Sculptor was selected and several times,there were chances to change careers. Whenever it was time to select one, Weed went the way of the Sculptor.
Basically,the fact that he was warming up more to sculpturing could not be denied.
If a person has superior workmanship skills, then he will always make a great sculpture. However, detailed parts of a sculpture does not impress.
The skills must be insufficient.
Concentric sculptures made by a child. Course workmanship made it feel clumsy, everything felt different than it should be.
Curiously,others are happy with the sculptures made, as joy is delivered and smiles are put on their faces.
Pleasantness, that was what rewarding sculptures were made of. Filled with love for sculptures and being faithful to yourself every time you carve.
‘My sister’s smiling face, grandmother’s loving eyes … I think those were times when I was most happy.’
Weed was being paid while enjoying his task. It was pure bliss!
Carving Seoyoon smiling.
A murderer, times when she was scared, times when she was happy, all those contributed to the beginning of a real sculpture.
The risk of freezing to death in an icy cold snow storm, it was overcome with the creation of Bingryong.
Sculptures were the only companion that travelled alongside Weed during his adventures.
Having a painful dream.
Unfulfilled dreams become reality through sculptures.
Unfolding life by investing in sculpture and swordsmanship, this was another transformation.
It created a sense that sculpting was not difficult.
Sculptors had to stay close to and be clear of people's feelings,but nevertheless, sculptures had various forms.
The fear of failure was often time-consuming for Sculptors, mainly the large ones, but a good sculpture was the only one that could deny it.
Sculptures made with the heart and soul.
Weed was trying to forget the poetic memories but the dreams for the future of sculpting unfolded to him.
‘Well, terribly cheap, so far the value that was placed so far...What if it can be done even better, but tiresome so just choose what is presented.’
Weed spoke.
“I will go the way of the Eternal Sculptor.”
***
- Oppa, how are you?
- That...
Zephyr was alone in Todeum and was answering Yurin’s questions in whisper.
She did not know what answer she should give, though if suddenly connected, even between the whisper, a greeting was shared.
‘I know, at least on the day that Geomchi was killed.’
It was so devastating that when Geomchi was mentioned, the mood and heart was heavy and had to sit down!
However, there was no denying, the answer was kind.
Then while in the car, Yurin suddenly asked him.
- Where is Oppa’s home?
- Gangbuk. Pyeongchang.
- Where is Pyeongchang?
- The description is hard... It’s north of Bukhansan.
- Oh, Brother’s life is difficult. Does water from the tap come out well? Does the bus to town pass there?
- …..
- Later I will buy for you an energising seaweed rice cake.
Business cards could/were not even be handed out as Pyeongchang was treated as an upstart mountain town.
- What does Oppa intend to do when you graduate from school?
- What?
- Isn’t there anything you want to do.
- Because what I want to do...Don’t have to think that much. My parents would just have me take over the family business. So far, it’s turning out that way with a lot of studying.
- What is your family business?
- It’s Sung’s …..
Zephyr was hesitating about whether to tell the truth. This was because he had never told anyone in Royal Road about his family.
- You're from Sung Electronics?
- Huh? Mmm.
The established former five-star world record holder in annual revenue and net income company, Sung’s Electronics was the center of a group of affiliated companies.
‘It’s not wrong to say that Sung Electronics is one of our affiliates.’
- The Sung Electronics that sells everything from computers, cell phones, kitchen appliances and so forth?
- Th-That is true.
- Heh! That’s great.
Zephyr had met an extensive number of women, and he noticed that she was on the unusual side.
‘That reaction was a little weird though.’
Surprise and admiration, but it was a proper attitude.
He then heard Yurin whisper.
- Tonight could you come to my house? Don’t tell my brother …. Today I’ll make my brother a painting.
Yurin suddenly asked in a clear voice.
***
Choi Ji-Hoon was cardioplegic when he saw the suffering, his face was haggard as his car was driving into the neighbourhood Lee Hayan was living in.
“What is happening.”
An invitation to a woman’s home was welcomed, but if the opponent was Lee Hayan, the circumstances would be different.
Conversation and intimacy with their lives at stake, invited to the house at night I must do whatever it takes....
“Life or death. There was no room for excuses.”
Choi Ji Hoon was obsessed with a myriad of delusions and was forced to back off.
The location was not hard to find thanks to the simple directions given by Hayan.
A bit of a distance from the roads and stores was a small house located in a secluded area.
The yard was full of flowers in bloom and in the corner were jars.
“Really.”
Choi Ji Hoon smiled.
“Theres a pleasant atmosphere about the house as if she was raised well.”
But he had not the slightest idea.
Lee Hayan was in the kitchen, working hard to make it clean.
“Kitchen maid and even later, married. Cooking kimchi and side dishes will be continued to be carried with you even as you prepare to die.”
Be that as it may, the dishes and the laundry were not forced completely, but most of it were the tasks in Lee Hyun’s life.
The house was saved.
Years of newspaper delivery had trained a sense of geography. For a long time, the sun was good they found a house in a quiet secluded area and bought it.
Ding dong.
Choi Ji Hoon rang the doorbell and the front door opened.
“Excuse me.”
Seeing as it was the first time visiting a woman’s house, secretly his heart trembled a trifle. His two arms were holding flowers and a fruits basket as a present for whatever was to come.
*Bark!*
Soon after, the barking dog ran into the yard.
“Heog!”
Choi Ji Hoon faltered and stepped back.
“What is this veal dog.”
The big dog came running up while wagging its tail, licking and desperately rubbing on his body.
An excessive display of intimacy.
He realised its behaviour was because it knew he was a guest.
“Come in.”
Lee Hayan, wearing a white t-shirt came out on the porch modestly dressed. Even then, Choi Ji Hoon was trying to pretend to be friendly.
“Boshin, go ahead and relax.”
As soon as Hayan said this, the tail stopped wagging at once and the dog quickly retreated to its kennel.
Choi Ji Hoon’s spirit was in turmoil, he held out the flowers and fruit basket.
“It was awkward to come empty-handed so I brought something."
“Yes, thank you.”
Hayan received the fruit basket and led Choi Ji Hoon into the house.
“The flowers?”
“What about the umbrella stands....”
“.....”
Lee Hayan served the meal with side dishes that were food boiled down in soy sauce or other seasonings.
“Bon appetit.”
Impetuously showing up,taking dinner at the table that was already set,Choi Ji Hoon raised the spoon.
“Although it’s not much, have your fill.”
Eating at home was different. Side dishes were carefully pick so they would not put a strain on the stomach.
The immaculate Choi Ji Hoon was struck with the taste of the food.
“Delicious. I enjoyed it.”
His words were not empty, even the rice was great. The dishes were more delicious than eating a full course in a restaurant.
As soon as you ate t