Yes, Hongsa with white skin and red eyes.
Rest, Viper. Rest. Whatever it is.
The most shining jewel of the viper. Sheer Divash.
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Seoul, South Korea, is called the 'Republic of Seoul', a cutting-edge city filled with all kinds of cutting-edge technologies and tall buildings - that's what most people think of Seoul.
A city where the bright lights of buildings illuminate the darkness at night, and a city where all kinds of cars drive around the streets during the day.
A cutting-edge city where the sun rises even at night
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But no one pays attention to the shadow of that building.
In a narrow, narrow alley, a dirty road where no one seemed to live, on a signboard of a building that looked like it might collapse at any moment, the words 'Yeongsim Beauty Salon' were written in faded letters.
A female protagonist lived there. It wasn't the female protagonist who ran the beauty salon.
No, to be exact, that beauty salon wasn't run by anyone.
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An alcoholic father, a mother who passed away early. The female protagonist lived in such unfortunate circumstances that anyone who heard about it would think it was a drama.
The house that had a yellow sticker on it for overdue rent was visited by thieves every day, and my father had no sense of responsibility. He was just kicked out like that.
So, after spending time on the streets, in old motels, and sometimes under streetlights, I found a place covered in cobwebs and where no one came.
It smells musty, and it smells like a musty, musty smell from a poorly ventilated house.
A sticky floor with yellow floorboards. A house where even stray cats don't come because there's nothing to eat.
It didn't matter whether the words "Yeongsimmijangwon" were written in faded yellow and red.
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The man who could hardly be called a father lived as a day laborer in construction, and every day after work, he would come home and ask for alcohol.
All the money he earned went towards alcohol, and there wasn't a day when his father's face didn't turn red and his tongue didn't get twisted.
If alcohol wasn't available, he'd throw everything around the house in a fit of rage. Sometimes, he'd throw sharp objects, tearing and bruising people.
The heroine was called "Red-Eyed Girl" there. No one knew her real name except for the heroine herself.
He took on all kinds of odd jobs and didn't hesitate to do anything to earn money.
But still, no crime was committed.
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Yeoju woke up at 4 a.m. again today without an alarm. She had to wake up before her father did.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I got dressed and prepared to go deliver the newspapers. It was still winter, so my breath was still steamy, but the heroine had only two sets of clothes: a thin long-sleeved shirt and dirty black pants. These were the only clothes that would be hot in summer and cold in winter.
In short, there was no such thing as warm clothing to wear on this cold winter morning. But there was no time to feel the cold and lament our fate.
-Ding
When you open the door and go out, the cold dawn air greets you.
The still hazy sky was truly mysterious.
The cold, refreshing air. Taking a deep breath here—and then exhaling—is the brief moment when the heroine feels most alive.
A situation that doesn't change no matter how much you work
Free, boring, and depressing
In that kind of situation, that kind of situation, the refreshing air was a refuge.
Saying hello to the cat she saw every day while quickly going to deliver the newspaper was a small joy for Yeoju.
- "Hello? You're here again!"
Even if there was no answer, just touching the warm fur and hearing the cries was enough.
-Red Eyes, I've already taken care of your share.
-thank you!
-Yeah, okay, get your allowance in advance.
The name of the man who handed out the newspapers, whose face I saw every day - it was closer to a nickname than a name - was Black Hair (...).
The heroine declared that since the old man called her red-eyed, she would call her black-haired.
As she was walking towards the newspaper, Yeoju's steps became slower and slower.
I used to receive the newspaper every day and read it without fail.
The stories of high-ranking people in the newspaper have nothing to do with Yeoju.
I opened the newspaper with a trivial thought, "I just wish the basic livelihood security subsidy would go up a lot this time."
[Special Report] Songwol Group Director Min Yoon-ki Donates 1.6 Billion Won to Help Basic Livelihood Security Recipients... Korea's Leading Company
Wow. I didn't know this would become reality?
I became interested and read the newspaper article, and the content was as follows:
'Marumdal News/Reporter Kim Min-joo: Songwol Group, ranked 1st among ○○ companies selected in 2021, donated 1.6 billion won to basic livelihood recipients this time... For basic livelihood recipients living in Seoul
It was revealed that Songwol Group Chairman Min Yoon-gi will personally deliver the message.
Wow. Am I seeing the CEO with my own eyes?
Today's female lead's work is expected to be quite enjoyable.
After the newspaper, it's milk. After delivering the milk to every household, I finally have time to breathe.
"Hey! Red Eye! Come hang this laundry out to dry!"
"Yes, I'm going~"
Ah, today too. Mr. Hyun, who lived in the blue roof (although it's hard to even call it a roof) in front, was a man with a fair amount of money.
Mr. Hyun, who had money, found everything bothersome, and had a quirky personality, often made the female protagonist do odd jobs.
Always the same pattern: the heroine did the laundry last night, hung it out to dry, prepared breakfast, lunch, and dinner, cleaned, and tidied the yard.
And then, when I have free time, I go to work at another house, that kind of life.
"hungry..."
Today, my father spent all the money I earned, so I didn't even have enough money to buy a single meal.
I always ate triangle kimbap at the convenience store, and I ate an expired lunchbox from the convenience store where my friend worked.
"Hey lady!"
"Hey, Ji-eun! Isn't your part-time job hard?"
"Hey, what's so hard about this?"
"I'm sorry for making you eat like this every day. You should eat too..."
"No, anyway, all the expired food here is for the part-timers, so you can eat as much as you want."
"It's because of your father that you, Yeoju, are suffering,,,"
"So, when will I be able to get out of this situation?
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Before I knew it, the red sun had set and the moon had risen.
A drunken man staggering in from near the entrance of the alley caught the woman's eye.
His face was red, he was so drunk that he couldn't control his body properly, and he was yelling at the female protagonist.
"This bitch, she's useless!"
"Bring me alcohol, bring me alcohol!"
What will break or be damaged today?
My father, who was angry because he couldn't control his temper, broke several things in the house and then went to sleep.
-Squeak....
A wooden door opened on an empty street.
The person who opened that door was none other than the female protagonist.
"hi?"
Maruda, the cat I saw this morning
It looks like a cat and a dog, rubbing its head against my hand as if it is used to it.
The heroine looked up at the sky.
I thought that today, the dark clouds were just like my life.
"Maruya"
"The dark night sky feels just like my life."
The only answer I get is a pitiful cry.
They say the night view of Seoul is so beautiful.
From where Yeoju lived, there was no view of Seoul's night view at all.
Only the lights of tall buildings can be seen here and there.
The heroine thought
Tomorrow I will live this life again
Even though I live so hard, nothing changes
In this case, wouldn't it be better to die?
It seemed like a meaningless life, and the person connected to his wrist by the red thread was nowhere to be seen.
There was a time when I checked the wrists of everyone I saw to find that person,
It's been a long time since I heard that the red thread gets hot when you go near that person.
What did your face look like?
What about the voice?
I miss it even more because of the painfully vivid memory.
If I could just look into your eyes once
If I could just hold that warm hand once
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And if you can still survive
I could give it my all
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Even if it costs my life.
Where are you
I have loved you and not forgotten you for the past six lives.
Be my lover (a person who loves deeply and shares affection with each other. Or a person who loves and misses very much.)
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(*From now on, we will proceed from the female protagonist's point of view*)
Time passed like that, and before I knew it, it was the next morning.
Today, too, before my father woke up, I grabbed the rusty black doorknob and turned it, and walked along the familiar path I walked every morning.
I walked down the alley I walked every day to deliver newspapers and milk.
I believed something miraculous would happen. I believed that until I was fifteen.
But now I know. I know that such a miracle is beyond my wildest dreams. And that makes it all the more miserable.
...Actually, I still hope for a miracle. Every night, before I go to bed, I wake up wishing it was all a dream.
All I see is torn yellow wallpaper, and when I turn my head, I see green and dark brown bottles of liquor.
A house that smells musty and I can't even change my clothes.
It was always the same. There were no miracles.
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-Squeak
An unfamiliar car pulled into town. I think it was the Songwol Group chairman I mentioned yesterday... the one named Min Yoongi.
A black car that looked like it was worth quite a bit of money rolled in smoothly and stopped without a trace of dust.
It's actually quite fascinating. It's been a while since I've seen a car like this. Still, I think I've seen one before... I was thinking to myself.
Soon the car door opens and a man in a suit gets out.
It's a familiar face at first glance.
I know. I know who that person is.
Not just a title and a name - Songwol Group Director Min Yoon-gi
I know exactly who that person is.
The person I've been looking for and waiting for.
He is the one who went ahead of me.
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Hello! I'm writer Marumdal.
What are you watching today? I saw a comment today saying my work was posted on Goodbye Summer.
Really....I'm really touched ㅠㅡㅠ
Actually, I was a little late because I was preparing for the debate (actually, a lot...)
I came back with 1st place in the debate competition! :>
From now on, I will serialize many stories about Hongsa and Heuksa!
I love you all who always read my posts so beautifully😄