The Fresh Season

This is the fourth year that I have lived in the beautiful city of Seoul. The first week of the cold month of January is a glorious week for all of us. I dressed up in hanbok with Yoshi and his family to go to Jogyess on the first day of the year. Jogyes went, and we all had a tea ceremony to wish everyone a happy new year. After the tea ceremony, I was free to roam around the Jogyess.

"Ayoung take a photo of me."

"Give, and I'll take."

I was about to take a photo of Yoshie. Someone hit me when I went behind the wall.

"Oh, sorry, mister, I didn't mean it."

"Ah, it doesn't matter, miss."

"If you don't mind, let me tell you something."

"Yes, mister. "

"You are so beautiful in Hanbok."

That was not my forte. He quickly left without another word. I heard him laughing, but I didn't see him because of his mask. It felt unfamiliar, but I forgot it.

"Ayoung, what happened...?"

"No, that guy said I was beautiful, but I don't know him."

"Oh, he must be insane. Ha ha. " It's just like a page out of a comic book."

Yoshi said with a smile. But there is nothing wrong with that. It's a great idea for me to write a story again.

"Dew drops fall on the snow, and the cold breeze blows."

Isn't this an invitation to a brand-new day?

I posted a caption on one of my illustrations on the Instagram Art page.

Dragging me, I ran downstairs because my grandmother spoke.

"Child, go ahead." "Every morning, you missed breakfast. "Is this the behavior of a grown-up child?"

"Oh Halmoni, I'll eat later." I love you. Bye-bye."

I got up in the morning to turn a new page in my life. The first interview is a place where shock increases and mistakes happen a lot. RXT is a good emerging company. I stood there looking at it for a while without going inside the RXT.

"Hello, I'm here for the graphic designer interview. I'm park Ayoung."

"Good morning, Park Ayoung. Come in here."

"Thank you so much."

My heart started beating fast as I approached the interview room. Even though there was AC, I felt that I was sweating. I asked for permission to go to the interview.

"I'm Park Ayeoung. I came for the interview the graphic designer.

"Can I come in?"

'Come on...'

The woman shouted. Even though it was a harsh voice, fear was reduced because of a woman. I went inside, and she was standing like a statue.

"Sit down; let's get started."

"Thank you very much! Yes, I am ready."

"I am Mrs. Hung. I am the director of the IT department. I have checked all your records. But you haven't been to university in six months. "Can I explain that?"

"Yes, Miss. "I was under pressure due to continuous studying, so I took a break."

"Thank you for your knowledge! I am hiring you because you are a top student at CAU. Welcome RXT"

"It is a great honor for me, ma'am." "I will do a good job."

"I will bring you introduced our team."

"Sure, ma'am, I will come."

It took a while to get over my panic. sitting on the swivel chair and happily spinning slowly.

"You just came today, didn't you?"

muttered the girl in the next seat. I smiled.

"I came last week."

I liked her slow talk. I thought she would be a good friend. I also spoke slowly, as she did.

"My name is Ayoung. "Let's have lunch together."

"Ah, thanks for the invitation; I'll come."

After work, I had lunch with her. We both talked to get to know each other better. She is really a good friend. After work, we both boarded the bus together. I went home screaming. Halmoni also looked scared. I laughed and danced for joy.

"What the hell is this?"

"I got the job, Halmony."

"Oh, it's a good thing.. my girl.. come on over and we'll celebrate."

Halmoni also drank soju. I enjoyed eating fried chicken. This day will never be forgotten.

"The calf at the end of the Idora makes the world beautiful."

Looking at the starry sky,

My favorite thing is going to Hawaii Cote on a rainy day. I love, admiring the beauty I saw. to hear the smell of coffee there, the sound of the bell ringingin, anden the next person come. n, the sound of raindrops..cheese andght my favorite cream cheese garlic brette. The beauty that I see, I slowly savored the coffee and painted.. Some are hanging on the hands of their loved ones. Others are talking about the rain while others are working and reading books.

Meanwhile, I noticed a familiar face.Someone came with face coverings.

I looked at him as if he hadn't noticed me. He came near me. I drew the picture again, pretending I didn't see him.He kept his wet umbrella in the lower corner like this: He was also carrying a yellow umbrella.I remember the yellow umbrella I saw a month ago. There was a 50-year sign in that basket. I forgot it and drew the picture.

"Your illustrations are beautiful."

"Thank you"

"Is he drinking coffee while wearing a mask?" He's a really funny guy.He was wearing a hat, so I didn't see his eyes.

"If you make a page, you will get a good place."

"I'm working on a page about young artists."

"I'll check it later." "I'll see you later."

After he finished drinking coffee, he got up and left. I was watching him outside carrying the umbrella. Then I noticed my black hands in his umbrella.

"How many umbrellas are the same?" I wondered...

I left for home as soon as the rain ended. I met Yoshie on the way.

"Where did you go?" yoshie"

"I went to get some vegetables." "Where did you go in the rain?"

"I went to Hugo." "What is the umbrella brand Moon?"

"Moon ? There is no such thing. It must be a customized umbrella.

After talking with her, I came home. After dinner, I gave medicine to Sada Halmoni and went to the room and laid down on the bed.

I painted the yellow umbrella and the lips hidden in the middle of the mask..I posted them one by one. I fell asleep without realizing it.

Saturday is a free day for me to sleep to my heart's content. I slept till noon and had lunch and helped Halmoni's garden. In the evening, I went to Gyengju Park after making a list of pencils.

In the evening, picture Gyeongju Donggun Place and the woji pond to see how the light falls. After creating a free and quiet place, I sat down and enjoyed Exo's music and got ready to paint. I felt that someone was standing behind me when the night was dark around me. I got up and looked at him. The face cannot be recognized because he is wearing a mask.

"Sorry, I was wearing earphones and couldn't hear."

"Are you selling this and that? "Is your business losing money today?"

He thinks of me like a street artist.

"Oh no. I just drew this. "I love to draw."

"Uh hmm...I'd like it."Will you give it to me? I will give you as much as you ask.

Is this crazy man crazy? He talks as if his head hit somewhere.I was getting more and more angry, but I didn't see it.

"Ah, keep this... but I haven't finished the painting."

"It's okay. You're lovely...and very thoughtful.

"Oh no, what are you going to say?"

He took the picture. The sound of her mouth echoed in her memory. When I thought about it, I remembered him. At jogyess that day, a yellow Umberlla man from Hiugo Coffee Shop met him.

"Yes, this is him," I told myself.

"Is this guy coming after me?" I thought.

Taking me to the side and looking at both sides But he is nowhere to be seen. I dashed to the street but was never found.

"Why am I looking for him?"

These are just like dramas. I am also crazy to think of such things.

"Should I make this a webtoon?"

I walked around asking myself questions. On the bus, I read "Beautyfull Soul: The smiling man behind the mask." He wrote and drew the first page.

"I'm getting off here. Stop."

I quickly ran home and painted the rest until the wee hours of the morning. I slept like this until morning. When I wake up in the morning, I hardly remember what happened at night.

"Did I sleep here?" I asked myself.

I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I closed my eyes and hit my head on the door.

"What the hell is this?" I stated that I was loudly closing the door.While I was brushing my teeth, the phone rang.

"Ayoung......" Yoshi moaned loudly.

"Why are you calling me?"

I asked, keeping the toothpaste in my mouth.

"Did you see the comments on your webtoon?"

I quickly washed my mouth and checked what happened to the story on the iPad.

"Unbelievable…"

Even when I looked, more than 500 people had commented. Sometimes my webcomic gets a few comments saying that I am boring and useless.

But this time is entirely different... incredible.

"Ayoung...are you listening.."

"Hmmmm…."

"This seems to be popular. When will you publish the next installment...?"

"I don't know..."

"That's not right...upload the next chapter soon."

"Hmm..."

I can't figure out how to write the next parts here. There is one more part to write. If I want to write the next part, I must meet "mask man."

"Oh God, send me that guy to write this."

while I was getting dressed.

Bir Birr...

Again, a message from Yoshi.

Today is the Seoul Culture Festival. I will be waiting for you at the bus stop at 10 to come together. We talked about it.

I couldn't believe what was happening. My leg hit the chair there.

"What the hell is going on? It's happening to me."

I said to myself while sleeping on the floor. quickly ran out. Yoshi was waiting for me.

"You came just in time, Ayoung."

"Oh, wait a minute, Yoshi. I have another friend to invite you to dinner. Wait for that too.".

"Ah, I have it too. "I will show her when I go to the festival."

"Ah, that's coming."

"Good morning, young! "Shall we go?"

"Suha, this is Yoshusuki San." Yoshi, this is Suha, a friend of mine from university."

"Nice to catch Suha."

All three of us were smiling and waiting for a bus. The bus returned to Heungnyemun Square. There we went to the K-culture food shop. The friendship is strong because all three of us love to taste each other's food. There we met Seo Yull. Yull is Yoshi's boyfriend. He is a chef. Yull had prepared a special table for us.

We wandered around Heungnyemun, Gwanghwamun, and Jangno Square until the evening. In the evening, the jazz concert at the Olympic Stadium was missed. We went to Fireworks, which is located near the Hangang River.I looked around to find a vendor to buy something to eat. But I found something else. It's no one else. Mask Man followed me like a ghost.

"Great, here he is." Thank god"

I wanted nothing more than to see his face.

"I will give him a good job."

I went to him withoutI would him knowng. He didn't know if i came him because he was looking forward to the fireworks.