Lee Jong-seok, who was sweeping the parking lot of the office, glanced to the side. There, Kim Young-woo was there, leaning on the broom with a sigh.

"What's wrong?"

"My love is over."

Lee Jong-seok looked at him with a sudden remark.

"What do you mean?"

"Even if there is no barrier to love... I think the president's daughter is a big barrier that's hard to overcome.”

Lee Jong-seok shook his head at Kim Young-woo's words.

'I think that's the lowest barrier between you and your sister.’

Kim Young-ji came out when Lee Jong-seok, muttered to himself, was collecting trash and throwing it away in the trash can.

"Good work today, too. Jongseok, this.”

The envelope given by Kim Young-ji contained a certificate of volunteer work.

"Thank you."

"And can you help me if I have anything to draw? I can't give you much, but I'll give you some pocket money.”

Lee Jong-seok nodded at Kim Young-ji.

"If you're not busy, I'll help you."

"Thank you. Okay, then I'll call you."

Lee Jong-seok, who bowed his head to Kim Young-ji's words, suddenly looked at her while trying to turn around.

"Excuse me, sister."

"Yes, why?"

"Why do you work in the office?"

When asked by Lee Jong-seok, Kim Young-ji smiled while looking at him.

"Public service is my job, so I work in the office."

"If you're against your background, wouldn't you be able to get a better job even if you weren't in the office?”

Lee Jong-seok's question was natural. The president's eulogy... Even before becoming president, Kim's father was the leader of the giant party and a lawmaker.

With that background, there will be plenty of places to work, even if it's not the same office.

But I wonder why you have to work in the office.

"Well... maybe. But I like helping people.”

"If it's good to help people, isn't there a lot you can do even if it's not your office? Can't you help more people if you go to a place like the Ministry of Health and Welfare?”

"Do you know what kind of government post the president's daughter is? I want to go in, so I can just go into any department. The president is a father, not me."

"Really? Can't you go in?"

"I could go in if my father pushed me in, but that's not my father's style. After my father's presidency, he's done talking about New Year's Day and his birthday as long enough to see each other."

"Why?"

"You're busy, and if you get involved in family politics, you might have problems."

"Well, there were a few incidents."

Recalling the news of the incident caused by the children of the former president, Lee Jong-seok nodded and Kim Young-ji said.

"And I prefer to see with my own eyes and help those in need.”

Kim Young-ji, who stopped talking for a while, said with a smile.

"And do you know the competition rate for this position when you ignore the officials at the office? It's 75 to 1.

"Is the competition that high?"

"Then there's no job like a civil servant these days. I thought I was dead in Noryangjin because I was preparing for the civil service exam.”

At Kim Young-ji's words, Lee Jong-seok smiled while watching her.

"I'd be happy for you.”

"What?"

"Because I have a job that I want to do."

"What do you want to do?"

When asked by Kim Young-ji, Lee Jong-seok shook his head after a while.

"I'm not sure."

"You must have something you like, don't you think?”

"I like reading books, but I don't think it'll be a job."

"Why?"

"I don't think it's gonna work. If my hobby becomes a job, I don't think I can enjoy it.”

Kim Young-ji nodded at Lee Jong-seok's words and said,

"Jong-seok seems to be thinking about his career path."

"These days, I'm a little worried about what I'm going to do in the future."

It was one of the happy worries that occurred after getting the experience book.

"Hmm... career path, in short, is what to do and how to make ends meet. If you think about what you'll enjoy doing for the next few decades, you'll find the answer surprisingly easily.”

"Is that so?"

"Instead, Jong-seok should be ready.”

"Ready?"

"When something happens that you want to do, you have to be ready to do it. I don't know if you want to do what you want to do, but it could be something other people want to do. Then we should have the ability to win against our competitors, right?"

"Ah..."

Looking at Lee Jong-seok nodding his head, Kim Young-ji said.

"But Jong-seok is still young, so you can build many experiences and find what you want to do."

"Experience... What kind of experience should I have?”

When asked by Lee Jong-seok, Kim Young-ji said after a while.

"Why don't you take a trip?"

"Travel?"

"Yes. If you see something new in a place other than familiar, you'll see yourself you didn't know.”

"I see."

Lee Jong-seok, who was agonizing over his career, felt a little relieved by Kim Young-ji's advice.

'The important thing is to know something I want to do.’

Lee Jong-seok, who was thinking like that, looked at Kim Young-ji.

"I heard a good story from my sister.”

"I'm glad to hear that. See you later, then. You can come over often."

"Yes."

At Lee Jong-seok's answer, Kim Young-ji looked at him as if he was pretty and turned around and entered the office.

Lee Jong-seok, who was watching Kim Young-ji, looked at Kim Young-woo.

"That'd be great."

"What?"

"Because first love is a wonderful man."

"Hoo! Now do you know?"

Lee Jong-seok smiled and hit Kim Young-woo on the shoulder.

"I support your love. Fighting!"

"Thank you."

Lee Jong-seok extended a broom to Kim Young-woo.

"You'll stay longer, right?”

"I'll go with you when you get off work."

"Then I'm going."

"Come to play."

"Okay."

Lee Jong-seok, who waved to Kim Young-woo, moved his step.

"Travel..."

***

After finishing volunteer work at the office, Lee Jong-seok headed to Goseobang.

When Kim Young-ji told me to go on a trip, I went to Goseobang to look for travel books.

"Travel. But is your mom gonna let you go?’

I thought he wouldn't let me go if he said he would go alone. No matter how much he is a boy, he is still a high school student.

"Huh?"

Lee Jong-seok's face, which arrived in front of the old West Room, was young. The door of the Old West was closed.

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop!

Lee Jong-seok, who shook the door several times, tilted his head.

'Why is it closed when I only rest on New Year's Day and Chuseok?'

A voice came from Lee Jong-seok, who was looking inside the store through the window with curious eyes.

"Here comes Jong-seok."

Turning his head to the voice heard from behind, Lee Jong-seok lowered his head.

"Hello."

Behind him stood the owner's wife, the lady. I met my aunt because I often visited this place.

"Wait."

When the old lady opened the door and entered, Lee Jong-seok followed and said,

"What about you, sir?"

"Phew!"

The old lady sighed at Lee Jong-seok's words and said,

"I'm in the hospital now."

"Are you sick?"

"Phew!"

When asked by Lee Jong-seok, the old lady sighed again and nodded.

"He said liver cancer..."

"Gan cancer?"

Lee Jong-seok's face hardened when he said liver cancer. But the old lady looked at Lee Jong-seok and said,

"But I'm glad I found it early thanks to the student."

"Thanks to me?"

"I heard Jong-seok told you to go to the hospital."

"Ah..."

"I was worried about it, so I went to the hospital for a checkup and found liver cancer. But they found it early, and the doctor said it was a really lucky case."

"Good thing."

"Phew! But cancer is cancer... I'm worried."

"Where is the hospital?”

"You don't have to come to visit the hospital.”

"No, but I still have to go.”

"I'm going back to the hospital with just a few things, do you want to come with me?"

"Yes."

"Then hold on a second..."

The old lady went to his usual seat and packed some books on one side.

"Let's go."

"Would you bring the book?"

"I'm bored."

Lee Jong-seok, who followed her out, took her car to the hospital.

***

"It's Seoul Hospital."

At Seoul Hospital, the head of the hospital was the one who took the chair among Moon Bang-woo members.

"But it's cancer. You should come to a big hospital."

Lee Jong-seok, who was entering Seoul Hospital talking to her, saw a large letter hanging in the lobby.

'Oh? That's my handwriting.

The large framed writing was written by Lee Jong-seok.

'I didn't know you'd hang the letters on Robbie.'

When Lee Jong-seok was looking at his handwriting, an old lady approached him.

"You've been reading."

"Oh? Yes."

"What a nice handwriting. It's a little scary at the hospital, but that handwriting makes me feel at ease."

"Yes."

When Lee Jong-seok smiled lightly, she took him up to the hospital room.

Entering the hospital room, Lee Jong-seok was able to see an old man lying on his bed and reading a book.

"Mr. Man."

"Oh? Jong-seok is here."

Smiling and raising his hand, Lee Jong-seok approached him.

"How are you feeling?"

"Have you heard the story?”

"Yes."

"Don't worry. It's cancer, but it's quick to detect and treat it early."

"Good thing."

"Whoa! If it wasn't for fried rice then, I would have grown a bottle... This is all thanks to you. Thank you."

"No."

The man who was looking at Lee Jong-seok took a drink out of the refrigerator.

"Drink this."

"Thank you."

"And then you went?”

"I have a book to look at."

"I see."

A man who had been thinking for a while about Lee Jong-seok's words opened the drawer and held out the key in it.

"It's the key to the store."

"Why this?"

"If you close it, the books will be molded. Sometimes you go and ventilate and sell some books when people come."

"Really?"

"There is no part-time job fee instead."

"I'll do my best."

The uncle nodded at Lee Jong-seok's remark.

"And you have to lock the door well."

"Yes."

Lee Jong-seok took the key and put it in his pocket.