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crispy.
A small sound of breath passed through Jo Sung-hyun’s ear.
Jo Sung-hyun watched the sleeping child.
The child’s voice still rings in my ears.
‘Then I’m watching Mom… Because my mother is looking at me too.’
Chaeyoung said so.
While looking at the stars and saying that I wish my mother was there.
To Jo Sung-hyun, such a child’s words came as a bit of a shock.
Chae-yoon was thinking much more mature than Jo Seong-hyun had thought.
I thought it was just a child, but it’s not.
Of course, in the eyes of others, he may be just a young child.
Cho Sung-hyun was also aware of it.
As a father, the behavior of a child and the fact that he is young is something that a father naturally knows.
While with Yeongjun and Mihyun, Chaeyun sometimes appeared younger than them.
This is not Chaeyoung’s fault.
It could be that the environment just made it that way, or it could be that Chae-yoon is trying to be foolish to look a little younger.
Jo Seong-hyeon was also aware of the child’s actions, and he thought about it in many ways.
All he could do was just give him love, so he passed it on.
Because there were times when a child appeared young, but at the same time, he appeared more mature than any other child.
Now is the time.
Chae-yoon’s thoughts were deep.
The children’s music was also deep.
Chae-yoon had a clear world of her own, and it was sometimes revealed through music and when talking with Jo Sung-hyun.
‘Especially when you talk about your mother, it comes out a lot.’
Children do their own concerns, and they put a lot of effort into their own growth.
To the extent that Jo Sung-hyun dared not even imagine.
Even though I was watching from the sidelines, there were many times when Jo Sung-hyun still couldn’t read what Chae-yoon was thinking.
The child was obviously more mature than Jo Sung-hyun thought.
What does this child need?
‘Maybe, maybe you don’t need me.’
Jo Sung-hyun thought to himself.
I wasn’t saying that ‘dad’ Jo Seong-hyeon might not be needed.
He knew very well how much he needed as a father and for his daughter, Chae-yoon.
As his mother, Lee Soo-hyeon once said, Jo Seong-hyeon was an irreplaceable existence to Chae-yoon.
In the same way, Chae-yoon is an irreplaceable existence for Jo Sung-hyun.
But, does Chae-yoon really need an ‘educator’ Jo Seong-hyeon?
Or, do we need a ‘musician’ Jo Seong-hyeon?
I had no choice but to question this part.
It was clear that a child needs love, and also needs Jo Sung-hyun… In that need, ‘educator’. It is questionable whether ‘musician’ Cho Seong-hyeon is necessary.
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Maybe we just need Cho Sung-hyun as a ‘dad’.
“It’s a meaningless idea.”
Cho Seong-hyun stopped thinking about biting his tail in the middle.
Laughing out loud, he mumbles.
It’s not such a nutritious problem.
Even if you think hard like this, the fact that Chaeyoon needs Jo Seonghyun doesn’t change anyway.
‘No, it could be the other way around.’
It may be that Chae Yoon-i doesn’t need Jo Sung-hyun, but Jo Seong-hyun needs Chae Yoon-yi.
In his increasingly complicated mind, Jo Sung-hyun finally shook his head.
He sighed and sighed, then looked at Chae-yoon again.
Chae-yoon is sleeping with her eyes closed.
If those eyelids are lifted now, perhaps Jo Sung-hyun will face the clearest eyes in the world.
Eyes that shine like starlight.
Jo Seong-hyeon looked at the sleeping child for a long time, then slowly moved his body to get out of bed.
It was past midnight, and it was almost one in the morning.
For nearly two and a half minutes, I just watched the child sleeping.
Jo Seong-hyeon checked the time on his smartphone and made a sound.
He came out of the caravan with a loose padding on the chair.
click.
The door opens with a small sound, and a chill rushes in.
Chae-yoon inside was getting cold, and Jo Seong-hyun came out quickly and closed the door.
Outside the caravan were two small chairs.
I sat down on one of them and looked up at the sky, and the stars were still twinkling.
As I watched the twinkling stars, a verse of a poem suddenly came to mind.
As the seasons pass, the sky is full of autumn… Poems starting with .
Although the seasons are different, the verses of the poem keep coming to mind.
One star and memories
love and one star
Lonely and… .
‘One star mother.’
One of the stars in the sky must be Chae-yoon’s mother.
because the child wants it
Jo Sung-hyun spent his time looking at the night sky quietly.
He was still lacking.
Chae-yoon grows day by day, but so does Jo Sung-hyun.
Even today, he was growing up with a lot of thoughts.
It was past two in the morning when Jo Seong-hyun entered the caravan again.
* * *
“Ugh… .”
Jo Sung-hyun groaned slightly and opened his eyes.
He frowned and fumbled for the button.
Last night, I forgot and slept without covering the glass window above.
The sunlight was coming in with great momentum, and Jo Sung-hyun was able to open his eyes normally only after he closed the lid.
Chae-yoon also digs into Seong-hyeon’s arms to avoid the sunlight, but only then does her face feel comfortable when the lid is closed.
Jo Sung-hyun, who smiled, glanced around to check the time.
9 o’clock.
I slept quite a bit though.
I slept a little past two o’clock last night, so I slept for about 7 hours.
Still, he was tired and did not want to move, so he held Chae-yoon in his arms and fiddled with his smartphone.
There was nothing to do, but he didn’t want it to happen, so he searched for a private art school in Daehan on his smartphone.
I was seriously contemplating whether or not to send my child away, but I couldn’t make a decision without properly researching the school.
Daehan Academy of Arts was one of the most famous private schools in Korea.
As it is a private art school, it has produced several artists.
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Music, drawings, and even writing.
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Many have laid their foundations through the Daehan Arts Academy.
Interestingly, there are elementary and middle school courses, but no high school courses.
From high school onwards, the school said that we should do more detailed art rather than comprehensive art… It is understood to some extent, but not completely understood at the same time.
Anyway, that wasn’t the point.
‘There is no need to worry about that since we have a lot of links with other art high schools in many ways… In the end, the most important thing is whether to enter the school or not.’
It turned out that tuition was not expensive.
Tuition is also tuition fee, and the criteria for admission were strict.
The children entering Daehan Arts Private Elementary School are now only eight years old, and they ask for documents from those children.
Documents about the careers of children.
‘I’ve seen how great it is.’
Cho Sung-hyun scratched his cheek.
The will to bring children to learn and teach them properly was evident in many places.
As he continued to look through the search results, his smartphone vibrated briefly, and then a text message came.
A text message from Yoo Jae-gyun.
– Jaekyun Yoo: Seonghyeon, when should I eat breakfast?
Although Chae-yoon was still sleeping, it seemed that she would wake up soon.
Seong-hyeon Cho replied right away.
9:30 a.m.
They regrouped at the table where they had barbecued last night and started eating.
There were breads I bought yesterday, so I ate a simple breakfast with bread, eggs and bacon.
Young-jun and Chae-yoon were still a little tired, so they filled their mouths with bread and murmured, but their faces were full of tired signs.
“What do you do after eating?”
“There was a cable car ride nearby, how about going there?”
“The cable car is fine.”
“Then let’s eat and rest for a while and see you around 1 o’clock?”
“Good.”
Seong-hyeon Jo answered when he saw Chae-yoon blinking at the word “cable car”.
Come to think of it, the child had never even ridden a cable car.
* * *
After finishing the meal, Seong-hyeon Cho arranged with the children.
After tidying up, Chae-yoon and Young-jun say that they are going to see the rabbit, so Jeong Mi-won leads the children to the rabbit cage.
“Would you like to have a cup of tea?”
“I was still thinking of hot tea.”
“I’ll bring it. Oh, there is also a picture that Yeongjun drew yesterday, would you like to see it?”
“Did Yeongjun draw a picture yesterday?”
“Yes, wait a minute.”
After saying that, Yoo Jae-gyun quickly goes into his caravan and brings a sketchbook and a thermos.
While drinking a cup of tea, Yoo Jae-gyun boasted to Jo Seong-hyeon of Yeong-jun’s drawing.
“I’ve been drawing like my mom since I was a kid, and lately I’ve been really good at drawing.”
“Wow… You are pretty.”
In the black night sky, there are stars.
There are two caravans under it.
Although Jo Seong-hyeon did not know exactly what painting was, he could tell that it was a painting that went far beyond what a typical 7-year-old child could draw.
It wasn’t a very detailed painting, but the emotions contained within were clearly revealed.
It is a very emotional picture.
“Until yesterday, I was actually worried a lot. About Yeongjun’s school.”
Jaekyun Yoo opens his mouth and speaks.
It was a topic that Jo Seong-hyeon was also contemplating, so he was able to empathize by nodding his head.
Jaekyun Yoo took a sip of tea and spoke slowly.
“But last night, while watching Yeongjun drawing… I have definitely made up my mind.”
“… … .”
“Even though the child was nodding and sleeping, he wanted to draw a picture to the end, so he endured it and finally drew it.”
“ah… You must have been tired, but it’s wonderful.”
“Okay. It seemed so clear that what he really wanted to do was draw, so there was no need to think about it any more. I am going to send it to a private art school in Korea.”
“You will have to pay tuition.”
Seong-Hyeon Cho said.
In fact, Yoo Jae-gyun was just an ordinary civil servant.
Teacher teaching children at school.
A teacher’s salary is obvious, but of course, it is a tuition fee that cannot but be borne.
The situation is the same for Jo Sung-hyun and Yoo Jae-kyun.
There was a time when Jung Mi-won drew pictures and said that sometimes it was at the level of earning pocket money, but that would literally be at the level of earning pocket money.
Even if he tried to earn money by drawing hard, it was clear that the amount would not be enough to pay for Yeongjun’s tuition.
It would cost a lot of tuition, but it seems that he has made a definite decision, so Jo Sung-hyeon was envious and surprised at the same time.
But a more surprising story followed.
“I want to sell my instrument.”
The words of Yoo Jae-gyun that were thrown away.
Jo Sung-hyun’s eyes fluttered at those words.
Because he knew what an instrument meant to a musician.
