What has happened to you in your life?

What has happened to you in your life? – What?

The date’s boyfriend is going to live together two weeks later, and he wants to get married in a month, and he’s willing to give my family a bride price of 288,000, eight thousand, eight thousand, eight thousand, my name on the house, my car, my name, anything.

It turns out that his pancreas cancer is in its final stages, with only six months of life.

One.

Som Woo and I were introduced, and he was in good condition in every way, and the introduction blew him up.

An only child, with a home, a car, a steady income and a good job for both parents, can help the baby and don’t worry about old age.

It just seems a bit weak, but it’s generous and generous, and my parents and my grandparents liked him.

Only two weeks after he met, he offered to live together and asked the presenter to send a bride price of 288,000 to marry after one month.

My family was too anxious to give up on such a good marriage, meaning to spend at least two or three months living together, waiting for the first half of the year.

But Song Woo’s family is in a hurry to live together and says the house can add my name, the car can be transferred to my name, or buy a new car.

The bride price is all for my family.

And let my relatives and friends know.

I’ve been advised by all my relatives that I’ll get married sooner or later.

Song-woo comes to pick me up every day from work, comes to my parents’ house when he is free, plays chess with Grandpa, delivers potty to Grandma, and comes to the door every day to ask questions.

I talked to Song Woo, he said he liked me and wanted to get married earlier.

In a euphemism, he looked at me and asked if I didn’t want to marry him.

But my parents and I have a feeling that this is wrong, because I’m not worthy of Song Woo, and it’s not worth it.

But I can’t imagine. I’m asking around.

As a result, one of my distant relatives at a hospital heard that Song-woo had pancreas cancer, late, and could only live for six months.

Song Woo has given up his treatment. Probably wants to get married and have a baby!

When the presenter came to the door again, I lied.

As my relatives said, the Soong-woo family is afraid that he will not marry even if he dies.

Son-woo’s mother promised $30,000 for the introduction and 30,000 for the baby.

The presenter is also very serious that Song Woo’s mother looks at a lot of homes and that I’m the best match for Song Woo.

My family blew up, and my father threw all the things he and Song-woo sent.

That night, Song Woo, Song Woo’s mother, and his presenter came back, meaning they didn’t even come in.

They’re asking one of my dad’s colleagues to get married, have a baby, when the baby’s older, and I can remarry.

And it’s not a loss for Song Woo’s parents’ house, their pension, and Song Woo’s estate to me and Song Woo’s kid.

My father was so angry that he had a fight with Song Woo outside the door, and he was so mad that he could die wherever he wanted, find whoever he wanted and don’t hurt his daughter.

But no one expected Song Woo to jump off my roof at dinner that day.

Our house was bought with Grandpa’s legs and legs in mind, so I bought a floor, a balcony to grow vegetables and flowers, and Grandma packed it nicely.

It was because of Song Woo’s concubine that day, the atmosphere was low and the weather was good, so I thought I’d eat in the garden of the balcony and feel better.

I was on the balcony with chopsticks, and they were in the kitchen, and they were about to get angry about Song Woo, but they couldn’t talk to me.

And I felt a little depressed, and I had a bowl of chopsticks, and suddenly I felt something on top of my head, and then I heard a banging of a bowl of chopsticks on the table.

As soon as I closed my eyes and opened them again, I turned to the eyes of Song-woo’s half-faced face on an overwhelming folding table.

But then I saw the eyes as if they had been crushed…

And the sound of the chopsticks which I was holding in my hand fell on the ground, and I couldn’t scream, and I couldn’t even move my eyes. I could only see Song-woo’s half-sided head, and red blood swam out like a little snake, and it seemed like it would climb on me.

Followed by my mother’s scream, my dad came out and pulled me into the arms, held me tight and walked out of my head.

Then there’s loud talk and sharp sirens.

Our family took a statement, and Song Woo’s parents came to my house and screamed, saying that my family killed Song Woo and let me kill Song Woo.

My mother and my grandmother left with me, and my dad and grandpa went home to pack their clothes, and our whole family went back to the old house.

That night, my grandmother gave me the jade she was married to, and gave me Ang-go soup, and my mother slept with me.

But as soon as I close my eyes, I’ll see Song Woo’s suddenly broken eyes.

I couldn’t sleep until morning, and I held Grandma’s old jade and put my mother’s eyes on it and heard footsteps.

Thought it was my dad who was worried and came again.

But when you open your eyes, you see Song Woo standing by the bed and looking down at me.

When he bowed, his broken eyes started bleeding down.

It’s a bit vague: “Yon Lin, how did you move? I almost couldn’t find you. I’m sorry.

Just as he was talking, there was blood in his mouth and it dripped in my face.

I screamed, and my mother grabbed me, “Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. I’m sorry.

That’s when I found out it was a dream, holding my mom in my breath and feeling something sticky on my face.

I reached out and I couldn’t see it, and I heard the hurried footsteps outside the door, and the light went off.

“Have you had a nightmare? I’m sorry.

But he tried to get his feet up and he stopped halfway.

It was in the light that I found blood on my hands.

Following my father’s eyes, he found me sleeping on the bedside floor of this side of the bed, with a thin line of blood footprints.

The whole family sat with me in the living room that night, and even the ungodly grandfather followed Grandma with the money of candlepaper, which he had left behind, burning and worshiping on the balcony.

The next morning, Grandma told us to split up, and my dad and my mom went to the nearby temple to burn me a sauna.

Grandma wouldn’t let me go out in case something happened. She called someone to talk to a fairy.

She said I’d been seen by the Song Woo family, and when Song Woo jumped out of the building, she was going to marry me and she was going to take me away.

Don’t talk about my grandma. My mom’s scared. My dad’s pissed off at Song Woo’s.

“It’s a matter of voodoo. It’s no use looking for the sun. “The fairies say,

After my grandmother and my mom were rushing for another red seal.

She said, “The black cat, avoiding evil.” I have a psychic black cat at home. I’m sorry.

But then she said that, because Song Woo was interested in me, she would only come to me if someone slept with me again.

Just let me sleep with a black cat every night, and I’ll have to greet him myself.

I was scared of that bloody footprint, thinking it was a cat, it’s nothing.

Go with my dad and greet the black cat at the fairy’s house. The fairy lives in a self-built yard.

I just got out of the car and I felt like my shoulder was sunk.

It scared me to look at my head and to look in the eyes.

It’s a black, glitter, very healthy black cat.

The black cat smiled like a human eye, when I was facing it.

I’ve heard a lot of men laugh.

Two.

I heard the black cat laughing, scared the whole thing to death, shuddering my shoulder, trying to shake the black cat down.

But as soon as the black cat stepped on his feet, he turned his long and elegant body around my back, and crossed on the other side of my shoulder, and looked me upside down.

But this time it’s kind of soft, but I’m not so scared, I’m just a little laughter.

“The cat has promised to help you. “And she stood before me, with ten hands and bowed esteemed to the black cat on my shoulder.

And he said to me, “Bring back the cat, and be well fed.” Later, it is the Lord, and you are servants. The meal must be served first, with respect and courtesy. Even if this thing is solved, you have to feed it. I’m sorry.

When she said that, her waist was never straight.

It was only a black cat on my shoulder, but he fell upon me lazyly and looked at her.

Long tail down and dumped.

After saying that, it seemed like she looked up and looked at the black cat, and went up and looked at me, whispering, “The cat only recognizes you, and can’t let outsiders hug it and sleep with you.” It’s the spirit. Don’t be ashamed. It’s the spirit. I’m sorry.

I listened to her. I had to look at the black cat on my shoulder.

It felt like it looked at me like it was smiling at me again.

It’s not scary. It’s weird when a cat smiles.

And it’s easy to ask God, Black Cat.

But my father was scared about Song Woo and he said, “Well, how much is it going to cost?” I’m sorry.

The fairy godmother is all about money.

My dad’s been euphemisms, but the sound of his voice and the black cat on my shoulder suddenly whispered.

She’s scared, she bends even lower, and his hands are full and he’s like, “No! Don’t dare! I’m sorry.

Then he said to my father, “The cat has taken the initiative to identify your family, Yoon Lin. It’s a good thing. I’m sorry.

“Oh. “My dad looked up to her with respect.

Then let me get in the car, and he pulls around and asks for something.

I reached out and held up the black cat and went in the car and watched my dad and fairy.

My father was scared and blamed because of his death, and he got so excited that he jumped.

And because he was angry and I was found by Song Woo now, he blamed himself.

The black cat was lying in my arms, and his body wasn’t moving.

I’m holding it in my arms. It’s really milking.

Reaching out and hugging it down on the leg, it was a little unsatisfied and not too struggling, just lying on my lap, close to my eyes and seemed asleep.

I asked him what he was talking about, he didn’t say.

On the way back, I bought something for a cat.

When I got home, I wanted to hold the black cat, and he turned around and crawled on my shoulder and found himself in a comfortable position.

It’s really a cat.

It’s just my dad took me to the door and called Grandpa out again.

He asked them what they were going to do, and he did not say, but left in a hurry.

I went in with the cat, and I saw my mom polishing the balcony window.

When the black cat jumped, he jumped on the balcony.

Fearing that it would fall off the balcony, he would go after it and see two dead birds and a bat in the trash can on the balcony.

They’re all bloody in a trash can, like they’ve hit their heads and covered in blood.

When I see blood, I feel cold.

“Don’t look at this. Get in there. My mom was busy pushing me.

And when the black cat, Meow, shouted, he fell down on my shoulder and stomped around my neck.

The cat was soft and warm, and I was stomped twice to feel like I was slowing down.

Reaching out and holding the black cat in my arms, somehow, calmed down.

That’s why I asked my mom what happened.

“Don’t know. My mother tied up the garbage bag, the phantom tunnel, and hit the glass. I’m sorry.

She was afraid I’d see blood and throw it in a garbage bag.

As she changed her shoes, I heard her say to herself, “There’s a pigeon, too, who was killed. In the middle of the day, the bats are dead. It’s really evil.”

I’m just hearing a cold head and holding the black cat in my arms.

When I saw my mother go out, I heard a bang on the balcony glass.

A little sparrow hit its head on the glass, and its wings fell and fell down in the gap between the glass and the fence.

It slipped down the glass and pulled a long blood stain.

Even if it fell on the ground, it was as though it had not been dead yet, and its wings and claws had been pumping.

It’s like when Song Woo died, when his face and his mouth twitched.

I held the black cat tight and looked at the bright feathers red with blood, biting on my teeth, trying to twist my head.

Don’t let yourself see it.

Everyone was almost asleep last night. Grandma’s probably in the room.

I put down the black cat and picked up the dead sparrow with a garbage bag and wiped out the blood on the glass.

And just as I was doing it, the black cat was lying on the balcony, scratching the fence with his claws.

Look at the cat scratches on the fence, I’m afraid it’ll fall and I won’t catch it again.

Nor did he pay attention to the fact that the bag containing the dead bird had been tightened and placed in the toilet trash.

I wanted to see if Grandma was sleeping, but I saw her on the phone with the fairy.

She’s got a bad ear. She calls on speakerphones.

“The birds hit the glass, it was disturbed by anger, led by blood. You moved, Song Woo couldn’t find it, so you’d have to lead the way. “The voice of the fairy is also a little heavy.

It seems to be a little worried by the phone that Song-woo died only a day ago, and that he could be the one who passed the road, as if Yoon Lin-gi had it for your family, but he was not worried. I’m sorry.

I’ve heard about the black cat, I’ve been so busy looking at her head, but I’ve seen the black cat crouching on the balcony, and I’ve just come to see me.

That little look, I can’t believe it.

She’s on the other side of the phone, and she’s giving us some more attention, and the most important one is to get us to “subsidize.”

I’ll listen to the new cat food, and I’ll feed it, and it won’t eat.

Changed canned, it didn’t eat.

I thought I didn’t like it, and I took it apart.

But it doesn’t eat, even if I feed it to my mouth, and I’m proud of it.

It’s depressing to see my dad and grandpa back, their clothes are a little messy and my dad has a few blood marks on his face.

I was so scared to run and Grandma heard the sound.

When asked, my father wanted to see Song Woo again and thought he was dead, he bought wreaths and fragrances to cure his death.

I want Song Woo’s mother to talk to Song Woo and let me go.

He was pushed out of Song Woo’s house before he entered the temple.

SONG Woo’s mother screamed that I’d have to pay for my life, and even if he died, I’d have to marry Song Woo.

When my dad said that, the black cat suddenly hopped up his voice “meow.”

My father looked at the black cat and sighs: “I hope it works.” I’m sorry.

“You’re going to call me together. Song Woo was looking for me, and if I go I’ll wash my dad’s wounds with alcohol.

“What are you doing? My dad looked at me, and he said, “This kind of thing, I’m going with your grandfather. You girls, stay home. I’m sorry.

Says he told me to go to bed with my grandma, that he and Grandpa would have the stickers and everything would be fine.

My grandfather looked at me and said, “Your father and I are not dead, we did nothing wrong.” It’s not his fault he jumped off the roof. You go to sleep, I’ll take turns with your dad, and you try not to sleep. I’m sorry.

“I don’t believe it. Grandpa used to be a soldier, so he didn’t believe it.

My eyes are hot, I think about it, or I go into the room and lie down.

When I lay down, I felt heavy, and the black cat came in from nowhere, fell down on my pillow, stomped on me, strangling in my neck.

“You’re the cat…” I reached out and held it in my arms, touched its soft body, sighs, “I hope you’re the cat.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t sleep last night. I’m holding a cat. I fell asleep.

But it didn’t take long to get to sleep, and I heard a cry from downstairs: “Ah, Grandma Yoon. I’m sorry.

The room I was living in was in the hallway of the block, and I was woken up and pushed out of the window.

I saw a neighbor who used to be close to Grandma and stood downstairs and shouted at us.

And not far from her, Song Woo’s mother was burning paper and reading words in her mouth.

And even more, burning paper while walking to our building.

3

When I pushed the window to see Song Woo’s mother burn the paper money, my neighbor’s grandmother saw me.

“Yon Lin, tell your father to come down and fix this evil thing, you bastard!” I’m sorry.

Just as she was yelling, Song Woo’s mother burned the paper, looked up at me and smiled at me.

I just feel cold, and then I feel back, and the black cat crawls on my shoulder.

Maybe the cat’s hair is thick and soft, and the cold goes away.

I turned around and called my dad.

Whoa! My father is in a hurry to run.

I was busy holding him: “Call the police.” I’m sorry.

It’s no use arguing with her.

Her son died, and indeed jumped on the roof of my building, and it was a fight with my family, and perhaps we were angry about what we said, and it was so exciting.

Besides the fact that the dead are big, others are sympathetic to her.

But what if she goes crazy and hurts?

My dad couldn’t stand it, but everyone thought they’d call the police and stop her downstairs so she wouldn’t really burn all the way home.

It’s burning paper, calling for money.

She’s helping Song Woo lead the way!

“You call the police, your father’s angry, don’t go down. Me and your grandfather, and your mother to stop her. I’m sorry.

“She’s a dead son, and we feel guilty, but she’s still killing my granddaughter.” I’m half-wired. What else can she do to me? I’m sorry.

Grandma was obviously angry, and I thought she and my mom were out of the house when I turned around.

I kept telling my dad not to go out there, to see if there were any birds on the balcony, to call the police and catch up.

It was quick to call the police, but when I got downstairs, I saw my grandmother and the surrounding neighbors telling me the story.

Song Woo’s mother is surrounded and kept her from moving forward.

And she burned the paper while she said, “O Woo, I found you Yoon Lin’s house. Come on.” I’m sorry.

And when I came down, a neighbour dragged me in a hurry: “What is it that you set up? She is looking for you.” I’m sorry.

And looked at me with compassion, and stood in my presence, whispering, “What will you do if she sees you, and if she comes to you with his life? You look behind me, there’s so many neighbors, we can talk her out of it. I’m sorry.

I don’t think she’s getting excited.

Stand behind the neighbor, with the black cat on his shoulder, pulling up, staring at the burning fire, making a sound of meow.

The cat feels rather sticky, but I’m afraid it’s gone and I’ll take it down.

Just when I was hugging a cat, I heard a noise coming from the crowd.

Suddenly, the wind blew away the burning paper money, and even the burning ash blew away.

It’s a little windy, and the paper that Song Woo’s mother had lit out of her hands, and she had a lighter and a light.

But when the lighter burns, it doesn’t light the paper.

The black cat in my arms moved in my arms and my throat seemed to laugh.

My grandmother would like to talk to Song Woo’s mother so she can go home and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.

“Then let her marry him before Song Woo’s body is cremated. Son-woo’s mother ordered a few pieces of paper, and she didn’t light them, staring at my grandmother and my mother, “My family really wanted to marry her, she killed my son, and she had to marry my son, dead or alive. I’m sorry.

“Or else, cuckoo…” I’m sorry.

But when the lighter was hit, it seemed like it was blown out.

Sung-woo’s mother threw a few times and hit twice, sometimes in a hurry, and threw herself at the next person: “Give me a lighter, give me a lighter.” I’m sorry.

My mother was afraid that she would jump on people and guard my grandmother, and said to her, “Even if Yoon Lin were married, it would be of no use to her.” If you want someone to give you an old age or to accompany you, don’t get married, I’ll make you a daughter, okay? I’m sorry.

My mom was scared last night.

“To get married. Son-woo’s mother was like crazy, staring at my mother, “No married dead man, no.” “to get married…”

She laughed and said to my mother, “I let Woo freeze the sperm and do the test tube and get married to Yoon Lin to have another baby.” Yes! You must get married!”

The more she talks, the more she laughs.

Without a fire, without paper, without a lighter, the money is scattered everywhere.

“O Woo, you said you couldn’t find her last night. Come on, you find her!”

I remember thinking that Song Woo stood in front of my bed last night and said he couldn’t find me…

It’s just a little cold again.

She’s the one who helped Song Woo lead the way.

And she spreads, as if she’s going to fill the whole neighborhood.

Even the cold sperm, the test tube, is out of her mind.

I’m holding a black cat and walking towards my grandmother and my mom, trying to pull them back and let the police handle it.

But I saw my mother kneeling in front of Song Woo’s mother and crying with her voice: “Please, I beg you, leave my daughter alone.” You have whatever you want. We’ll do whatever we can, okay? I’m sorry.

I ran over and tried to pull my mom up.

On your knees! My mother pulled me down on her knees.

I’m on my knees and I’m on the floor.

And my mother said to Song Woo’s mother, “I’ll make her kneel down and beg you. Be good and be a mother. We all want the child to be good, whatever you want. I’m sorry.

“No request. Son-woo looked at me, and she just smiled and threw money at my face, “Did he come to you last night?” He’ll come to you again tonight. If you don’t give him a baby, he’ll take you away. Take you away…”

I just sound cold, but I bit my teeth and pulled my mom up.

Look at Song Woo’s mother and say, “Your son is only half a year old and your family wants to get married, don’t you feel that you’re doing something wrong?” I’m sorry.

“Your son jumped out of the building, and you didn’t feel responsible? “Why did Song Woo get pancreas cancer? I’m sorry.

“Do you want Song Woo to marry and have a child or do you want to marry and have a child?” Did you ever think about it?” I looked at Song Woo’s mother.

Pulling my mom, pulling my grandma, walking home.

SONG Woo’s mother screamed at me like crazy in the back: “Yo will come to you, he will take you away. I’m sorry.

But she didn’t come up, and the district security came with the police.

I dragged my mom and grandma upstairs and sat down, and it occurred to me that the black cat didn’t know when.

Just trying to find it, it feels like it’s sunk.

The black cat stood on my shoulder, looked at me, seemed a little upset, then he came down and ran to the balcony.

I looked at the balcony, and I looked at it. I’m sorry.

“never. “My dad didn’t know where to get a cigarette, he didn’t just put it in front of his nose.

He looked at me with a breath, he didn’t know what to say, and he pushed me back to my room to sleep for a while before he woke me up.

Seeing them like that is obviously not a good idea to discuss in front of me.

I had to go back to my room, but when I closed the door and turned my head, I saw the black cat lying on the bed.

I remember when he looked down on the balcony.

But still at the door, listening to my dad and what they were talking about.

And the result is, it just feels crazy.

My grandmother meant that his family wanted to stay behind, and now he’s got sperm, and now he’s got science, buy him an egg or something, and find a surrogate.

It’s a special case. We’ll pay for it.

My grandfather thinks it’s against the law.

I heard them whispering, thinking that my mother was kneeling for me, and she was sore.

Turn around on the bed, hold the black cat and fall asleep.

I felt cold as soon as I was confused, and I thought I had no covers and my eyes were reaching out.

I saw a blooded man standing at my bed with a twisted hand with a five-fingered finger and reaching towards my hand.

I wanted to move, but I found my body as if it was flat.

Ghosts on the bed!

And none shall look at him except by the eye of his hand, and behold, he is Song Woo, with a bloodless face.

He continued to say in his mouth, “There’s Yoon Lin, getting married and having children.” Yoon Lin, marry me…”

And when that hand was about to touch my hand, I suddenly heard a cold hum in my ear, and followed by the sound of a long cat.

Song Woo’s hand shrunk back, as if he was afraid and disappeared.

But I felt a warm hand, rubbing behind my back.

“Sleep.” I’m sorry.

And that kind of ghost-pressed rigidity disappears, and I feel like I’m holding that black cat in the afternoon.

4

I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since I found out that Song Woo’s family was lying.

I had a confused feeling that someone was holding me up, putting me in bed and covering me up.

It’s not warm, it’s cold, I shrunk, it’s a little sober, but it’s so sleepy, it’s cold, it just shrunk.

In between, it’s like hearing a low-intensity laughter, and then it’s like being held in a warm embrace.

It’s warm, it’s soft, it’s comfortable, it’s safe.

I had to drill in my arms, dawdle, look up.

It’s like a man in a black dress, who doesn’t look so well, but he feels very handsome.

I laughed in my heart, and I felt like I had a big heart, something like Song-woo and a dream like that.

It’s a dream. Close your eyes.

But he took me in his arms, and began to move his feet slowly, with his ears low and low: “Marry me, and I will take care of him who wants to be a liar.” I’m sorry.

“Hmm. “I responded to it in a mess.

Better to marry a handsome man than to marry Song Woo.

It’s not that Song-woo’s bad, it’s that he’s dead, it’s that he fucking hates me, and there’s probably a bunch of things waiting for me.

“Good. * That voice answered with joy and followed me to feel the body getting hot, as if the dream was getting weirder *

The handsome man with his back on his back slowly pushed me down, and I pushed one in the back, but I couldn’t get it out of my hand, and the whole man was like he was lying in the belly of a cat, but he couldn’t make it.

“Then you’ll marry me, and we’ll be together. * And the thick sound whispered in my ear *

I feel more and more strange, and I have the feeling of rushing and shyness after reading a restricted novel.

I saw the handsome man crushing.

I feel like I’m out of control.

He sweats in his position and he’s very excited.

And I ended up drowsy, drowsy, confused, as if there was something down on my waist, soft, gentle, slowly down, comfortable, and I fell asleep again.

Sleep well and hear a scream downstairs.

I was scared of a spirit sitting up.

But I found myself naked and all of my clothes were slimy, and even one…

Have you been under a lot of stress lately?

I can’t think about it any more, but I find myself looking at me.

He turned his head against the black cat lying next to me, and he was asleep like he was lying with me.

The long, soft-tailed cat rolls on my waist and is shaking softly.

And the cat’s eye looks at me with a happy and sweet smile.

I was wondering, there was another scream downstairs.

My mom was out there twisting the doorknob. Don’t sleep, get up!”

But when I came in, it was just a door closed. It wasn’t locked.

But they are naked and they seem to have an unspoken sore.

And I drew out the paper and wiped it, and then put a roll of dirty clothes on the bed, which I did not know how to take off, and stuffed it in a cupboard, and put it on in a hurry.

Looks like it’s getting worse downstairs. I’ll get the door open.

Then turned around and looked at the window, and my mother pulled me, “What are you looking at? Your grandmother cooked noodles, and you didn’t eat a day, and you went to make two. I’m sorry.

As soon as I heard her, I knew something was happening downstairs.

“This is for me. If you don’t let me see it, I don’t know. “I held my mother’s hand.

Thinking of her kneeling for me, it’s a bit of acid: “I’m too old for you to take me as a child and protect me for the rest of my life.” I’m sorry.

I’m the only one in my family, and my grandparents are here, so most of the stuff is covered by the top four elders.

They want me to live in peace and security.

If anything happens, they’ll hold me back, so I don’t think about anything.

My mom’s got red eyes. I think she’s waking.

When I pull up the curtains I don’t know when I’ll see them under the streetlight, I don’t know when I’ve put up several wreaths and two white-flower paper people.

One of them had a picture of Song Woo on his head.

The other paper man, with a picture of me.

And each one of the paper was covered with a big red flower.

That’s when I found out that the wreath next to it wasn’t written by the word “dream,” but by the word “dreak.”

The white wreath, the black twilight, the white man in red, the candles lit and the paper burned!

Son-woo, that’s what I’m trying to do!

Son-woo’s mother put those things down my window.

It’s dark out there, just when it’s off duty, and people hit it from time to time, and they can’t stop screaming at the scene.

“The police have been called and the security guards have arrived. Then she’ll be taken away by the police again. “My mother slaps me on the shoulder and says something, and then she snaps.

I looked at me in doubt and looked at my bed.

The face changed in a second, looked at me in the face, and then lifted my covers.

The black cat was lying there when my mom went to lift the covers, and my mom didn’t care, and the cover was lifted.

The black cat seemed to be in shock, jumped in the air and his throat was low.

A little light on the nightstand, and then he crawled on me again, rubbing on my face.

“What is this? “As soon as my mother opened up the sheets, she pointed at a lump of wetness, as if it were a sign of blood.”

That’s when I found out there was a smell in the air, like…

It just gets weirder and weirder to think about it.

I’ve had this dream before when I was hiding in my nest and reading some colored novels.

“How do you … how do you…” My mom looked at me and walked towards the window.

I’ll still be standing by the window, and my mom didn’t push me very well.

She’s in a hurry. She’s a little strong.

The black cat lying on my shoulder, the meow screamed, whispered at my mother.

Fearing it to scratch, I held it in my arms and retreated.

My mom pushed the window out of her hand and looked down.

I live on the third floor, not high, but I can’t climb up.

“No one, Mom. No one really climbed the window. I know what my mom’s worried about, but I’m just trying to keep my head down, and I’m bringing it back. I’m sorry.

“What do you think? I fear no one.” My mother looked down at Song Woo’s fucking temple.

And he pointed his finger at me, and sighs, “You take a shower!” I’m sorry.

She went to the door and returned and rolled the sheets away and sprayed her room with perfume.

I was embarrassed by her, after all, and she was really sensitive to the smell.

But I don’t know what’s going on, but the police are on their way downstairs, and Song Woo’s mother is crying and screaming for her son’s life.

I was going to take a shower first, and when I tried to put down the black cat, my arm was covered with soft tails, and it seemed a little obstinate.

“Good boy. “I laughed and touched its head.

I took my clothes to the bathroom, and the weird thing was that when I took them off, I found myself with a lot of strange marks and pain.

But the screams were getting louder downstairs, and I didn’t even think about it, but when I was fetching the flowers, I found out the black cat was lying on the window in the bathroom.

I don’t know how it got in, and I didn’t care about it. I washed it in a mess and used it twice.

My mother smelled it just now.

In the shower, the black cat stood up on the window and swiped his head and looked at me.

Thinking of whether it’s a male or a female, if it’s really going to take care of it, it’s going to have to be sterilized.

When I took a bath, my grandmother was in a hurry and said, “Som Woo found you?” Did he take yours?”

“Mom. “My mother laments.

My dad and grandpa were nervous, but more weird.

Grandma turned her face on them and turned her face towards them: “What’s wrong with that? Maybe she’s the son of a bitch when she’s getting married! I’m sorry.

“I’ve heard this before in my hometown. Grandma was so worried.

And I rushed to the couch, and the way was good: “That’s when we had a young couple, and then we got married, and it was official.” But the man suddenly died and still married.

“On the night of the wedding, the man suddenly returned to his room with the girl, and came every night. She was pregnant for less than half a month, and then gave birth to a freak. “My grandmother’s face is so hot.

And hold my hand tight, and towards other human beings: “Do not believe.” If it was Song Woo who ruined Lin, I would fight his family! I’m sorry.

I’m a little scared to hear it. It’s too real.

The black cat strutted to the tea table, slammed her in the face, and carried with it extreme discomfort and resentment.

“Did you feed the cat?” My mother really didn’t want to talk about who slept with me in front of the family.

The black cat reached out and scratched my mother’s back.

5

My mom was scratched by that black cat and she broke a little skin and had to hit her.

But the black cat whispered to my mother and jumped on my shoulder, a little bit stomping at me.

I’m a little upset. I was going to scold him, after all.

But it’s a twist of its head, but it’s exaggerating to be tame and good, even to be proud of.

The heart went soft in a moment, and it didn’t mean anything to a cat.

“The cat brought it back, you have to teach it slowly, and you’ll have to go to the vaccine tomorrow.” I’m sorry.

The black cat screamed again, but this time it was crushed by Song Woo’s fucking scream downstairs.

Grandma called that fairy in her room again, and my dad kept treating my mom.

Grandpa took a look at the balcony and waved at me: “The police took her, you go back to your room and don’t sleep. The police are coming and coming back. You’ll come out when the police leave. I’m sorry.

I know what Grandpa meant. I’m a client, afraid of being embarrassed by the police, or saying something wrong.

I don’t understand why they treat me like a child every time something happens.

They always decide?

So I sat on the couch and looked at the iodine on my mother’s hand and whispered, “Song Woo may not want to get married, he may not want to have children, but his parents do. I’m sorry.

I don’t know anything about Song Woo, but he’s got a lot of contacts. After all, for more than a week, he’s picking me up and off every day, on time.

It’s gonna rain, it’s gonna rain, it’s gonna help me with an extra coat, it’s gonna bring me some fruit and snacks.

It’s like a job.

He’s a gentleman, but I can always sense that he’s tired and without emotional impulses, he’s on his own.

Every time I get to me, I’ll give my mother a voice, tell her what I’ve got, I’m fine, what to do.

As long as I ask him a few questions, his answer will always be the standard answer for marriage, and even more than expected.

Then ask me, can we live together for six months and get married?

He’s in a hurry to get married, but he doesn’t have any physical impulses, even my hands.

I feel like his parents want him to get married.

So he had to get married!

Like Song Woo died, he came to see me twice, but what the fuck?

Two times in a day, it’s a paper-burning guide and a wedding hall.

I’m afraid it’s tomorrow!

“What does he want with you? “He’s gonna die and he’s gonna lie to you about keeping his grave.” I’m sorry.

When he was angry, he put the iodine on the tea table: “He does not want to get married, nor will his family let you die.” Who does it mean? No, I’m gonna go talk to his parents. I’m sorry.

But the police came before he left.

The fact that Song Woo jumped off the building was a big deal for the local authorities, and the police also knew that my family had reported to the police twice a day and that the same person had been expelled, which they naturally knew.

The police have nothing to say. After all, Song Woo’s mother has done nothing, burning paper, scrambling paper, affecting public order, at best by giving oral education.

The last thing the police said was that Song-woo’s mother was afraid she’d come to me again.

It’s too loose for the security guard to stop us now.

From the beginning to the end, I just had a sympathetic look at me, but it didn’t bother me like my grandfather thought.

It’s just that when the police left, we were all face-to-face and we saw fatigue in each other’s faces.

It was impossible to move that night, and my dad and grandpa checked the stickers, and I made a big tea.

Grandma was in such a hurry to pick up a bubble and called with her cell phone, saying that her phone was not working.

I don’t have much to count on now.

In fact, Sung-woo was just hanging around two times, but then Song-woo’s mother made the whole neighborhood known and scared.

I’ll just let her sleep with Grandpa and let my parents watch over me.

My father, who did not look around, closed the balcony windows and sealed the windows like a seal.

And I was wondering, “Didn’t you just run over a few birds? I’m home. I didn’t touch it. I’m sorry.

I looked at him, and it was strange to think that after I packed the sparrow, it was gone.

Maybe Song Woo’s mother burned paper to lead the way.

My mother took out a sound linked to Bluetooth, put on the Great Curse, and took her machete and put it on the tea table, saying it was a shock.

The black cat was lying on my leg, and the tail was still customaryally wrapped in my arm.

I watched my parents do all sorts of things, and it seemed like I wasn’t comfortable.

If Song Woo’s ghost comes to me again, I’ll tell him!

Just thinking, I heard my mom laugh twice.

I thought she had something going on.

I saw my mother’s neck twisting like she wanted to twist and wring like she had a pillow.

It’s like “guck” in the throat, and it’s like a smile, and it’s like it’s stuck.

And with a weird smile, he came at me step by step.

Mom? “I see my mother acting weird, and it’s kind of a mess, and it doesn’t feel good at once.

“Dad! I’m sorry.

Yoon Lin, Yoon Lin, marry Song Woo! Marry Song Woo!” My mother smoked her chin and put her hand on my shoulder. “Song Woo is fine, he must marry you. Then marry him and marry him!”

Six.

My dad was surprised, too, and he was busy.

But just as my mother carried her hand to catch me, the black cat, the squirt, crawled on my shoulder and threw my mother on the floor.

I only heard a scream from my mother, and then she kept convulsing, and his teeth were twitching, and he was spitting in his mouth, and his eyes turned.

It’s like an epilepsy!

But my mom, there’s no epilepsy!

I was so busy pulling my hand on the couch and stuffing it under my mother’s tongue before she bit her tongue.

And the black cat is still causing trouble, on the head of my mother’s head, with his neck on his back, making a loud sound of joy.

My dad yelled at my mom, told me to call the emergency phone and asked me to get rid of the black cat.

Just as I reached out to hold the black cat, it was a gentle black cat, which suddenly ran off to the balcony, facing the window window, and it was a claw.

Cat’s claw is sharp, its claw really means the sound of a piece of glass cut out of a nail, with a sharp and sharp ear, and even with a long scratch on the window.

But my mother, who was twitched on the ground right after his claw, fell out of his head.

I’m waiting for the emergency call. I’m waiting for the black cat.

Following the sharp sound of a black cat’s claw, it was customary to take a look at the scratches on the window.

Yet a man in black was seen in the night, standing in front of a glass window, cold around him, as if he could pull out a knife at any time.

And that look, and that body, kind of like the guy from my spring dream?

Just as I looked at the man, he seemed to see me through the glass, and he laughed at me when he was separated.

It’s just that smile is familiar!

But I’m on the third floor. I can’t stand outside the balcony.

I’m holding the handle, and I’m wondering if I can get to the window.

As soon as I heard the call, the black cat crawled over my shoulder and the black man disappeared.

I was busy telling you about my mother, and I was told at the end of the phone that we had a car and that we should take it to the hospital.

Let’s go! “My dad carried my mom, and I had the key, and I rushed downstairs.

No matter what I do, the black cat can always sit on my shoulder.

Grandpa came in a hurry. Grandma packed her things in the back and told me to be careful.

Before we got to the hospital, my mom started to start a high fever and her face was red.

It’s been three years since I got my driver’s license. I’ve been driving very little, because I’ve had an emergency and I’m always scared.

But this night, I never felt so good driving myself.

When I got to the hospital, the doctor checked for first aid, I looked at my mother’s place where she was scratched by a black cat and rubbed with iodine, and I didn’t know when red blood came out.

She fainted when she thought my mom was suddenly acting weird, and suddenly she called me to marry Song Woo.

I had to look at the black cat on my shoulder, and he carried his chin, and he looked at me proudly, and a cat’s face really laughed.

It’s just the same smile as that black man I was looking through the glass.

7

Sometimes, once an idea emerges, the more it becomes, the more it becomes.

And the more you think about it, the more you connect.

From when I saw the black cat laughing, it was exactly the same as the black man from the window.

What if I realized that the man in black wasn’t standing outside the window, but was there a shadow all over the place?

And the truest dream…

No! No!

It wasn’t a spring dream, and no one would have locked the door, pulled the window and undressed them all.

It’s not a spring dream. It’s a “spring.”

In that room, apart from me being the black cat, and after that, it was lying next to me, and the cat’s tail was rolling on me!

Look at that black cat’s eyes. The more I want to get scared.

But the black cat is still on my shoulder, and I can’t be too obvious.

It’s just that the doctor asked us to pay for it and asked me to get something special.

My dad took care of my mom, and I asked Grandpa to wait, and I was afraid I’d need someone to pay.

By the time I got back, my mother’s condition had stabilized, and as for the cause of the disease, the doctor simply said that it could be acute epilepsy caused by high fever, so I gave her physical cooling every other time.

My dad and I kept taking her down, and Grandpa kept us looking at the bottle.

In the early morning, Grandma packed her clothes and called in.

My mom’s fever finally went off and things stabilized.

“Go to sleep, I’ll do it. Grandma looked at me with heart and pointed at my grandfather, “Your grandfather just stomped, you slept with your grandfather.” I’m sorry.

Grandpa took the blanket, spread it over his chest, laughed, and shot at me, “Lin goes to sleep in Grandpa’s arms. I’m sorry.

When I was a kid, my parents were busy, and my grandparents took me out, and I was sleepy, so I slept in Grandpa’s arms.

And now he will remember, take a blanket and lay it on his chest, so that when I lean in his arms, bring it back, and wrap me well and not cool.

I looked at the family at the hospital and suddenly got warm and had a second heart attack.

The black cat on his shoulder was crouching at me again.

I looked down on the black cat, and I pushed down the sour and sweet mood of my heart.

I thought about my mom before she got sick and asked Grandma for that fairy phone call.

“You’re looking for her? Grandma’s handshake, nervous tunnel, “She can’t get through the phone, Grandma calls again.” You get some sleep. We’re still here. I’m sorry.

“Grandma. “I reached out to my grandma and watched my dad change my mom’s fever and my grandpa trying to clean up the blanket in her arms.

And whispered, “I am too old to take care of you, and I will take care of you. And I started it. I’m sorry.

Grandma snuggled, looked up at me and said something.

And Grandpa coughed, “We’re almost 70, we’re all buried in the neck, we can’t take care of her for life, let her take care of herself.” I’m sorry.

Grandma’s face hurts and touches my face: What is this about, my dear Lin? I’m sorry.

I picked up Grandma’s phone, I wrote down the fairy’s phone and called a few times, and she still didn’t answer.

The black cat on his shoulder, his throat grunts and squeals.

“My mom’s thing may have something to do with the Song Woo family. I’ve been to Fairy’s house. Now ask Fairy! * I looked at the black cat and put it down *

Then I found a greeting with my dad. Grandpa was going with me.

But his legs and feet were inconvenient, and he didn’t sleep much for the last two days.

I told him to stay at the hospital and take the keys.

And then Grandma came over and put a peace charm in my arms.

“It’s okay. “I kissed Grandma like I did when I was a kid, and I held the black cat on my shoulder. I’m sorry.

I held the black cat in my hand, and the soft tail rolled over my wrist, and I smiled.

Grandma looked at the black cat I was holding, looked at me, touched my face and laughed at me.

The mouth murmurs, saying, “My Alene is really growing up,” but the eyes are full of hospital lights.

I walked a few steps, and I looked at it uneasy.

And when Grandpa got up and took Grandma and sat down, and her eyes were covered with tears, she said, “This is not a grown-up, it was forced by the Song family, my family, Lin…”

Grandpa put his hand around her shoulder, shot her and waved at me, suggesting I should go.

I went to the car with a black cat, but I didn’t rush to go to fairy tales, but I found a colleague named Chen Luqing in a company address and called him.

About a year ago, Ruiqing, who didn’t want to get married, let his girlfriend have an abortion and, fearing death, took a look at the foetus and was bewitched by the spirit.

The company’s painting room was slashed with blood and taught the baby to cry, when the company blew up.

Then his family found a great master and sent the baby away.

Even though it was in the middle of the night that Quiz answered my call and heard from the master, knowing that something had happened, and without delay, he gave me his call.

I wasn’t sure if I was going to fight in the middle of the night, but the black cat’s soft tail came back for my arm.

In the middle of the night, the master seemed to be awakened and heard sound like a stale old lady, with a gentle tone.

In front of the black cat, I didn’t dare talk about the weird thing about the cat, just about Song Woo and what happened to my mother.

The master said he was going to help people see the new room’s Feng Shui early in the morning.

I thought I’d go see the master tomorrow and tell him where to put the black cat.

I’ve heard that some things are so delicate, they’re so weird, they don’t work.

“You said your mother was crazy, you said you were married to Song Woo, and you suddenly fainted and had an epilepsy? The master explained all this and asked again.

I took a look at the black cat lying on my leg, and I saw it, and it sided on my leg and laughed at me.

That smile, it was like a smile, like a man on a glass window, and a man in a spring dream.

Think about it, I caught the black cat on my mother’s back and talked about it.

“The cat exorcised the town house. It jumped on your mother and got rid of your mother’s weird stuff and saved her. But your mother had an epilepsy. You’ll be fine when your mother gets sick. “The master’s voice has been sorely explained.

Finally, there may be someone behind the Song’s house, and there may be a cat around you, and Song Woo’s ghost won’t dare to look for you. Tomorrow you come and bring the cat. I’m sorry.

Meow. * The black cat lying on my lap seems to know that it’s saying it, screaming low.*

The master of the head, listening to the cat’s bark, started to laugh: “Remember to ask your parents and bring your birth date here. You’re afraid it’s a little interesting.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know what the master was laughing at, but she said my mom was fine and the black cat saved her.

If Song Woo hadn’t solved the problem, he would have added another evil cat.

It’s going to calm down, stretch out the black cat, and I asked the master’s address, and tomorrow at 12 noon, it’s going to the fairy-mother’s house.

Since this black cat isn’t bad, I have to ask why.

But by the time I got there, the iron door of the house that I built was locked, and no one had opened it.

I called the fairy aunt’s name and no one woke up the person next to her.

Tell me, this house has been empty for years.

The black cat on my shoulder was just laughing.

I had to wrinkle my frown. If this black cat is good, then the fairy is really helping us. Why take us to a fake address and greet the cat?

But it’s early in the morning, and I apologized three times to the wake-up neighbor, so I took the black cat back to the hospital.

When I got back to the hospital, my mom was down, asleep.

Grandma was lying in the arms of her grandfather, sleeping in a blanket and taking a nap.

My dad’s taking the covers from the hospital and covering them up for grandparents.

Seeing me back, swinging at me, showing me how to talk outside.

“It’s okay. * I’m holding a black cat and I’m going to ask another master about it, but I’m not saying that the man in that spring dream might be a cat.*

It was just a cat, and it was delivered to my dad: “It’s really a ghost cat. I’m sorry.

My dad smiled, he reached out to touch the hand of the black cat, but the black cat looked at it, and he looked a little bit over his head.

“It’s tough. My father shrunk his hand back and looked at me and said, “You also sit in the chair and meet.” I’m sorry.

“Not sleepy. I laughed at my dad and whispered, “When it’s dawn, I’m going to Song Woo’s house. I’m sorry.

8

My dad heard I went to Song Woo’s house and looked up.

“Dad. I put the black cat on my shoulder, held my father’s hand, pointed to him in the chair, and slept with his grandparents, and said, “They’re old and I’m not young. I should always take care of you. I’m sorry.

My dad looked at Grandma and Grandpa, and he took my hand, and he noded, and he said, “Well, you go to the car and meet her, and your mother and me, and you don’t mind. You can go for a ride, hey!

He was just laughing and shaking his head, and then he went to bed and watched over my mom.

I didn’t sleep in the car either. I held a black cat in the hallway.

The black cat is soft and warm and doesn’t feel cold.

I feel like I’m in my arms and I feel like I’m being kissed sometimes.

It’s too sleepy to wake up.

It’s only been a while, but it’s because it’s heavy and it’s good.

I bought them breakfast after 6:00 and sent my mom to hospital with my dad.

Listen to them again and again, if Song Woo’s mother is crazy, call the police and then go to Song Woo’s house.

I went to Chanfire Street, bought wreaths and gold paper, and the manners came.

This is where the Song Woo family roots live, or their own three-and-a-half-storey villa, but it is about to be demolished.

He jumped off the building and took the body back the next day, and his family was at home playing with it, waiting for the funeral to be sent to the funeral home for cremation.

It was said that his mother planned to set up a seven heavenly courtyard so that he could wait until after the first seven years to be transferred to the funeral home, where he came every day to take a decorative needle.

My dad and Grandpa were here yesterday, so all these things were clear.

I’ve been to Song Woo’s house twice, once with an introduction, and the second one a week after I met, his mother told me to come back for dinner.

On the same day, Song Woo’s mother asked me to live with Song Woo, and showed me a new house that should be set up, all a sign of many grandchildren.

I was in shock and shame, having eaten, running away and never again.

This time again, there’s a little bit of bad luck.

When I got to Song’s house and got out to get something, the black cat no longer stood on my shoulder as it was before, but stood up on my shoulder and looked up in front and looked so gruesome.

At dawn, a line of white candles was lit in front of the Song villa, in addition to a white lantern.

I went in with the wreath and the gold paper money.

This will be just over seven o’clock, plus seven skyscrapers, except for Song Woo’s father, who burned paper in front of the temple, and only two drumming monks sitting next to the temple, and one home registered for the funeral.

And We gave him the wreath and the gold paper, and We took out an envelope and placed it in the register.

The registrar looked at me a little nervous, and embarrassedly looked at a couple of paper people in front of the Hall of SONG Woo’s father coughing twice.

I looked at the picture of me and Song Woo on his face.

But I don’t know if it was the couple who put it under my window or did it again.

Looks like Song Woo’s mother is really trying to fuck with all this crap!

And even more ridiculously, my name and birth are written in the back of the paperman with my picture.

I looked at my head, but I thought she could do something to my mom, and I had to meet.

What if you do something to my family?

Song Woo’s father was all depressed, and even though the registrant had stopped coughing his drums, he was kneeling in front of the temple and burning paper with his head down.

Song Woo’s father was actually a weaker person, at least a few times I remember, who didn’t talk much, as if he was sad.

But think about it. Son-woo’s more powerful, and naturally he’s weaker.

Plus, when I knew his family, Song Woo had detected pancreas cancer, lost his middle-aged son, and Song Woo’s mother died every day.

And We laid down the envelope and did not let the soothsayer write it down, so We came to the Hall of the Spirit, and drew three incenses, and lit them, and bowed down with humility, and put them in the oven.

The black cat on his shoulder, with his head on his head, sarcasticly whispered.

I stomped it in the back and appeased it.

Then he took a large pile of paper money in front of the Hall of Divinity, and he fell next to him and burned, and he shouted, “Uncle Song, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Song Woo’s father was a little bit obsessed with his eyes, listening to me, but he was just a little numb. I’m sorry.

“I’m Yoon Lin. I keep burning the paper, whispering, “I have something to talk to you about. I’m sorry.

“O Yoon Lin…”

Or did the registrant rush to push him, and he looked up at me and woke up.

He looked around the temple and said to me, “Go away, don’t let his mother see it.” I’m sorry.

“Song Woo doesn’t want to get married, either before or after, you know? “I tore my paper money and burned it in the fire pot.

“Song Woo’s pancreatic cancer is caused by stress, long night work, coffee and smoke, and drinking with his clients. I’m sorry.

Soong-woo picked me up at my company and once stood downstairs at the smoking place, and I watched him smoke several more.

He simply explained that smoking was the best thing to do when he worked late.

He’s barely 30, top of the company, business ability, not to mention his company, and few people in his business match.

Is that what you’re built on?

It’s how many nights, how many shifts, how many foods it takes.

Listen to me, Song Woo’s dad was just a little, no surprise, no accident, like he knew.

I suddenly felt punched in the cotton and had to say again: “If you knew he didn’t want to get married, why would you agree to him and me? And now this…”

“What good does it do for a dead person in Song Woo?” I’m sorry.

Photos are posted on paper, reflecting the light, and there’s always a bit of bad.

Especially since Song Woo’s picture is black and white, and my picture is colored, the more weird the comparison is.

Funny thing is, that picture was also amplified by the photo my mother used for the introduction.

Perhaps the contrast is black and white, and Song Woo’s father is sober and murmurs: “I don’t want him to die without his support, be married, be married after his death.” I’m sorry.

Which one of these things was the victim himself?

It’s just that the living think about the dead and think they’re making it up.

It’s just for your own good and not for your own good.

I look at Song Woo’s father’s numbness as if he didn’t even want to struggle.

The money in his hand was torn apart and thrown into the fire pot, and then he jumped up and pulled off his face with pictures of me and put it in his pocket.

And then tore my name and birth to pieces behind his back.

The registrant tried to stop it, and the black cat’s bow on my shoulder came up and screamed at his “meow” and scared him back.

Those two drummers, they’re not Song’s family, they’re just sitting around and wondering what to do.

I lifted the paper man, and said to Song Woo’s father: “Song Woo liked to paint when he was a child, but said it was useless, he’d starve to death and tore up the painting book he had bought. He drew portraits of the person in the textbooks, even torn them and beat him.

“When he was in college, he wanted to learn from the media, and he said that the thing was bad and forced him to change his volition and let him learn management. I looked at Song Woo’s photo in the Hall of Spirits and suddenly felt sorry for him.

My company is a cartoonist, Song Woo went once, watched the company’s corridor and the tea room with the staff painting and the company’s studio with the windows and the paintings.

It was the same time that he said these things to me.

When he said it, he was not sad, he was just a little tired, as if there was no emotion.

Then he picks me up and I ask him to wait for me in the water room, where there are company comic books, some of which are my lead, and I can watch the company’s tea snacks.

But when he went up there, he never went up there again, even if it rained and waited for me downstairs.

He was afraid to face the kind of life he would have wanted but could no longer have.

But after all this, Song Woo’s father was still on his knees, sitting on paper, saying, “What’s the point of dying?” I’m sorry.

“But he doesn’t want to get married till he dies? Even if he died, would you keep him from resting? “I suddenly understand why Song Woo is tired every time.

Even the second time that his ghost found me, it was just a murmur saying, “I found Elaine.”

He could have come to me because he’d been damned.

“There’s no peace in death?” “Song Woo’s father is just looking up at me, shaking his dry and bleeding lips, as if he could not react.

And just as he was whispering, a fucking scream came out of the Hall of Spirits.

Following me, I felt like I was alone.

9

Just as Song Woo’s mother jumped in, the registrar tried to pull her.

But Sung-woo’s mother was as mad as she was, with her hands up and screaming, and the man came near, and he got out of the way, screaming for help.

I threw my foot in front of Song Woo’s mother and I was going to kick her.

She’s pointing at me, and she’s doing all that pussy, and I can leave her alone.

But she’s too hard on my mother, and it’s a little too much to do with family.

At that point, it just felt like it was sank on its shoulder, and a black cat jumped at Song Woo’s mother.

This time I heard Song Woo’s mother scream and fell on the ground, and the black cat turned his leg and crawled on my shoulder again, stomping at me.

Yoon Lin, you’re here! I knew you’d come. Ha ha! Song Woo’s mother fell down on the ground with a big red on her forehead.

And he riseth up with joy, and smileth at me with his face: ‘Enjoy my son in prayer, and marry him. I’m sorry.

Her face was full of crazy glamour, and Song Woo’s father wanted to pull her, and she pushed away and rushed to the unsealed coffin behind the temple.

SONG Woo smiled in the coffin, saying, “O Xiao Woo, I brought Yoon-Lin here to marry you immediately. I’m sorry.

When Song Woo died, I saw him. After his mother had spoken, he reached out to the coffin and touched Song Woo’s face.

I just felt all sweaty and hairy, and the black cat on my shoulder stomped at my neck, and my throat whispered.

“Come, Yoon-Lin, come!” And Song-woo’s mother came out in a hurry and reached out and pulled me out. I’m sorry.

I slapping her open to rip my hand, and she looked up at me, biting her teeth and staring at the black cat on my shoulder: “Don’t think of the whole cat so that Woo won’t look for you.” If you don’t marry Xiao Woo, I’ll kill your mother and your father, then you’ll kill those old bastards! I’m sorry.

“Huh! I’ll bury your whole family with him. He says he likes your family. He says your family is like home. SONG Woo’s mother is getting more excited.

I just feel cold.

Did she ever wonder why Song Woo liked our house?

“You shut up! Song Woo’s dad came over and ripped her apart.

But Sung-woo’s mother scratched her hand and kicked her in the face like crazy, scratching her father and screaming all the time.

I looked at her like this and took two steps with the black cat.

But the black cat in her arms jumped and jumped into a half-open coffin.

The black cat goes into the coffin, it’s a fraud!

I tried to get the black cat out.

“Aah-woo! SONG Woo’s mother came screaming.

But after the shadow, the black cat jumped out of the coffin with a big-handed paperman.

I only saw the paper man with a lock of hair, with my mother’s name and a picture of my mother.

It’s just that it’s not ink, it’s a little bit of color, it’s deep, it’s like a little bit of dark red, it’s just a little bit of water…

Looks like it’s written in blood?

“Give it back to me! Give it back to me!” SONG-woo’s fucking crazy head-on to the black cat.

But as soon as the black cat jumped on my shoulder, he handed me the paper, and looked at me in the colour of joy.

I held the black cat back in my hand and I caught the paper man in my hand.

And the black cat dipped on my neck, and I heard the low-intensity sound: “This is written in Song Woo’s blood, so burn it.” I’m sorry.

I listened to the sound, held the paper man, looked at the black cat with a shock.

It’s rubbing me in the neck, rubbing it up, kissing me in the face.

“How can I let you marry someone else?” I’m sorry.

It’s…

It’s…

I held the paper man, and I couldn’t tell.

The black cat doesn’t even hide, he talks to me and kisses me.

I didn’t know what to do.

Yoon Lin! Next to Song Woo’s mother, she’s coming at me!

Uncle Song! I swayed to Song Woo’s father, who wrote my mother’s name in blood and a picture of my mother. “Why would Song Woo jump to suicide?” I’m sorry.

“Song Woo is dead and you can’t let her go on like this! I swayed with the paper man and said to Song Woo’s father, “My mother is still in hospital because of this. I’m sorry.

It’s even more funny that this picture of my mom, it’s like Song Woo was with Grandpa at my house for half a day, and when she picked me up from work, Grandma planted herbs and told us all to take a picture in front of her.

It was Song Woo’s first photo shoot with our house, so my mom put a drilled hairplug in it.

Our family was satisfied with Song Woo!

But now this photo is printed by Song Woo’s mother and used to curse our house!

“Ha ha! Yoon Lin, if you don’t marry Xiao Woo, your family will be buried with him! “Song Woo’s mother is being ripped off and screaming, “You tell the police to arrest me! It’s no use. Ha ha!

“Call the police! What happened to me being a paperman? What’s wrong with burning paper downstairs? Call the police! Call the police! They don’t care, they don’t! Son-woo fucking looks like he’s crazy.

I looked at her crazy face and ripped off the picture of her mother on the paper, threw the paperman in the firebath and held the black cat that was rubbing on my face.

And he looked at Song Woo’s mother and said, “I don’t know if you fought with Song, but I know that he was tired and tired. He also said that if he had cancer, he would have lived for only a few months, he would have made a list of his wishes and done everything he wanted to do. I’m sorry.

“In those things, no marriage, no children and no old age for you!” He’s got a lot of places he wants to go, a lot of things you don’t know! I’m watching Song Woo’s mother.

One word: “You forced your son to die!” You know what?”

“And when he died, you wouldn’t let him go! You forced him to die! “I’ve been depressed for days, and it’s breaking out.

Seeing in that pot, the paper man burned.

On one foot, the pot was knocked down, and the stainless steel plate sounded on the floor.

Son-woo’s mother didn’t know if I yelled or was scared.

I was holding the black cat, walking towards her, staring at the paper money that slowly went out on the ground.

And he said to her, “There is no peace in his death, nor is there any paper to burn.” He’s only half a year old. Do you want him to live again? I’m sorry.

“He’s going to have to please the whole family, take me to work and keep you posted on the date, as you asked. He was sick and dying. You’re still pushing him! I’m sorry.

“You just want him to get married and say you have a face. Find you a daughter-in-law, leave you a grandson, if Song Woo is gone, you can have control, you can have an idea, you can continue. You didn’t really think about your son. You forced him to die. I’m sorry.

“You should know, right? I’m watching Song Woo’s mother.

Then he kicked him to the temple next to him, and drew a picture of Song Woo from the temple, and turned his face towards Song Woo’s mother: “Look at him, look at him, and look at him.” Ask him if he wants to get married and have kids, why kill himself? If you look at him, you won’t lose it! I’m sorry.

Son-woo saw me take a picture down to her and took two steps back in a panic, fearing that I would fall down, howl and stretch my hand to the frame.

Look at what I’m trying to say, and then suddenly he falls down and cries.

Soong-woo’s father held me in his arms and looked up to me and said, “You will not go away.” I’m sorry.

I held the black cat in my arms tight, as if it would calm down.

The anger of the heart has not yet gone up, and groaned at him: “I know that you must have fought at home, except that you and Song Woo have compromised.” You let her go mad. You’re an accomplice to your son’s death. I’m sorry.

I scrawled and cried like Song Woo’s mother, and looked at her, “I know there’s someone behind you, ask Song Woo what he wants to do!” If you did this again, didn’t you say Song Woo was afraid of this black cat? I let the black cat capture Song Woo’s ghost and keep him alive. I’m sorry.

The black cat was in my arms, with his feet on his tits, and he laughed.

10

The gods are afraid of the wicked.

I’ve got a leak in Song Woo’s Hall, and Song Woo’s mother is crying with Song Woo’s legacy.

The Song’s family came to me on the news that the man who had taken my mother’s paper out of Song’s coffin was guilty of losing his mind.

I don’t know if the black cat can hold Song Woo’s ghost and keep him alive, but he’s got to put it away.

I don’t care if the black cat laughs or laughs.

When the threat was over, I looked at the firebath, and I took out three fragrances, and the candle was lit.

“Song Woo, you didn’t fight back and left your mother to do this.” You just saw me, I’m not a bully, you come to me or my family again, and don’t blame me!

“You’re a ghost, I’m afraid of you. If you kill me, I won’t be afraid of you. You have a mother who’s got to drag you to death, and we’ll all take me for a treasure and see who fights! I’m sorry.

After that, he took a look at Song Woo’s parents with a black cat.

SONG-woo’s mother is crying, and I can’t feel her feelings now.

I’ve seen two movies about Song Woo. It’s the kind of box. It’s single, it’s good.

One was the List of Wills and one was the Best Day.

And then after that, he said to me, “If he asks, he’s watching a love film.”

It’s probably Song Woo’s only two times.

I’m a comic book maker, I’m a little bit more comfortable with all kinds of subject matter, and the movie likes it, so I’m talking about it.

After watching the film, Song-woo survived and, although he was tired, was less silent.

He drove while he seriously told me what he would do if he died.

He’s crazy about everything. He doesn’t look like he is.

Now, Song Woo might have been implying something.

I thought I’d come up here and look at the temple where the white candles were lit, in between, and see the relics hanging in front of it, and Song-woo smiled at me.

But as soon as the black cat dumps the soft tail, I feel like I’m in the dark and it’s still like that.

I don’t care. Pull the door and get in.

Maybe it’s been a few days since I’ve been so upset to look out the window and suddenly I feel a little hungry.

The co-pilot who put the black cat on the side, I took a good look at it, and it’s still smiling at me, and it’s not talking like that.

But I want to come to it except… ahem!

I fell asleep in a bit of a coma, like I was really helping.

I don’t think there’s any harm in it for now. We’ll find out when we meet the master.

When the light was red and green, I tried to make this black cat talk, but he was lying on the side of the co-driver, smiling at me from time to time, and he didn’t talk.

It made me think that I was hearing things, or thinking too much.

I took the black cat for breakfast and still fed it nothing. It didn’t eat.

I don’t care if I think it’s all fine.

She went to the hospital to see my mother again, and she’s awake, and she can’t remember what happened when she had an epilepsy.

My dad meant not to tell her, especially that she asked me to marry Song Woo so she wouldn’t be scared.

The doctor told her to stay in the hospital and observe that the family was here, and the two-person wards couldn’t fit, so I left my father here with me.

Grandpa and Grandma had refused to leave, and I told them to go home and cook, so they would come back and follow me home.

Because of the outsiders, I didn’t say anything about my mess.

Just hold on to the black cat and make sure my parents are here. It’s almost over.

When my grandparents were brought home, I told them to take a nap at home and buy food at the supermarket downstairs.

I didn’t remember my birthday, and after all, a few remember when they were born.

Then, with Sang-woo Song, the presenter repeatedly insisted on asking me, saying, “I’ll remember when my mother spoke.”

It was just pulled off behind the Song Woo family.

The master lives in his own little yard in the suburbs. He’s doing a pretty good job. The wall has a series of triangles almost two metres tall, purple red, and it’s so bright, like a flower waterfall.

And I raised a cat, but when I went in, the fat orange, which had been lying on the side of the flower, and was tumbled at least ten pounds above, and saw the black cat on my shoulder, strangling in a wave and shaking in the face.

A 60-year-old, lean, clean-up old lady comes out and picks up that fat orange.

Then he looked at the black cat on my shoulder, and smiled, “The ink has been missing for a long time. I’m sorry.

I twisted my head and looked at the black cat on my shoulder.

Does it have a name?

I didn’t think the master knew the black cat.

Ink gill!

The master smiled at me, “You are Yoon Lin, right? Come in, talk inside. I’m sorry.

I looked at the black cat on my shoulder, and I just felt a mess.

And when he came into the house, he took something from a cupboard, like a Chinese cupboard, and handed it to me: “To Ink-gu, there is something you ask. I’m sorry.

It’s like it’s a potion that’s dry. I don’t know if it’s poisonous, but I think it’s a good ink.

So the letter brought the thing in doubt, and carefully put it under the ink nose and smelled it.

The ink-sniffed, grunting, laughter at me, with a roll of tongues, rolled the medicine in and chewed it in the mouth.

I see it’s hard, chewing it to choke, putting the ink on the table and rushing towards the master and saying, “Want some water?” I’m sorry.

The master looked me up and down, and he smiled with a gentle smile, and he poured a cup of tea and handed it to me.

I looked lazyly on the table and chewed on the ink of Chinese medicine.

“It only eats what you have. The master whispered.

Then he said to me, “Just for a little while, tell me about Song Woo from the beginning.” I’m sorry.

The master’s face is flat and his eyes are warm and strong, and it’s just that he looks at people like this.

That’s it. She’s washed up and made tea.

I went over it from the beginning to the end, and I didn’t even hide what happened just now.

The master was a good listener, never interrupted from beginning to end, heard the point of focus, just noded at me in the mouth of tea.

And when I had finished, she reached out to me with her hand: “You are born with eight words.” I’m sorry.

I was too busy to tell her about the birth.

Then when the master had finished his reading, he took a glance at the ink, and smiled at the way: “You are a good word, a great one, a great one, and a great one.” I’m sorry.

“Surely. “I don’t have any face at all.

And I am not a little girl who does not know the world, but is among the blessed.

I’m a treasure to my grandparents and my parents.

At least I liked comics when I was a kid, and my parents didn’t tear up my drawings like Song Woo’s mother, but they encouraged me to learn, but they couldn’t influence it.

My family’s conditions are moderate, not very good, and my parents have been advised by relatives to learn to paint, which is equivalent to burning money, and a few others who can eat from it.

But my parents just said, “She likes it, so let her learn it. She doesn’t eat on it. I’m sorry.

When they were kids, they had to work late on weekends, and my grandparents took me to the drawing class.

Growing up, you’re gonna need a few bucks for a pigment, and my grandparents always ask me if I have enough money to steal a pension from my parents.

Then when I was a third year, my grandparents wanted to show my book to all their relatives.

And the master heard me so sure that he looked at the ink around me and laughed, “That’s good for you.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know why I’m lucky, but she wants to see the ink.

But he’s still coughing. Does it have anything to do with Song Woo?

“Blessed is Song Woo-young’s death. You are blessed. He certainly wants you to marry him and to protect him.” If he’s married to you in his life, in his next life, in his next life…” When the master says this, he looks at the ink.

“You’re going to protect them.” I’m sorry.

“So good? “I can’t see the ink in the eyes of the master, but I can’t believe it.” I’m sorry.

And as soon as it came out, the ink chewing on the meds looked up at me, the soft cat’s tail squirmed, and rolled over my wrist.

And a quick and urgent cry was made to me: “Meow!” I’m sorry.

“Huh! The master smiled and brought me a cup of tea.

Then look at me carefully: “Are you married? Have you forgotten?”

I stunned, and I felt the tail on my wrist tight again.

And remember, yesterday in bed, the ink said to marry him…

Like I did!

Eleven.

Maestro woke me up and married Ink.

I didn’t know how to react.

Even looking at the ink on the side and the soft end on the wrist.

I don’t want to regret it, but…

I don’t know how to take it.

Ink-gooked eyes, staring at me dead.

I’m a little confused, after all, and I’m not sure if I’m a cat.

And it did help my family a lot in the last two days.

I just don’t know what to say anymore.

The inks slowly stood up, stretched their necks and jumped off the table.

I just feel a cat’s tail on my wrist, and instinctively follow it.

And when the black cat came down and the shadow flashed, it turned into a handsome man in black, with deep eyes and five handsome officials.

He stood by me, staring at me, with a small voice and a sense of oppression: “You forgot?” I’m sorry.

“No! No! * I’ve always been soft, I’ve known *

He looked at the master and looked at her and asked her what was going on.

The master only looked at the ink and laughed with a smile: “Didn’t he say that a fairy had given you to Yoon Lin? I’m sorry.

The ink grunted, held my hand and sat beside me.

“She’s been scrambling around, and I broke her, and she just wanted to run away.” It’s just that I feel… I’m sorry.

“Let her bring me to Yoon Lin.” If she pretends to be a liar, I’ll bring her back. I’m sorry.

I hear something in it, and I clearly know it.

I’d like to say one more thing, and the ink is holding my hand, but it’s slowly turning my fingers.

“Sun Woo’s mother has an anti-winner behind her back. I’ve caught a scratch on her mother’s back. I’m sorry.

“Song Woo’s first seven is not here yet. Look at Song Woo’s fucking face. I’m not very good at it. I’ll take care of her. “The ink and my hands are tied to my ten fingers, and the cup I just dropped on my hands is water.

I can’t believe I can’t even remember my hands in the ink. I’m sorry.

The ink gills were just squeezing water, picking on me and laughing.

The master also lamented: “If everyone can find reasons from themselves and repent, how can there be so many things?” There are many evils, not caused by any ghost or phantom, the hearts of men, or disinherited, or inadequate. I’m sorry.

“So she’ll kill my family? When I think of my grandparents, I get nervous.

He stood up and asked the master to help, but he didn’t let go.

But he looked at the master like a cat: “Go and stay with her for a few days.” I’m sorry.

The master looked at the ink and the hand that I was holding together, and he looked down, and he nodded, and he said, “Okay. I’m sorry.

She smiled a little like my grandmother, but I got close.

But with the ink, the sound is true: “The one who is tired of winning is afraid that he will take the opportunity to do so in Song Woo’s seventh head. I can’t keep her with Yoon Lin. I’m sorry.

“What are you going to do?” I’m sorry.

The ink looked at me, and said, “On the day of the return of the first seven souls, Yoon Lin and I went to the place where Song Woo died. You’re at Yoon Lin’s, protecting her family. I’m sorry.

“Good. You’re doing everything for her. Just lend me some medicine. “The master looks at me and laughs at me.

Then he said to me, “I’ll bring you back some medicine, and follow me.” I’m sorry.

I had to look at the medicine cabinet behind her.

And I can’t walk away from it.

“Will you be a cat again? I’ll hold you? Or on my shoulder again? “I hit my shoulder with my bare hands.

The master laughs at one side: “Now that we’re together, the sun will grow.” I’m sorry.

“Yeah. It’s a long day to come… ”The ink has slowly unsealed its hand, but it bites the word after “come.”

I’m a cartoonist. Why can’t I hear that? I can’t help it.

Get up and follow the master back. She’s obviously talking to me.

When I got back, the master brought me a box of redwood gold paint.

They opened it for me. It’s all the medicine I just took.

Then he delivered to me: “This box was originally sent to me in ink, even if it is returned to you today.” I’m sorry.

“Why did he send it back to me? “I always feel what’s in it.

But thinking of the cat’s ear, the master blinked and whispered: “Is the ink a cat demon?” I’m sorry.

Even if it’s harmless, it’s curious.

The master only looked at me and smiled, and looked with tenderness and mercy: “You are blessed, you are well-wished.” And know that there is not any blessing but that it was born, and that it is the evil of the former generations. I’m sorry.

I didn’t know it had anything to do with ink gills.

The master again lamented: “The cat has nine lives, but the ink has only one life. I’m sorry.

Say, shake my hand, “Have a good time. It won’t take long for him to become an adult. I’m sorry.

“The virtue of my former life is also connected to him? I’m listening to the master, that’s what I mean.

“You’re smart, you can see. Good, good. The master smiled at me and pointed to the outside, “Go ahead, he’s waiting for you. I’ll pack up and go back with you. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t accept it for a moment, but I took the box and looked out at the ink.

He’s gonna hold that fat orange and he’s rubbing his hair.

The fat orange was next to him, scared his tail was stiff, saw me, and looked at me.

And We stretched out our hand to take away the fat orange, but it reached out with its ink and carried its neck, and put it on the ground: I’m sorry.

“You just wanted to hold it.” I’m sorry.

It’s just like when he was a cat.

The eyes are all the more gruesome, and a kind of grumpy.

I can’t help but feel that cat’s face really moving.

And he who is blinded by the unseen heart, and he who shakes his head.

It was only then that the Ink gill stood up and suddenly reached out to me, and the whole body was buried in my neck: “Just hold me, you know?” I’m sorry.

I’m…

It’s still the location!

The master packed it up, coughed it down, and I shrunk out of the ink, and I ran and carried things to the master.

“It’s a little far from the day. The master saw me run away and laughed in the back.

“Come slowly.” I’m sorry.

Maybe it was the drug that didn’t turn into a cat, and even the shadows were human.

The master came to the door and said nothing but that the ink had been her nephew, and that he was better than her in magic.

Then he gave Grandma eight words and added a few words to his grandfather and put on record a lot of secret things that he did not want to mention.

Grandfather and Grandmother were bought, and Grandma heard the master’s name, so she and Ink Zhu became guests.

Grandma was nervous about who slept with me, whether I was pregnant or not.

When the master glanced at the ink, then he shook his head.

I had to stare at the ink and I couldn’t stand to go straight to the couch.

Grandma asked about the cat. All I said was that the cat was outside and would come back on her own.

That afternoon, my mother left the hospital because she had nothing to do with it.

I’ll pack up the cabin and let the master live.

Just trying to squeeze with my mom and my dad sleeps on the couch and gives my room to ink.

So he used to say that he was a man of his own and that he would stay at my bed, so Song-woo wouldn’t dare come, and he wanted to watch the night.

He was a good-looking man, together with the nephew of the master and a great nephew who said he had come to contain the evil spirit.

My family may not feel right about that face.

Even if I wanted to say no, my grandmother severely stopped me and even kept passing on my eyes.

When I was in bed, I bathed and lay down, thinking of how to speak of such things with seriousness and ink.

But the ink went into the nest, and then he grabbed me, and I didn’t even have a chance to speak, and the city fell.

One more step on the long road to Japan.

12

There’s nothing weird going on at home because of the master and the ink.

It’s just that I’m a little tired, and I’m on leave with the company, but at night I’m in the dark.

Go in again!

On the seventh day of Song Woo’s first year, the master was in town at his home to protect his family, as had been agreed in advance.

Take me to Song Woo’s house and wait for Song Woo’s mother to come back.

My parents were worried, but the ink seemed to be the kind of comforting person, and my parents agreed with him.

I went back to the house that night and thought that ink would set up an altar or something.

But the ink was only holding me, sitting in the garden behind Song-woo’s death, gently holding me in the couch behind the garden, saying that he had nothing to prepare, and then looked at the moon.

He didn’t talk much, but in the last few days, I found out that he was actually a very comfortable person, a bit like a cat, a little sticky, pompous, a little bit long and a bit bit biting.

The back garden in the night was a bit cold, the ink was warm and soft, and he was comfortable with it.

I have recently learned the truth, and I lie in the shadows.

He hugged me. He always likes to slap me on the back like a cat.

And when you’re confused, you hear the cold wind, and you wake up with a vibrator.

“Come on. You go back to sleep, I’ll do it. “The ink gill just turned over and carefully covered my blanket and came out of the blanket in a smart way.

And as the wind blows, there’s a weird laugh from Song Woo’s mother.

Following a figure dressed in a birthday dress, he jumped over a one-metre-high fence from the balcony.

I sat up so scared I could almost scream at the look of it.

He was the dead Song Woo, who had been dead for seven days, and had died every day, even with a needle in his face, whose eyes had been broken, as if it had been sealed.

It was also estimated that the inquisitor had spent a lot of time putting on makeup, with heavy powder on his face.

As soon as he jumped in, Song-woo’s mother appeared outside the fence, and she was holding something in her hand, shaking and smiling at me, “Yon Lin, you dare come back with the cat that scared him. Don’t think I’ll let you go if you say something. I’m sorry.

“If it’s weird, it’s your fault. I’m sorry for my life. If you marry him, he’ll be fine. I’ll make sure you marry him. SONG-woo’s mother keeps walking with that thing.

Song Woo’s body jumped at me.

It’s like a crush, but he’s about to jump.

The ink shadow standing next to the recoiled chair was a low hum, and as soon as he waved his hand, he kicked Song-woo’s body to the ground and stepped on his chest.

Song Woo is still like the fish on the shore, and his limbs are pumping and trying to get up.

The ink was cold, reaching out a ten-centimeter nail from Song Woo’s head and looking at Song Woo’s mother behind the fence: “Did you put a steel nail in order to control his body? Do you know how painful he is? I’m sorry.

“I don’t care. I’ve ruined his life. I’m doing it for his sake! SONG-woo’s mother is still shaking things in her hands.

“The nails are out, he won’t move again, you call the police, I go to the man.” I’m sorry.

Says he threw his nails out of his hand and jumped. He really ran out like a cat.

Song Woo’s body was lying on the ground from the time it was pulled out.

“Long let me in. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t wait in the back garden, I rushed to the police, went to the house, locked doors and windows, and called property security.

The security guard came first and took Son-woo’s mother directly under control. He saw a body in my garden.

The police came very quickly and asked me how to come back, and I was afraid to say anything about the body, just to get something and then jumped in.

The police checked the property surveillance because of Song Woo’s mother, and my family called the police a number of times, this time directly calling Song Woo’s father, and then they called the funeral home.

When Song Woo’s father came, he seemed to be a teenager, and whatever the police said, he just noded.

The car at the funeral home took Song Woo’s body, and his mother shouted at the police and was forced into the police car.

Song Woo’s father still hasn’t said anything, even directly signed the funeral home’s list and agreed to burn it.

This farce is over, and when everyone’s gone, I went with the police and they took me back and asked me where I was going.

I’m thinking of chasing after the man who’s got the ink. I’m not back yet. I’m thinking about the house where something happened.

Until around 5:00 a.m., Mok Gyu hasn’t returned.

I don’t know much about this kind of witchcraft, but with a paperman alone, Song-woo could control my mom remotely and drive my mom crazy.

A nail can manipulate the body and let Song Woo jump in.

I don’t know if I can handle it, but I’m a little horny.

I don’t know where the ink will come back, but I just keep looking in the back garden and sometimes pull the door open and look outside.

And even open all the windows so he can come back.

I look at the light of the day, and I start to panic, and I shake the handle, and I think about it, or I’m gonna call the master.

Just as I was holding the handle, shivering on the screen.

“Yon Lin.” I’m sorry.

I’m just feeling cold. It’s really a ghost!

Hold on to the handle, turn your hand over to the next coat hanger and get ready to come back and smoke Song Woo.

I don’t care if he’s a ghost, so he’ll have to work!

And a soft hand held me, and followed the sound of ink and intoxicated, saying, “Why are hands so cold? Are they frightened?”

When I turned my head, I looked at the fear of ink-face, and suddenly I was relieved.

He’s coming back.

And then I saw Song Woo coming from nowhere.

As if he were no longer as dead as he was, he stood in the dark of the corner, looked at me and the ink, and laughed, “Thank you. I’m sorry.

I don’t know what he’s grateful for.

But the day has already started to light, and the light is coming through the curtains and Song-woo disappears.

“Did he scare you? If I’d known, I shouldn’t have overstepped him and let his dead soul float for days! * Wait for him to leave, hold my hand in my arms *

I felt my hand swayed and held him in his arms, and buried his head in his arms, and said, “If you don’t come back, I’ll go to the master and get you.” I’m sorry.

And hold me in the shadows, and laugh low: “Where will you go if you are not back here?” I’m sorry.

13

I asked who the Ink-Gun was. How’s it going?

Ink gill just told me it’s settled and everything’s gonna be fine.

More questions, there are ways I can’t talk.

After Soong-woo was settled, everything returned to calm.

I went to work as usual, and the ink turned into a black cat.

It’s a good company.

Don’t look at the ink as a black cat, but it’s really high, but it’s famous for the cold, and I can’t even touch a cat’s hair, except for me.

The ink and my family said that my house had been haunted and that there were other things to come in and look at every day.

He also said that he had cleaned the house where Song Woo had been killed, and he had set it up every day, either with a bottle or with other things.

My grandparents and my parents started looking at me and laughing at me, and then they got used to it.

And then I went to work, and he turned into a cat.

As soon as I got back from work, he was human.

I had dinner at my house and my front foot was thrown out by my family.

When I got back, the black cat came back on my shoulder.

He sleeps enough in the daytime, he’s active at night, and I can’t sleep well!

I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell my parents.

And he’s a cat, no identity, no account, what’ll he do?

One night, he held me in his arms, and the cat’s tail asked me that very seriously.

And then the ink smiled, and held me in my arms, and I ran on him, and touched my back as if I had sneered: “There was no account book, as if there was no proof.” I’ll figure it out. Don’t worry. I’m sorry.

I’m…

The eyes of the ink remain bright in the dark and suddenly find out what the implication is.

I didn’t know how to say it, so I fell down on the ink and smitten him hard, and I said, “Don’t you want to be responsible?” I’m sorry.

And the ink was holding me down and laughing, and then told me what was responsible.

But I didn’t think it would happen so fast, and the next day when I went to work at the office, Mok-gu was with him, but in the afternoon, the cat went nowhere.

I called him. He said something. Let me go home.

When I got home, my man, the master was there, and I carried a lot of stuff.

Grandma took my hand and pushed me to sit next to the ink, with all the colour on her face.

I was inexplicably turned to look at the ink, and he pulled out an accountbook from his pocket and put it on the tea table, and then looked at my parents.

Take my hand and take it as seriously as he’ll lie to his colleagues: “I’ll be good to Yoon Lin and live and die!” I’m sorry.

I didn’t know why, when I heard the world, I suddenly remembered what the master said.

The cat has nine lives, and the ink is only one.

And I am blessed, perhaps with ink and ink.

He was so serious, my mom had water in her eyes, and Grandma was just looking at us and saying, “Good.”

They’re all coming here, and every day they find every reason to come in, and I’ll turn around, and he’ll follow.

When it comes to marriage, it’s all about the elders. Me and Mok-hee just sit and listen.

He secretly told me it was the master’s relationship, he took him to the account, and as soon as it was done, he brought her the account book.

Work is just like a master, helping people, and income is said to be good.

And the ink was just holding my hand, touching it, whispering in my ear.

My family and maestro are laughing at us, making me feel so embarrassed to push him in front of so many people.

It is true that the master spoke to my grandmother very deeply, saying that she is an old aunt, and that she is too old to be alone with her.

That means living in our house.

My parents looked at the account book and smiled.

But I was tired and asked again and again in the evening: “Did you have your account book and go and get it in the morning?” I’m sorry.

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I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.