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About to return, the sky suddenly began to cloud, and the north wind blew, and even sleet began to spray. Dolsoe was afraid that the precious bull would get hit by the snow, so he entered the tavern by the road and it was a couple of hours easy. Fortunately, the snow stopped shortly. It was not yet dark, so Dolsoe hurried along with the bull. Because I thought I could come home before dark if I went fast. However, the short winter sun didn't even come half way, so it started to set. It might have been dark earlier because it was cloudy. Dolsoe looked at the cruel sky, muttered to himself, and stroked the cow's back quietly. It's cold and the road is dark, but can you break it? Come on, let's go. The cow must have understood what Dolsoe was muttering to herself, so he walked fast. When I tried to turn around a hillside after coming for some time, a black guy the size of a cat suddenly jumped out of the forest next to the road, and fell on the snow and kneeled down and kept bowing. Mr. Dolsoe, please save me At first, Dolsoe, who was surprised, stopped talking like this and looked closely, and compared to his body, his face was black, his ears were towering, and his tail was small, so he looked like a monkey or a dog. What is this? The dolsoe was a little surprised.

When the sleet fell, Dolsoe, afraid that the precious bull would be hit by snow, entered the tavern, rested, and left in a hurry after the snow stopped.

It's been a while. The father sniffed softly and annoyingly, and motioned for his son to come as soon as he closed his eyes. "Pray! It's useless, but do it if you want to. But you are cuter than God to me. Melting your cold father's hand...…." The previous injection held my father's hand and cried. It was late at night, and Jeon Seong-cheol, the former prime minister, passed away. There was a reputation for being a little stingy, but Mando was mourning the death of Jeon Dae-gwa, who was once a returnee. Ancestors gathered like clouds. The former governor was greeted by blind ancestors in a crowded place where he didn't know what was what. In fact, the former governor, who jumped from a small merchant on the street to the eldest son of a master, couldn't tell what was what. He was only trying to be supported by God. The first thing Jeon Ju-ju did after he entered the new presidential office was to pay 500,000 won to the city under the name of his father's Yuji to create a large public hall. The public hall was named Seongcheolgwan. All the people gathered at the ceremony of the fall of the town hall and blessed the soul of the former generation who did not exist. After participating in the ceremony with a smile on his face, Jeon returned to his house and said to his wife. "Honey wife, how can I be so happy to be able to buy such an honor with so much money? Oh, my father...… Let us pray, my dear." In this way, while living with money and glory, he never lived in luxury. No, I couldn't live in luxury. His stomach couldn't digest the fatty meat. When he rode a rickshaw, his feet were numb and he couldn't stand it. As in his previous business, he ate vegetables, ate five-pancake cigarettes, and walked on a 10-ri road. And all of his wealth's income was spent on charity.

Jeon Sung-chul, a former minister of the department who asked his son Jeon Ju-ju to pray, passed away.

It was late at night that their brews came out to make rice cakes. My husband thumped into a mortar. But there is no sieve. It's better not to do it because I'm walking around the town and borrowing it. "Why did you sit here. Let's make a fire. "My husband, who is sitting in a daze because he lost his energy while steaming rice cakes, is not bitter. What's he thinking about when he's tightening up the rest of his life. He tapped Sakjeong with a sickle and threw it, and Anhae was secretly in a hurry. The chicken hit two perches before it became a rice cake. Anhae wore Siru and her husband put his seat in the armpit. And go up the dark mountain path. It took some time up the slope to lay the bean field. It was a block surrounded by a black mountain towering in front. The zelkova jujube trees let their hair down as a wildcat. When the husband stops manure without knowing the head of the field, he looks at the safety behind him. "Patience. Then stand still here-" He takes the shillu and hugs it with one arm, and he climbs up to the bean field alone. What's piled up in front of us seems to be looking for a stone that will make the dirt go around the dirt. Ahn Hae ran up from the top of his head and helped him because he was worried that he would have a cough. "Get in the wrong way. "Why do you come up and meet my request?" When the husband held his body evenly, he shouted and poked Ahnhae's. She's already telling me to die, but unfortunately, she's a girl. He rattled into the field. set up in the middle of the field and placed a steamer on it. And in front of Siru, it is polite and cultivated with sincerity.

Her husband, who sat blankly while steaming the rice cake while squeezing the remaining child, felt uncomfortable, but when his body was about to crumble, Ahn Hae freaked out and supported him.

The people of Ildong-ri and the workers of the house of Inga gathered to light the fire, but all of them did not know what to do, and only ran and ran. In the meantime, not only the fence but also the two large houses that were standing in the fence were half burnt down. There were two shadows jumping out of the middle of the field where several people came and went from this fire. One is a tall man, and one is a small woman. Seeing this in the backwood, Moon Seo-bu ran down toward the two shadows. He jumped all over the place. The poison rose so high that his eyes flashed in the light showed nothing but these two shadows. "Ugh." The shadow of Jangjeong, who stood in front of him, fell to the ground when Moon Seo-bu went through several people and stood in front of the two shadows. At that time, the axe, which was already in Moon Seo-gu's hand, was stuck in Jang Jeong-in's head. There was a shadow of a young woman in the arms of Seo-gu, who took off the axe and bit it. Yong-rye... The people who stood together in the wind, or rushed away or fell backward and trembled. Yong-rye also embraced the fall. "Yongrye! Don't be surprised! It's me! It's my dad! Yong-rye!" Moon Seo-bu held his daughter in his arms, and hot tears fell from his eyes, which had been poisoned, as his chest that had been filled with evil until now was released. Even in this sad state, his heart was happy and cool. Giving heaven and earth was not likely to change that joy. The joy! The joy wasn't just the joy of holding a daughter. When one's own power, which was believed to be small, breaks down an ironclad wall and satisfies one's demands, one receives infinite joy and impulse.

Two large houses were also half-burned while the Ildong-ri people and the workers of the house of Inga were at a loss.

His life was straightforward and simple. I've been living for 10 years as a non-stop tool like Suncheon's pipe, which makes me smoke by putting cigarettes in my hand, putting them in my hand, putting them in my hand, putting them in my mouth, and hitting my legs. He lived without any interference with the outside world. Therefore, he did not know that it was the world. If I knew, I only thought that other people would just eat, work, and run errands if I ordered them to do errands. Therefore, he had never thought of the future. He was just gracious (he was deeply indebted to the Buddha of Suncheon inspiration) and was going to live by obeying the work of Suncheon inspiration with care for his whole life. Living like that, there was nothing very difficult or difficult in the world, and on the other hand, there was nothing fun and happy to feel. I've never been friendly to others, and I've never been affectionate to others. But he wasn't the original lowlife. As the environment changed and physiological changes occurred, the buds of justice began to sprout in his mind. That was when Oksum came into his living area. From the day Oksum came up, his heart seemed to be delighted for nothing.

As such, there was nothing difficult or difficult in the world to live in obedience for a lifetime in old Suncheon, but there was nothing fun and happy about.

Cho was embarrassed as if he were swollen with fire in his face. Moreover, I thought that Makgaek Sousam, who was also insulted at this place where he looked down from the object, would rather die. "Hello." "Yes - Lee." "Take that hand and let him stay in Sucheongbang." "Yes - Lee." The government official like Beomgangjangdari pushes Cho's back and drives him out. Mr. Cho was forced to rush to the Sucheongbang. However, it was better to die than to sit in the Sucheongbang and wait for the disposition. So when I was about to go out of the English language right away, I came out after Seori Hani and said, "Hello."…?……." "Satdo will give Lao-tzu and tell him to go to Seoul soon," he said, giving up money. Mr. Cho did not receive the money. He said, "You must have come 500 miles to get Nohjatang. I'll go back to thank you for being poor." and came out. The somewhat awkward feeling was relieved. However, it was true that Laozi was not there, and it was also true that his legs hurt and he couldn't move. "It's hard to beg," he said, and decided to come back to the guest house where he stayed overnight and take a day off. Pyongyang in spring was better, but Pyongyang in autumn was more worth seeing. However, Cho's current circumstances do not allow him to see it, so he has no intention of doing so. So lying on the lower neck, a great man who was writing something down on the upper neck said, "You look like an old man who came for the first time, but you should go out to see Geumsugangsan Mountain. Why are you lying down?"

Cho, who thinks it is worse to be insulted than to die when looking down at a random guest, was pushed out by a government official.

"How do you mean?" Jung Saeng-won does not know Deok-soe's feelings and passes over the person who will become a groom. "He's a little old, but he's already saved 200 won by buying a farmhand. So 100 won is sent to the fortune teller's house and 100 won is taken to get married. Why don't you hurry up and take the money and go to Janggae? Hahahaha." Deoksoe bowed her head and walked down the street, rethinking the face of Jeomrye, who was white in the moonlight last night. On that day, Deoksoe sat down with an unprecedented appetite for dinner, and Jeomrye came to borrow a mortar again. Deoksoe pretended not to know and crept up and came out of the sari gate to wait for the fortune-telling. Jeomrye was talking with Deoksoe's mother inside, and when she saw Deoksoe leaving, she came out as if she were following her. "What did you say last night?" Deoksoe blocked the road, but killed the sound and threatened like this. "What am I hungry about?" Jeomrye is also pouting, but she opens her left eye and looks closely at Deoksoe. The two of them are silent for a while, and Deok-so suddenly asks, "Are you married?" as if they are asking. Jeomrye bowed her head and there was no answer. He didn't talk for a while, and then he said, "Why do you have thorns? Why do you marry such a furry man? Come to Korea……" Deok-soe's voice became a little softer. But the divination is still silent. Deoksoe took a step closer to the point. "Don't marry me." Jeomrye was only touching the chi-mat pus, and after a long time, she said, "How about Gredu? …… He said, "I received money." There is no clutter or strength in the sound of a ball.

Deoksoe came out of the sari gate and waited for Jeomrye, who came to borrow a mortar, and Jeomrye recovered as if she was following Deoksoe out.

"Look at me. Please accept mine earlier." Seong-sam shouted with courage. All the snow in the office gathered there. If Seong-sam was a person made of snow or ice, all the eyes would have melted him. "No. Go ahead and get a load of stone...…." The first high-color clerk opens his eyes and says. "I must go early……." Seong-sam begged again. There was only another sharp sound, "No...." Seong-sam couldn't say anything again, so he took the entire rice paddy and went out to pick up rocks with several people. Appearing before his eyes was the pale face of his sick son. The cheekbones that stand tall on the parched cheeks without a single flesh, the sunken eyes, the black eyes, and the burnt lips, nothing hurts Sung-sam's chest. He wanted to run without looking back on Dozoni and put a sip of water into the lips of his poor son, who was out of breath. The more I thought about it, the more crazy it was. On the other hand, there was no idea that it would be better to know such a pathetic sight, but when I thought about this miserable end, I was even more anxious when I thought about it. However, the threat of life led him to pick up rocks. He pushed the stone hard. As if a stone is taking the life of its own child...…. Or as if it's life threatening……. But Plains C was a field of very few stones. It was such a fertile field.

The clerk said no to Seong-sam, who begged him to go early, and Seong-sam went out to pick up the stone without saying anything again.

While these days were repeated mischievously, Seung-ok's existence suddenly disappeared from school. Soon after that, few of the companions were seen. However, Inho had no energy at all and lived with a dark face every day. As the examination date was imminent, he refused to do so no matter how many times the school urged him to do so. Then one day, he was led to the beach by his homeroom teacher. This is the beach where I walked with Namsun. After walking without a word for a long time, the homeroom teacher drew a sigh of inspiration, and then said, "Inho, there are only two days left until the Ingen test," and remained silent for a while, saying, "I will quit watching this semester, too. I think I'll quit and go to xx." Inho quietly looked at his homeroom teacher's face. He has also become very emaciated in recent times. The homeroom teacher sneaks away from Inho's gaze and looks toward the sea. Inho quietly thought about his insides. He must have sighed at night, staring at the faintly flickering star in the sky like himself. The back of the homeroom teacher looking out at the sea looks indescribably lonely and lonely. At the same time, I feel a sense of longing that I have never felt before. "Teacher, I'm leaving the ship tonight." The homeroom teacher just looks out at the distant sea and quietly draws another long sigh. That night the boy boarded a southbound steamer. The only person who came out was the homeroom teacher. His figure, standing alone on the pier and looking out, seemed unmatched lonely.

The homeroom teacher said he would work until this semester and quit, and Inho quietly thought about his insides.

At that time, the wife cried and hung on her husband's arm. Even when her husband, who has a strong surname and a poison, kicked his wife and hit her recklessly without listening to the police, Soon-i hung on her husband's arm without any minor resistance or a word of resentment and begged to "live together." When the police officer who was interrogating pointed out and asked, "Don't you want to live with this person?" Sooni let out the police officer as if it were a rude sound. "If you can't live with this person, you'd rather die." This was Sooni's answer. When asked, "What if this person doesn't want to live with you?" Soon-yi left the police officer and headed to her husband. "Honey, I'll just live with you as I'm told to do anything." "Why did you run away behind such a frugal husband?" Soon-i trembled only once when the officer asked like this. A compromise was reached between the ministries. He decided to live again due to the police's mediation and mutual affection. And the Buddha left the police station side by side. When I left the police station, a policeman jokingly asked Sooni this. "Isn't the grasshopper a bad guy? At that time, Soon-i glanced at her husband for a moment and shook her head with excitement to the inspector so that she could not be seen by her husband, indicating that she was also not hated. When she was asked by her husband outside the police station why she ran away, Soon-i begged her not to say it again, but did not answer the question. But when I got home, I said this.

Soon-i clung to her husband's arm to ask him to live with her without resentment even though her husband, who had a strong surname and poison, beat her recklessly.

After hearing the answer from the president of the charity association, he left the office in the shape of a person who had lost something, watched the play for the rest of the night, and returned to his place. The next day, Renjun, who barely recovered his reason as a scientist, searched the passenger list there for the first company that sent the ship to Shinho, Japan, at 10 p.m. last night. However, it was a pedestal of Mackenzie, and instead of having no Eastern name, the name Miss Young was clearly written. Mrs. Mackenzie's name was nothing more than the name Miss Young temporarily put on her stomach, and Miss Young left for Japan last night, and she knew that Mrs. Mackenzie must be Miss Young at the charity play, but there was more suspicion and no light was seen. "Miss Young, what kind of person are you? "What is your identity that you can't catch, like a cloud, as a dancer in a dance hall today and a college assistant professor tomorrow?" In one corner of Injun's mind, who was relatively bold about the woman, became more interested in this bizarre woman, Miss Young. One day, I dreamed of going to see a horse race with Miss Young, and the next day, I even blushed myself. Miss Young, who is related to Injun, visited Kyungsung Injun's apartment under the declaration that she was also a Joseon person.

Renjun once blushed after dreaming of Miss Young, and suddenly Miss Young visited Renjun's apartment, saying she was also Joseon.

To make matters worse, a prince was born from Seol's body. And rather than loving Seol, the king loved only the prince from Seol's body, and if anything, the prince would become a crown prince. Here, the two empresses of the first[il] and the second[i] became fierce, and the Japanese were bought and consistently framed the prince of the birth of the Seol clan to the golden king Geum. At first, King Zomce did not believe Tong-jeong's words, but he was finally deceived by Tong-jeong's trenches and decided to kill Lee Seol and the prince of his birth. However, Seol was killed by a royal priest, but the prince was spared because his nanny had taken it out in advance. Instead, because it was too much in the midst of the boom, the nanny misbehaved and stabbed him in the right eye and became a one-eyed person. Even though he has one eye like this, his life is definitely alive, so he is probably still alive somewhere until now. However, he has not appeared on the surface of the world for decades since he secretly fled in his arms. Now the king is the father of the body to this prince, but he is also a prisoner who killed his mother. Right now, the first queen is just an enemy of your mother There is no other source. A boy standing in this position about the royal family must be growing up somewhere on his forehead now. Rather than this happening, the Great War was always piled up in anxiety. And also, the political situation in Silla was very dizzying, rather than having such a dizzying event domestically.

The king was deceived by the travesty of Tongjeong, and Mr. Seol died by Wangsa, but the prince was saved from death by his nanny in advance.

It is a mountain cooperative that is far from the village and people, which has also entered from Bakjunggol. It is a place where the mountain lanterns are spread, the sun is well warmed in the sunny side, a stream flows in the valley, and tree fruits are open to the stream. The sheep came to plant trees I took a nap several times. They lit a fire by the stream and baked ears of corn from the field. My stomach swelled with dead Agbae and Sansa, ripened by the trees and branches found in the bushes. The dragonfly, which collected leaves and dug into them, was not very cold. The next day, while wandering around the mountain, I found a honeycomb hanging on a branch of Juyeong tree. He smoldering cigarette smoke to break down a swarm of bees and pulled out of the house. It was filled with clear honey. It seems that people are meant to live. Honey has become a little bit of a treat. It was farmed for many days with the dog. On the night before yesterday, when the honey was not out, a forest fire was seen on the other side of the mountain. A bright red flame rose close to the darkness. It is only known that it started burning during the day when it entered at night. It seemed to part like a mulberry leaf eaten by a silkworm, but the gisaeng was burning in one place. The flame that fluttered like the tip of the monkfish's tongue was beautiful in the world. It is finer and more magnificent than the flowers under the wool, than the silk, and than the rainbow, than the mandrami. Jung-sil was unknowingly excited and carried a club along the mountain ridge, crossed the valley, and was dragged into the place where the fire was lit. It was quite far from what seemed close. The fire was surrounded by mountains and burned down into the valley. I couldn't get close because the fire broke out. It was hot and humid. The roots of the trees splashed and the ground clattered. The outstanding birch tree was turned into a fire tree like a coral tree due to fire on its branches. Everyone who rides in vain came earlier. Jung-sil had no choice but to swing her body uselessly and spin around the rim of the fire. The fire was out of force. It was certainly worth going. I got a scorched roe deer. The roe deer, which could not get out of the fire border, turned around in the valley and eventually got hit by fire. Of course, when it was obtained, it was almost dawn when the fire was almost burnt, but the lonely beast was very pitiful. However, since it was already a meat after his death, Jungsil carried it and returned to the mountain. It was enough to think that it was God's will to save people. It became a satisfying style for many days. There was only one thing I missed. It was salty-salt. I don't miss people, but I missed salt. I missed my heart only with the thought of getting it.

When the fire, which stuck from the mountain to the mountain back and burned down into the valley, couldn't get close to it because the fire burst out, Jungsil swung around the edge of the fire and swung a club.

Only one word of "Your Highness" came out because he was speechless. Tears poured down like rain. Then a grotesque sound over there. When I looked back, I was a lover who called the baby horse that I left on my way to find my mother. The mother horse, who was tied to the courtyard of the administrative center, seemed to be dissatisfied with the affection of her baby, snooping around the federal ear, scratching the ground with her feet, and fluttering. "How did you come to Wonro?" King Taesang's voice to his old friend was also soft. "You. Your Highness, the nature of the four unaccompanied." I couldn't continue. The love of the baby horse's mother horse, which is gradually becoming more noisy, seemed to be an untimely war. "What is that?" When King Taesang's family was so loud that they asked the gods lightly, Park Soon-ga answered instead. "Your Highness, I accuse you of God's sin. I left the baby horse that God had dragged on the road, and the baby was looking for its mother, and the mother was looking for its baby, so it must be noisy like a fork. It seems that the designation of a hat is no different from that of a human being." King Taesang's frowns for a moment with a glance. At the same time, a wretched look passed through the whole face. Park Soon stayed at the administrative office for several days. However, an experienced campaigner never asked King Taesang to take a generous view of King Shin. He only hinted that the affection between his father's family and his children could not be cut off by every opportunity. King Taesang did not hate King Shin with his heart. Among the princes who had eight families on top of the monument, the eldest son, Jinan Daegun, died in Jamjeo, and all three generations in Hoean Muan were politically devastated, and the remaining three sons had no reason to hate them. It was just that he did not see the fact that he ascended the throne in an unordered manner.

The mother horse snooped and scratched the ground with her feet at the bizarre affection that the baby horse left on the road called to find her mother.

However, not to mention others, even the parties did not know whose resuscitation it was, so they just gave two unknowns, Confucianism and loveliness, but sex was not political. In this way, five people now live together in a large room in a hermitage, but they are extremely peaceful without hate and envy. One day, Seong Ong sat the big guy on his lap and stroked his head, held his chin with his finger and stared at him with a smile, saying, "It looks like a burn," and he smiled as if he would not lose, saying, "That mouth and forehead are as if they hit you." Seong-ong swept his forehead with one hand and smiled more and said, "There are wrinkles like this," but the attitude did not seem to complain at all. "She's your child, I'm not strong enough to load a tree now, but do you think she even has the energy to make a baby?" "No, I don't know about a few years, but the big one is yours." Maybe he made a new secret that went out with me." As Shin-soo's words were getting more lewd, Seong-ong deflected the horse, saying, "What are you doing, my child is your child, and the burn child is my child?"" In this way, peaceful years have passed faster, but what is unexpected is the life span of a person. Seong-ong's body has been old, but as he grows and Shinsu gets older, he becomes greasier and greasier, but Seong-ong's wife is still in her 30s, and she becomes even more weak and weak, and after giving birth to her second child, she finally lies down.

Unlike Seong-ong, who was old but strong, his wife, who was severely weak even at a young age, lay down after giving birth to her second child.

It was Kim at a newspaper company who held my hand, saying, "Oh, where are you going?" Two modern girls sat right next to him. "Yes, I haven't seen you for a long time! The mother who was at home is leaving, but it's a transfer……." As I glanced at the modern girl again with my eyes glancing at my mother, I raised the ending sound as if to be heard by many people. "It's your mother's behavior!" Kim laughed. "Yes! Hmm." My voice was a kind of excuse from the beginning without even realizing it. It was bragging again. In my sarcasm, I screamed loudly, "I'm this generous," and I'm Sangjeon I felt the smell of the excuse 'I'm a mother, so don't get me wrong'. Why did I answer like that. What would my attitude be like if I were a beautiful woman with a bobbed hair, a hat pressed down, a pair of high heels and a suit? Oh, I've had a ghost again! What fatal injury does riding with a mother cause? Isn't it the same as the mother who stood in one corner, a Western beauty who stood in a difficult way, avoiding everyone's eyes, and as a person? If he's educated, then what is education for? Isn't a mother who plows her power to the end rather than a bourgeois woman who wants to enjoy the movie of the world by selling Jeongjo with various smiles and gestures learned from her activities and novels? And what better am I than that? Don't you eat full in a warm room and call for the abolition of the mother system? It's a lie.

I felt the smell of excuse in my sarcasm-loud voice, and I thought why I answered so.

"Tonight is a sketchy decision. You win the election if you go by the book. How can they know our trick?" He cleverly says his plan that night. It sounded as insignificant as the sound of reading a scripture to Manbo's distant chuan. This is why the eyes and mind are consistently focused only on jade. It was discovered that Seo Pyeon-pae secretly left for a hot spring play with two gunmen. It was to block their way back late at night and take the two guns out of the way. If you hide in the fishing forest outside Dong-gu and suddenly attack and take it away, the other one who hid behind you will help you and hide it to an unknown house. The front of the side may be Jung-gu, but Jung-gu was speculated to be a hemostasis to Manbo. Since the money game in the union election is still not intended in the law, the accountant added that the police also have no hand-wringing in this movement, and secretly coaxed, "Two people will only be able to lift a tree for you." "That's all I have to worry about." Manbo opened his mouth for the first time and promised politely, saying, "In the end, it's just your words. Draw it." He did not fall for it in a vaguely. "How could that be?" Listen to your wish." The accountant, as if he had been pulled out of his mind, smiled suddenly and said, "Wouldn't you save anything if you just work?" "Wait for the time when it's going to be disastrous. If it doesn't work, that's enough." "I made a promise once, but why. How much do you want?" He puts his hand under the table and sticks his finger. He picked up to five.

The accountant secretly coaxed Manbo, but Manbo did not fall for it.

23 An emergency measure that is difficult to say! When I heard it because I was sleepy and begged, Yuri didn't seem to have the energy to stand there. His blue face did not return to his true color, and he walked toward his room. The shape of the walk was like a seriously ill person. The scruffy gait was light and light clothes as if feet could not reach the ground, but it was wrapped around the body as if it could not be controlled, and I couldn't bear to see the shape of flying even when the wind blew. As if he could not recover his regret, the older brother said, "It's my fault, it's my fault, it's my fault, I don'…." He whispered, and lamented, "There is no way to save Inje's proposal." After returning to the room, Yuri closed the door and struggled alone. "Then, my body has no way to survive, and even if my body lived, it becomes a mountain invoice." muttering, "But can we kill Mr. Xian? Can I see the death penalty as it is? "If you want to kill me, let's kill my body." It was a brain and a brain that talked various nonsense like sleep talking. "Ah, whether Xi'an dies or this body dies, there is no way to avoid one of the two." Finally, he lamented. Then the day came to an end and the next day. It is the day when Xi'an's life and death come to an end. Yuri's face was still blue that day, but even when she saw her mother in the shape of a person who made a serious and sad decision, she sometimes smiled lonelyly on her lips without saying a word. When the prisoner on the guillotine gives up everything, let him have this smile. Then, did Yuri decide to abandon her body, or is she smiling so lonely after eating a yacha-like review to kill Xi'an. The shape was very suspicious, but the mother, who did not know why, had no way to console her.

Yuri walked back to her room like a seriously ill person, closed the door, and worried to herself, as if she had no energy to stand with her blue face.

As expected, after a while, my mother chased me, shaking the corner I didn't want to see. "Don't you have eyes, you damn thing? What's that in Narima-num saesun? "Why are you so skinny, a human child?" The mother was still quiet. And then I went back inside the whole time. Jin-tae's liver is the size of a bean, aside from being scared, and for some reason, I feel resentful. No matter how much I think about it, I don't think it's my fault. He/she was carrying the Samtaegi with him/her, but the principal shut up while coming with other thoughts, not because he/she was looking away. So for some reason, there was no place to appeal, so he fell down on the floor. Then, he hugged his head in his arms and kept crying. He knew tears were falling on the floor. I was in charge of the smell of dirt coming up under the mat. And then my mother and father will be worried, and moreover, I shudder to think that if my father knew this, he would be beaten by a stone hand. He doesn't know what to write and what to say. In any case, I was resentful and angry. However, there was no place to appeal and there was no place to vent anger. He lay on the floor for a long time and was crying as he felt it, when the door burst open. He was surprised but didn't even look back. In his opinion, the door opener was a mother. So my mother tried to comfort me when she saw me crying like this with a weak heart. So I just waited for my mother to wake up.

Jin-tae hugged his head with his arms and cried because he felt resentful that he did not do anything wrong by looking away, but that the principal had bumped into him while thinking about something else.

Even though I decided to go to Baeok's house like this, I suddenly heard a woman's voice in the garden as I sat down and carefully inspected the side of the newspaper on that day, even the economic section and advertisements. And I evaluated it as a clear Baeok's voice (although I didn't know it was Baeok only with my voice yet). At the same time, I jumped up and made a crack in the door to see if my feelings were right or wrong. As I tried to sneak a break and look out, I met the woman face to face because the insubordinate inn door opened wider than necessary. And it used to be a prison. "Oh, when are you going to be five?" "Today. How do you get here?" I stood up without a word, came out the door, nodded to his answer, "Come to see my wife's brother (also a gisaeng), and went to a toilet that I didn't need. When I came back from the toilet, I opened the newspaper again and saw it several times, and I heard Bae Ok saying goodbye to the owner Gisaeng inside. His footsteps stopped outside my door. Then, there was a moment of hesitation. Then I heard the sound of striding up to the floor. "Are you all right to go in?" I jumped up. 'Yes, come in,' he came in. As soon as I entered, I didn't hesitate to come down to my lower neck. Then, with his shoulders curled coldly, he put his hands under my knees. "Did you open the door thinking it was me?" He asked this question. I couldn't help but reply that I did it with absolute honesty.

When I was reading the newspaper, I suddenly felt that the voice of a woman from the garden was Bae Ok's voice.

It was admirable that Chang-yeop, who had not forgotten two Western names that were hard to memorize, and that Chang-yeop, who didn't know my name or what I had been doing while floating outside of his hometown, called out the old memories of 10 years ago and shouted "Bartazaar." As a drunk heart, I didn't forget the love of Chang-yeop's childhood, He was ranting for a long time with nonsense. It was a silly mockery, but I wasn't welcome as I was, and Chang-yeop was just blushing and smiling without making excuses. For some time the five of us celebrated the strange years of the two of us, including alcohol, singing, and dancing. However, after talking, the mind suddenly becomes empty and the drinking party becomes desolate. Everyone is sitting in a sullen mood. The patrol boat went back, but as if it were performing some duty, he only drank without saying anything and calmly moved the glass to the next seat, but when he thinks about it, he doesn't know what to be happy about or happy about. I couldn't realize my blue dream of 10 years ago and came back to my hometown after dying, but I had a big dream because I was nine years old, but I'm following the stars and chasing Bethlehem, so I'm not in a good position to celebrate our 10 years, 10 years later. Was the cold taste of alcohol in the seat because I was thinking about it. I drank the glass in front of me and went out of the room looking for a toilet. Before long, the snow stopped and the moon was up.

Chang-yeop was blushing at the ridicule, but he just smiled without making excuses.

The boy could not help feeling a kind of indescribable sorrow when he saw his pale face as if he had suffered a serious illness, and his spectacles were hung up, and the club was dragged around. Since the appearance of this young man, In-ho has certainly peeped into Nam-soon's sudden change in behavior and language. Not only that. There seemed to be something strange about the attitude toward him and an empty gap. I don't know if it's a speculation that comes from his twisted grit in fact, but it felt like that to him and became depressed. As it turned out, it seemed to him that everything was going back to the dark state of the previous day, and therefore, the higher school could bring no hope or charm. The boy's face was blurred again by the curse that went to the young man for nothing and accordingly, he had a heart close to any kind of resentment against Nam-soon. Therefore, he eventually exploded it in front of Nam Soon by suspending support for higher schools. After that, Mann returned home and couldn't fall asleep all night, and there was a lot of regret in the heart of the boy, who was worried as if he were cutting out his lungs. 3 The next day, Inho's father went on a business trip for about a week on business. As always, Inho's heart became indescribably dark. For a week, during my father's business trip, I have to walk the desert path again and live in the dark.

In-ho felt that Nam-soon had changed suddenly since the young man appeared, and he became depressed because he seemed to have a gap in his attitude toward him.

"Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. And I trembled. "Why do you miss it?" His wife, who suffered severe postpartum pain, is sucking the baby's milk at the foot of her foot When her husband, who seemed to be thinking about something, saw his fist shaking and screaming, he asked like this, curiously. The husband trembled without answering, still unable to open his swollen fist. After a long time he opened his mouth. "Honey wife, what have we done all summer?" This sound was very kind, pitiful, and loud. "What do you mean, didn't you farm?" "Then why isn't there a farm built?" My wife was amazed by this sound. My mind went blank and I couldn't answer it. In the evening, the scene where her husband was beaten and Song Ji-ju's rice was taken away suddenly appeared brightly in front of her. "Ay," he shook his fist again. Without knowing what to do, the wife sat next to her husband and shed tears. "Why are you crying?" He said, "We want to discuss it." He thought about something again and continued, staring at his wife. "Wife, do you know why we owe money?" "Didn't you buy hoe and corn?" "But why can't we pay for the hoe?" My wife was amazed and speechless again. The phenomenon of starving for three days last summer has again appeared in front of me. When my husband asked me this, tears that could not be refreshed were formed in his eyes.

When she saw her husband clenching his fists without realizing it, her wife wondered why she missed him.

In the 12th episode, Iljimae and Nam Joo-sa, who became prisoners, are sitting in a warm room, taking out all the means of hiding each other without any complaints, and starting the so-called love trade in dead letters. Iljimae takes off Nam Joo-sa's coat and hangs it on the wall, and then looks into Nam Joo-sa's face under Nam Joo-sa's chest, smiling, their dialects fall from each other's mouths, and honey-like stories fall lightly from the wine. "I've been waiting since five o'clock earlier. I went out of the alley four times in the shape of a crazy girl. You. "I also think about what others are waiting for," he said, pressing Iljimae's soft and warm hands as if squeezing Nam Joo-sa's chin. Nam Joo-sa moved her facial nerve with an itchy feeling and smiled on her lips, saying, "I thought about dinner. Why don't you hold someone in the esophagus early in the evening and just call him all night? When you think about last night's anger, don't you just call me all night again? When I thought of my anger last night, I tried to stay away from your house again. But...." 'But? Then why did you come again?" Iljimae's hand pinches Nam Joo-sa's thigh again. Nam Joo-sa said, "Oh, oh, oh, no, don't pinch me." Nam Joo-sa lightly grabs Iljimae's wrist and pulls it forward.

Dewdrops fall lightly from Iljimae's mouth, which lies obliquely next to Namjusa Temple and shakes all the tenderness.

"Just in case it takes a few days to go this time, don't let the public cry and comfort the pretty person well." Having said so far, he felt dark ahead. But he held back and ran into the darkness. As the sound of his shoes grew further away, his heart burst. It seemed as if my husband would never come back. From the next day, the three families waited for their father every day, but it was increasingly vague even as the days went by and the seasons changed. Se-in calls his father whenever he opens his eyes. "Oh my, my father bought snacks today, huh?" After lying so many times, my mouth became bitter. However, when I saw the public feeling sorry, my mother sighed deeply, saying, "Yes." Later, Se-in didn't immediately believe it and covered it up and dragged her mother's wrist. "Let's go to your father! To my father." My mother gave up everything and took Sein by the wrist the next day. "Hey, I'm going." Pretty came out of the kitchen. 'Where?' 'Can you stand it? Because of you." The mother and daughter's eyes were filled with tears as if they were making a promise. "Oh my, I'm coming, too!" He follows. "Don't do that to you, too. I'm going to go around the village to get some fresh air and come back. Take the little one and take a good look at the house." I look into the child on my back. "Mom, mom!" "Oh, bye, baby." After growing up, the old man stepped out helplessly on the way he left. Pretty had no choice but to follow her to the new road. "Then come soon. Oh, if you don't come, I'll go soon, too." I cried with my head down.

Because of Se-in, who visits her father whenever she opens her eyes, her mother grabbed Se-in's hand and went to the village to get some air.

Gyeon-woo unintentionally screamed and froze on the spot while looking inside. "Gyun-woo!" "Jik-nyeo!" The two shout one by one and look at each other without saying a word. After a long time, Jiknyeo kicks out the door and runs around Gyeon-woo's neck. Tears are pouring down like rain. "What's going on?" "How did you come here?" Gyeon-woo roughly. When Jiknyeo dragged Gyeon-woo into the room where she lived and was about to talk, the bridegroom flocked to her house. "Hey! Are you going to do this?" Among them, a saxophone shakes her lips and freezes the weaver. Jiknyeo is silent with her head down. Gyun-woo didn't know why. "Will you really do this?" I'm going to argue again. "Drag her out and rip her to death," cheers a different bride from the front and back. "Don't do that and send it back. Who is this person you've been attached to before, but do you break our work because of it?" The older-looking bride caresses me like this. "Okay. Send him back to meet you next time...… "When we lose to the pimp this time, it won't bloom forever As expected, it is also tempting. Jiknyeo raises her tearful eyes and looks at her companions alternately. "Then it is sent. But I'll only talk for an hour, so please allow me to do that." "An hour?" Saxi, who was first excited, shakes her head. "Don't worry. If you can't believe it, sit here and listen to what I'm saying." The Saxons look back at each other and sit down.

One Saek-si froze the Jiknyeo, the other Saek-si told him to pull it out and rip it off and kill it, and the older Saek-si was asked to return it, but the Jiknyeo did not say anything.

"Look, the boatman, say something to the sound of the boat, okay?" "This person among you, why should I say the sound?" is the words of the friend sitting next to me. "I want to hear...… I don't know if I'll cross this river for the last time in my life...…." "Oh, this hundred-week-old nonsense...…." "No, I really want to hear it. Look, Mr. Boatman, won't you say a word?" "When, you know how to say the internal investigation." "Oh, who doesn't have a voice?" …... Oh, Rosa! That's true…… Let's sing the song I wrote." He chants Bobrang sitting next to him. "Sing?" "Yeah, do 'every spring, every spring', Eui." "It overflows every spring to the Nakdonggang River water Gupobolbeol, which blows every spring." "Eh-heh-hey." …………." The song, which is a mixture of the unique local folk song "Nilliri Jo" of Gyeongsang-do and a little window joe, has a strong and strong taste. Although it can be said that women's tone is too red and the line is a little thick, the cultivation of clear Rosa pressed the sound of the river's resolution shaking in the wind and floated sadly in the night sky. The stars in the sky seemed to blink as if they felt something. Even though the people on this ship were not the northwestern Gando movers, I couldn't help but cry. At the end of the third verse of the song, Park Sung-woon sings in chorus with his blood raised in a very hysterical shape. "The Nakdonggang River, which has lived for a thousand years! The Nakdonggang River! If you go to the sky, will you forget it in your dreams or not?" The song ended. The nebula runs wild in the shape of a huge crazy person, lifts up the sleeves of its right arm, locks them in the river, wet their arms, touches water with their hands, and pours it on. I don't know if the person next to me looks bad, but I'm like, "Hey, you're in trouble. This sick man is now in this shape, and his arm is frozen in cold water, so don't worry about it." "You may die since the internal investigation. Don't worry too much." 'You're crazy...… The more he did, the more he turned to the woman sitting next to him and said, "Rosa! Roll up your sleeves. Let's soak it in this water with my arm, Eui." Hold the woman's hand, lock it in the water, and stir the water.

At the request of a friend sitting next to her, Rosa, who has excessive blood in her voice but has a clear voice, sang a chorus with her blood raised at the end of the third verse of the song.

In front of this, the young Gyeongok did not seem to know how to make up his mind. While Ok-yeop always compliments Kyung-ok in front of me, Kyung-ok did not hesitate to openly express the timing for Ok-yeop to me. And begged me to leave with Okyeop. However, this was rather offensive to my stomach and nothing more than buying more of my feelings. My mind gradually began to lean toward Okyeop. At this time, with Okyeop's suggestion, Okyeop and I traveled to Andong-hyeon for a while. It was the eve of Ko Kyung-sang's 60th birthday party, which was unforgettable. We also played all night in the esophagus. On that day, Namgungbyeok said that his body was very unpleasant, and at the same time, he ate a lot of food, perhaps because he was hungry. The next day, at a fairy's 60th birthday celebration by Ko Kyung-sang's mother, Namgung was unable to attend because he was not feeling well. After sneaking out of the curb, Ok-yeop and I stopped by the hotel for a while and left for Andong-hyeon that night. The day after arriving in Andong-hyeon, we received a telegram and a letter from Yoo Ji-young that Namgung died of peritonitis. It was a bolt from the blue. I just looked at Okyeop's face. Okyeop was just looking at my face. Then the two sighed. "Oh, hoot." The cough of Namgung, who had been waiting in an extraordinarily strange sound, was sometimes unintentionally heard. The story is usually told in Japanese, and even Namgung's narrative habit of pronouncing Sorede (so) exceptionally gently as "そ—゙, Sorede—" was sometimes unintentionally heard. The sharp nose and dreamy eyes always distracted me.

Kyung-ok, who openly showed his envy of Ok-yeop, begged me to leave with Ok-yeop, but it was rather unpleasant for me.

"It will definitely be elected. I think it will be a state-of-the-art and solid building in Joseon." My wife's words are still ringing in my ears. And the day I submitted it to the company, I said, "I really hope I get elected. No matter how many people fly and crawl, I won't be able to win this. "But the memory of listening to my wife's sincere wishes with tears came back to my heart and broke Young-seop's heart. The wife was a big supporter of him. He lost that great power. Where do you find that lost power again. Young-seop may be drunk, but in the past, all Jeong-hee came to the boil and walked away crying. Young-seop realized that he had forgotten the existence of his mother, who had been paralyzed from the waist all day long and today. Looking back on the fact that he even forgot his mother for his son, I wondered how much sacrifice the mother who raised herself had made for him. He opened the sliding door across the room. My mother was asleep. He was always grateful to tears when he saw the nurse take care of his sick mother steadily, not forgetting the room and the clean mother's Lee Bu-ri. "There's a guy who divorced because he didn't like a woman like that...…." He went to his room, talking to himself. The nanny lay next to Il-sung and fell asleep, like a real child and a real mother. Hearing the sound of popularity, Yum jumped up.

Young-seop was heartbroken to remember his wife's wish that no matter how many people fly and crawl, he could not win this.

'You need to change your life policy...… If you cure a disease, you don't have to be scared, but if you make money, you'll be scared. What kind of attitude should I take to establish a new life policy? Chae Jin, who has a puzzled idea, is urged by a rickshaw. 3 Jin sits around, smiles, and looks at the patient who is beaten. 'Let me get some sleep.' 'Are you a patient?'…." It's not that it's not, but the progress is unpleasant here. It was an order for a normal person to wake up a sleeping person even though the day was a little cold or late at night. "For some reason, I haven't been able to sleep since last night. If you can't sleep until tonight, you'll stay up all night, so you have to sleep like this so that you can't get sick." "You're ordering people to sleep because you can't sleep well?" The nightly sleeper must have died of illness. I'm going to stay up all night again because of you."-"I'm sorry." I feel like I'm going to die. Still, you won't be able to sleep with some underlying disease, so look at me." He takes off the pus of the jeogori and puts it on. Jin mechanically takes a stethoscope out of his bag, puts the top in his ear, and points it to his chest with his snout. It's a lot of flesh like a young woman's chest. The stethoscope's snout sinks into the flesh. It's not even tired blood if you listen carefully. My heart is also heavy. It is a healthy body that has no problem even if you point it out, tap it, and repeat it. "Why can't you sleep?" The doctor's hand asks busily as it falls from the form.

Jin treated the patient with a stethoscope, but there was no problem.

The next morning, Miran naturally saw a brown horse rising out of her room. Hyun-ma couldn't look directly at Miran with her eyes red and red as if they were a little awkward, and she moved on her own. After each of them had a late breakfast, Miran said, "You know what day it is today."It's the day I buy a piano." Hyun-ma finally changes her appearance and makes a fluttering expression. "I'll move on to my appointment last night." "You mean I have to say hello before I get the gift." "Of course, of course." Miran also recovered the unusual air of her daily life as she was relieved by her eccentricity. "Come quickly and pay your respects, and I'll buy you two only after paying your respects." When you listen to me like that, you feel embarrassed and stiff. Is there a natural way. I also thought that if I couldn't, I would have asked for it voluntarily. "Don't hesitate. Until a certain point." Hyun-ma pulls Miran's shoulder by voluntarily stepping forward with a sly smile. Miran had a gentle attitude as if she had given everything to her as she was dragged in, but as promised, paying homage to her forehead was too much to the stinging seoseul, so she clasped her lips without any ability to be subjected to the brute force of the horse. The violence that came like a flash of lightning forced me to shrink like a pigeon in my large arms and lose my freedom of the moment beyond the limits of my promise. When her body was laid down, Miran shook off her body like a twisted pigeon, and a kind of anger rose and wanted to grind Hyun-ma's cheek, but she was relieved to think of her promise.

When Hyun-ma said that Melanie would buy it only when she paid respect, the fact that she marked it on her forehead as promised made her lips received by the power of Hyun-ma.

She got married the year before last, so it's three years, and three years is the time to send her close relatives. So rather than spending it, it would be better to go to Gene's parents' house for the holidays and spend it the day before last, so the day after tomorrow, I received a day and started to hurry. If you are a new daughter-in-law's first close relative, you have to set up an e-body as much as a wedding party, but you can't set it up in such a formal way in a poor rural farmhouse, just say white rice cake and injeolmi. A chicken on your leg and a bottle of rice wine. This is why the house was so busy all of a sudden, but I thought Saeseobang Beacon was dressed for Lunar New Year's Day because it was the peak, that very evening. As usual, Seobang Bongsu returns late from the writing room and wakes up to his seat, and as usual, he chokes the story with his eyes next to him as if he were a normal night. Saxi is a considerable concern for the fortress because it has a lot of money to pay for the story every evening. "Well, once upon a time...…" Saxi was thinking about only the beginning like this, and at first glance, a good story came to mind. 'Oh, by the way, me, huh?' 'Huh?' 'Well, the day after tomorrow, huh? Well, I'll go home. "Huh?" "My house? The shape of a metal beyond the stirrer?" I don't like it, Ying." "Ho-Ho, what do I do...… But you still have to go? Mom and dad told me to go." "But I don't know...… Well." "Don't draw it, okay! I'll come back after a month of tightening...… I learned a lot about this baby too...…" "I don't want to...… "How long do you stay for a month or thirty nights?" It was not a sad sight, but I didn't have sexiness. If you got married, it's a fun time when you've been waiting for someone to do it, not reluctantly because you're asking your parents-in-law to do it, but because you're asking them to do it.

It was the first close relative of a new daughter-in-law who has been married for three years, so I prepared foods such as white rice cake horses and Doyaji legs.

I decided to wait after announcing the name of the coffee shop and telling them to call me as soon as they came in. I met him under the influence of alcohol at a bar, but I don't think he is the kind of boss that is common in the world these days. I couldn't sit down because I was bored, but I was so bored that I spent half an hour drinking cold Coca-Cola, so President Song himself gives out his hand instead of calling. "Thank you very much. Sir! I didn't want you to come even after posting such a letter." "I'm sorry it went against my guess." It was CEO Song who seemed to hate my jokes with a straight face. "You're welcome, I wasn't very nervous even after the knitting. It would not have been rude if the letter had been rang, but I just thought it would be polite to send a little bit of how I thought that day... I have my wife. Isn't it possible for my wife to bring such a teacher for a long time and still have to look at him 50? Please forgive me too much because I'm not polite. As you can see, it's a country priest who lives in this countryside. I know that there will be a lot of things that will be rude to the teacher who found sophisticated thinking in Seoul in the future, but that's also..." If you say something like this, "The story is made up of a terrible portrait, but don't feel burdened by it." I noticed that time and whatnot (which means money). Also, he admired himself as a gentleman.) Don't keep it in mind at all, and take a good rest if you're not. There are rivers and mountains nearby. There's also a temple if you want. I chose a quiet place to stay because my wife's opinion is quiet… If you don't feel uncomfortable, I'd like to invite you to my house, but I think you're going to be unfamiliar..." Song said this story and said again, "Since you even came, it would be good to tell you everything. Actually, my father's grown-up is a bit harsh. I don't know. You're stubborn. You don't have much understanding of the life emotions of people these days. Yes, after discussing it with my wife, if you like it, let's decide on an accommodation for almost an orchard by the river. Yes, we agreed that it would be better to stay there, but the teacher would go and see and decide." "That would be nice." I almost cried.

He gave me a hand instead of a phone call, which I met while drunk, but he is the kind of boss that I don't usually see these days, and I waited half an hour for his call.

Because of that, Deok-yoon was already unable to swallow even the fluid at will because of his throat. The breathing was to go to each of them, but at that time, even that poor breath could not be vomited as much as he wanted, and the cold energy went around his limbs, making it impossible to say that he was a living person. Lingeringer, serum, heart medication, 20 grams yesterday, 30 grams of blood transfusion today, and nearly 20 injection needles stuck tightly into the debilitating Deokyoon's limbs for a day. Perhaps because of that or because of the imminent death, the eyes that had been cloudy until yesterday shone strangely, shining black again as before, and even though he was a nervous child, his consciousness became clearer, not leaving a bandage attached to the injection site. The shape of Deok-yoon, who was lying in bed without even the strength to cry, seemed pitiful and sad enough to feel hatred, as the lamp that was about to go out flashed for the last time, and all of that was thought to be ominous to Chang-jun for no reason. Chang-jun's Anhae, who lost 30 grams of blood to Deok-yoon today, keeps looking for food even after saying what he eats, shaking his hands and looking into Deok-yoon's face and crying because he can't see it with his eyes.

During the day, Changjun's Anhae loses 30 grams of blood to Deokyoon and cries out whenever he looks into Deokyoon's face.

But I couldn't get to the bathroom, so I stood tall. The sound of footsteps that were busy coming and going in the bathroom stopped, and the sound of a smart song came out - even if it was small. My sweet heart, love even more. Lie down, listen. My true wish, my sweet heart, love even more. More love. It used to be the sound of 's wife. I stood staring at the door of the bathroom with my eyes as if I had been hit in the head. What is this about? The strange thing about 's wife becoming two is here. So that was another woman like him earlier. This explanation translates into this. But what is his song like. It is no wonder that he, a native of the Jesuit school, is praising. However, the hymn said, "I love my Savior Jesus more," but not "my sweet heart." Who is that sweet heart? In other words, my whole body's strength gradually began to gather into my fists. What's a sweet heart? What is love? Doesn't he have the nicest, cutest, most talented and wonderful father? Isn't there a person who loved him the most who wouldn't be ashamed of him anywhere. Sweet heart? Who is the Daejeo Sweetheart. I pressed my head, gradually bloodshot and excited. 'Hang on! After I find out more about everything,' I went into the hiding place I had seen earlier and hid. I found my heart flutter violently when the excitement sank a little. If I hadn't had as much restraint as, say, an ordinary person, his wife would have already fallen on the spot after eating my iron fist.

I heard my wife's voice in front of the bathroom and stood tall, feeling like I had been hit on the head by a carriage.

Old man from the village heard Deoksoe, who was far away like a cow, and looked at him for a long time, and said, "Why are you sitting so far away from me? Why are you warming up so close to me? "I'm cold..." he asks for a story in a bored situation. Deoksoe smiled and sat down next to the stove, thinking that he had done something wrong when he had come in. "How far do you go?" The old man asks as he pulls out the water from his mouth of a drooling pipe. "I'm not going anywhere." Deoksoe thought it would taste as good as honey if he had gotten a cigarette, so he forgot about the hunger for a while and was desperate to think about cigarettes. "Then a sau around here? ..… You came to enjoy the fire." "No, I came to pack." The answer was half-hearted, and Deok-so looked around the stove floor and everywhere to see if the cigarette butts fell off somewhere, and stood up quickly. There is one person on the bottom of the stove who can't see well because of the firecracker, and in front of the ticket on the other side, there is one person who is quite thick but stepped on the ground and was crushed. He picked up the two, unpacked them, tried to put them in the beef cattle stand on his waist, and the old village man looked at them, took one from the Heeyeon bag next to him, put it on his palm, and laughed, "Okay, you little pig." "I'm sorry...…" Deoksoe's hand goes up to the daesigi and scratches the head of the maknae that grew bigger. "It's okay, I'll take it." Deok-soe stoops and sticks out her hands and receives a cigarette with one hand. "I'm sorry...… He... "Yellow front teeth are revealed, and the black face tanned in the sun is disorganized without knowing how to go even in winter. Appreciate it, and look satisfied.

Answering the old man's question half-heartedly, Deoksoe looked around for cigarette butts.

"Why did your picture come into my father's hands?" "I don't know why." He took a sheet from my family for some time and it probably rolled into your father. I don't know your father's face," Sook-ja blushed. I was afraid that Bok-hee's eyes were shot head-on as if trying to uncover her secret. "That's true. I was surprised that I had no reason to meet my father, nor would I send you a picture of yourself. My father is a very big bum. My mother-in-law is three now, and my father only goes to the gisaeng house every day. So I was surprised to see your picture and see who went through marriage matchmaking. We are a new woman who graduated from school, so shouldn't we choose a poetry book? My family has a lot of wealth. But what do you do with money? My father buys a girl with money. That's why I wrote such a letter in case you were deceived. You've never seen my father, have you?" When Bok-hee asked me this sincerely, I was frustrated about what Sook-ja should answer. Bung-woo Bok-hee, who couldn't speak in the 101st episode, had various doubts while sitting with Sook-ja and talking. It may be true that Sook-ja has never seen her father, but it sounded strange for some reason, and Sook-ja's excuse for the way the picture rolled into her father also sounded ambiguous. It is said that the picture sent to the house of God rolled in like that, but there was also a point that it did not really sound like Sook-ja's excuse. So Bok-hee suddenly became suspicious and looked closely at Sook-ja's face again. Sook-ja was afraid of Bok-hee's gaze peeping into her face so often that she said, "Why are you looking at other people's faces so closely? My face has changed a lot, hasn't it? Perhaps," Sook-ja said similarly as if to warn him not to look at his face too much.

Sook-ja, who blushed, saying she didn't know why her picture fell into Bok-hee's father's hands, was afraid of Bok-hee's gaze, which was shot head-on as if she were trying to uncover the secret.

When Young-sik first goes this way, he says, "This road is very dark," and Heo says, "Even if it's a little dark..."….' He laughed while doing it, but now he goes up the slope under the permission castle without saying anything, and Young-sik follows him like a guardian. Passing through the gate lights of the former government office, the road under the castle was very dark. Walking through the darkness, the gap between the two became very close. "The piano solo of the tall Western lady in that red dress is very interesting today," said the author as he went forward, looking only dark. "Ay -- it was good. But today, I like the Joseon old house of Gyeongseong Band at the end. It's the first time I've heard it as a Western musical instrument……." "Yes, I didn't know what you were talking about, even if it was good." "That's what Bangataryeong is. Isn't that nice? When Young-sik explained, "Even if you hear Bangataryeong, it seems to be deceiving and mean," Heo also looked forward, saying, "Joseon songs are mean and vulgar, right, the tune seems to have many good things." "Yes -- yes." The two pass through many bars. In the Sundaeguk restaurant lined up on the left and right, five or six workers from each house were still good at bargaining, and in some houses, two suits like government servants were talking with glasses. The swing knew nothing but alcohol, whether a woman passed by or something. Heo and Young-sik quickly passed the place that smelled like soup. I walked in the dark again. When I passed by the more gloomy German consulate in the dark, I suddenly took out the permission, saying, "But I was going to ask you something."

In the Sundaeguk restaurant on the left and right, several people were still talking with their glasses because of the good bargaining, but Heo and Young-sik passed quickly.

Since then, the mother's reputation has been heard from all sides. Moreover, he asked how he arrogant to his neighbors, "Who knows, he's a countryside businessman and he's getting a haircut in Seoul, so he's a westerner. What kind of westerner is that? Even the words, "Yes, too," came through the mouth of a neighbor's mother. Whenever I hear that, I say, "Honey, let's kick it out. Leave it alone?" he ran. That's right, it's our freedom to kick him out as much as it is our freedom to let him in. One, I didn't want to chase him fast. Of course I don't like cursing at me, but...…. Like this, a vague thought came to my heart. Get rid of the great conditions of living security for women who sit down and pretend to want only the hands of men! His path is to be taken by a drunkard or a douche? a factory worker? mother…… How come the swings don't have memories of a good life? But if you treat your neighbor's mother, who is in the same situation, and come inside alone without thinking about becoming yourself, who would do it in front of him if such a heartbreaker lived well? When I think about it this way, it felt like a sample of a mean spirit that was acting until the end of the middle class, where the mother, who was afraid, collapsed. I wasn't so offended by the fall of the class when I felt this way. I wanted to make him do that even if it was an experience. "Is that why you use it?" Let's wait and see." I told my wife, who was the most decent and hated woman in my heart. Then, even in my eyes, I didn't agree with my wife's words that she would let her go after the mother's behavior and answer were opened several times, but I condoned her to "do as I thought."

I didn't want to kick him out, although I hated it whenever I heard a curse at us through the mouth of my neighbor's mother.

"As a judge is going to take over the future, I have no choice but to take the teacher to the police station due to my position." "Do it." Thus, Lee Pil-ho finally accompanied Seo In-jun to the police station. The next day, the incident was also heavily reported in the newspaper. At the police station, Seo In-jun completely denied the fact. - It is not a matter of what meaning he entered Joseon with. Or it is unknown whether he came in for the purpose of doing something that violates national law. - But when he came in, there was his own interrupter. It was a worldwide ruckus called the LC Party. If you want to do what you were going to do in a fine way, you must first do it without the LC Party. - He assisted the police in destroying the LC party. He was going to do his job after he had done nothing of the LC party. - However, while fighting with the LC Party, he missed the timing, making it virtually impossible to do what he intended. Therefore, he changed his policy to lead all party members and return to Shanghai. - However, rather than returning to Shanghai for nothing, he sent only his own party members back first and remained alone to return home after thoroughly eliminating the LC party with his gift. - At the last moment, he caught all the LC members who infiltrated Joseon, and at that moment, he missed Mrs. Mackenzie, one of the top advisers of the LC Party. Rather than missing it (I've known Mrs. Mackenzie since she was injured), I overlooked her. I overlooked it, and at some point, the wife went to Count Yoon's house and stole a large amount of foreign bonds in the house and ran away.

Seo In-jun said he helped the police to destroy the LC party and missed Mrs. McCannsey, an adviser to the LC party.

"Madam, this guy was thrown out of prison. I'll tell you a story, so I'll listen." There was a sad glow in his long eyes. For some reason, I blinked a couple of times and turned to see my husband. He smiles at the sight of alcohol. "Drink later and listen to the story." My husband looked at me with affectionate eyes and said, "I don't know the psychology of a drinker. It's a great story to hear while drinking like this. Now, Mr. Lee, let's talk. Huh." R laughs alongside her husband's laughter, but his head seems to think something, and the tip of his nose is sharp in the light. 'I'm just saying this under the influence of alcohol, so please forgive me.' 'Oh, that's good. What's more, it's good." The tip of the husband's tongue was multiplying, while the tip of R's tongue was increasingly clear. With a lonely smile on his lips, R said, "As I said earlier, I couldn't really get married. I didn't want to go anywhere, but I didn't want to. Even comrades who have already been married will regret it. Actually, it's really scary to have a family in our own situation. My hometown is Hamheung, but the place where my bones became thicker is Haesamwi. So, the sea cucumber became my hometown. At that time, the people were extremely anxious about the struggle between the moderates and the white parties in Lothian. One day, however, I came out as a sprinter with the crab that I had been attached to the right man. At that time, I was as young as I was, and I must have been soaked in the water because of the atmosphere, not from a thorough realization as I had been coached for a long time. From then on, I was armed and followed suit. After doing this for a few years, I came out to Manchuria when Seo-ah moved beginners during the construction period.

When I blinked and turned my eyes, I saw my husband smiling at only alcohol.

"Apta, the old man of Inum! Why are you shooting back like an old lady?" "Then what!" What are you lacking in, so you're just whining like a person suffering from a rise?" It goes without saying more, daughter-in-law. "You're a ghost!" He turns it to a ghost like this. It was the same in my granddaughter's year. When I say something, as my mother told me, "Grandpa's ghost!" "Why is the old man so spineless? Fountain time - no, don't you want to stick to me like a dog that smells and smells from the morning? I don't know if others don't like it!" The neighbor quit and even the old cigarette seller, who often talked to him, tries to turn away from him. "Please make room for me. You don't have a clue, do you? What if a customer came and sat down like the head of a priest's restaurant to give up some cramped seats?" The real estate agency also makes a request. I didn't know when it was crowded with customers. It was just two of us talking. Now that I'm completely ostracized around me, I really have nowhere to go. After passing by and enjoying the billiard room, I went to see the ball hit a few times, but now I can't even get close. I had no choice but to lie down and smoke. If it was in the countryside, I would have lost track of time if I looked into the straw bed and sat down with God or crumbles. So I tried to think about it. However, no matter how much I looked around, there was no house selling straw. He looked around two or three houses in the water, but he asked for 15 wreaths each after tying up a few straw ducks to a few straw ducks.

Even if there are only one or two of us in the real estate room and there are no customers, there is really no place to go because we are bullied by people around us.

The car stops near the end of Hyoja-dong. I walked for a long time after Mr. K's group, entering the alley with a stream. They enter through a small gate to the stream. I followed him in. The house seemed to be in history for a long time. On the one hand, beauticians are playing soil roles, and on the other hand, carpenters are cutting trees. The yard was lined with various households. And on the other hand, the room is plastered. Mr. K looks for H. It must have been there. But there is no answer from H. He was ashamed to see K's group. I sat at the end of the floor as Mr. K told me to. Maybe it was telling me that I was here. H's hesitation and inability to step up well was probably imagined as being shabby in clothing or without makeup on his face. "It's all right…… Why……." There was a noise, and H came out of the kitchen. He trammered. It looked a little awkward, rather than embarrassed. Of course, my face didn't have any chills. For some reason, however, the area of the face, where the band-aid gradually occupied two or three parts of the face, was about a percentage, but there was a feeling that it almost destroyed the beauty of the white face. And his clothes looked so sloppy. He would have worn it in his sleep when he was in State C. Anyway, it was no wonder that H hesitated to stand in front of people. There seemed to be a place with more spirituality than when we met in the summer of the previous year. As his job was a job, his attitude toward me at that time and his attitude toward me today, regardless of his job, could not be the same. All his expressions seemed to be covered with a shell of shame. It is not known whether he has returned to his virginity again by asking for another man and thinking shamefully.

After walking after K's group for a long time, when I entered the small gate, a carpenter was cutting trees, beauties were playing soil roles, and households were placed in the yard.

With the gate on the side of Kim Yu-jeong, you can see Sajik Park brightly. Spring must be late now. Sakura flowers bloomed red inside the stone wall across the street. Fresh buds sprout from the trees, and this guy who licks his collar cleanly is the flower spring. Magpies fly in with branches in their mouths to buy a house for their babies……. God damn it, my house always repairs. Fix it every year, fix it, and pick it up while waiting. However, it is not that I hate it because it is an enlightened thatched house on the top of Sajikgol Valley. Under the flat eaves, whether or not a pile of old ears flows down, whether or not a single gate is stuck with a beep, the board behind Jangdok can fall down very quickly. I'm telling you, if only the back of his kitchen had been fixed, there would be no circle. I don't know which one is the kitchen and which one is the back because the bottom wall is out of nowhere. Moreover, maggots slowly crawl into the kitchen floor in summer. When I see this, the rice grass that I ate in Korea stops being on edge. It's ugly, you damn old man. Even if you do that to fix it...…. The side gate closes again and makes a loud noise. As he wipes his wet hands with a skirt during the morning dishwashing, the image of his master's wife frowns. However, the reality is that the drug went up because it did not receive the saggle tax. If you ask an old man to take it, he pushes it to his wife and doesn't give it to her. I've been putting it off so far, but today I won't, so I'll eat my heart up and open the door of the room I crossed.

The old man closed the main gate when he was asked to fix the back yard next to the kitchen.

"I'll eat it without salt." Son family actually picked up the rice bowl in the shape of wanting to eat it, and ate it neatly and deliciously without leaving a single grain of rice. "Thank you for the meal," Son said, putting down the rice bowl. Minister Lee does not look back and asks again. "Do you know anyone when you go to Seoul?" "No." "My stomach is full of pride." But it'll be hard if there's no one behind you. I have a high-ranking friend in Seoul who seems to be looking for a mubyeon, so please visit him. He said, "Even if you can't afford it, you're not the one who'll just send back the visitor, so why don't you feed him for a few days?" "Where are you coming?" "Go to Andong, Bukchon, Seoul, and visit Mrs. Lee Young's house." The owner, Daegam, and an old fishing man staying in Anryujeong in Sogang told him to come and see Daegam. As the sun is setting, let's go in quickly before evening. "Is it true or empty?" Son Ho-gwan stood up, wondering if he should deceive the first person he saw, and he was not offended by the way Eo-oong put on a ruler, saying, "Then I'll go right away as you said. Minister Lee also did not look back, saying, "I'll see you soon." Sam[Sam] Son Ho-gwan went straight to Munan and reached Andong to visit the house of Lee Yeong-bu. Byeolbae, who was in the doorway, said, "The Great Commissioner isn't here now." "Then you'll always be happy." "Well, I don't know." He Oedama begged, saying, "I came from Miryang, Gyeongsang-do on purpose, so please let me wait."

Son Ho-gwan, who visited Mrs. Lee Yeong's house in Andong, pleaded with Byeol-bae to make him wait for the Great Commissioner who did not exchange flowers.

Isn't this the only gift my wife brought. Or wasn't he the only friend who consoled his heart by tapping the Punggeum keyboard whenever he was lonely, upset, and lonely. I don't want to give such a gift to my wife, and my wife has been a teacher for three years, and I want to sympathize with my sister by selling Punggeum with the money saved as if a widower was collecting food. On a violent day, I picked up household items as soon as the gangsters touched me, drank alcohol, and hit my wife if she gets in trouble even a little bit -- and my face boiled up as if I had played a part in it. However, I couldn't help but be moved that my wife was so broad-minded and obedient to my request. "I'm glad that you gave me permission with such a broad mind. Whatever I do, I will soon find it and let you repay that heart of yours." "You're welcome. I'm glad if you can only please your sad sister or if you can keep her alive." How refreshing is that. Unlike when I used to just rip off and boil my insides, my wife is just thankful today. I took the mountain leaf number 10 from my wife's room. It wasn't very good for me to sell the stuff that was in my house. I had a local person go to Hwang Geumjeong and took the hall for 80 won. So I went to the main building and bought some books that I had always wanted to buy and returned home. After a while, my sister came back from looking around the zoo. After talking about the war, I took out 60 won and said, "It's the money that I can do, and it's the money that my wife gave me. It's a bit small, but take it Sister." She was so happy and held the money in her hand as if she were picking stars in the sky, and said, "I've never had such a big money in my life. Thank you, brother. I think I'm going to live now." My sister repeatedly thanked me.

The Punggeum that my wife brought was the only friend who consoled the judge, but I want to sell the Punggeum and sympathize with my sister.

"Sister, it's me. It's Inho." It was definitely Inho. "No, with Inho?" While Changsun was still mumbling in her seat, Seo-bun put on his clothes and went out to Ddeurak. The night is pitch black, and the flames of flashlights peek into the garden outside the bazaar. When I said, "No, you, what's wrong with this?" Inho couldn't see it because it was dark, but he certainly seemed to smile. "Why, why can't I come?" He walks in and closes the bazaar gate again with my hands and goes up to the earth's room. "I'm not saying it's a house that I can't come to, but it's so unexpected." Inho, who enters the room with a small Nampo lamp lit, wore a hair cut and Zika Dhabi (working shoes) in the shape of a head that is always seen in cleaning the new furnace. An old suit, a shabby coat, and a doriuchi were placed on it, and from these colors, it was strange for Changsun and Seobun. Last summer vacation, I saw that he wore a square hat because he became a college main student, and I wondered if this was the shape of a fish in the background like a cashier at a sales office. However, I can't believe that I got a job all of a sudden, so Seo-bun suddenly asked, "What kind of Bok-bok are you?" but Chang-sun criticized his wife, saying, "I asked you what you did for dinner, so you can quickly turn off the market." "I had dinner at home." "Are you on your way from home then?" Seo-bun did not answer this, but Seo-bun was somewhat relieved. This is because it is presumed that the family ordered Inho due to an urgent matter. No matter how many times you cry, the chicken cries outside.

To Seo-bun, who wears clothes and goes out to Tteurak and asks why, In-ho goes up to the earthenware room, saying, "Is it a house I can't come to?"

She still speaks in the same manner. Anxiety is much older and shameless. Soon-jae eventually had no choice but to express the anger like this, but when he was right, he couldn't miss Yeon-hee's expressionless face being angry at something. You never know. This is because what Sunjae just said was not only true in words but also in some sense, even if it was difficult to be great as Sunjae. What if your relationship was already so deep that it was unimaginable for a third party? Whether you're silent or not, I'm just saying it out of the blue. No matter how well you interpret it as a favor, you don't have to say this. At a moment, he will eventually be the same deep and light because of the wild idea of brushing his head - I want to test how cowardly I am with my own style. He murmured something he didn't even know. However, it is true how Yeon-hee heard this ambiguous word, but more than that, I asked how much I loved him. Then I looked across again. Soon-jae's face was embarrassed as if he were a person who was caught and swayed, but as expected, he won't lose to you. I had no choice but to answer. Even though he skips silently with his head down, his work is very difficult. Until a while ago, I felt rather embarrassed, so I couldn't be swayed by anything, and even when I met Yeon-hee, of course, I thought that the person who would be in trouble was Yeon-hee. The most unpleasant thing is the increasingly unstable state of mind.

Yeon-hee, who was furious at Sun-jae's expression of No-Yum, said, "What if the relationship between the two deepened?" and said, "I don't want to do it."

"If there's anything to say, I'll let you go outside or lead you to your room." "I don't think I've cursed you because you're so quiet that you don't know what's inside of others..."…" And Ahn Hae put his blood on his dark face, but he couldn't choose his expression. After a while, he stared at his husband's face and said, "Don't do that, I'm a housekeeper every night, so I'll boil it two times and bring it to you." Then, he said to himself, "I'm picking up all the things in the house because I like her." "Who picks up the house stuff?" He pretended and jumped. But inside, it was thick. I thought you didn't know, but you didn't notice. It is unpleasant to think that the theft of last night's secret place of Anhae and last night's stone was eliminated. "Who says that? "Get struck by lightning." He dragged the child with one arm and only fed him, but he did not accept young comfort. I can't beat Sam and anger, so I think I'm going to explode, but I'm holding it in. "Who's saying that?" "Who's Cheol-cheol's mother?" "What?" "I got hit by a pear with Deul-byeong. What is it?" My husband suddenly blushed. Anhae struggles despite the hardships of living, but it must be an unfortunate act to see her husband drinking in the middle of it. He also had a guilty conscience to avoid eye contact. Ma, however, was not the duty of being a husband if her will was broken. He raised his voice as an excuse, saying, "I can't see and say something. Yes, my eyes are far away." However, the drug went up because it didn't show any effectively. He turned the end of the sentence and said, "Who am I to lie down with him in broad daylight?" He caught Ahn Hae again.

When Anhae whispered, "Why do you take out all the things in the house because you like her?" her husband turned the end of her words and caught Anhae again.

A surprising mystery has occurred in this holy and easygoing country. It was invaded by foreigners. More than a thousand foreigners were forced into the country, which did not know it was a war and therefore did not have a military. There were about 5,000 colonizers of the Zhou Dynasty, led by a man named Seojagoyeo of the Shang Dynasty. Yi Ja-yeo became the leader of the Eastern Colonial Period and passed all the land, including the Yodong Yalu River, to the present-day Pyongyang, and settled there. Not a few villages, mainly in Pyongyang, were put under his influence. In the country where Dangun was established, Taesan Junryeong flowed from north to south in the east, and the route was in contact with the southern region through Pyongyang in the west. However, it was cut off in the middle due to the new country of the Han Chinese, which was achieved by the autobiography. The descendants of Dangun ruled only the northern area centered on the upper Yalu River, and the southern area was abandoned. It was more than 3,660 years ago. Later, people in the Buyeo system felt that war and martial arts would be indispensable, and the central region centered on Pyongyang had always been under the control of the Han people until generations of martial arts worshiped martial arts to establish the Goguryeo kingdom. Then, what was the situation in the Gina area, which is the west side, until Jagoyeo came to the east. In that country, there was a period of holy forestry, such as Yo Sun Wu.

When foreigners forcibly entered and invaded a peaceful country that did not know it was a war, Dangun's descendants gave up the southern region.

The following morning, authorities made the following statement to the citizens. The mountain is surrounded by 50 policemen, all the policemen there, and about 100 villagers, and each of them tightened the siege net and relied on this morning's phone call, and the scope of the net is less than 1 square meter, so the culprit is now a mouse in a bag. Only a matter of time remains. I don't doubt and believe it will come at least before 04:00 this afternoon to the delightful news of "Criminal Povac."…. It was drizzling that day. In the midst of this, citizens who were extremely nervous about the incident called the police station tenderly. At about 05:00 p.m., the sad news reached the police station. The criminal was finally caught. When the siege gradually narrowed its range and the opponent's distance was about 30 gan, a man stood up among the bushes in the middle of the middle of the middle of the abdomen. Then he threw the gun and browning in his hand forward, and opened his arms wide, saying, "Come on, get him." After that, he laughed. The siege party all fell face down unexpectedly. So, I walked to the police side of the Janghan. In this way, it was easy to catch. When this word came into Hyonam's ear, Hyonam's heart sank. And he rushed home without knowing what to do. My mother was sewing. He sat down in front of him, and Hyonam simply said, "It's jabbed," and turned his head. My mother dropped the needle and work. And I looked at Hyonam's face.

Hearing that the Janghan threw a gun and browning and walked toward the police officers and was easily caught, Hyonam's heart sank and ran home.

In the 117th tragedy scene, Hwang Sook-ja, who abandoned her body and lay in a deep room, could not suppress the pain of forgetting her attachment to a life that could embrace the impending fate of death with open hands. Without knowing the content, Sook-ja's mother, who was worried about her beloved daughter's illness with tears, was deprived of all the joy in the world and was only crying in a dark fate. Sook-ja was hospitalized in a protocol hospital and underwent local surgery because she couldn't stand the illness deeply embedded in her pure maiden body. Hwang Sook, who decided to undergo surgery that would give him goosebumps just by listening to him with a sharp knife, did not aim to cure the disease. He was put on the operating table with the evil idea of dying a sad death that no ordinary person does not have. However, the results of the surgery had the opposite effect from what Sook-ja hoped. Within two weeks of the major operation on the uterus, Sook-ja sat up in a hospital bed with her head up. Not only did Sook-ja's treatment achieve such good results, but Bok-hee's prayer to save Sook-ja with warm sincerity and repentance in place of her mother's blood, who put her life on the same operating table and cared for her with all her heart, is very smooth.

Although the doctor's famous treatment method worked and Sook-ja's treatment performed well, the results of the surgery went smoothly with the mother's sincerity and prayers for Bok-hee.

"How did you come out today?" Sook-ja held Bok-hee's hand vigorously and her welcome tears were young in her eyes. While the 100th true question was asked, Sook-ja and Bok-hee sat face to face and had a graduation ceremony at the school, and comments on the scene and teachers continued for a long time, and the story was also interested. Bok-hee sat down for a while thinking that Bok-hee would bring up the story of the letter at this time in Sook-ja's mouth, but Bok-hee rarely said that she had written the letter. Sook-ja couldn't wait, so she opened her mouth first. "I don't know if I'm mistaken, or I don't know if I'm mistaken, but I...… Well... I have a question for you." Sook-ja hesitated because she was embarrassed and embarrassed to talk. Bok-hee immediately thought that the story of her letter was finally coming out when she saw Sook-ja's speech and facial expression. However, Bok-hee still looked at Sook-ja's face again, saying, "What's wrong? What's wrong with you?" to pretend that she didn't know what was clearly said from Sook-ja's mouth. "Why don't you lie to me when you'll think of me, but you should talk to me. Huh?" Sook-ja hinted that it was not your letter. Bok-hee understood that Sook-ja's words were to get her answer head-on, but she pretended not to know and said, "What are you talking about? I don't think so,' said Bok-hee with a smile.

Bok-hee and Sook-ja sat looking around hoping to bring up the letter first, but Sook-ja, who couldn't wait, opened her mouth first.

Sometimes my friends visit me. They also bring snacks, and they bring them as fruits when they grow up. be advised to eat and worry about illness. However, worrying alone cannot help them not recover from their illness. What I say every time I go to the mountains with fresh air is to go to the rest of the world. I earnestly recommend that it is better than medication. Recommendation of snacks or fruits is greetings, and recommendation of battery care is a sign of sincerity in the holy place of life. However, when they say this, they are not friends who don't know that they can't afford to take care of themselves, this is also a greeting such as snacks or fruits or rights. A hundred times of recommending full-time medical treatment cannot cure the disease. "Why don't you go to a different place to take care of yourself?" It's hard when I keep recommending it. Does this mean that the duty of friends and friends to treat each other. People who don't know each other pass by, people who know each other take off their hats, greet each other, shake hands because they are naked friends, share lunch at lunch, and have a drink, and it costs about one to five won.This is the most friendly greeting among close friends. It is more than a friend. However, it seems to be the need for a friend. If you fulfill your mission as a friend with a bowl of lunch and a drink, you don't need a friend when you don't want it. Sung-nul does not want to do so, but he wants to believe that there should be some deep sincerity and passion for friendship, and it seems that there is nothing to be ashamed of when the passion intertwines each other's hearts.

Friends suggest that off-season care is better than medication, but they don't know that they can't afford it.

"Doesn't it smell strong?" I asked and laughed myself. Olke looked down at her sister. A smile appeared on his face. 'What's wrong with it?' 'Why isn't it?' If I were you, I'd hold the necktie and shake it for a while." "Then wouldn't you be suffocating?" "I'm telling you to do that." "Then I'll nurse you afterwards." Then they laughed loudly once. Married life is a mysterious world that a maiden does not know. However, if the husband encounters another woman, it can be imagined that the person who is not bothered will naturally have a feeling of jealousy. But how can he be completely insensitive to that aspect. When the hunter goes hunting, the sun is lonely. But when you come back from hunting, isn't it enough? - Olke interprets her husband's affair with this generosity. Love never changes, or, in reason, it is impossible to know. However, how can jealousy and love be handled so simply because they are products of emotions, not products of reason. Yeon-yeon laughed loudly on the outside, but there were many suspicions and worries (because of Chae-ok). "Hey, Yeon," Olke said to Yeon over dinner that day. "I don't know about Sam or anything, but I have one worry. Worry is nothing else, but a woman is different from a man, and once you look at her, you ruin your life. It's not responsible for falling over there But that's a myth, and once in fact, a misbehavior determines your life. without thinking of it in the first place. That's the only worry for me." Olke sighed a little as he said this.

Even a sister who does not know about marital life can imagine that if her husband encounters another woman, she will naturally feel jealous of her wife, but Olke is completely insensitive to that.

How can you say that you learned a small lesson in life until late. It was finally discovered that it was a house. It was a five-gan thatched cottage, which was said to be a three-gan house. I bought it for 270 won. The house price is 270 won in all, not 270 won per room. The land was not his own land, but a state-owned land that fell into the river, but even so, in Seoul, it is less than half the price of a house. It is only 24 kilometers from Seoul It's a 10-minute walk from the station, so it's a very shoddy and loose street, or a neat thatched three-way street in a quiet place where Seoul is easy to live in for transportation…… It may sound elegant, but in reality, it was not. I was worried about water from the beginning. And after all, it goes without saying that something happened and ended up doing this. It was abandoned so that no one could be concerned about it, let alone a hundred won, but if you combine the initial cost of buying and repairing it and the cost of wasting it in a water bottle (in the end, building a room with no effect), it is more effective than the house price. The so-called cheap thing is expensive, and it is the amount of money spent on a large but small amount of money, such as a defect that is unknown first, so even if it is an "incident" that is not yet visible and will be bounced later, so even if it falls under the root problem after the end of the line…… Deng-Sironi Bier sits at a point less than 20 meters away from the house of the long-necked Sang next door.

I bought a five-story thatched house, but when I add up the cost of repairing it and the cost of wasting a bucket of water, it costs more than the house price.

Hee-sook and her companions went here and there with their chariots, but Mom ran away to the soccer stadium without a break. Has the exercise started now? Which school team did our players play against or didn't play against? My feet were flustered with anxiety and anxiety. Outside, there is a loud noise of people running and running. Every time they hear that sound like shoes running because the players missed all the balls. My heart was willing, so I used to stare at the Barak wall blankly for a long time. And when a stranger came in, I was glad to see him for some reason. I used to keep an eye on them for a long time, wondering if they had passed through the soccer field vaguely, so he didn't talk about the soccer field. However, no matter how many people came in or out, he did not bring up a word of the soccer field. It seems that the clerk is busy making fun of the horse racing ticket because the local currency is already crowded at the entrance. They looked at Jeo Ji-hwa and felt a certain greed that they had never felt before. If you have that, you can buy soccer shoes that the players want to wear, and you will be full with rice, and this time, you will definitely win, and the shape of your colleagues who played after breakfast in the morning comes to mind pitifully. Well, how can you win after eating breakfast! How can you praise the ball with rain on? The ball that was just kicked on the toes of the companions is clearly seen as they are desperately taken away by the enemy in soccer shoes. They were heartbroken. So once again, I wanted to run away with a bunch of money. But I sighed lightly, realizing that it was only a useless heart.

Hee-sook and her companions, who were walking around with their chariots, paid attention to the unfamiliar guests for fear of talking about the soccer field, but they did not hear a word.

October has gone and winter solstice has entered. In the meantime, Heo Saeng had bought fruit like that, and had not said how to dispose of it, but had been sitting in a quiet room of Kang Seon-dal's An Sa-rang at night and during the day and reading only the text. The inkstone sometimes went into the barn and threw away the spoiled fruit, and Kang Sun-dal was so embarrassed that he said, "Oh, don't you have to do the room before freezing that much fruit?" and Heo-saeng only said, "Even if it's rotten, it's not money." On the other hand, in Seoul, most of the fruits eaten in Seoul were brought to Seoul through Anjangseong Fortress every year. Fruit from Hwanghae-do, Gangwon-do, and Gyeonggi-do Province did not enter Seoul slightly, but only after a little in early autumn. Then, the fruits from late autumn to winter and spring the following year were also fruits from the south through Anjangseong Fortress. Fruits from Anseong, which touches fruits in Seoul, have been cut off like a knife this year. Fruits already began to be precious around Chuseok, and as we entered September, we flew five or six flies in ten fruit exhibitions, and then in October, we couldn't see a persimmon and a chestnut in Jangan, Seoul. The luxurious aristocrats couldn't see the pine nuts. One grandfather's house held a fruitless memorial service. In the Daegung Palace, there was no chestnut daechu dried persimmon, so it was not possible to make a summary, and silbaekja was not placed in Sikhye. It was common to boil two jujubes in a soup medicine without adding two jujubes, and only three pieces of raw meat.

Kang Sun-dal, who occasionally went into the barn and threw away spoiled fruits, said, "Shouldn't we stay in the room before those many fruits freeze?" But Heo Saeng only said, "Even if they rot, it's 10,000 won."

Han Chigak avoids the spot and comes up to the fourth floor, smokes in the smoking room next to the restaurant, waiting for Shim Chambong to come. Han Chigak's attitude of Nam Joo-sa, who jumped in front of him, and Ilji-mae, who was standing next to him and making a fuss, were disgusting and unspeakable. On the other hand, Ilji-mae's unexpected deception hurt his pride. The tails of the eyes are slanted and the poison is hanging on the face, so a great command is in a terrible state where a great command will pour out in the future whenever Shim Cham-bong comes. He sits with his upper body leaning against the corner of the stool, then rises again and walks around, and his impatient temper gets impatient with each tip. The clock is approaching English. The air in the store became very cool after a single step of people who were flocking around in the store. In the 22nd episode, Shim Cham-bong of the Esophageal Center gasped and came up to the fourth floor to head to the smoking room where he made a promise. When the shape of Shimchambong appeared in front of him, Han Chigak stood up, opened his eyes, and said in a tone of poison, "What was this doing?" Do you seem to be playing hide-and-seek?" Shim Cham-bong hesitated and stood in front of Han Chi-gak because he didn't know why. "Hide-and-seek?" Shim Cham-bong didn't know the meaning of the strange word, so his eyes widened and looked around.

Han Chigak walks around and anxiously waits for Simchambong Peak to come.

Sunya was now immersed in various thoughts about Kang and headed to Janggae Pass, which is about three horses, passing through the sand in front of the port where he was swept away and slept quietly with his companions. "Jinseon, do you go to Janggae this night?" Sunya asked her companion in the middle of the road. "Did you hear what the teacher said in the mysterious room (the word classroom). He exercises to raise sardines' wages." "Is exercise musugi?" Sunya didn't know the meaning of the word "exercise." "I've been doing sardine-eating sardines ten times a day. I decided to negotiate with Jae-jae (factory owner) to raise it back to 15 cents each. " "What do you mean talent is in Janggae?" "We'll talk to Janggae tomorrow, and today we'll go to Janggae and discuss it among ourselves. If you go to Narae (later), you'll know." Sunya's explanation roughly guessed the purpose of going to Janggae at night. And I knew the meaning of the snippet written on the blackboard earlier. He didn't know the word "absolutely opposite" in "absolute opposition to sardines ten times ago." The meaning was now roughly guessed. As the dizzy footsteps rang in the quiet night sky, a group of excited people crossed Janggae Pass, and in the distant darkness, a small village of Janggae was guessed. Red torches burned on the wide beach sand beneath the pass, so that is where they came from. Their hearts trembled with unknown emotion as they gazed far away at the torches burning red on the soft dark beach of the waves. Even the sound of the waves tonight is subtle.

When Soon-ya asked if she would go to Janggae and do a moose, Jin-sun replied that she exercises to raise sardines, and Soon-ya asked back what exercise was.

"But anyway, what happened that didn't happen before? Now that you've slept like that, it's getting worse." Not only is it not a bad thing for a man to drink, but he also forcefully recommends that he doesn't like it at some point, and when he's depressed, he tries to make something to talk about. Chang-sun lay down in her seat, but the emotion that had been running around in her chest earlier rose and subsided, so the old woman's words were annoying, and she even sat in front of her daughter and hated making jokes, but she reluctantly answered. "Why couldn't I drink before? My master didn't see it." "Oh, my God, the man had a drink or two..." Even before the net was cut off, the daughter stepped out and laughed, saying, "It's my first time in my life on my day like today." Those cool crystal grain-like eyes seemed to roll over the chest of the lying spearhead. "Maybe some bad guys have touched a little too much of the potable liquor." The daughter sat with her shoulders shrugged as if the appearance of the window line being hit in front of her and spoke. Chang-sun seemed to be insulted by listening to her daughter's words, so she said, "Will she be beaten around? He glanced at his daughter, saying, "So that the boy wouldn't do much," but there was warmth in his eyes. 'Then why don't you talk?' 'It's because I can't tell you.' 'Look at that? Why can't you say it because it's a shame?" The old woman started coughing as cigarette smoke went into her nose while laughing and shaking her pipe. He spat out the phlegm collected in his mouth, and a cough came up and protested his daughter, saying, "I'm going to cross over. Take your time to add a story and come across. Get some fresh water..." said the old woman.

The old woman didn't want to tell a joke in front of her daughter, but Changsun forced her to answer back.

That's why he left this way. It was an early spring day, a month after his wife's death. The little one left home in the arms of her sister. My aunt's arms will be different from others. Considering that he knew that Dong Gi-jeong would flow, but could not raise it in his mother's arms, it seemed that a blunt knife was stuck in his heart. Moreover, the fate of the young was bitter because he was raised by his stepmother. But it wasn't possible. He went to Uiju for exercise and study. In front of him, he remembered the memory of passing by in a running car now, and the scene of riding a car in Yeonggwang yesterday afternoon came to mind. Many young comrades also came out, and Samryong, who was carrying her sister, cried to come to her in the car. His heart ached again. Sitting in a rocking chair, leaning his arm against the chin of the car window, he once again broke his lips and raised his long round eyes and clenched his fist. No matter where you look, you were not a person to enjoy the pleasures of your own body. It was not so easy to enjoy, and even if it was, he thought he should refuse. Even if society and the people were attached to Buddhism, he was sorry and afraid to dream for his own enjoyment, let alone his own pleasure, even considering his child who might be subject to any environmental changes in his arms for his wife who shared feelings with him. Even so, it wasn't just his wife or child that he saw in front of him. With his wife and child, his sister's wife and wife came to mind, his comrades' lives came to mind, and the lives of strangers came to mind. Wives and children were not the only victims of unnatural moral poverty abuse. Before his eyes came the shadows of countless living spirits, who were murmuring and shouting in the dirty mud in the dark clouds. Along with the swings, a shadow of himself was also found.

One spring day, a month after his wife's death, a scene of glory came to his eyes when he was riding a car, asking his sister to take a young one and leaving for Uiju.

He picked up a brush. He began to write a long letter to Mr. Young-chul. In the evening, Ok put on makeup, changed her new clothes, and sat opposite her desk looking at the books she had just bought. In the meantime, I forgot all my miscellaneous thoughts and went into the book. "Honey, Mr. Ok!" Surprised, I turned around and woke up. "Come out." There was a husband's voice near the back window. He went out without looking back. After leaving the big gate, Ok went back to the window. Only his dark outline could be seen in the dim moonlight. "Why don't you change your new clothes and come out wearing shoes, already?" "No." "Then hurry up and go in and change and come out." "Why?" The husband who flew in a hurry looked strange. "Well, I'm busy, not saying a lot of things." As it was my husband's words, I turned around and came in, but I was displeased at heart. Above all, I felt uncomfortable and hated to sit face to face with men. Ok-yi, who entered the room, was uncomfortable to go out again. It was a pleasure to stand upright with my husband, but I didn't want to be upset with my husband's friends. "Let's take the students from the in-house." "Don't nag, come out!" he shouted, and he went out without a word. "Where are you going?" Young-sil's one eye was seen through the secret door of the main room. "Excuse me." When Ok stepped out of the big gate, Bong-jun ran in vain. Ok-yi was puzzled when she saw her husband fly in a hurry.

After putting on makeup and changing her new clothes, Ok went into the book she had just bought, and her husband's voice came out from the back window.

Thanks to his wife's house, he bought a house and got furniture, so we became the so-called housekeeper. At first, I managed to get along, but I was in trouble for a month and two months later because I had no money. I didn't know that the sun was setting, the day was breaking out, whether there was rice or wood due to reading without pay and worthless creation. Still, it was my wife's power that sometimes delicious side dishes were served and the clothes were not too ugly. What kind of punishment would they have? They went to their parents' house despite their shyness and made lame remarks. Once or twice, how can you always do that in a long time! At the end of the year, he had no choice but to touch the furniture and clothes his wife brought. I was not caught and sold, nor did I get caught and sold. He tried hard to pay the brusque old lady next door. Despite all these hardships, he believed and prayed deeply for my success. Sometimes when I was building something that didn't suit my mind and threw it away and got angry, I said, "Why do you grab my heart so quickly! I believe your name will shine in the world. It's the basis for us to suffer like this in the future." He once consoled me with tears of excitement. When I was traveling abroad, I hated old-fashioned women for no reason because they were so-called new trends. So I regretted getting married earlier.

We, who had been living as a wife, became more difficult as time went by, and I didn't know there was rice and wood.

The letter has already come to me to Kim, who boasts the most sensitive observation and speculation right nowI wanted to see him surprised, wondering if he had already come to the letter by pushing him out, "Yes…." So I was worried that they might notice the letter on the front of the drawer that was unlocked, and I was afraid that they would open the drawer for some reason and reveal it to my eyes without even dreaming that it would be there...… There was also a desire to do so. "Hey, give me a treat...… It's in the eyes of a woman who doesn't even date women...… Young-sik couldn't resist the sound of Kim saying, "I won't give you a treat," and smiled and said, "I have to pay for my chin...…." As he does this, he opens the window, holds his chin on the threshold, and looks out without trying to see anything alone. It's cloudy and I can't tell when it's been. However, the thin rain just drips and drips from the eaves. Sang <2> It's a boring rainy season - After the rain, the hot sun began to fall again these days. Youngsik didn't know that the boring rainy season was boring, and he didn't know that he was bothered by the pouring rain every day, so he had the most fun --. I don't know anything else about the whisper of my first love, which is sweeter than honey. It has been about a month and a half since I started exchanging letters with Heo, and during that time, there have been nine letters from Heo. More than what Youngsik did to Heo, don't write two.

When Kim told him to give a treat, Young-sik is looking outside alone with his chin tied to the threshold, saying he has no need to give his chin.

"When I saw the name of Dr. Aishou, I thought he was an old man about five years old, and it is nice to know that he is still a young scholar and a Joseon person on top of it. Moreover, it makes me feel strange to think that there may be a day when I may arrest Inje or the scholar I respected with my own hands." As he responded to Pil-ho who said this with a complaint, Ren-jun crossed the table with Pil-ho and sat face to face. "What's the matter that you need to find out about me?" "You're going to find me, too. What's the matter with you?" "Me? I was wondering if this ball had already looked for Wan-Chi or No-Baek, so if I did, I'd like to hear the results - so to speak, out of curiosity...." "I also have something to look into with the teacher about that..." "Then I went to the count's house." "I met a wan-su." "So what?" Pil-ho answered quickly to In-jun's relatively cold question. "Sir." "What?" "Or did you laugh at my opinion that the night's mysterious incident might have been Count Roh's fantasy?" Your judgment was right. Not only that, but one more thing, this is not certain, but your assumption that the LC Party is hiding behind this case seems to be very clear. Putting together what comes out of Wan-soe's mouth, I don't know if it's an LC party or something, but it seems that the land called Shanghai is closely related to this case. It is not yet clear whether the gunman who attacked Count Noh that night was an LC member, but he must have been in Shanghai for a long time." Renjun closed his eyes and listened quietly. It was already known that the person who attacked Count Muron at night was the LC Party's relationship leader. You don't have to listen to that word again from Pilho. If Pil-ho interrogated Wan-chi On the other hand, I wanted to know the true nature of the night's incident as it passed from the mouth of Wan-cheol (a feudal old loyal servant who would probably feel absolute confidence in a place called the government office) to Pil-ho's. No one will know the progress of the night, which even Yoon Chan-du, the eldest son of Count Noh, knows more than the armature unless the count of Noh is directly tired. I wanted to know the "event and progress" that passed from the mouth of the Wan-soe to Pil-ho's ear.

In-jun sat face to face with Pil-ho, who said he felt strange to think that there might be a day when he arrested Dr. Aishou, a young scholar who is from the same Joseon Dynasty.

When all the children who were present returned and the academy became quiet, I sat down with a pencil on the margin of the newspaper on the table, and half raised my head with a slightly trembling voice, "What do you think of me, teacher?" I was already heartbroken to think about the night when I caught the tide of the past. "Yes, sir! Don't you know how long I've been waiting for the teacher's words?" And his passionate eyes boldly shoot at me with a solemn face. I was at a loss for an answer. I didn't hate Miryeong, who actually loves me. It is true that I have also been burning my mind alone, looking at the attitude from Miryeong. But what if you're in a relationship? I don't know how sad it was for the fear that would follow to block the flames of love and stand. But now I'm old without a wife. I felt somewhat lighter in love with her. For some reason, I felt like I shouldn't love him. At the same time, when I was not loved, how distressed she was because of me and the moment I thought, I knew I would answer that only when the following words were over. "If only Mr. Ma would love me...…." And at the next moment, I felt goosebumps and goosebumps as if a man who was less than a month old had said this to his dead wife, and furthermore, he seemed to be committing some crime. "I don't know when I've been in love with you." And the long, gentle smile that seemed to push out a hidden sigh was a beautiful smile that I could see for the first time after I got to know Miryeong.

I didn't hate the mirage of what I thought of myself, but I felt like I shouldn't love him.

As the house was about to be completed - one day, Mr. Awesome pointed out to the person next to him who looked into his house in the distance from the bus to Seoul, saying, "It's a great house to build. It must be an amazing person." That's why it was created. It's his nature to want to be as big as a child. It's not bad, it's bad. There are some parts that are empty, so it is kind of a good person. He can't explain the small incident of a mouse falling into a urine poison without making a lot of noise. As most people do, the scenery is very swollen even when they talk, so when explaining a really big event, they don't speak well, and their temper is in a hurry, so they only worry about bubbles. Then it was just a very soft sound. - Mr. Awesome was the first to know a really great incident, so the neighborhood is bound to turn upside down. The Japanese emperor surrendered, and a bigger event was the independence of Joseon. That day, the Gisil was decided to invite only the ministers of the government and public offices and have a drink. It may be a little harsh for government officials to take away such joy from Mr. Ack, who lives only in the taste of being proud, flattered, and fluttering, because he has now fallen into a self-sufficient farmer who is not worth a year. His bravado increased as he got worse. I wanted to hear something like, "I heard that rich families can cook for three years if they only sweep the floor, but they're really home, and they still do everything they need to do." That's why I paid my debt and got hit by the season, and even if I donate, I don't feel poor and my hands are big. That's why I was afraid that taxes would fall, and once I went to Myeon, held my head, and everyone else criticized me for raising taxes tenfold, but I was the only one who raised them less.

Mr. Awak, who was born to a person next to him on a bus to Seoul, pointing to his house that is being completed far away, wants to be as proud as a child.

Jeongnyeosa Temple and Uichi Wonju Chiaksan Mountain are famous mountains in Gangwon-do. There are many famous dalsa because of the honor of the chief and the deep valley from the temple, and there are also many famous temples, so there are many strange anecdotes. To summarize one legend among them, a hunting group living in a village once went to the mountain to hunt. I caught a few pheasants on the hillside, caught a few roe deer on the hillside, carried a load on my back, and on my way home in the evening, I took off my luggage and rested near Sangwonsa Temple, lit a cigarette on a fence, and took a couple of sip, and accidentally heard a pheasant crying near the temple. The hunter caught so many animals that his back was heavy all day long, but after hearing the pheasant's sound, he was greedy to catch it again, so he turned off the cigarette light he was eating, measured the gun with a lot of ammunition, and went to the place where the pheasant sounded. I quickly went to the pheasant's place and saw it, so for some reason, the pheasant would fly to another place, hold it, fly in the air, shout "Geo-deok-geo-deok," and then fall back to the ground. It wouldn't be weird if it did it once, but it did it dozens of times, and the crying was very sad and the flying power gradually decreased, so at first, it flew dozens of feet high from the ground, but later it couldn't fly more than five or six feet and its voice became weaker.

Jeongnyeosa Temple and Chiaksan Mountain, famous in Gangwon-do, have many legends due to the deep valley and the vast number of famous temples and relics.

A long time later, So-chun broke the silence first. "I came to hear last night's answer." "Brother!" Ah! Finally, Chandu said "Brother." So-chun seemed surprised by this. I was startled. I opened my eyes and looked at Chandu. "I call you brother. Your father's enemy - someone who tries to harm your father's life - but I call you brother." "Yes." "I haven't decided yet. All day long - I've been thinking for 20 hours since last night, but I haven't decided yet." "What did Seo In-jun say?" I already know that Ren-jun visited. "Since Seo In-joon is also a member of the party?" "Party? The head of the party - In the opinion of the party member, it will be done without it immediately, but the executives still let it go, so I let it go." However, it will be concluded for a few days." Renjun was not a member of the party. "Then what kind of person is Renjun?" "I don't know." The Shanghai headquarters is investigating now, so you'll get a daily notice. As soon as he comes, his life will be determined. - Shouldn't we discuss our work without saying such a thing?" "...." Chandu couldn't answer, he couldn't answer unless he was determined to do so. There was another silence for a long time. After that, this time Chandu broke the silence first -. "Mother - what do you think of your old mother?" So-chun's eyes flashed. It was only a little later that I answered -. "Poor Mother - Lonely Mother - you must console her." "Have you ever thought about how sad your mother would be if there was misfortune in this house?" "I have thought about it." I've also discussed it. I also heard your mother's consent." "Acceptance? Because pleasure comes?" So-chun answered this question only after hesitating for a while.

Chan-du broke the silence when the word "brother" came out of his mouth, and So-chun was surprised by this remark.

In this peaceful, decent, and solemn family, all kinds of ups and downs have occurred since the advent of Jesus. Jesus' words, "I have not come to give you peace, but rather to cause conflict," were fulfilled in this family. In the midst of the seven translations, I committed a terrible sin, and I committed the same thing every day. The father, who saw superstition as a sin, always brought a shaman and a panhandler into the house to make a fuss about the house, laughing at his son since the former governor began to believe in Jesus. "Put the ssireum with my son's Jesus, my lord." The loud laughter of my father sometimes rang out to the inner room. Whenever that happened, the good and filial Jeon Ju-ju went into the small room with tears in his eyes and prayed for his father. The Christians, who came into this scary and stern house, were not widely known as the family, but the roots extended deeply. Even under all obstacles and persecutions, this root was firmly embedded in Jeon's mind inside and outside. "My Father in Heaven. Now forgive the sins of the father of the flesh. He is nothing but good-natured, but a man who does nothing to keep a distance from others. However, if it is a sin that he does not know the good knowledge of the omnipotent God, it will be a sin. Serving another idol may be the greatest sin to you, but it is not in your heart that this father of the body serves another idol, but only to laugh at me. Forgive him for his sins." He often prayed in the countryside.

For his father, who brought a shaman into the house and made a fuss, Jeon Ju-ju prayed, and Jesusism was deeply rooted in the house.

"You're looking for something to eat, too, aren't you? That's right, Pabo! I've lost all strength in my hands. "There's a cotton cloth," the woman said, pointing to the screen with her face, "There must be cotton cloth...There's got to be some tripe……I'm also doing a market in Ulmak." I started digging. The woman looked at my sheep for a moment and then sat by my side to help me. I was working silently. At the moment of the crime, it is not possible to sit down today and affirm whether I thought about everything, such as morality, law, or the teachings of experienced people, that one should not eat for even a second while one is alive. However, in order to hug the "true" as much as possible, I cannot confess the following facts. Soon at that moment, I forgot everything but what was in this board, but I was eager to dig under the wooden block. The night is getting deeper. The chilly gray mist that sits on people like mold surrounds us more and more deeply. The thick and strong rain pours on the wooden carving angle of the board, and the sound of the water's roar seems to collapse the mountain. Somehow Bam Sun-ra began to sound the flutter. "Is there a base underneath the wool or not?" my assistant asks. I had no choice but to remain silent because I didn't understand what the woman said.

I was only thinking about what was in this board so that I could not leave as much as I could, and I was eager to dig under the corner.

Therefore, Okmae did not read what I wrote once again, but she kept it in the desk drawer, lying down on the desk as it was, and spent the day without knowing whether she was sleeping or dreaming. At other times, Okji would have come in several times and asked what happened, and consoled me, but on this day, no one even the servants came in. Perhaps Okji guessed this sense and told the servants not to enter Okmae's room in advance because she had no face to deal with Okmae because she felt sorry and pitiful. It is all the sin of jade that causes jade to fall into this misfortune. Good luck is truly a great sinner in heaven and earthIf Ma seems to have felt sorry and pity for Okmae now, it is doubtful whether a heavenly body has entered the devil's mind. Okmae, who spent a day in tears with her head bowed at her desk after writing a letter to Okmae's moaning Seokgu, suddenly became like a half-crazy person. All that was seen in Okmae's eyes seemed to be the black hand of the terrible devil open, and all that was heard in his ears was a sickening sad cry. It was thought that I went straight into hell because there was no love and no morality. Oh, there's a lot of pitiful and harrowing. Even after such a painful and fainting incident, no one is resentful and fainted on their own, so how can it be worth listening to and seeing. But this is the world. It is this cruel and this cold. When heaven gives birth to men, they give a good heart and give a good fate together without distinction. However, complaints arise in this world and good and evil are distinguished because people violate the will of heaven.

At other times, Okji would have asked Okmae what was going on and comforted her, but on this day, even her servants seemed to have told her not to enter the room.

Besides, the year is sour, so I want you to work on a new window. Wild soldiers should be good at speaking old-fashioned things, but at first, they need to know the window of the corpse to eat. That's understandable, but I don't know where the dead body window is, the guy who used to dig the ground. I didn't know that, so I was a little embarrassed, and a few days later, the year doubled a dead body window. Aren't you sitting with the brazier on and patting the pancake and making it proud as if you were looking at it. It's blooming, it's blooming, it's blooming, I said it's blooming, but it's still in my cheeks. I don't know why I learned this. She's better than I am, I was very impressed. Later, it turned out that at what point would she have gone to night school to learn. Night school is a small room behind Yosan, and teaches Korean language to a child in the middle of winter. By the time I do the window, I visit there without knowing that the year is cold. He/she stands outside the door with the child on his/her back, listens, and overhears, and then imitates and tells me. So when I get home, I'm going to be in trouble. The new window will be very proficient if you learn a few more days. However, no matter how much I think about it, I'm worried about the face of the year. The sound gradually becomes quite loud, but his face is so white even if you look at it. Gyeong7 years old, if you came out a little modest, you'd make a lot of money in this round. Sometimes, when anger spreads out at the sacrifice on the way, you can't hold a sound and hold the boat of the year once or twice. I don't know why, so I roll my eyes wide and stare. a year of sweat. He's so brazen that he's married to me. I don't say the end of the year, but because of my face, I sometimes sit down with a hand mirror that's off the side of the torch and rip it open here and there, but my eyes are normal, so I can't see it.

Later, it turned out that the girl stood outside the night school gate with the child on her back, overheard it, and tried to imitate it calmly.

The husband was washing the sweat from his forehead. I think they must have been a middle class family in Paris. The man was so tired and discouraged that he seemed stunned. And then he says, "But…, Honey, that's what you..." He was muttering to his wife in his mouth. But the woman interrupted it, saying, "I did? What did I do? Oh, it's me this time? Are you always stubborn, don't say anything like this, and come out without making a decision? Was I the one who boasted that he knew the way too well and insisted on going on the right side of the mountain? And there's another one, right? Kashu - I'll take responsibility..." At this time, the husband made a crazy, long cry, so the woman stopped talking. The cry is indescribable and ineffable. It was just like the squeaking sound. The young woman continued to talk without any surprise or anger. "No…. In the world, like you…" There are so many people who know everything and actually know nothing! And last year, I took the wrong train to Ball, and I took the train to P? Honey! And I did not hesitate to affirm that Mr. Ludorun was living in the city of Martíl.... There's another one! I didn't want to believe she was a thief, did I?" And she trembled with anger as if she would continue to say something, and with all the unexpected cursing sounds, she would suddenly forget the thoughts and attitudes of her husband's actions and risk staying up all night in this lonely forest.

The husband, who was washing his forehead, must have been a middle-class family in Paris, but he was muttering toward his wife as if he were very discouraged.

No, tighten your hands more powerfully. Ma did not hesitate at all, saying, "If you sell it with gold or Gamseokchae as it is, you need to sell it quickly and have money to buy medicine." I said, "You're not going to run away after doing it together." And he said, "Sell it." It gives me a sense of why I let go of my mind. The companion takes it and leaves the door with great regret. If I broke my foot, bled, and came out with a persimmon, I'd eat both. I discovered it, but I gave two to Deoksoon and the native ate only one. Why didn't I have this courage back then. Now that I think about it, I feel resentful and frustrated. He scurries and spits violently on the ground, spits, spits, spits, and goes around the door. I look at this with a relaxed gaze. Deoksoon is shy. Looking at the sheep, it seems like he's on duty to eat alone and run away. But don't worry. They eat to live, abandon their bodies to eat, and even give up their lives. Whether he knew it or not, he took a long sigh as if he was falling down because he couldn't overcome the pain, and said, "You're not going to run away with it, are you?" The wife doesn't answer anything. I just stare at the ugly foot with my head drooping. However, clear tears come out of the blue and thin face. There's a lot of damn things. I didn't make any money doing this. What are you going to do with your big joints! After a while, when he raised his forehead, he raised Jupiter and shot it with a pout, "Doesn't it hurt?"

The companion came out with a persimmon and regretted not having courage.

"I have no face to see Park. There is no hope in my power." - This was Mr. P's answer. He couldn't help but admit to himself that it was not a failure due to P's insanity. Chun-no left P's house. Just imagining my wife's despair won't move my feet home. He spent the whole day searching for his friends and returned home at sunset. On his way back, when he got a copy of a member from a friend who was in the same building and entered the house, In-sook put it under his chin. I looked at my wife's face as I tried to say, "What happened, huh?" "You're wrong." I can't bear to say anything. My wife is putting all her hopes on my word! I didn't want to let him down at this thought. So as soon as he came out, he replied, "That's enough." My wife's joy was nothing. It fluttered all night in the shape of a puppy found by its mother. "Then when do you start?" "From one day." There is still a week left if it's a day. In the meantime, let's be careful. "Oh, good!" In-sook ran wild with joy like a little girl. "You also publish an international magazine. Oh, I have to write a manuscript. You write an autobiography, huh?" "I do." Chun-no only answered quietly with a dark heart. A week has passed. In-sook, who became the wife of a salaryman from today, has been in a mess since the morning. Wrap up the bento and serve it to see how they arranged it. He left home with a bento wrapped in a doll shape.

He didn't want to disappoint his wife, so he replied that he was going from one day to another, and in the meantime, he wanted to do something about it, but a week later, he received a bento and left the house.

"Can anyone make ends meet if they do this?" "Then you're digging a field now." Would you make a living just by doing this? For others, this work is an effort to gain life, but for us, it seems to be nothing but play and comfort. Isn't that right?" Hye-jeong said this with a short breath. Myungho's heart ached as if he had been stabbed with some dagger at this remark. "Then. What do you think of what you're doing now as an exercise in labor that you prepare in advance to live in the future. So what we're doing right now is not going to tarnish the divinity of the business that other people think of as a lifelong business. And you'll get some kind of function about life." When Myeongho finished, Hye-jeong smiled and said, "Then there's no such thing as knowing other people's sacred jobs as play. Of course, it's not just words that defend our attitude." Myeongho laughed along. Myeong-ho felt various conflicts and contradictions in his mind from the day he returned to the rural area. This was because his/her work pay did not support his/her life enough, but he/she thought that if he/she lived the day with a slight inheritance of his/her parents, he/she would rather blaspheme the sacredness of his/her job working for the survival of others. At first, he said it was reckless to return to the countryside. I thought there must be something else suitable for me than being buried in the rural area. Such a feeling was even more desperate when looking into a hand with a blue heart line shining from under the pale flesh, or when looking at his wife's fine face and fragile attitude.

At first, he thought that there must be something else in him, so he said it was reckless to return to the rural area.

The inspector came. Red blood flowed from the pale face of Kyung-sook, who had fallen on the ground. "The new woman was run over by a car! That's too bad!" Leaving behind the murmur of the crowd, a car containing Kyung-sook, who fainted, rushed to S Hospital. Kyung-sook passed half a day in a coma. Next to his bed stood a doctor and a nurse in surgical suits. The doctor held the line of respect and was on the pulse. The nurse listened to Kyung-sook, who was wearing a bandage, with her ears close to her face and thinning her sleep. It was humming and groaning, but I couldn't hear it in detail. "You must be awake, but you're in a very serious condition! What the hell do you need to know about this woman's house……." Then, the doctor puts Kyung-sook's hand still on the bed. "I ask you if you're more alert," the nurse took the ear off the patient's face. The doctor put the stethoscope in the pocket of his surgical suit and went out. After a while, a long sigh came out of Kyung-sook's house with a groan. And through the bandage, the eyes with the spirit half opened. The nurse comes close and says, "You've come to your senses," and asks carefully in a friendly voice. "Where am I?" A thinner word than thread flowed through Kyung-sook's bloodless lips. "This is Hospital S. Are you feeling any pain?" The nurse asked, caressing Kyung-sook's hand. Kyung-sook cried out "Aigoo!" weakly and sharply, chewing her eyes as if she knew where she was lying, and pulling her chin forward and nodding her head a little.

Red blood flowed from Kyung-sook's face, and she was in a coma for half a day.

"It's mean." For Hyun-sook, their story of talking to arouse Hyun-sook's curiosity was an act that ended her criticism with this word. Hyun-sook kicked her tongue several times and turned around with her anger inside He said he was lying down there. He even regretted not running away from this barbaric place in the evening. After one o'clock, the inn became quiet. From time to time, I could only hear the sound of a miracle that seemed surprised in the distance, and the call of a night customer from the corner of the road over there. However, Hyun-sook, who became very nervous because of the annoyance earlier, just couldn't sleep. The tiredness that he felt during the day disappeared somewhere, and his head became smarter. I even thought about whether sleep is really something that a person should sleep, and when he/she will fall asleep in the future. I could hear two o'clock. Not long after I heard those two, I could hear the sound of hitting three. But Hyun-sook finally fell asleep, too. After hearing the sound of three o'clock, he fell asleep after hearing the thumping footsteps of a person passing by on the street. Having finally fallen asleep like this, he woke up under some strange pressure. As I came to my senses, I noticed that a weight like a thousand pounds was pressing down on his chest. At first, he tried his best. However, as soon as the window-pistrum, which would naturally arise due to the disturbance, passed by one side of his head, he tried to counter the power by twisting his body as hard as he could. His body trembled like a thorn.

Hyun-sook, who commented on the story they were talking about in a word that it was mean, also regretted not running away from such a barbaric place after kicking her tongue several times.

Kang Jin-sa's wife said, "Honey, someone's here. "Someone come and find me. Hurry up and go out." Kang Jin-sa was falling asleep, but he got up quickly and went out of the gate busily, wearing a belt and wearing a godfather. Before Gangjin Temple can reach the gate, a man in a black coat enters the front yard. Gangjin Temple was surprised and ran into each other. The black coat seat, who was coming in, stared at Gangjin Temple with a sharp gaze and said, "Are you the owner of this house? "Isn't your name Lee Bong-sil?" he stopped Gangjinsa Temple. Gangjinsa Temple suddenly didn't know why, so my eyes were wide open and said, "No, I'm Kang Hyun-pil. I must have found the wrong house," he said, looking at the black coat seat and expressing dissatisfaction. When the word Kang Hyun-pil came out of Kang Jin-sa's mouth, the person looked at Kang Jin-sa, saying, "Are you really Kang Hyun-pil?" Kang Jin-sa's deep temper also caused a kind of insult, saying, "Yes, I'm Kang Hyun-pil. Didn't you see the doorplate on the outside?" Kang Jin-sa looked angry and was about to look at the black coat seat, when he grabbed Kang Jin-sa's arm like lightning with his other hand and said, "I'm from xxseo." Bok-sang, let's start quickly, right?" He defended out of the gate. At the same time as the sound, people in Inverness and in suits flocked to the front yard, saying, "We are all from the xxx West. We'll search your house," the detectives said, climbing onto the floor with shoes on. While Gangjinsa Temple stood in surprise at the sound of ××seo, Gangjinsa Temple's thick heartstrings sprang up without any resistance and became entangled in the rope.

Kang Jin-sa leaves the gate when his wife says that someone has visited him, and a man in a black coat enters the front yard.

Samhi knew that a young man was the brother of his companion who died that year and the son of the largest landowner in this city. And not only did he know that the young women were women, but he said to himself, "That woman is his wife, that woman is an ancient married cousin, that woman in a white jeogori is her brother, and that man is a bird's-lover," and he said, "Let's just come and see him without a cigarette." However, this young man seems to have come to buy some plants, but he was so absent that he couldn't even say what he had come to buy. For a long time, Mul-gun sat down, and he looked like he was laughing at the young man's behavior, and somehow, he made a very sweet face. Then, he explained something about his association and revealed it to the greenhouse together. After a while, the young man seemed to have bought quite a few plants planted in the pot, and he said, "Why did you want to bring it with you?" and "Why did you tell me to come again?" and "Thank you." - There was no precedent like this for my brother when any great person came. When he sat down again in the chair, he turned away with the same mischievous look as before, but in his eyes, it was not like an excellent Pierrot, but he couldn't get the kind of hideous impression he received from a gloomy human being.

The brother took the young man, who was so absent that he could not say what he had come to buy, into the greenhouse, explaining with a friendly smile.

However, when I thought of all kinds of meat again, I felt reluctant. The answer did not come easily. But debt, matrimonial houses, fields, cattle, and houses could not help but be drawn to strange great forces. "Then how...…." He spoke with his head down like a child who barely spoke. "Well, yes……. It's just Samdol!" the owner was good. "Then you go into that room." The agitation father stood up and opened the door of the upper room. "Don't let old ladies come in here! Let's go into that room." Kim Jwa-soo picked up something wrapped in cloth from the drawer of the inkstone house and urged Samdol. Samdol's mind was dizzying when he saw the oil in the hands of his master's old man (wound the cloth). It was a top-to-It was a cliche. Samdol also hit under his head with it. His heart trembled and his body trembled. My teeth are rattled. I couldn't bear to stand up. "Hey, let's hurry up! When you get hit, you get hit quickly and it's cool!" Old Master urged smoothly. Samdol stood up. His head was throbbing and his legs were as stiff as paralysis. He was drawn to shake it off or go in. The three sat down. Samdol is lying down. The old master winked at his father. The father of the demagogue grabbed Samdol by the head. Samdol's neck was caught on the thumb and index finger of the thick and strong owner and stretched. Samdol was all over his mind. He uttered an involuntary. "Egggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!" Debt, marriage, house - all gone from his memory.

Samdol was dizzy when he saw the old man's hand hit the greasy topknot.

As I go down the slope, the road is flat so that I want to run on my back. When I turned my head to the gentle sound of the wind, it seemed to follow the wind that pushed my baby's crying away, saying, "What should I do when Bo-deuk is crying?" He couldn't bear without it without muttering like this. Coming to the street, they stood in front of a cloth shop. Sometimes there are people passing by, but the street was quiet. When my husband enters the store, a Chinese man who seems to be the owner greets me and greets me. "Now I'm here, we've been waiting for you," he says, smiles and looks outside, and the outbreak opens his eyes quickly, and the scar spreads strangely on his forehead. My husband, who stood as if he were falling down quickly with his lost aunt Mac, was too pale for a good-looking Chinese, and at some point, I didn't admit that he was a human being…… The blue and red column light becomes fog and covers the store room wide. Now that the husband turns his head and nods, he vaguely realizes that it means to come in next time when the opiumman comes in and is surprised, but his face burns as he scrambles in. The Chinese, who stared at him, stood in front of him and paced. He also stood behind his husband. I wanted to get a sense of the jeogori of Baudeuk at the smell of Ju-dan, and suddenly I went down to the yard where I smelled a gentle smell while looking at my husband's sloppy lower garment. Whether it was a long journey or an opium crowd, the husband was sarcastic. Unfortunately, as the Chinese noticed this behavior, his heart was pounding and he wondered how many times he would stick out his hand. In front of the red door, my husband and the Chinese whispered, "I'm in this room. I'll be back after a little business." He opens the door and almost pushes his back in. "After all, the opiummen came in." He entered the room without a mare, but he opened the door and grabbed it so that he wouldn't miss the sound of his husband's shoes disappearing in the dark. The store door slams shut. "I should have told you to come soon," he said, leaning against the door, and Bodeuk's face creeping on the doorstep of his house suddenly appeared, and one day, Bodeuk rolled over the doorstep and hit his chest. 'What should I do, what should I do?' he spun.

When her husband, who wore a Mac aunt, entered the cloth shop, the Chinese, who seemed to be the owner, said he had waited and looked outside with a smile.

No matter how hard he is now, Ko has heard rumors that the family has a long history and has a poor background, but people of all ages are sincere and kind, so if you marry him, it would be an honor for our family." Park Jwa-soo said, "Even if I'm angry and angry at his daughter's words, the world is still ruined…… "What is all the glory and what is all the happiness that died from?" he said and ran out to the outside room. Park Jwa-soo's house, where the fire had been melting until earlier, suddenly formed a living scene with the words of Godoryeong, and the whole house was filled with chilly air. It was only a few days after that. It is not known whether the story came out of Park Jwa-soo's mouth or Godoryeong's mouth, but when all the people of Dong-ri, who came from one mouth and two mouths, knew, the people of Dong-ri usually liked Godoryeong, so they tried to do it unconditionally and proceed with it. Then, one day, there was a big birthday party at the owner's house of Godoryeong, and both men and women in the village gathered. Many people drank and said this and that, and the issue of Godoryeong's marriage became a topic of conversation, and eventually called in Park Jwa-soo, who attended it, and forced her to sit around and ask her to marry him, and Park Jwa-soo was forced to. In addition, both men and women were over-aged and difficult to live, so there was no room to prepare for the Manchi day, so they decided on the day as soon as possible and held a ritual for the governor.

Park Jwa-soo had no choice but to get married when he asked for a marriage with Godoryeong, as many people forced him to marry him.

This is one of the best fairy tales of Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), who is famous as the author of the famous "Salome" or as a commentator on the "decadence of processing." There are only nine fairy tales he wrote in his life, all in two books, "House of Pomegranates" and "The Happy Prince and Other Stories," all written at the height of his artistic activities, usually with the scent of romance appealing for religious reverent love. However, you won't see it only as an old story. In a way, there are so many deep and difficulties as a fairy tale that it seems difficult for ordinary seniors to grasp its true meaning, but among them, this one, which taught the power of love very strongly, is deeply friendly and very softly written, so I decided to introduce it to the reader. Again and again, I take this opportunity to inform you that "Prince and Jebi" in the book "The Gift of Love" in 1888 is the role of "The Happy Prince," the title of the book. Around 2 or 3 p.m. every day, children returning from school usually went to the Teolbo merchant's house, the Kkotdongsan, to play. It was a beautiful, large, and wide garden, like a place where fairies in heaven play. The soft, fine grass was laid blue, and the red, yellow flowers were grinning like stars twinkling in places on the lawn.

One of Salome's masterpieces, Oscar Wilde's fairy tales, is "The Furman."

An example of a person is getting married, and if you get married, you have a husband. His idea of poetry and of his husband would have ended roughly with this word. Obligations, rights, righteousness, and affection that inevitably arise between husband and wife...… I didn't even know about this. A husband is the son of a book of poems, a person who acts as he pleases, and must sleep in one place at night. Other than this, there was no idea and understanding of the couple. It was known until Idong-ri that a Saxi planned to poison Saeseobang's rice with sheep water. In Dudong-ri, a Saxi was caught hanging a sleeping Saeseobang in cotton. In Dong-ri, Seobunne, a young bride conspired with someone to kill her husband by hitting him with a bat. These events affected Seo Bun-yi's head strangely. Although he was born in a rural area and grew up in a rural area, he was born in the modern era, which is a transitional period, and he could not help but embrace the air of the "era." While Dohee's women sighed while looking only at pictures of a man who was desperate, in love with something like poison as if it were the most secret, and worshipped Valentino, who wanted to worship, there was also a stir of the rural woman's mind. "My husband is a good person to kill." This was the first shadow that several cases of poisoning or attempted poisoning of my husband near me threw at Seo-bun's heart. There would be no more problem with this, but this shadow that sat in his heart did not hesitate to take another step soon as it sat down.

Several events cast their first shadows on Seo-bun, who had no idea and understanding of the couple's affection and loyalty.

There was no such thing as a pretty girl. Instead of a pretty girl, there was another bride. Disappointed, I forgot to buy a cigarette and came back. I didn't even know if I was sick or absent. No, I didn't even know I moved to another store. That's right, by the way! I went back in and looked around from the bottom floor to the sixth floor. I couldn't see if I didn't see it, or if I didn't see it, but it didn't open my eyes. The next day. Even today, Song Young-ho left the boarding house only when he came, and stopped by Morinagael to find a pretty person with an incarnation. I was thinking that he'd be here today. But the pretty one wasn't there today either. I don't know, I started from the bottom floor and looked around the 6th floor like yesterday. It didn't stand out either. The next day, I did it again. As such, a week passed in the midst of curiosity, the hard days and days. And then finally today...… Today, he was turned off by Kang Seon-pil and wandered around Bonjeong and Myeongchijeong all day, and returned to Jongno only when the lights were turned on in the evening and it was dusk. Song Young-ho stood in front, followed by Kang Seon-pil, and the two entered the southern precinct of the incarnation. He entered the room like that, and then Song Young-ho stopped walking. Pretty! It was really pretty. It was that pretty. However, even though she was pretty, she was not a pretty girl who was a saleswoman at a cigarette store until about a dozen days ago. A handsome young man dressed up as if he were flying away, dressed up nicely, and standing close to each other, and the two, who walked happily talking to each other as if they were making faces together, were a newlywed couple, but there was nowhere to go.

Song Young-ho went to Hwashin and looked around thinking that he would be here today, but a week passed.

After a while, the sky, which had been blue until then, suddenly became cloudy and shiny, thundering, black clouds crowded, and rain poured in, and suddenly the rich man's house and the land around it became a big lake, and all the people in the house died. In addition, in the center of the lake, there is a large rock called Hongjangam, which is a place where patrolman Park Chung-sook (肅信巖 = Unbongin Management Board) played with a gisaeng named Gangneung Beauty Hongjang during the reign of King Gukjo. At that time, Park Chung-sook went to Gangneung as a patrolman, heard that Hong-jang was a pretty woman in Gangneung, and she always thought about her beautiful relationship and missed her dream. After that, she found Hong-jang's house again on her way back from patrol. The patrolman was disappointed and went back to the inn without saying a word.

Hongjangam Hermitage in the center of the lake is a place where patrolman Park Chung-sook played with a gisaeng named Hongjang, a beautiful woman in Gangneung, during the reign of King Gukjo.

I had no choice but to remain silent for a moment, trying to patch up my confused head. As if waking up from the illusion of the moment, I feel new and strange that my body is properly intact. The streets, bushes, and houses are lined up properly. It's either there or it's still there. "Yuurado, maybe - I sometimes get a lot of surprises and doubts about the present." "Why is this the present?" Yuurado seemed to have correctly examined the identity of the idea that was emerging in my mind. "For example - why does this road necessarily look like this? - Why do houses look like this? - Why is this street built on the same scale now?"…" "Why did Kitayskaya change like now and why did the French consulate look like that?" "Closer - why are your fingers five-stringed, why are you six-stringed people? - Why can't you use one more on the back of your head instead of just two eyes on your belly button stuck to your side. - Why is my hair black - Why is Yura's eyes blue...…." I can give as many examples of my suspicions as I can. What is visible and what is heard is all a mystery to me, depending on how I think. "Scholars explain it with the laws of evolution and reason for necessity - but what is not so cumbersome and unnecessary with six fingers. Rather than that pale explanation, I want to know the true meaning of creation - why there is this current accidental decision - can't I think of a different accidental decision than the present when the present is already a coincidence - it's good that my head is yellow, it's safe to go south, but it's not because I think it's a chance……" "You are a dreadful skeptic. So you always have that gloomy face." "Why am I traveling here now and why are you walking with me...…" "It's just sad to think that it's too hard For no reason. Isn't it treason against nature to think of being out of human power. The painful heart must be a punishment for the traitor." Yuura has a soft voice as if she were telling him to.

I was amazed that my body was fine and everything was the same, but when I said that suspicions were rising about the present, even Yu-woo seemed to have looked at the identity of my heart correctly.

I couldn't ask again, so I just looked around and didn't say anything. SO stayed still for a long time. Then, in a half-shaking voice, he called me, "Sir!" And then he looked at my wriggling fingers for a long time without saying anything, and then he said, "Sir!" again, as if urging my, "Yes!" I said, "Yes," and only looked at the black hair of his bent head. He said, "I'm a moron," and the tears I've endured so far fell again and rolled on the floor without hesitation. I wanted to cry when I heard this. "I'm a moron," he said again in a powerful tone, and fell down on the floor and cried, saying, "I'm a moron, too, I have blood and emotions. There are hot tears and red passion. However, I cry alone with those tears, but no one recognizes them, and I burned my passion alone, but no one accepts it. Poor people are only trying to lock themselves in a more poor hole in the world," he cried feeling. "Does Mr. A feel sorry for me?" "If you really feel sorry for me, please understand my heart," he cried on his knees. Sir! Who doesn't cry when he hears this, and who doesn't feel sorry for him? I stopped hugging SO and cried for a long time. "Don't cry, Mr. SO, I pity you. I really sympathize with you." "Then will you love me for a long time, a cripple without a leg?" When I heard this, I just said, "What?" and said nothing. I couldn't answer that. It was my young wife who appeared in front of me. So it was a kid playing with a stick. SO said, "What? "A, please answer me," he said, looking at me with drops of tears in his eyes.

I felt sorry for SO, who was crying on his face, hugged him, cried for a long time, and didn't say anything when asked if Gil would love him.

"Why don't you leave Western history and decorate several world history based on the Darwinian view in envisioning modern world history in the future?" He stutters to express his intention because academic predicates are not spoken at will. "In the East, there is a world history that is complete as an East, India is India, Gina is Japan, Japan is Japan, so let's abandon the ancient, medieval, and modern categories that we came up with in Gura-pa-hak and look at the East as an Eastern university. Also, the concept of culture is to have our own thing, away from the Gurafa thing. It's worth sitting down as an Asian and thinking about it, but it's worth remembering that one idea of the East has yet to have the unity of the West or the Gurapa. Hunger is the crisis or fall of the Gurapa spirit, although it was caused by the collapse of this unified concept. In other words, they have the Middle Ages, don't they. Isn't it said that there is a fall of the Gurapa that often breaks the unified Gurapa spirit that the Middle Ages had. But they believe in the rehabilitation of their spirit because they believe in the tradition of the spirit that had unity. Buddhism and Confucianism would be much better for these spiritual values. Confucianism and Buddhism were also prosperous in Joseon, but they did not have the mental power to achieve their own ideas or cultural traditions when they entered Joseon through India or Gina. Hunger is not due to Buddhism or Confucianism, but it is also the fault of our ancestors." It seemed that there would be no gap to rub in one corner. Listening to Lee Kwan-hyung's thoughts, he seemed to understand somewhere that he had an unsanitary lifestyle. As an Asian, it was also considered a tragedy that he could not help disparaging the East. He thought for a moment about Oshi-hyung's letter. Was it said about this that creation is busier than criticism, saying that it is a communication of intellectuals these days that they think it will occur naturally if criticized.

Listening to Lee Kwan-hyung's thoughts, it seems like a tragedy that cannot help but disparage the East as an Asian, and I wondered if this is the kind of communication of intellectuals that Oh Oh-hyung said in his letter.

"Look at that. Am I lying. "It's not as sweet as sugar." K was saying this as if he were proving my repeated words countless times. Jeong-sook smiled as if she were trying to make the words while removing the belly from her lips, which the grapes were soaking red. "I will stop now. What if it's too red?" Jeong-sook refused in advance, watching the new flow of flower water pour out on the two parts. "Even if it's not alcohol, it's like that.""Draw it. There's no redness in the face," K said again in a confident tone. "No. Please quit, I really can't eat it," Jung-sook pushed K's holding glass. "It's okay. Even if your face turns a little red, where do you see it at night?" "But...…." "But what do you mean? Just take my word for it. This is not alcohol," K said, putting the glass into Quiet's mouth. "Give me an egg in." Jeong-sook took the glass, fearing that alcohol would spill on her clothes. And he's frowning as if he's taking some bitter medicine. "Just inhale it all the way," K took my glass in one gulp, urged it once more, and came forward. The red liquid began to trickle in little by little. The man's rough breath was enough to stand in the girl's face, and their distance was narrow. "Is it so hard to wash it?" K said, without even crying out hastily, turning one arm over Jeong-sook's shoulder as if to hug, pushing the belly on her lips with one hand. Quiet felt the flow of fire in his body. Sweet water poured down the mechanically open throat.

Jeong-sook smiled and refused as if she admitted to K's repeated words many times.

"Who the hell is it?" Hyung-tae was stupid even to say. Ha-gi may have forgotten for an instant that Jae-soo is his son. "What are you doing?" When the heavy body moved, the Seoul house hurriedly came down from the bench and put on shoes. When I reached the toenmaru to run into the room, I held my head in the hand of the form without saying a word. It was the blood of a new foot. He fell to the ground insignificantly after one strong whipping. Jeomsun, who knew how to trim the form, was dizzy and pressed down on the spot. I was afraid to look down the master's house from the tree at a time when I couldn't figure out what kind of stool would occur that night. One o'clock busily grabbed the jade mound and sent it down first, followed by sliding down the tree. In the back, the sound of words exchanged gradually became smarter and a big drumbird seemed to begin at once. The three, who were selected for their souls by the more amazing changes than last night's changes, somehow seemed to be responsible for the night, so they ran out of the rice field without looking back. The next morning, the rumor came from the back village. Around dawn, when Jeomsun left home to work at her home in Seoul, she heard last night's news from Chunsil on the street. Jae-soo said that the farmer was unable to wake up until the morning, carrying the farmer on his back and lying down in the house in the back village when he was beaten with a wet branch, bleeding, and fell down. The eldest family is worried about the swelling of the whole body and the change in appearance, so they cry and blow, make a medicine, and then prepare for the beating The family was a fuss.

Jeomsoon heard that Jae-soo, who fell down after being hit by water from Chunsil's on his way to work, was unable to wake up until the morning.

The progenitor of "Gimgong" was suspended, and the owner called the merchant with a layer of Jangji. 'Yes.' 'Are you not going for a walk today?' 'I don't know.' 'Where do you go for a walk every night?' 'Is there a certain place here and there?' 'Honey, you're going to meet someone every night.'I do. But let's have a share of people like me." "You're welcomeI draw it. How can such a rumor be spread?" "I can't deceive it," he says, memorizing the sijo alone. The merchant smiled to himself, thinking that he was aware of the ek, and then thought carefully again and came up with a plan. It's past eight o' The moon is too bright. He stepped out of the door with only one groom. It is a well where he deliberately goes around the long distance, lifts up the furrow, climbs the mound, and then descends again. The well, which was built with stones, was filled with blue water, and the willow branches next to it were hanging down as if they were waiting for someone on the well. Since there are no people and the slope is silent, the moon seems lonely in the air, and the waiting person is not coming, so it seems that only the empty chest is tight. The merchant came and went. In the sky, a cloud passed through the middle of the sky. In the distance, a dog barked. "It's coming." Jong-ah came and put Dong-i by the well without saying a word. The water on the copper was shining in the moonlight as if it were painted with mercury. 'You've been waiting for a long time.' 'No.' 'The moon is very bright today.' 'Yes.' Jong-ah tries to catch a bucket by growing water. The merchant went next to Jong-ah and held his hand, and asked, "Why is there our medicine?" The bucket was released, but only the two hands were held.

After eight o'clock, the merchant who left the door deliberately turned around and went back and forth, tightening his chest to the well.

Therefore, he/she never complained to Namsu, an old man of the Kang clan, even in his/her dream, because he/she was fed rice mixed with barley or sometimes flour. Anyway, he would put the actual monthly salary of KRW 389 to KRW 23 into the hands of the elderly Kang and spend the remaining KRW 1056 for a month. The lowest level of cigarettes is to buy and smoke Heung-ah, get a haircut, buy wooden tickets, pick and buy a couple of books, ask Doyoung and Yun-dal to buy a treat for Chunbal-won, and don't forget to bring about 20 fried dumplings on the way back inside. Most of them were consumed by that night, and it was only for a couple of days, and it was rare to have dozens of silent alumina left, so to be right, it should be called a day's use, not a month's use. To earn the price of barley rice and flour for this poor month (or a day), Doo-sik worked as messy as he did at his job for ten hours every day, walking in the early morning, hitting the road to Yeomcheon Bridge in Anguk-dong. There is not much time to rest, and there is not much time to play, and I always have time to read, but I had to devote all the energy and vitality of the long journey. Considering that it is a "waste of life and youth," and that we are one or two groups as candidates for Joseon's first Nobel Prize literature, the summit should be more sympathetic. It is impossible for the "salary" to be a disgusting person who is extremely desperate and doesn't recognize people.

Woo-sik was doing dirty work at a loose workplace to earn the price of barley rice for a poor month.

However, he couldn't believe only the messenger's words, so the nurse came to the blind man's house in Changdong Makpaji in a kiln and met him, so it was clear that he was the lady of the owner's house. "Oh, lady, what's wrong?" The nanny was surprised and glad, so she held In-sook's arm and cried happily, "Let's go to your house soon this way."" In-sook said, "What do you mean, if you don't know grace as a person, you can't do it without gold." I don't agree to go to my parents' house because I'm alive, but it's the grace of this house that saved me, so I won't leave this house until I return the favor." The nanny couldn't resist the lady's deep words, so she went back to Sangjeon's house and reported this to her owner, Panseo, and Sangha thought it was strange and took her daughter's words seriously, so she accompanied Cheongjik to visit the blind man's house. The blind man forced Chung-jik to refuse the money and forced her to go away. When Sang-dong saw the owner give up the lady for the money, he said, "I'm not going to Uidang's house, but I think it's so empty that I think I'm done with my work."I draw it." "That's right. First of all, it's built." "But the teacher told me this is the first way to get ahead. What is this?" "Stay, there's a day when I find you even if I'm not in a hurry." The owner's blind man's words are a mystery, but I felt an unbearable silence if I don't believe it.

The owner Panseo listened to the nanny and took her daughter in particular, and accompanied Chungjik with money and white wood to visit the house of the blind.

And in the fall, you have to cut it down and put it on your back. Will Miryeong be able to handle it? No, Miryeong's hands are so soft and her clothes are so luxurious. Even if Mi-ryeong is determined by these conditions as my wife, he has not even cultivated the strong power to overcome such pain. My only qualification as a wife is that he loves me. However, when the power does not comfort my heart, the love will not produce a smooth flower like a flower tree on the land where it cannot be hung. I definitely felt like I should not forget Mi-ryeong. However, it was difficult to pin down Mi-ryeong's heart, who would suffer from drawing gold blue, saying, "I don't know the passionate love that is dedicated to me by leading the heart of love that loves me with unknown power." Come to think of it, Miryeong's love dedicated to me seemed to be getting round. "I don't think it's a coincidence that Jegi came to the academy." Even when he said this, he said, "Sugyo! I want to buy a field." Apples suitable for growing...…." I'm even getting these words! Daemyungsa Temple, which calls me from a teacher to a teacher, has changed, and isn't it possible to discuss the cost of living! "This province is no match for apples. It has to be a dreary land, but this is all sand." "How about poultry?" "It's more like poultry!" Isn't it necessary to have a market?" I made excuses and did not express my attitude for nothing and regretted making Miryeong believe me this much.

He has not cultivated the strong power to overcome this pain, and if the power does not comfort my heart, the love will not blossom smoothly.

However, the family situation is very difficultAs it turned out, the thing that bothered the parents was to exterminate the whole family in a day. The job I got once was also thrown away because I was frustrated, so I couldn't find a new job again soon. She was destined to go to the door like a domestic animal being taken to the slaughterhouse. In this situation, if you are inside the house, you have to sit on your seat, and if you go out on the street, you have to walk around until evening even if the boat is high. There were many times when I went home late at night after talking without knowing the time when I met a friend after wandering around the street. She stopped her feet in front of S department store. The newly renovated department store looked much different from when it was before. Each entrance that was so lonely was decorated in the shape of an acrobatic monkey, and there were many motorcycles that delivered. The display case looked funny with a picture of a woman in a swimsuit in the background even though it was early spring, but the minister was spectacular. The door was cramped even though it was morning for customers to come and go. Some of them were neat and tidy. "Who gives money to live in such luxury?" Young-ae thought that any woman in Joseon would be in a pitiful situation like her. There are still daughters of families who live with it, but they will be the same as themselves only a few days later. She came to think this way because she heard Jong Ho's story about all the situations in Joseon, the destruction of the economy, and the future of the people of Joseon. She thought Jong-ho's words were certainly credible in light of her family situation and her situation. Young-ae thought that women who spend money well were usually buying and selling. Chaeyoung, a child among her friends, lives like a mole at the house of Omaksaeng's wife, but is a fur coat in winter, silk clothes in spring, sea bathing in summer, scattered in autumn, and luxurious life is all thanks to drinking. Young-ae herself was almost tempted by the child's temptation and almost ruined her life.

She had no choice but to go to the door because she threw away the job she had obtained and the family was in a difficult situation, and it was like killing the whole family to bother her parents.

When I visited my brother-in-law, he was stacking charcoal in the barn. Su-nim took off the towel on her head and rolled it around, put it on her side, and called her by the storehouse, saying, "Aren't you okay?" And she looked at her sister with charcoal on her face, nostrils, and hands, and she said, "Stay still, and pile this up..." Then, as he comes out of the pile, he asks, "Are you going to the hospital?" and swaps his body. "Yes. I'm going to the hospital. But my brother! What happened to you when you didn't show a child at the hospital?" "What did you say yesterday?" "What did you say, "Yesterday?" I didn't see anyone yesterday. I just want you to go without worrying about anything, but you have to be able to come as you are. I was late all day at the hospital doorstep. When you come home because it's dark, it seems like you're hearing a child crying, and even if you sleep at night, you should be able to sleep when Moses comes to call your mother. Maybe I'm going to die." "Eh, crazy girl. Why die. Don't worry about anything. Would a congressman think well and fix it? It's because it's an infectious disease that prevents me from seeing you. Don't worry. Then I'll take care of my back…" "But I can't believe it no matter what I think. I'll die with him if he dies. After killing Moses, I can't see Moses' father after this, and it's not fun for me to live. The world only curses me as a damn girl, a dirty girl, and a western girl, and my mother only criticizes me for not marrying somewhere else every day... However, I believe in that one thing, and if it dies, what am I going to do in my life?" and wash my tears with the skirt. "Huh, why are you so determined and keep on fretting?" said my brother with a big smile. Who cares what others say or don't care, and the mothers gods should be so angry? Don't worry about it because I hate you. And a child has nothing to worry about. Why don't you cure that much at the hospital? I try to cure a disease that goes beyond that. How many people have cured a disease that they have given up on for years and given up because they can't cure it. Don't worry about anything…" Su-nim believed in her brother again. And since he knows more about everything than I do and has experienced a lot of hardships in the world, he is a reliable person, and at the same time, he did not know how much appreciation and faith he had in providing all the food and livelihood after Moses went to the hospital recently.

Su-nim went next to the storeroom and called his brother, and he said he was going to the hospital, and he didn't see a child at the hospital, so he came late all day at the door of the hospital