bad.

Mom and I sat down at the table.

It was a wooden room with a cool breeze blowing.

A bowl of rice like the servants' rice, a bowl of fragrant tenjangjigae with tanish, a bowl of light bean sprout kimchi soup, freshly picked cucumbers and gochujang (red pepper paste), freshly boiled anchovies, and ripening yorum kimchi were all on the table.

My eyes became enraptured.

"'What a precious table...' ....'

My head cracked open and I almost smelled the aroma.

It was a mother's sincerity that I would never taste again if I didn't catch the lotto of sudden regression.

He put a spoonful of refreshing bean sprout kimchi soup into his mouth.

"Wow! Mom, it's really good! The spicy yet cold taste is the death of Hae Jang! Mom, why don't you try a restaurant instead of farming? Why don't you start a restaurant instead of farming? You'll be a big hit if you build a bean sprout soup shop.

"Hangover? How can someone who's never even had a drink know what it tastes like?"

"'Son, you've grown up. How can you not know what alcohol tastes like?"

"Son. Lie is sane like his father."

'"No lie, but ......".'

When I was in college, I was old enough to be considered a drinker in my own right.

The years came back, but I was in my thirties, knowing the taste of a hangover.

"''But why is this house so poor?

The kitchen and wooden floor of the old converted house caught my eye.

It didn't look much different from what I had seen when I went back to the country before I died.

It was the height of squalor.

There was nothing completely new, from the small refrigerator and old rice cooker that were almost 20 years old, which his mother had purchased when she came to marry him, to the chopsticks.

The state of the household he was entering now.

Tears were trying to hide the front.

"'I need to make some money. .......'

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