episode_0266

When Cheong enters the guest room, the guest who was sitting suddenly gets up from his seat, hesitates, wriggles his joined hands, rolls his eyes, and just stares at me, not knowing what to do.

At the same time, his lips are twitching, and it looks like he can’t get the words out.

“Oh my god, Moyong Sojeo. My face became half full. No, what if you use a pretty face like that?”

His face looked like he had lost some flesh, like someone who had starved for a long time.

Her cheeks were thin and there was a dark blackness under her eyelids, and it looked like it was going to come down to the point where I could exaggerate it.

In addition, her lips are white and her skin is a bit rough in texture.

Mo Yong Ju-hee opened his mouth with difficulty.

“Hello… … . How you doing… … ?”

“I got along well, but I don’t think Moyong Sojeo did that. What’s going on?”

“That… … ”

Then he went back to the beginning and became completely dumbfounded, unable to speak.

Cheong wondered what to do, so he sat down and waited for Mo Yong Ju-hee to speak.

Has it already been a while since that happened?

It was a time when Cheong, who couldn’t wait, was thinking of new lines that would hit the nail on the head.

“You know. I wanted to ask if you could do that just once… … .”

“You mean that?”

“Well, it’ll be okay. Saying that everything will be okay and that there is nothing wrong… … ”

Cheong sighed deeply.

What on earth did the kid do when he got home to make his condition worse than when he was here? Moyong’s uncle certainly seemed like a good person.

Mo Yong Ju-hee flinched at Cheong’s sigh, or rather, his shoulders shook, almost like a jump rather than a flinch.

Then he lowers his head.

Cheong sighed again.

I can’t even sigh in front of a sick child.

However, I didn’t really hold back my sighs.

“Moyong Sojeo? Come here.”

“Yes… … .”

As Mo Yong Joo-hee slowly approached him, Cheong tapped his thigh.

It was a movement that anyone could understand the meaning of.

“That… … ”

“ character. Come on.”

Mo Yong-juhui awkwardly took a seat on Cheong’s lap. It’s become so hard on my knees that I can’t tell if it’s a person or a piece of wood.

Cheong then hugged Mo Yong Ju-hee and whispered in her ear.

“I hope Moyong Sojeo doesn’t get too sick. Because Moyong Sojeo did nothing wrong. The bad ones are the blood cultists, so why is Sojeo hurting? It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. It will get better in the future.”

Then, a faint tremor spread. Breathless sobs felt at the same time.

Lady, why are you crying so pitifully?

Can I cry a little? After asking politely, I said, “Waaa

Should I tell them to cry more out of relief?

Cry for your innocence, no, not this. Why is it wrapped in your mouth? Where did you see it? anyway.

Cheong thought for a moment and decided to just stay still. I told him to cry in peace to ease his mind, but I was afraid that if it bothered him, he would try to hold back.

Is this correct? The psychology instructor whose name I don’t remember, or rather, never remembered in the first place?

If a psychology instructor across time and space had listened, he might have given me an answer.

Inconsiderate contact with client, D. Let’s not retake the course and never see it again.

In fact, Cheong considers it to be a panacea that calms the mind of an anxious person, heals the injured heart, and heals the body on its own since the body and mind are one, just by giving it a tight hug.

Because it was an a posteriori judgment learned from my own experience of being comforted by Gyeon Po-hee.

For a long time, anyway, with a superhuman body like steel, or rather, Hancheol, it would be no problem to place a Moyongjuhui on my thigh.

Mo Yong Joo-hee, who had been crying secretly for a long time, seemed to have finally calmed down and raised her main voice.

“Now, it’s okay.”

“I’m fine too, so I’ll just stay like this. But what happened? You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, but wouldn’t it be a little more comfortable if you did?”

“That’s it. Actually.”

Mo Yong Ju-hee clearly explained what his father had said.

Oh my, that guy. I didn’t see it that way, but you seem to have some radical ideas.

“It was so hard, but I should have told it all. I’m sick, so why are you talking like that? Why, Moyong Sojeo is good at that kind of thing.”

“Dad, even if you hadn’t said that, I would have told it to you, but after hearing what you said, I couldn’t. It must be heartbreaking twice… … .”

“Wow, you’re so special.”

Cheong suddenly came to mind.

I don’t want to hurt Mr. Moyong’s heart, but was it okay for me to hurt my heart? Wasn’t it really me who saved him?

After listening to it, I feel embarrassed?

Mo Yong Joo Hee, since Cheong is hugging me from behind, there is no way I can see his face.

If you had seen it, you would have seen a bright color emerging in the center of the eye, a space that should have been pitch black originally.

Cheong is now at its peak.

Chojeoljeong can use Geomgang.

Geomgang is the emission of starlight inherent in martial arts, and the star that Cheong was born with was a thousand-year-old star, the most terrible malefic star in the three thousand worlds.

It’s different from Pacheonmagi, which gets beaten up when it’s bored in the danjeon and laughs to itself with pathetic sounds like squeaks.

In the world of six paths, the world of desire, beneath the deepest trench of hell, it glows leisurely and ominously, because it knows that mere humans cannot ultimately overcome the will of fate and fate.

So, the thousand-year-old lonely star simply watched his incarnation as if watching a child perform.

Every time I rebel against something like trivial enlightenment achieved only through Buddhist knowledge, I just pretend I can’t win and retreat.

“But why did you make my heart hurt so much? At that time, you even used your inner skills, right? If I were an ordinary person, I would have been absolutely crushed.”

A chilling voice.

Mo Yong-juhui’s stomach sank.

“Now, I was wrong, I was a little out of my mind at the time, so I won’t do it again.”

“It’s not a matter of fault. Why did you do that? To Moyong Sojeo, was I a person who could be hurt?”

“No, it’s not like that. At that time, when I saw you, Sojeo, I remembered a painful memory and I was a little out of my mind, so I’m sorry.”

“Hmm.”

A seductive snort as if asking what to do.

Mo Yong Ju-hee stiffened like a piece of wood.

“If I just say sorry, will everything be resolved? How can I trust Moyong Sojeo’s sincerity?”

“Well, then, those nails, at least those nails. Because you like picking that one.”

“You have pretty fingers, but pulling out your nails is such a waste, right? They say an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.”

Cheong’s hand, hugging her tightly from behind, sneaks under Mo Yong Ju-hee’s jeogori. My hands were so cold, the chill slowly crawled like a snake towards my chest.

And then, hehe, a quiet laugh.

“Oh my god. I would have done the same if I had something to do with it. This is how it is.”

“Wrong, wrong.”

“If you just say that, will I understand? Can you tell me straight away what is wrong and what I did wrong?”

“It’s too small, so I’m sorry.”

“You must speak clearly. It’s not that it’s small, it’s right to say that it doesn’t exist at this level, but wow, what is this again? oh my god. Put something like this on it. Should I tweak this a bit? Now, it stings.”

“Huh.”

Stinging. Mo Yong Joo-hee made a sound of out of breath.

It was a strange thing. Normally, it was a disgusting thing that made me explode and hate the other person whenever I touched it, but at this moment, it wasn’t like that, it was painful, painful. A lot, a lot. Are you afraid that your heart will explode? But, but.

“Well, if you wish, if you wish to do so, you can do as much as I did… … ”

Mo Yong-juhui’s answer was trembling.

After that, Cheong blows wind in his ears.

Mo Yong-hui deftly bounced on Cheong’s lap, but was stopped by Cheong’s tightly held arm.

“Oops. It was a joke. Because Moyong Soje was out of his mind at that time. I understand that much. So, does it still hurt to see me?”

“No. That wasn’t it. Memories keep coming back to me, I feel reassured when I see Sojeo, and I want to hear your voice… … ”

“Really? ah. okay. Shall we ask everything when Moyong Sojeo is honest for the first time? Why did you follow me to the training ground and squat like a pitiful person? In reality, it was so pitiful that it kept getting on my nerves.”

“Well, I can’t sleep at night. I can’t sleep because I’m scared without people around me. I was so scared that if I opened my eyes, I would be in a box or I would be captured again, so that was the place where I felt the most safe.”

“Oh.”

Cheong came to his senses with strong sympathy at the sound, which seemed completely unfamiliar.

Cheong was also unable to sleep alone due to the same fear.

I didn’t know that someone close to me shared the same insomnia symptoms.

“No, then you have to say it. How will I know if you don’t tell me? How painful it is when you can’t sleep at night. Oh my, it was hard, right? I was indifferent. I’m sorry.”

“No, no. Why do you feel sorry for Seomun Sojeo? I behaved really badly. Sorry, sorry.”

In any case, it was completely different from before, when people spoke informally and politely, and their eyes were friendly and then went back and forth.

Even though he’s sitting on my lap, he fidgets hard for fear of causing inconvenience, and his voice is extremely polite, so I feel really sorry.

Cheong suddenly tilted his head.

But what is Seomun Sojeoni? Since when did strange honorifics start to appear?

Anyway, it seems like the mental treatment has been sufficient at this level.

Because I don’t think I’ll ever aim for the chest again.

Cheong showed great generosity.

“If you’re having a hard time, it’s okay to stay at Mucheongak. Well, now that the closing ceremony of the Moorim Competition is over, I have to go back, so I only have a few days left.”

“Is that really okay?”

“If Moyong Sojeo wants to do that.”

But Mo Yong-juhui shakes his head.

To Cheong, it was just the back of his head shaking in front of his nose.

“No. I’d like to do that, but Then, I think I will continue to remain weak and miserable like this. As time passes, one day you will be able to forget everything and not worry about anything, right?”

It was a strange sound that came out of nowhere.

Cheong’s expression also became happy.

If this continues, won’t we end up preaching psychiatry in the central region?

If I talk to Nana later, we can make progress in the party family.

Anyway, Cheong thought it was a good thing and answered with some sincerity.

“It will definitely happen.”

And then the atmosphere became a bit ambiguous.

It felt like the conversation was just about over, but it was because Mo Yong Joo-hee leaned back comfortably.

what? Aren’t you planning to go now? Why expect?

Should I keep hugging him? I think things have calmed down now, but shouldn’t I put it down?

But usually, in situations like this, wouldn’t you first say it’s okay and ask to get off?

Why do you keep crushing it?

In the meantime, Mo Yong Joo-hee quietly speaks up.

“That’s right.”

“Yes.”

“I think I made a big mistake to Sojeo Seomun. I felt like I would feel uncomfortable if things continued like this, so since you said an eye for an eye, I thought why not just keep doing what you were doing earlier… … ”

“Ah, it was a joke. Then what else do I become? I can’t even joke.”

“No, I think it will make me feel more comfortable, so why not?”

“I’ll just pretend it never happened. Moyong Sojeo was not in his right mind at that time.”

“But, I keep worrying about it… … ”

Even though Cheong said it was okay, it was a pretty persistent request.

Moreover, since he said that he would feel at ease that way, I wonder if Cheongdo could do nothing for his mental healing as well.

“Jeong: If you feel at ease when you get revenge. Would you like to stand up for a moment? Close your eyes tightly.”

Mo Yong Ju-hee swallowed his saliva.

And I obediently get up and close my eyes –

Cheong sighed deeply.

I wonder if I really have to go this far, but what can I do when I say that I will feel at ease only if I hurt myself?

The pinnacle and commemorative moment of the first nuclear launch comes so quickly.

And so, on the head of Mo Yong-juhui, whose eyes were tightly closed, the Seomun Surin-style nuclear fusion ballistic honey balm and Choi Jong-oh’s ‘Grave Punishment’ fell.

Taaagh!!!