Sui Luo Shi Chu (the receding waters of the rock are visible)
episode 10's
Inside the outside room was only a stone table that the king used to read.
The streaks on the walls that were never replaced there were only countless upright lines. Even the blemish of sunlight did not dare to break through the room that was always stuffy and dark.
The king pressed his body against the wall touching every scratch he made himself. “what am I wrong counting sejanim.?” ask the king on the scratches he touched “ I miscalculated it for sure, you won't give me a clue until I get lost and trapped in this robe. You don't want to come back.?” said monologue.
How many times have I told the army to look for you
How many reports have you no certainty of where you are
How much time has passed for the sake of thinking and thinking about you
The king complained to himself without anyone knowing, only the scratches of the walls were silent witnesses.
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Whuss.whuss....
“cheona night wind is not good for your health, please come back”
“ha.ha.ha is only a weak human being who is afraid and worried about his health. Go back waiter Gun I'll go somewhere”
“cheonaaa” shouted the waiter had not been heard by the king who had passed away.
Tak.takkk...
Khikkah.khih....
“you come here again noble cheona.?” said a man lungaya open the gate.
“ya.. I want to calm myself” said the king down from his horse.
“today windy weather cheona, I have not had time to trim the high grass in this tomb.please forgive my carelessness”
“today, yesterday even the day after tomorrow or next year the buried person will not rebel, right, Song Qi Lan?”
“mana dare I ignore the tomb of your loved ones cheona” said the tomb keeper ciut
“hais... I also do not know their bones are still there or have long been empty. Right ? paralyzing people by making them alone isn't the right move ?”
“i don't know what you mean Cheona. Sorry for my stupidity.”
“do not know or mean do not want to know song qi lan.?”
Bruk ..
Song Qi Lan sat down before the king
The blood flowed from the sword that was originally stored under the king's cloak.
“you don't know how Song Qi Lan is doing..? now I make your family feel a little bit of equality” said the king pulling the lifeless hair of song qi lan.
Srak.srak.....
“cheona..? you angry again?” said someone dressed all in black with fluttering hair.
“ha.ha is just a little offended. Get rid of him and put him in that burrow”
“doesn't it belong to your mother and your lover.?”
“only headstone don't you trust Ho Lui”
Now the king threw away his face and left the funeral.
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Whuss.............
“Hyo Mae immediately back the wind is getting stronger”
“ye eomoni, in a moment. It still takes some laundry”
“aigo..”
“mianhamida. He..he... What do you want to eat..? I'm cooking huh? I beg”
“sayur pumpkin and pickled carrots looks like fresh Hyo Mae”
“good eomoni” said Hyo Mae washed the carrots and pumpkins that eomoni got from her back garden”
Hyo Mae who was busy slicing carrots and boiling water was only seen by the eomoni from behind. Her figure turned into a quiet girl. Shabby and patched clothes and braided and rolled hair like a family woman.
“Hyo Mae didn't you overdo it? Even your ceremony isn't perfect but you punish yourself like an abandoned woman.”
Hyo Mae who was smiling walked over sat crouching before the old lady. Her beauty and bright smile of elegance seemed to be left only in her sparkling eyes.
“eomoni.” call Hyo Mae on her holding both wrinkled hands
“eomoni. But my encounter, the letters and replies I received and the hair ornaments your son gave me were more than the legality and power he had over me. I was and now is just hers. I dress like this shouldn't I?”
“how lucky my son got a loyal woman like you in this life hyo mae”
“aaa.. The soup seems to be ripe. Let's eat eomoni” said hyo mae does not want to dissolve in sadness.
A bowl of soup for two and a plate of pickles to be together accompanied by water in a vessel. The lives of both people are like the warmth of a family. Living far from the village, living in the middle of the forest under the shade of a small house with a yard planted with vegetables as if it was enough for them. As long as it keeps lives there is nothing. Her thought.