On the bus heading to Chuncheon, Jong-seok called his mom.

Jong-seok, who told his crying mother not to worry, as if he were receiving a call from his son going to the army, soon hung up the phone.

'I don't feel good.’

I felt a little bad hearing my mother cry.

Jong-seok, who was looking at his cell phone for a while, put it in his pocket and took out his experience book from a backpack full of various items.

Not knowing how many days to travel, Jong-seok brought his experience book.

If I have the experience I need, I can write it and get it, and I want to keep my diary.

Jong-seok, who was looking at the experience book, wrote.

Jong-seok was lost in thought in the answer to the experience book.

'If you're begging, you're talking about beggar. Well, if you've ever been begging... I won't starve anywhere.’

At least if you get something, you can make food with it.

By the way, is there any place that offers begging these days because it's different from the old days? Jong-seok, who had been thinking for a while, nodded for now.

'I wouldn't be a little embarrassed, though.’

If you have experience begging, it would be easy to get a bowl of rice or even a glass of water from a house you don't know.

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The bookcase passed by itself and began to talk about the begging experience.

I've been abandoned since birth. Under a bridge crawling with beggars...

If you're going to throw it away, how nice would it be to throw it under the eaves of a rich family? It's as if my parents wanted me to be a beggar, to be abandoned in a den.

Growing up in the hands of beggars anyway, I also became a beggar.

But as my hair got thicker, I thought beggars were not bad either.

The children from other families had to help farming or go to the academy, but our beggar children just had to play.

Or on the street...

Jong-seok, who read about begging, stroked his chin.

Maybe it's because you have little experience, but you don't give me any other experience.’

Usually, when I get experience, I give experience that can be called another skill.

In studying, such as Geongongugong and Munjililil, and in merchants, such things as dealing and seeing.

But begging didn't give me a skill experience.

"Let's get up to the skill of getting."

I don't know if I'll have to beg or not, but I thought I'd need it if I was hungry and had nowhere to buy a meal.

Jong-seok, who thought so, wrote again.

I've given you two thousand to study, so if you get two thousand, you'll get one, right?’

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

When the bookcase went over, the writing began to appear.

One of the hardest things about being a beggar was when I was begging for a house with a dog.

There weren't many houses where dogs were tied up, which would be great.

There must be one beggar who gets bitten by a dog every year.

There's no need to talk about getting bitten. So the beggars always carried a bamboo stick. These bars worked to deal with the running dog.

....

The most important thing in begging is the time to eat at a begging house. It's good to get hit by water thunder when you hear that it smells like rice.

There is no house where beggars like to come in even before they eat.

So the best thing is when you finish eating and clean up the table. When a person eats, he or she is full, and when he or she is full, he or she is generous.

If you go in when you clean the table, you can get some leftover rice and colds.

'Tapstick method? Isn't this the one in martial arts novels.

One of the martial arts that comes down to the opening of beggars in martial arts novels is the bat-bong method.

Jong-seok closed his eyes after thinking for a while whether he had learned how to open the bat.

My body was very tired maybe because I gained experience as a beggar.

'Let's get up after a nap. I would have arrived in Chuncheon when I woke up.’

Soon, Jong-seok snored and began to sleep.

"Drunk! Drunk!"

***

"Customer! Guests!"

Jong-seok opened his eyes to the hand shaking him.

"Ah! Has it arrived already?”

"Yes."

Jong-seok hurriedly packed his luggage as the driver looked around the bus.

Jong-seok, who was well packed in a backpack on his knee, got up.

"Good luck."

Jong-seok, who bowed to the driver, got off the bus.

Jongseok who got off at Chuncheon terminal looked around.

'Where shall we go then?’

As I was thinking about it, I approached the map where Jong-seok was on one side.

The map hanging on the wall contained tourist attractions and information in Chuncheon.

Jong-seok, who was looking at tourist attractions and information, was lost in thought.

"I did come to Chuncheon, but... Where should we go?"

I just came out of nowhere without making any plans. There is no connection in Chuncheon, and no one knows.

I just bought it and rode it because the fastest ticket was Chuncheon.

"Let's go out for now."

The thought of it came out. I didn't want to move while making a plan even though I came out without a plan on purpose.

Jong-seok, who came out of the Chuncheon terminal, looked up into the sky.

Blue skies and white clouds...

"Good weather!"

Jong-seok, who stretched happily, moved his steps. Though he did not know where to go, Jong-seok was unstoppable.

A trip without a destination anyway, it will be a destination wherever you go.

It wasn't until an hour ago that I had a pleasant start. Jong-seok was breathing heavily when he walked for an hour in downtown Chuncheon.

"Crowl! It's hot."

Jong-seok, who was breathing heavily, put down his backpack next to him.

"Whoa!"

The long-breathed Jong-seok fluttered his clothes up and down. Unlike his first bold move, Jong-seok was thinking of going anywhere.

August summer... It's hot. Besides, backpacks are full of things I think are necessary for a trip.

It was heavy and hot, so it tasted like death. Besides, it's not eleven o'clock yet, so it'll be harder by midday.

"Oh, it's hot!"

Breathing hard, Jong-seok turned his head when he took out a bottled water bottle that was inserted next to his backpack and drank water.

"Chuncheon is wide."

I walked for nearly an hour and it was still downtown. However, the atmosphere in the city was similar to Taejin-dong, not like a big city.

While looking around the neighborhood, Jong-seok saw a building.

Sinabro Aug. 10-16.

1:00 p.m., 4:00 p.m. performance. The 7 p.m. performance.

"It's a theater."

Looking at the building, I remembered the theater building of Kyunghwadae with Lee Soo-mi in Jongseok's head.

'I miss Sumi.'

When I thought about it, Jong-seok took out a phone call and called Lee Soo-mi.

"Yes. I'm on a trip.”

Traveling? A senior in high school?

"They say travel changes people. So I met you on a trip to the sea."

Ho! So you went on a trip to meet another woman?

Jong-seok shook his head hurriedly at the slightly sharp voice of Lee Soo-mi.

"I went on a trip thinking about my future career path and what to do to make Su-mi happy.”

I'm kidding. With who? Youngwoo?

"No, I came alone. Right now, Chuncheon now.

If you're going to go, come to Jeonju.

"I wanted to... But this trip is to go somewhere I don't know anyone."

It must be hard...

"It's okay because I'm here to have a hard time. But there's a theater here.”

Chuncheon is famous for its plays. They say it's a city of theater and art.

'I thought only dakgalbi was famous, but the play is also famous.'

"I called because I thought of the theater Sumi had taken me before."

Then while you're there, watch a play.

"I've never seen a play..."

It's fun to watch. Right in front of the audience, actors and actresses act together.

"Really?"

You have to watch the play and tell me what you think.

"Okay."

Jong-seok, who hung up, checked the time.

"11 o'clock..."

It's only eleven o'clock, maybe because I left early in the morning.

'You need two more hours to play...'

After thinking about what to do for two hours, Jong-seok put his backpack down on a bench in front of the troupe.

"Let's wait."

Actually, I wanted to rest a little. It was hard to walk with a heavy backpack for more than an hour on a summer day.

In the theater, In-young, who was carrying trash, looked at Jong-seok sitting on the bench.

"You were there before, and... What is it?'

Da-mo's latest Sinabro author and novelist, In-young approached him while looking at Jong-seok.

"Excuse me..."

At the call of In-young, Jong-seok looked at him.

"What?"

"You've been here since a while ago. Is there anything you need?"

"Oh! I'm going to see a play.”

At Jong-seok's words, he was moved by In-young's face.

'I've been waiting two hours to see my play!’

As a popular actor who wrote Damo's latest work, Sinaburo, he was in a good.

Of course, Jong-seok had nothing to do and waited for some rest. And I thought walking in the middle of the day would be a little hard, so I was going to walk again after watching the play.

said In-young, who was watching Jong-seok.

"I am the writer, In-young, who wrote the script for the play."

"Oh! Sure."

"By the way... student?"

"I'm a senior in high school."

"I'm a senior in high school..."

said In-young, who nodded at Jong-seok's words with a smile.

"It's not good for your mind if you just keep studying because you're a senior in high school... Do you mind if I speak casually?”

"Go ahead."

"You must like the play. A senior in high school takes time to watch the play."

"That's..."

When Jong-seok was about to answer, asked In-young hurriedly.

"Ah! Did you eat?”

"You have to eat."

"Then let's go inside and have a meal together.

"Inside?"

"Yes. I'm having lunch inside right now. Gimbap, but if you don't mind, would you like some?"

"If that's the case, I'd love to..."

"Then let's go."

At the words of In-young, Jong-seok picked up the backpack he left under the bench.

"Did you go hiking?”

"So it is."

"Yes, I'm a senior in high school and it's not good for me to study. And college isn't all about life."

"Really?"

When Jong-seok responded to his words, In-young nodded.

"University is just a means.”

"That's a good word for means."

"You're a writer."

With a smile, the young actor who took Jong-seok to the theater followed the hallway and opened the door.

Jong-seok, who followed the popular movie, was able to see many people gathered.

'Are they actors?

When Jong-seok thought of that, he brought two rows of kimbap.

"You must break this tower!"

"What are you talking about? It was built by us for ten years to reach God!"

"No, this tower..."

On one side, Jong-seok was eating kimbap while watching actors practicing lines.

'But the outfit is unique.’

The costumes worn by the actors were worn only in the Stone Age.

The men were stripped of their tops and wrapped only in cloth pieces on the lower body, while the women were also dressed in clothes similar to one-piece dresses.

However, the women were wearing one more skin-colored clothes inside the dress, so the flesh was not revealed.

Jong-seok was a little sad about him.

We need to save the reality.’

When I was grumbling inside and watching the actors, said In-young to Jong-seok.

"Would you like to appear in a play?"

Jong-seok's face was puzzled by the sudden words of In-young.

"Me?"

"There's nothing else, and here we'll change into costumes, sit among the audience, and when the play is over, the actors will signal. Then you just have to jump up, wave your hands, and come out."

"Am I doing this alone?"”

"No, with those kids over there."

In-young pointed to the people sitting on one side talking.

Jong-seok was curious about how his peers looked younger or similar to him.

"Are they actors, too?"”

"They're high school theater kids. It's not that difficult because you can just watch them and follow them."

"Well... I'll try."

Listening to what he said, it wouldn't be too difficult, and it would be a good experience for an extra to appear in a play.

But there was one thing I didn't think of. The piece of cloth that In-young holds in her hand... That it's a costume.

"You can wear this.”

'This is what I wear.'

asked Jong-seok, who was looking at the piece of cloth.

"Do I have to take off my panties?”

"You should wear panties. Put it on."

Jong-seok asked while looking around, as if to wear it right away.

"Is there a dressing room?"

"There is, but it's complicated right now. Just put it on."

"But... what's wrong with being a man?"

At the words of In-young, Jong-seok smacked his lips and looked at the female actors on one side.

But the female actors were busy memorizing the script or doing their job.

Jong-seok sighed and took off his coat.

"Oh! You're in good shape."

At the words of In-young, Jong-seok hurriedly took off his pants and looked at the cloth given by In-young.

Inside the cloth were underpants. Wearing shorts and lowering the cloth outside, Jong-seok became a wild primitive man.

Looking at the stone, In-young waved at the lady on one side.

"Please dress up here."

"Yes."

At the words of In-young, the lady brought a makeup box and began to brown the body of Jong-seok.

Sweep! Sweep!

The soft brush touched the body and began to turn slightly red on Jong-seok's face.

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