Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 193

“Hyung, aren’t I cute?” Episode 193 (193/500)

“Moon.”

The yellow thing pointed to with a tiny finger was the moon.

It was a perfectly reasonable observation for a child.

Siha pointed to the red.

“Sun.”

The red maple leaves were likely ripening under the warm sunlight.

Then, what could the last green color mean?

“Paper.”

“Paper?”

“Green paper. Sun, moon is there. Mix. Mix.”

“Mixed together?”

Siha nodded, as if he was done explaining, and clung to my leg.

The sun and moon are painted on the green drawing paper.

What’s visible in the sky is the sun, but he’s bringing in the moon too – a truly poetic and coincidental connection.

Still, Siha and I share a common feeling in that he colored it.

I feel good that our thoughts are aligning a bit this time.

There’s something you absolutely have to do at times like this.

“Siha, there’s something you have to say when you come up to the mountain.”

“Moya [What]?”

“Watch carefully. Yahoo~”

[Yahoo~]

My voice echoes back.

Siha looked up at me, surprised.

Pointing alternately at the mountain and me.

“Hyung. Hyung. Hyung over there? Hyung here?”

“Hahaha. The voice comes back like a boomerang. Do you want to try it, Siha?”

“Ah ah. Yahoo.”

“In a loud voice.”

“Hyung!!”

No. You’re supposed to say yahoo, not shout ‘hyung’ [older brother/male friend] at the top of your lungs…….

Still, the echo comes back as ‘hyung.’

Siha called out again, fascinated.

“Hyung!! Hyung!! Hyung!!”

“Ahem, ahem.”

“Hyung. Fun.”

“Amazing, right? You can play like this when you’re in the mountains.”

“Ah ah. Come again. Mountain. Come again.”

Ah…. Can’t we think about coming again a little less often?

Not every day, but once a month, perhaps?

Such thoughts ran through my head, but I didn’t say them out loud.

I didn’t want to see Siha’s disappointed face.

“Okay. Let’s come again. But let’s only come to the summit really, really occasionally.”

“Why?”

“It’s more special to see it here only sometimes.”

Baek Donghwan says, without any tact, from the side.

“Hyungnim [term of respect]. It’s always different and good, even if you come every day.”

“Want me to show you a different side of me today? Violently.”

“Ah. Why are you doing this.”

Be quiet. You’re single, but I’m not.

As I whispered that, he cleared his throat as if he understood.

He corrects his words.

“Cough. Siha. Actually, it’s better to come occasionally. Let’s really occasionally climb to the summit.”

“Ah? Baek Dong.”

“Yeah?”

“You lie again?”

“No. It’s not a lie…. It’s better to come occasionally. And it’s not ‘guh-ji mal’ [lie], it’s ‘guh-jit mal’ [lie].”

“Baek Dong guh-ji [Baek Dong liar].”

“Not ‘guh-ji,’ ‘guh-jit’! Be careful with your pronunciation.”

I looked at Baek Donghwan and shook my head.

As expected of someone who could be a voice actor, look at how he cares about his diction.

It’s enough if you understand roughly.

“Well, it is nice to come after a long time.”

“Right?”

“Ah ah. Good. Hyung. Hyung.”

Siha tugged at my pants.

I wondered what it was and asked, ‘Huh?’

The penguin bag opens.

I thought it was empty inside, but something pops out.

“Huh? When did you pack this?”

“Ah ah. Pepe.”

The Waipad [tablet] bag comes out of the penguin bag.

He lowers the zipper, takes out the pad, and grabs the pen.

He sat down on the spot and started looking ahead.

He started coloring diligently without drawing lines.

Green, yellow, orange, red.

The differences in saturation subtly blend together in various ways.

It feels like he’s remembering colors rather than drawing a picture.

Siha covers the top of the canvas with blue and sky blue.

Clouds are created as he lightly erases with an eraser.

‘Irregular.’

It’s a truly irregular array of colors, like the leaves of the mountain in front of me.

Baek Dong and I watched Siha doing that from behind for a while.

‘Hmm.’

Seeing that reminds me of a poem.

One of the reports I have to do in this lecture.

Should I include this scenery I saw with Siha?

“Hyung. All done.”

“Yeah. But what is this?”

“Sun, moon, green paper.”

“Ah ha. I see. You drew the colors that are here?”

“Ah ah.”

“Then is it a forest?”

“No.”

“I see. Then, should Hyung make one more layer here and write something? I think I’ll forget if I don’t write it now.”

“Ah ah.”

Siha gave me the Waipad.

I wrote the words I had thought of earlier on it.

A 43-character rate of embroidery.

“All done.”

I saved it with satisfaction and returned the Waipad to Siha.

Siha started packing the Waipad.

“Shall we go now?”

“Ah ah. Go.”

We went back down the mountain like that.

When we came down, Siha climbed on Baek Donghwan’s back and sang diligently.

It was a refreshing and pleasant melody.

***

After returning home, I first showered with Siha.

Warm water soaks the body, and soap bubbles drain into the sewer.

Siha enjoys splashing water.

After washing and coming out, he roughly wipes off the water, leaving droplets on the floor.

“Siha. You have to wipe carefully.”

“No. Siha all done.”

“No, you’re not?”

“No. All done. All done.”

I grabbed Siha, who was running away, wiped his whole body carefully, and wrapped a towel around his head.

“I’ll be wiping myself, so look at the doraji [bellflower root] first.”

“Ah ah.”

I hear Siha rummaging through the black bag.

I wiped off the water and changed my clothes.

“Hyung. Doraji is fine.”

“Haha. Okay. Do you want to ask how it is there?”

“Ah ah. Alive?”

No. Of course, it’s alive…….

“Hyung. Doraji shower. Shower do.”

“It wants to take a shower?”

“Ah ah. Dirty. Dirty. Shower and sleep. Sleep.”

“Oh. It said that?”

“Ah ah.”

How fun would it be if it actually said that?

No, it might be a little scary.

I came out of the bathroom and held the black bag.

I have to wash it anyway.

“Hyung will make doraji salad with this. Let’s steep the rest as tea.”

I don’t know if Siha will like it.

If he doesn’t like it, I can eat it all. Baek Donghwan will come later and take some too.

Knock knock.

It seems like he can’t be a gentleman.

“Yes. I’m coming out.”

“Hyungnim [term of respect]. I’ve washed up.”

“Okay. Come in. I was just about to wash the doraji.”

“That’s good.”

We started washing in earnest.

Siha also helped diligently from the side.

I don’t know if he’s washing it or just patting it.

Well, what’s important is that we’re doing it together.

The next step was something Siha couldn’t help with, so I asked him to cheer us on from the side.

Baek Donghwan and I sat down and held the knife.

Trimming, cutting, scrubbing with salt, adding seasoning, and mixing is the end.

“The seasoning won’t be fully absorbed today, so let’s eat it tomorrow.”

“Ah? Siha eat.”

“Huh? Now? It’ll be a little spicy if you eat it now?”

“No. Siha eat well.”

“Oh. Right. Siha eats well.”

I picked up a piece of doraji salad and put it in Siha’s mouth.

I watched him chew it with wonder.

“Hyung.”

“Yeah?”

“Spicy~”

“Hahaha. Hyung told you it was spicy. Just a moment. I’ll give you milk.”

Siha drank the milk well.

“But how’s the taste?”

“Spicy~”

“Did you only feel the spiciness? It wasn’t bad?”

“Delicious? Ah?”

He had an expression that he didn’t know whether it was delicious or not.

Well, this is probably the first time he’s had this kind of taste.

Still, the seasoning is a bit sweet, so it will be tasty.

“It’s more delicious with rice.”

“Ah ah. Delicious.”

“You don’t really know, do you.”

“No. Know.”

“Okay. Okay. Siha knows everything, right?”

“Ah ah.”

Baek Donghwan came up from the side and said.

“Hyungnim [term of respect]. You didn’t forget I was here, did you?”

“Oh. I didn’t forget. I saved your share here.”

“Ahem. Thank you.”

“What thank you. You helped too.”

Anyway, our hike ended like this.

Exercising and eating good things for the body.

This is wellness.

***

-Kangin University. Department of Chemistry, Jung Yongsoo’s Lab.

Jung Yongsoo was recalling his conversation with Sihyuk the other day.

The words that it would be good to sell in Vietnam.

He worked hard to find the basis. He also talked to Vietnamese students at the school.

But after listening, he didn’t know if it would sell well in Vietnam.

‘They said products with good scents sell well.’

But what they made is an unscented product.

It’s not that there are no unscented products, but he doesn’t think it will sell in Vietnam.

“Hmm.”

It needs to have something unique, but it doesn’t.

He wondered if he had missed something, but he didn’t know that either.

Jung Yongsoo asked the graduate student in front of him.

“They say this will sell well in Vietnam, but do you know why?”

“Ah, that? I think I know.”

“What? Really?”

“Yes. A Korean literature student I met before said that, so I thought about it a bit. We have natural ingredients in it, right? Isn’t that why? Well-being is important in Korea too.”

“That’s true.”

The word well-being has been around for a while, but it hasn’t really taken root in Korea for that long.

Of course, it has subsided a bit now, as there was a time when it was booming.

Still, people were very interested in health.

“Then wouldn’t it work even if we sell it in Korea?”

“Eh. How easy is that? Other places have already eaten up the market pie.”

“So we have to put it in a large company. At least the name value will do something.”

“But aren’t you worried now? Because you want to contract directly with overseas distributors. It’s good to break through like this as a school project.”

“That’s true.”

Jung Yongsoo nodded.

But he’s still not sure.

First of all, he thought he should meet Lee Sihyuk from the Department of Korean Language and Literature.

“Okay. Contact the department office and find out when Lee Sihyuk is taking classes. They won’t give me his phone number, will they?”

“If you say it’s a school project proposal, they’ll pass it on for you, right? If the professor says he wants to talk. They should have that much flexibility. But, Professor.”

“Why?”

“When I looked into it, I found out that the student Lee Sihyuk is very famous?”

“I know. I found out by looking up that there’s such a unique student at our school.”

There are many active graduates.

But how many students are active like this while still in college?

He was horrified to see that the interpreter’s career was lined up with large companies.

What is this, a college student? Just an interpreter.

“Sigh. If this is the case, we need an interpreter too.”

“Ah, then shall we put his name on the project?”

“We have to put it in if the student allows it. How can we put it in as we please now.”

“I omitted the words. That’s what I meant too.”

The graduate student contacts the Korean Language and Literature office.

Jung Yongsoo swallows and pricks up his ears to the conversation.

The naturally smiling conversation tells him that the story is going well.

It is also said that there is only one lecture today.

After that, there is almost no schedule, so Jung Yongsoo’s butt is shaking.

“Yes. Yes. Thank you. Good work.”

When the call ends, the graduate student looks at the professor as if he is dumbfounded.

“Professor. Why are you already packing your coat?”

“Ahem. The lecture is about to end. I’ll go see his face for a moment and make an appointment.”

“Huh? The department office here said they’d ask if they can give me the number and contact me?”

“Actually, it’s not a problem with the contact information.”

“Then what is it?”

“I’m curious why he specifically said Vietnam. I also want to check if the answer we found is correct.”

“Ah, well-being?”

“That’s right.”

“Since the professor said that, I’m curious too. Shall I go too?”

“You stay here. It’s burdensome if we go all at once.”

“It would be less burdensome if I went instead?”

Jung Yongsoo put on his coat as if he hadn’t heard.

He opened the door and went straight to where Sihyuk was lecturing.

There was still some time left before it ended, and one student was giving a presentation in the classroom.

That was Lee Sihyuk.

It seemed like he was presenting a poem he had created with a PPT [PowerPoint presentation] on the screen.

Several colorful pictures first caught his eye.

It was as if several colors were creating a synergy effect, like a chemical reaction.

‘But it’s a bit much to call it a picture. What does it say?’

He started to look at it little by little.

Only after reading the poem did he realize what the picture represented.