Chapter 213 – Afterword – Part 2
“Hanseong says he likes Chanho!!!”
“Ah, ha, don’t do that!!!”
Hallway of the school. Hanseong, full of tears, was running behind Hanbyul, who was laughing and screaming.
Hansung’s 18th love, Chanho, made his face reddened at the sight of him and screamed out loud.
“I-I don’t like it!!!”
Pop-.
Hanseong’s running stopped. His face hardened from the shock, and he had a dazed expression. The steps of Hanbyeol, who was running ahead, also stopped. It made his eyes wide open and made him break out in a cold sweat.
Hanseong said those words while looking at Chanho with a face covered in betrayal.
“I-you gave me potato chips…”
What the hell was that What did you mean by potato chips? I thought you liked me too, but why are you doing that now?
Seeing Hanseong looking at him with a face mixed with all sorts of emotions, Chanho shuddered and closed his eyes tightly and screamed.
“I just gave you the leftovers!!!”
As for Chan-ho, it was a word he said with a feeling of ‘ugh’. In fact, Chanho also had a good Hanseong. However, was it difficult for elementary school students to be honest with their hearts?
“Huh…”
Hansung’s face was filled with tears. Tears rolled down my cheeks again.
Hanseong felt sorrow as if his heart was being torn apart.
One spring day at the age of 11, Hansung’s 18th love was coming to an end.
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“Keuh uh… Uh huh…”
Do-gyun realized it when he saw Han-seong crying sadly with his face buried in his arms.
‘It was tea again.’
That his third daughter was kicked again.
“Okay, we have to take care of our daughter. Yes?”
“Huh…”
She was crying so bitterly that tears, mucus, and even saliva flowed out of her chest, soaking her chest.
Do-gyun patted Han-sung on the back and turned her head to the side. There was Hanbyeol, who knelt on his sofa and raised his hand. It seemed like he knew what I was doing wrong, but…
‘… If you know, don’t do it.’
As if she couldn’t stand that playfulness, her second daughter made a dark history of her twin sister again this time.
Do-gyun closed his eyes and groaned at the rising headache.
This was the 13th time, the number of times he had been called to school since the twins entered elementary school.
It was always the same reason. Hanbyeol spreads rumors. Hanseong cries. The boy is angry. Hanbyeol beats a boy.
Do-gyun suddenly felt a surge of fear in the repertoire that had been passed on unchanged for nearly four years.
Could it be that the number of times they are called to school is over 20? No, if you do everything from middle school to high school, isn’t it to fill the three digits?
While I was getting goosebumps at that thought, Hanseong, who had calmed down his crying, raised his head.
“Dad, I am hungry.”
“Yes? Oh, then shall we have a snack?”
“Yes.”
Did you feel relieved after crying? As Hanseong regained his energy and laughed, Hanbyeol, whose expression brightened together, helped with a word.
“I want some potato chips!”
Potato chips.
Now even Do-gyun knows the culprit behind this incident.
Do-gyun’s expression turned white at those words.
“Heeep!”
Hanseong started crying again.
Do-kyun wanted to cry too.
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Hanbyeol thought.
‘I didn’t do anything wrong!’
That he didn’t do anything wrong Isn’t it? He moved to help his brother out of pure goodwill. In the end, it was the boys who rejected it, so why are you scolding yourself?
It was a shameless thought, but Hanbyeol was sincere. He scolded the boys who cried Hanseong every time, became Hanseong’s companion when he cried because he had no partner, and did not give half of his own cookies on the day cookies were served for lunch.
Hanbyul was unfair.
He likes his twin brother more than anyone else in the world, but since no one knows about it, there is nothing wrong with it.
‘Ehh, as an older sister, I have to endure it.’
Shaking my head. Hanbyul’s head shook. Right after that, Hanbyul looked up and looked at Hansung writing notes in the corner of the bed.
“Are you writing again?”
“… Yes.”
There was Hanseong, who wrote with a flushed face without blinking an eye.
The secret of Hansung that only Hanbyul knows. In fact, Hansung’s dream is to be a novelist.
Hanbyul stuck her head out and looked at the writing Hansung was writing.
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The princess defeated the villains with her magic cookies. The Chan-ho villain could only eat potato chips, so he ate a magic cookie and died.
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Hanbyul’s expression hardened. His eyes looked at Hanseong again. I could see Hanseong writing while smirking at what was so enjoyable.
‘There are 18 of them.’
There are now 18 people who died in Hansung’s novel. All the boys full of hansung.
Hanbyeol sneaked out of bed, thinking about how far the number of villains who die in this novel would increase.
I really loved my brother, but… , But it didn’t seem like that.
*
Do-gyun’s weekday routine was always the same unless there was a major incident.
Wake up early in the morning, wake up Eun-ah, wake up the kids, feed them, and send them off to school.
Then, when it is only the two of them with Doa, she plays with Doa for a while, and when Doa starts playing alone, she starts doing her housework.
Preparing in advance by washing dishes, cleaning laundry, cleaning up miscellaneous household chores, and managing children’s schedules in the future.
Since there are seven people, there were many things that were too much to take care of alone, but Do-gyun nevertheless enjoyed this job.
The reason is, it was because I made an unexpected discovery like this once in a while.
‘It’s a novel.’
While Do-kyun was cleaning his twin’s room, he found the text written on the pink notebook and burst into laughter.
It was a novel written by Hanseong.
The twins thought they were the only ones who knew this secret, but they couldn’t help it. Who is the hardest walking around the house?
While looking at the back story of the newly written novel, Do-gyun burst into laughter when he saw the boy who had been kicking a long time ago dead.
‘They say he’s a prince.’
Could it be that he has become a potato chip villain and is dying? Do-gyun read the novel with great pleasure.
As his life got busier and he lost the time to enjoy his hobbies, he naturally distanced himself from novels, but at moments like these, Do-gyun felt like returning to his youthful self. He also felt a familiar face rise.
Go Eun Sam.
For some reason, if I say that this article smells like him, would I be too sorry for my lovely daughter?
Do-gyun giggled while reading the novel and brushed off the thoughts that came to his mind.
‘I’m sorry, but that’s not the case.’
How do you compare to him?
‘Ah, let’s go after a long time.’
Immediately after, Do-gyun drew a smile on his lips as he recalled the now-locked room where the memories of those strange and bizarre days were sleeping.
It was a room I would definitely visit on days when I felt nostalgic like this.
When Eun-ah comes back in the evening, I have to put all the kids to bed.
While Do-gyun was thinking about that.
“Dad… ?”
Hansung’s voice echoed in the room.
Do-gyun shuddered and turned his head with a creak.
“Ha, Hanseong-ah… ?”
“That, that…”
Hanseong pointed at the note Do-gyun was holding with a shocked face. The face was bright red.
Do-gyun flinched again at the sight, then raised an awkward smile.
“It was fun.”
Rattle. Hansung’s shoulders shook. Hanseong, who seemed about to burst into tears at any moment, approached Do-gyun stealthily, making his face red like an apple at Do-gyun’s words.
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, it was so much fun. My daughter could be a novelist.”
The corners of Hansung’s mouth began to twitch.
Do-kyun cheered internally for his improvisational ability and stroked Han-sung’s head.
“If you write the next part, will you show it to Dad?”
“… Yes.”
Prison-.
Hanseong hugged Do-gyun.
Do-gyun burst into laughter at that action and hugged Han-seong.
The novel is very interesting and life is worthwhile, but I don’t think there is anything more pleasant than my daughter’s cute acting.
I was in the middle of thinking about that.
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“Uh, sister…”
“Wait. What are you sure is here?”
On the first floor of the house, in front of the door to the locked room.
Hanbyeol calmed down Hanseong, who was urging him with an uneasy face, and started unlocking the room door with the secretly stolen key.
Hanbyeol saw it clearly. Late at night, while waking up and going to the bathroom, Mom and Dad went into this room together.
It’s an exploration! It’s a secret!
Out of curiosity, Hanbyeol managed to get rid of the accident and fiddled with the keychain like that, eventually succeeding in unlocking the door.
Clap-.
The door to the room opened. A bright smile appeared on Hanbyul’s face.
“Let’s go!”
Holding Hansung’s hand, he went inside quickly, and after locking the door from the inside to hear a ‘click’ sound, Hanbyul opened his mouth at the sight in front of him.
A room full of bookshelves and shelves.
It was a room full of all sorts of things.
Hanbyeol said to Hanseong, feeling his heart start pounding.
“I’ll look from there, so you look from the other side!”
Hanbyeol ran out.
Hanseong looked at his back with a frightened face, then hesitantly began to look around the room.
Hanbyeol was more interested in clutter, but the place Hanseong was headed was the bookshelf.
It was because I was curious about why the bookshelf was full of old notes.
Hanseong cautiously approached the bookshelf and took out a notebook that was in his hand.
There was no title. There was just the smell of paper from an old book.
Throbbing.
Feeling his heart beating, Hanseong slowly opened his notebook.
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Chapter 11 – Rainbow View Beam.
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I inherited the will of the three.
