132 Reading books gives you more experience! 132

After taking a shower in the dormitory, Jong-seok was listening to the elders of the room today.

"People will start gathering at 10 o'

"Then what should I do?”

"First of all, I want you to stay out of sight."

Jong-seok looked at Moon Jae-chul with a curious look.

"Where can't you see people?"

"Isn't the original protagonist supposed to appear at the end?"

Jong-seok smiled at Moon Jae-chul, a little mischievous.

"You're not serious, are you?"”

"Just kidding. Hahaha!"

Moon Jae-chul, who spoke with a smile, took out a box that was lying on one side and held out.

"Change into this."

When I opened the box at Moon Jae-cheol's horse, there was a hanbok that was probably worn by Confucian scholars in the past.

"This is it?"

"But it's my first event at a traditional seowon, and I'd like to make some shapes."

Jong-seok nodded at Moon Jae-chul's words and began to change his clothes.

Other adults took a box with their names written on it and began to change.

When I changed into a Confucian costume, I felt like I was in the Joseon Dynasty, not in modern times.

And adults seemed to find something funny.

So when adults and Jong-seok were all dressed up, the phone on the desk rang.

The principal answered the phone and looked at the people.

"He says he's from Cheongjukbang.”

"They must have left Busan, but they're the first ones to arrive.”

When Kang Chul-jae muttered, "Cheongjukbang, a calligraphy club in Busan, has already arrived," the principal smiled and said.

"Originally, children who live close to school are late, and those who live far away come early."

"That's true, too. Get out of here.

At Kang Chul-jae's words, the elders of Moon Bang-woo moved to the entrance of the traditional Confucian academy.

As they were heading to the entrance of the traditional Confucian academy, they were able to meet the elderly who walked under the guidance of Yu Yeong-sin.

"Hahaha! Welcome from afar."

At the principal's laughter, the old man walking in front smiled and reached out his hand.

"Cheongseowon, no, it's a traditional seowon now. They're holding an event at a traditional school, so of course we should come."

"Wasn't it hard to get here?"

"It wasn't that hard to get here by plane.

"I guess it wouldn't have taken more than a flight from Seoul.”

"I think it took longer to wait for the plane than to catch it.”

The old man, who spoke with a smile, looked closely at the elders of the room, and smiled at Jong-seok.

"That must be the famous Moon Bang-woo.”

Then the old man approached Jong-seok and reached out his hand.

"My name is Choi Kyung-min from Cheongjukbang, a calligraphy club in Busan."

"This is Lee Jong-seok."

"It's nice to see Mr. Moon Bang-woo in person, who I've only heard about, and I wonder if he'll follow the rumors."

"Famous?"

"No matter how proud Moon Bang-woo's friends were of Lee, we wondered if Seokbong and Chusa were born again."

Choi Kyung-min said Jong-seok looked awkwardly at the elders of Moon Bang-woo. At the glance, the adults of the literary world began to cough and greet the other Cheongjukbang people.

Jong-seok's appetite grew when he saw it.

'You said it would surprise me, ····.'

These are the adults of Moon Bang-woo, who were surprised to see that if they wrote in a calligraphy competition, people would ask who wrote them, and now they seem to have exaggerated rumors about themselves.

This is the only way for adults to come to calligraphy competitions.

When Jong-seok thought of it, Choi beckoned the young man standing behind the elderly in the Cheongjukbang.

"This is my grandson, and I brought him here because he's pretty good at writing."

At Choi Kyung-min's words, the principal approached him with a smile.

"This is Choi Hyun, who won the grand prize at the National Team."

Choi Hyun bowed his head to the principal's words.

"Writers are still too much."

"What are you talking about? Three years ago, I also participated in a contest, but I failed to win a prize. That's amazing. I can't believe you have such a great handwriting at a young age.

"Thank you."

Jong-seok liked Choi Hyun's polite and humble conversation with the principal.

'I've never seen a young man, but there are people who do.'

I've never seen Jong-seok, who is about the same age as himself, among those who do literary or calligraphy.

It was nice to see Choi Hyun. Moreover, he is humble and polite, which makes me feel good.

Jong-seok bowed to Choi Hyun.

"This is Lee Jong-seok. Nice to meet you."

Choi Hyun also bowed to Jong-seok's words.

"My name is Choi Hyun. I've heard a lot about Mr. Moon Bang-woo."

"You shouldn't believe it all because it's a little over-complimented."

"A little bit, I see.”

Choi Hyun, who was watching Jong-seok with a smile, suddenly looked at him and said,

"By the way, do you happen to be in 119 Food Rescue?"

"That's right."

"Oh! I see. When I saw your face, I was wondering if it wasn't because you said you were Moon Bang-woo. I heard you were an oriental medical student.”

"That's right."

"This is great. You have the ability to cook and learn oriental medicine with your head and teach the elders of Moon Bang-woo in calligraphy. I think that's what you're saying about Lee."

"I think it'll hurt a lot when you drop it because you've given it too much space."

When talking with a smile, various gatherings and adults began to arrive to attend the calligraphy contest.

Among them, there was Kang Seung-yoon, director of the National Museum.

"You're here."

Kang Seung-yoon smiled and bowed his head at Jong-seok's greeting.

"How are you?"

"I've been doing fine. But what do you bring with you?"

Kang Seung-yoon had several boxes of antique hanji in his hand.

"These are the books for today's calligraphy competition."

"Writing?"

"It's not the work of famous writers, but it's the books left by those who had great handwriting."

At Kang Seung-yoon's words Jong-seok reached out his hand to the box.

"I'll take it."

At Jong-seok's words, Kang Seung-yoon nodded his head and held out a box and greeted the principal and other adults.

When Jong-seok greeted other adults with the introduction of Moon Bang-woo, Yoo Young-shin approached and reached out his hand.

"Give me a box."

"I'll hold it."

"No, it's inconvenient to say hello to other masters. Give it to me and I'll put it inside."

Jong-seok, who had been on specification several times, eventually handed over the box when Yoo Young-shin spoke repeatedly.

And in the meantime, more adults began to gather in the garden. The tens of thousands seemed seventy at a glance.

The principal looked at the adults and seemed to count something, then looked at the watch and said,

"I'm afraid some friends won't be able to come today. Let's all go inside."

Adults moved to the main building at the principal's words.

The antique hanok-style building was the place where Jongseok had seen writings written by Hwang Myeong-in before.

People began to enter the building. The partition dividing the rooms was removed and people began to take their seats one by one in the long, wide room.

And Yu Yeong-sin came inside with the ladies working in the traditional seowon.

When Yu Yeong-sin came in, the adults hurried up from their seats. They also learned Chinese characters and did math at Cheongseowon, so they knew what kind of person Yoo Young-shin was.

And it is enough to earn their respect and treatment, even though they are old-fashioned.

As the adults lowered their heads, Yoo Young-shin lowered his head and answered, and began to put the teacup one by one.

There were so many people that Yoo Young-shin couldn't put the tea alone, so the ladies who came in with him helped him put the teacup.

Anyway, when the teacup was all set, Yu Yeong-sin tried to go out. The principal smiled and opened his mouth.

"Older ones, too."

"I'm fine with you, so let's talk."

"No, sir. Please take your seat."

When Yu Yeong-sin hesitated for a moment at the headmaster's words and tried to walk to the seat at the very back, the headmaster smiled and took him to the uppermost seat in the room.

"Your place is here."

"How can I take this teacher's place..."

"Today, traditional Seowon events and all the people gathered are those who learned at Cheongseowon. When you're here, we'll be reminded of old memories. Also, your handwriting is enough to be our teacher."

The adults bowed their heads and said to Yoo Young-shin, who hesitated.

"Teacher, have a seat."

"Sit down, Master."

At the request of the elders, Yoo Young-shin hesitated, sighed and sat down.

The principal sat down and said to Yoo Young-shin.

"Teacher, please say a word."

"That 것이··"

When Yoo Young-shin didn't know what to say, Jong-seok crept up from his seat and approached him and whispered in a small whisper.

"If it's hard to say, write down your feelings now."

"Written?"

Then Jong-seok poured some water into the inkstone and began to grind the ink.

When Yoo Young-shin saw the scene, he nodded small and looked at the old people gathered in the room.

Looking at the old people reminded me of their youth. And the former Cheongseowon Wonju, who taught the old people.

'The little master would love to see this.

The origin of Cheongseowon Confucian Academy enshrined by Yu Yeongsin is six parts. And the one called the great master was four generations, and his son was five generations, and now Hwang Myung-in was six generations.

Recalling the Five Great Wonders, Yoo Young-shin grabbed the brush. Then Yoo Young-shin applied ink to the brush and wrote.

Joy and sorrow ···

When Yu Young-shin, who wrote only two letters, put down his brush, Jong-seok sighed small.

You are truly a loyal servant of the Cheongseowon.’

The writings of Yoo Yeong-sin, however, contained a lot of things inside, and Jong-seok was able to see it.

It is a pleasure for those who love Cheongseowon to get together like this, and it is sad that they are sitting in the teacher's seat.

The owner who is supposed to sit here is sitting somewhere else.

Jong-seok, who heard the article and put it where he could hang it, stepped back and looked at the adults stealthily.

The expressions of the adults varied. Some admired the two-letter handwriting written by Yoo Young-shin, while others had mixed expressions.

They also feel what Jong-seok felt.

A calligraphy contest was held along with the writing of "Hu-bi" written by Yoo Young-shin.

Of course, there was nothing special even if it was a calligraphy contest. It's just that adults who are gathered today are writing, showing and talking to each other.

In a way, it was a good idea to think that the Moon Bang-woo meeting had grown a little bigger.

And when the adults who had lunch sat down, the principal opened his mouth.

"Then I will serve the two youngest teachers in our group. Lee Jong-seok and Choi Hyun will come forward."

When Jong-seok, who had already heard that he and Choi would write after lunch, came forward, Choi followed him.

Looking at those two people, the principal smiled and said,

"You two write your favorite letters."

At the principal's words, Jong-seok smiled at Choi Hyun and said,

"I think you're looking forward to it."

Choi Hyun also nodded at Jong-seok's remarks. It was more difficult to write a letter in a way than to write a sentence.

The sentence contains the content, but it is difficult to convey it to people in a single writing.

Just as Yoo Young-shin included everything he wanted to say in just two letters, Hee-bi.

Jong-seok, who was looking at a small piece of paper in front of him, grabbed the brush.

'It's my job to express how I feel now.

Jong-seok wrote down with his thoughts.

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