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funeral time.
Chae-yoon looked at the homeroom teacher in front of her with bright eyes.
“Everyone worked hard to study hard today.”
After saying that, the homeroom teacher turns and looks at Chae-yoon.
“And Chae Yoon-ah, the Korean language teacher told me that the poem you presented in today’s Korean language class was really cool. You said that you should listen to all the students. Do you have any thoughts?”
At the suggestion of the homeroom teacher, Chaeyoon blinked.
Should I tell all my students?
It’s good to hear your music in front of a lot of people, but this poem wasn’t meant to be heard by a lot of people.
It was a poem written by Yeongjun who drew him thanks to him, so Chaeyoon thought about it for a while and then shook his head.
“no.”
Again and again, the child answered that way.
The homeroom teacher smiled, nodded, and opened his mouth.
“Tell me again if you think it will be okay later. It’s okay if you secretly tell the teacher.”
After saying that, she raised her hands and clapped.
“Then, let’s all deliver home correspondence to parents. Get your autograph.”
“yes!”
So after school
The students rushed out.
Chae-yoon moved forward with a bright face.
Normally, I would have run out and find my dad.
Today was a little different.
‘I have to give it to Youngjun quickly.’
The child did not run straight to the front door of the school, but headed to the next class.
There was Yeongjun, who was packing his bag.
Seeing Young-jun stacking several notebooks and putting them in the bag, organizing dozens of writing instruments in the pencil case, and putting them in the bag, Chae-yoon smiled and approached.
“hi.”
“uh? Hello Chae Yoon-ah.”
Young-jun was startled, and when he confirmed that it was Chae-yoon, he smiled brightly.
“What did you do today?”
“Just study… I drew pictures of things.”
“A picture of a thing? What is it?”
“I’m just drawing after anything.”
“What did you draw?”
“I am a water bottle.”
Yeongjun took out the notebook he had put in his bag and unfolded it.
Seeing the picture of the water bottle drawn in pencil, Chaeyoon widened her eyes.
“You drew it very well.”
At those words, Yeongjun scratched his cheek with a strange face.
“There are a lot of older brothers and sisters who draw better than me.”
“You are the best in your class.”
With those words, Yeongjun did not deny it.
Basically, he didn’t think he was great, but humility and confidence are two different things.
Youngjun wasn’t proud, but he had enough confidence.
Still, it was Chae-yoon who said that, so Yeong-jun had a different feeling.
Chae-yoon looked at Young-jun with a smile.
With the child’s eyes looking at him, Youngjun took the note and put it in his bag and opened his mouth.
“Shall we go out and wait together?”
“yes. great.”
Chae-yoon answers.
Youngjun quickly packed his bag and headed out of the classroom.
As they walked together, Chae-yoon held out the paper she was holding to Young-jun.
“Come on, take this.”
What is written is, after all, a poem written about Yeongjun.
There, Chae-yoon quickly took out the USB in her pocket and handed it to Young-jun.
“Come on, this one too.”
“what’s this?”
Young-jun looked at Chae-yoon with puzzled eyes.
“eyesight.”
“city?”
“yes! Because you drew me.”
With a confident voice, Chaeyoon said.
Yeongjun blinked his eyes and began to read the poem written on the paper.
And, the child’s face gradually brightened.
The feeling of reading a poem written about myself was beyond words.
Just feeling happy.
As I go down the stairs, I fold the paper I just received from Chae-yoon and carefully put it in my pocket.
A voice is heard from behind.
“Hello Chae-yoon.”
“uh? Hello, brother!”
“Hello Youngjun.”
“… brother.”
Park Han-yul
Young-jun paused for a moment when he saw Chae-yoon greeting Park Han-yul warmly, but soon made a confident expression.
Park Han-yul, like himself, would not have received poetry.
Young-jun smiled and spoke to Chae-yoon.
“Chae Yoon-ah. What was the USB you gave me?”
“Ah, there is music that Dad and I made together. Music made to write poetry.”
At Chae-yoon’s words, Young-jun showed a bigger smile.
I do not understand what Park Han-yul is talking about and look at Yeong-jun and Chae-yoon with curious faces.
Youngjun opened his mouth with a proud face.
“thank you. I’ll go home and listen.”
“okay!”
Chaeyoung smiled and replied.
Hearing the smiley reply, Young-jun glanced at Park Han-yul.
Park Han-yul frowned at the strange feeling.
Yeongjun could feel even happier when he saw it.
So, school was over.
* * *
Jeong Se-yeon, pianist.
After performing abroad, she came back to Korea after a long time and was taking a little break.
Since the price of the name has been rising rapidly recently, I couldn’t take a break easily, so after trying a little over the past several months, I felt that my condition was difficult to control.
‘It’s still in full swing.’
I’m not even in my 30’s yet, and I can’t control my condition.
Se-yeon Jeong, a pianist, remembered Professor Shin-hwa Shin, who always maintains a correct appearance, and exhaled, thinking that she should continue to maintain a healthy appearance like her.
It’s been a long time since she was lying on the bed and resting, and her smartphone vibrated loudly.
-Manager oppa: It looks like Professor Shin Kyung-hwa went to school this time?
To that, Seyeon Jeong responded by blinking her eyes and moving her fingers.
-Jeong Se-yeon: School? What school?
If you reply like that, you will get another reply soon after.
-Manager oppa: Look at this
-Manager oppa: (Link)
Jeong Se-yeon quickly clicked the link.
That was an interview article.
[…] So, I met Professor Shin Hwa in person.
Why did she choose a private art school in Korea?
What led her to a private art school for her?
To that question, Professor Shin Kyung-hwa answered with a light smile as if there was nothing to worry about.
“I do not know. Well, there must be several reasons. First of all, I would be lying if I said that the part where I put a lot of importance on nurturing juniors didn’t work.”
She said so, gave a soft smile, as if something interesting came to her, and then continued.
“Still, that is the biggest reason. Because the child who captured me was there. I wanted to go see it. That’s the biggest reason.”
Professor Shin Hwa said so.
There is a child who has captured him.
Who will lead the future of classical music? .
Seeing the interview, pianist Jeong Se-yeon burst into laughter.
‘I know who it is.’
Recently, there was only one child that Professor Shin-hwa was paying attention to.
Chae-Yoon Cho.
Since he spoke to her, Professor Shin Kyung-hwa was more interested than him, so he continued to take an interest in her.
that kid is right
“I didn’t have time to pay attention because I was busy, but I would like to see you when I get a chance.”
I saw it at the contest, but I haven’t seen it yet.
I also miss the child’s piano.
I haven’t been able to see it until now because I’ve been working continuously, but I’d like to see it someday if I get a chance.
Pianist Jeong Se-yeon thought to herself.
Have you read her thoughts?
woo woo.
The smartphone rang.
Pianist Jeong Se-yeon smiled at the familiar name that appeared on the screen of her smartphone. “Yes, Professor.”
She answered the phone right away.
* * *
“Let’s go quickly.”
“yes.”
In response to Chae-yoon’s care, Jo Seong-hyun patted the child’s head and uploaded a file to the group chat room.
A group chat room with Yeongjun.
As soon as I came home today, I had to make a music file at Chaeyoon’s request.
One reason.
He gave me poetry and music.
On the way home, Chae-yoon realized that it wasn’t enough.
‘Because I gave you a song without vocals.’
I just gave you the accompaniment and lyrics.
Chae-yoon insisted that she record it herself and send it back.
Jo Sung-hyun had only one thing to do with the child’s claim.
In the end, I recorded Chae-yoon reading a poem and sent it as a file.
Actually, it was more like singing than reading.
-Yoo Jae-gyun: I’m dying of liking Young-jun.
Jo Sung-hyun saw the text and smiled.
Even if he was Youngjun, he seemed to be happy all day.
I was about to move my finger to reply, but before that, a link was posted in the group chat room first.
-Jeong Mi-won: Oh, there was also an article about Shin Kyung-hwa going to school this time.
It was a link to an article that Professor Shin-hwa had an interview with.
After sending a reply.
After reading the interview, Cho Sung-hyun felt grateful.
No matter how stupid he was, he couldn’t tell who the ‘child who captivated her’ was what Professor Shin-hwa said.
Whoever looked at it, he was pointing at Chae-yoon.
Jo Sung-hyeon had no choice but to thank Professor Shin Kyung-hwa for taking care of Chae-yoon.
Chae-yoon, who was reading an article that Professor Shin-hwa Shin had interviewed next to her, shouted “Ah.
I turned my head to look at the child, and as if the child had just remembered, he got off the sofa and hurriedly headed to his room.
“Dad, this!”
Soon after, Chae-yoon rummaged through her bag and pulled out a piece of paper.
Jo Seong-hyeon felt a little embarrassed when she received the home correspondence from Chae-yoon.
“Thursday concert… ?”
The Korea University of Arts has a concert held at least once a month and at most twice a month.
A concert that is not very large, and students sometimes perform.
It was usually for current students or the surrounding residents.
But this concert seems to be a little special, inviting the children of the Daehan Arts Academy.
‘… I think this is something, Professor Shin Kyung-hwa’s breath.’
Jo Sung-hyun thought to himself.
The Korea University of Arts was where Professor Shin Kyung-hwa was working.
Inviting children from a private art school in Korea, something I had never done there before… There was a very high probability that Professor Shin-hwa used his hand.
Seeing that the parents are welcome at any time, Jo Sung-hyun glanced at the date and time.
Right, two days later.
‘I can’t go to work today.’
Jo Sung-hyun thought to himself.
Two days later, he didn’t know who he was going to meet.