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After dinner.
Jo Sung-hyun washed the dishes.
He was feeling some tension and excitement.
Do homework with your child.
Isn’t that the privilege and responsibility of parents with children?
In the past life, Jo Sung-hyeon had turned away from all those things, but not this time.
He had no intention of turning away from the challenges that were approaching him.
With Chaeyun, you will do your homework perfectly.
There can be no father who turns away when his child asks for help.
At least, that’s what Seong-Hyeon Cho thought.
After washing the dishes, Jo Seong-hyeon arranged the dishes.
Thing Thing.
The bowls lightly bump and make a sound.
After gently wiping off any water splashes in the sink.
He exhaled and turned around.
Chae-yoon, who had been waiting for Jo Seong-hyeon to finish washing the dishes, leaned forward on the back of the sofa and looked at him.
Seeing the child’s twinkling eyes, Jo Sung-hyun laughed.
How could he pretend he didn’t hear the child’s request for help with his homework with those eyes?
Jo Seong-hyeon thought such a thing in his heart and moved to walk towards Chae-yoon.
After stroking the child’s hair once.
he opened his mouth
“Do you want to do your homework?”
“yes!”
Chae-yoon answered with a big nod of her head.
The child held out the notebook he was holding to Jo Sung-hyun.
In the notebook, something was written in someone else’s handwriting, not Chaeyoon’s.
[Any subject is fine, so write a poem.
We will have time to learn about the form and form of poetry with each of our poems.]
Writing a poem seems to be the homework.
Jo Sung-hyun blinked his eyes.
I thought of it as a math homework assignment like addition subtraction multiplication division or reading a children’s book… A completely different kind of homework emerged from what he had imagined.
A little embarrassed, he blinked.
“Chae Yoon-ah.”
“yes?”
“Did you ever learn what poetry is?”
“yes. If you write your thoughts, you see.”
“Well… .”
At Chae-yoon’s words, Jo Seong-hyun nodded.
It seemed to me that he knew roughly how the private art school in Korea was teaching.
Rather than simply telling you that poetry is like this, let me tell you the definition of poetry.
After asking them to make their own poems as homework, they seem to teach the children in more detail with the poems they have made.
It’s a pretty effective, good way of teaching.
Cho Sung-hyun liked this teaching method because it seemed that he could develop the creative part well.
However… .
‘It’s too difficult to make a poem right now.’
It is natural for adults to feel difficult when they ask to write a poem, but how much more difficult is it for a child?
Jo Sung-hyun looked at Chae-yoon with complicated eyes.
The smiling child did not seem to have any difficulty in writing poetry.
“Chae Yoon-ah, I’ve never written a poem, can you do it well?”
“If Daddy helps… ? And I wrote poetry!”
“okay? When did you use it?”
“When Yerin unnie sang before.”
“ah.”
Jo Sung-hyun knew immediately when Chae-yoon was talking.
Last time, when I was making a song for Yumi’s album.
I once asked Yerin Lee for vocals to edit a song.
At that time, the lyrics were not in the right state, so I tried to guess with the lyrics that Chaeyoon wrote.
The child expresses it as poetry.
‘market price… That’s right.’
Cho Sung-hyun felt quite fresh.
Come to think of it, that’s really what a cigar is.
There was no need to think about it complicatedly, and I thought it would be good to just write the lyrics.
“Then, what will the topic be? Do you have a topic in mind?”
“There is one thing I want to do. I don’t know if I can do it.”
“What?”
“Youngjun.”
“yes?”
Jo Sung-hyun doubted his ears for a moment at Chae-yoon’s words.
what have i heard now
Are you saying you’re going to write a poem about Yeongjun?
“Youngjun drew me a picture. I want to make a poem for Yeongjun.”
Chaeyoung explained.
Jo Sung-hyun looked at the child quietly and confirmed that the child was sincere.
‘This… A little, I’m jealous.’
Yeongjun gave me a painting gift, so the thought of making a poem was wonderful and good.
The slightest bit of jealousy was unavoidable.
Seong-hyeon Cho, then, laughed out loud.
Suddenly, Park Han-yul came to mind.
Jo Sung-hyun feels a little jealous, but Park Han-yul may be different.
“Okay, then let’s write a poem about Yeongjun.”
“yes!”
Chae-yoon answered brightly.
And so, an hour passed.
* * *
“I can’t… .”
Chae-yoon shook her head and lay flat on the sofa.
I groaned for an hour, but the poem did not come out easily.
Chae-yoon rubbed her face against Jo Sung-hyun’s legs as if exhausted.
Jo Sung-hyun looked at the child and smiled softly.
For an hour, Chae-yoon worked really hard to make up various sentences.
Of course, there were a lot of times when I did something else and roll around with the doll.
I mean, I was trying.
At the end of the process, Jo Seong-hyeon saw that the child was exhausted and was about to give up, and only then did he open his mouth.
“Chae Yoon-ah.”
“Yes… .”
The child answered in a weak voice.
Jo Seong-hyeon gently stroked Chae-yoon’s hair, who was lying on his leg.
“Then, shall we take a little rest?”
“great.”
“How about taking a break while playing with Dad?”
“play?”
“yes. Daddy will bring the violin.”
“okay!”
Chaeyoung responds quickly.
Jo Seong-hyeon raised the child’s body, and he also got up and took out the violin from the bedroom.
Chae-yoon got off the sofa and ran to the piano.
After Jo Sung-hyun tuned the violin lightly, he took out his smartphone from his pocket and put it down in front of him.
He quickly raised his bow gently.
Chae-yoon sees it and puts her hand on the keyboard.
“What kind of song do you want to play?”
Jo Seong-hyeon asked, and Chae-yoon thought about it for a while, and then smiled broadly as if he had a good idea.
“I’ll do it first!”
“yes. Then Daddy will play along with Chaeyoon.”
Chae-yoon starts hitting the keys.
Soft, but powerful.
different. follow. follow along.
Chae-yoon’s piano starts to ring lightly in the house, and Jo Seong-hyun smiles as she listens to the child’s piano.
As he watched the boy grunt for an hour to write a poem, he analyzed what the problem was.
The solution was actually simple.
Last time, when I added the lyrics to the song “Snowman”, it was easy to attach, but why can’t I use it easily now?
Although there may be differences in the subject matter, Cho Seong-hyeon, as the person who knows Chae-yoon best, judged that the absence of music was great.
What Chaeyoon likes is music, not poetry.
Adding lyrics to it was just a matter of writing down the emotions that the child felt while making music or listening to it.
For some, it might be more difficult than just writing a poem, but for Chaeyun, it wasn’t.
Therefore, Jo Sung-hyun quietly induced the child to realize the method on his own.
And again.
Chae-yoon found a way.
The song the child is playing now is a song that Jo Seong-hyeon has never heard before.
A soft yet strong song.
I get along very well with Yeongjun.
Jo Sung-hyun played the violin by moving his bow to match the child’s performance.
Of course, the young-jun that he thinks and the young-jun that Chae-yoon thinks are very different.
Apart from that, it wasn’t that difficult to keep pace with Chaeyoon’s performance.
Did a minute pass like that?
Chaeyoon released her hand from the keyboard.
Cho Sung-hyun also lowered his bow.
He smiled and operated his smartphone to stop recording.
Chae-yoon smiles happily and quickly takes up a notebook and begins to jot down something.
Humming the song you just played, pauses and writes a sentence, then hums again, stops and writes a sentence.
Jo Seong-hyeon, who watched it, got up and went into the room used as a study and work room.
Chae-yoon didn’t even know that Seong-hyeon had left because she was concentrating on her homework.
Jo Seong-hyeon entered the study, turned on the desktop, and transferred the just recorded song to the desktop.
Jo Sung-hyun, who made the song a little more neat and made a one-minute song in an instant, saved the file.
I don’t know how other fathers help with homework, but Jo Sung-hyun was helping the child with homework as far as he could.
The most convenient way, perhaps, would be the most convenient way to just sit next to yourself and call out sentences one by one or tell them… .
Seong-hyeon Cho did not do that, and allowed the child to figure it out on his own.
Because Chaeyoon was a capable child.
When I went out to the living room, Chaeyoon was holding a notebook with a bright face.
It seems he has written all the poems.
* * *
next day.
Chae-yoon was able to go to school with a confident pace.
And finally, class time came.
“Did you do your homework well?”
“yes!”
“Teacher, he didn’t do homework so he did it in the morning!”
The students respond to the teacher’s words with no fuss.
The teacher, who showed a smile, moved calmly and checked the children’s homework one by one.
“If there is someone who wants to present a poem, it is good to come out and present it.”
At those words, the children became silent in an instant.
After looking at each other, they raised their hands one by one and insisted that he would announce first.
In the end, everyone decided to publish once.
Chae-yoon quietly waited for her turn.
and.
“Now, shall Chae-yoon come out and read it?”
“yes!”
The child hurried forward.
Chae-yoon handed the USB that Jo Sung-hyun had brought in the morning to the teacher.
“Why USB?”
“Play this, please.”
“uh… okay.”
The teacher blinked as if a little embarrassed, then inserted the USB into the desktop and played the file.
A short one-minute song starts playing.
Chae Yoon-i started reading.
And seeing that, the teacher gave an absurd look.
‘Hey, how genius is he… ?’
In ten years of my teaching career, this was the first time I had a child like this.
