Relationships that have been together for a long time can sometimes share a lot of meaning with just a single word. Just as old friends and colleagues can understand each other’s intentions with just a glance.

It is true among close friends and colleagues, but what about an elderly couple who have been together for a long time?

A relationship that has been together for such a long time that the days spent together are longer than the days lived alone. There was no need for a long conversation between the two.

Just by looking at their faces and saying one word, ‘I love you’, the heart that the old woman wanted to convey to the old woman was sufficiently conveyed.

However, even so, I can’t help but feel this sense of loss that devours a corner of my heart. The old man grabbed his wife’s other hand, who was weakly away, and fumbled several times before putting it neatly on top of the hand he had put on earlier.

“still… I went with a smile, so my heart is at ease.”

Then he gently caressed her cheek as he closed his eyes. Fortunately, my wife, who left first, had a smile on her face. I didn’t feel any pain whatsoever.

That expression was a real comfort to the old man who sent his wife first. The old man smiled with mixed emotions, patted his wife on the shoulder, and stood up.

“Hoyeonah.”

“… Yes, Father.”

When his father called his name, Park Ho-yeon, who was standing behind him, flinched. It was because he had already resigned himself to the fact that his father would never even recognize him, let alone call him by name.

“It was a lot of hard work during that time. thank you.”

“… no. It’s okay, father.”

Park Ho-yeon shook his head slowly and said.

I just did what I had to do. Just because my father said one word, ‘I’ve worked hard’… It was already a miraculous reward.

“You are crying like a child.”

“Iknow, right.”

He didn’t sob, but tears streamed down his eyes. Although her body had already aged considerably, there were too many situations happening at once to hold back her tears.

“You have always been a proud son.”

“… Dad too. My father has always been a proud father.”

Jaesung Park smiled. It was not only Park Ho-yeon that this time is like a miracle. He hugged his crying son tightly.

“love.”

“I love you too. father.”

He gave his son a pat on the back and walked forward.

He had a hunch that he had little time left, but there was someone he had to say hello to.

Kang Tae-han, who followed him into the hospital room.

Park Jae-seong, who stopped in front of Kang Tae-han, held out his right hand as if inviting him to shake hands. When I grabbed Kang Tae-han’s outstretched hand, I held onto it with both hands.

“Thanks to you, an impossible wish came true. Thank you very much.”

Then he opened his mouth in a low voice. It was such a voice that pierced sincerity.

“I just received a favor that I can’t forget in my whole life, but this old man’s life is short, so I don’t know how to express my gratitude.”

“it’s okay.”

Kang Tae-han slowly shook his head at the old man’s sincerity. Then he replied with a light smile.

“Because that word is enough for now.”

“… Is that so.”

At Kang Tae-han’s words, the old man smiled warmly.

“Thank you again, sir. Thanks to you, I think I can leave in peace.”

He squeezed Kang Tae-han’s hand as if to squeeze out his last strength. After a while, his body slowly began to lean forward.

Kang Tae-han supported the old man’s body. He could no longer feel any aura in his body. He gathered the remaining energy all the way to the floor and forcibly endured it.

A small candle that burns brilliantly and then goes out.

It wasn’t very long, but it must have been a difficult time for the old man, who was already weak.

However, nonetheless.

A clear smile remained on the old man’s face, along with a satisfied expression.

* * *

“really… Thank you. But I guess I’ll be busy for a while. I will contact you when things are sorted out.”

After his father passed away like that, Park Ho-yeon said that to Kang Tae-han.

Since both of my parents died together, I had a lot of work to do and it was a difficult situation mentally. Kang Tae-han also nodded without speaking.

‘I think it was a good thing I contacted Taehan.’

However, the fortunate thing is that Park Ho-yeon’s expression did not look dark, even though it might look difficult.

Both mother and father had their wishes come true when they met at the end, and thanks to that, both of them passed away laughing, so it was thanks to the best possible ending.

“… It was worth staying up all night.”

Kang Tae-han put a faint smile on his lips as he remembered what had happened a few hours ago.

As he had done several times before, this time he did not wish for anything specific and did him a favor. just… When I heard about his situation over the phone, I just thought for a moment that it was a pity.

But at the last moment, when he received sincere thanks from the old man, Kang Tae-han remembered that it was good that he came down to Daejeon. It was more rewarding than I thought.

‘Of course, I have no intention of pretending to be a saint.’

Still, aren’t you living according to the teachings of your old teacher, ‘Live a life where you can receive gratitude from others’? I felt that way.

“… What is all this about?”

Then, someone came out of the room and asked, rubbing his eyes.

Kang Tae-han’s father was Kang Ho-yeon. He walked slowly to the kitchen where Kang Tae-han was.

“Breakfast with my father.”

“I can see that the table is set, but… But why are you at home at this time? Did you come down early in the morning?”

“I had a few things to do in Daejeon. You woke up just in time.

Kang Tae-han evaded the answer and opened the lid of the pressure cooker. Then, along with the white seaweed, the savory smell and the bitter smell of herbal medicine spread out together.

“What is it all about?”

“It’s Baeksuk. I want to take care of your father.”

Dip the chicken cooked in the pressure cooker with a skewer and transfer it to a wide plate, sprinkle the white broth on top and scoop out the hemp.

Wild ginseng aged about 15 years that I dug the other day.

He was thick and hard, so at first glance, he was strong enough to make one wonder if he had been raised by a person rather than a mountain.

I wanted to give it to my father, so I had kept it aside, but at this point Kang Tae-han decided to serve it to me.

“What kind of breakfast has you been having in the morning… … .”

“I was thinking of going hiking together today. Still, if you want to climb the mountain, shouldn’t you eat a hearty breakfast? So, I did some preparation.”

In fact, it was because he suddenly thought of his father while he was at Park Ho-yeon’s hospital at dawn, but Tae-han Kang brought Baek-suk to the table with moderate talking.

“Is this ginseng?”

“Yes, I went to the mart yesterday, but there was a set called Baeksuk, so I bought it.”

“You bought it at the mart? Huh, it seems that Seoul only sells ginseng to healthy people.”

It was a lie, of course. I came up with this because I thought that if I said that wild ginseng was added, I would feel burdened. Eating health food with a comfortable mind is much better absorbed.

“Here, eat the legs first.”

Kang Ho-yeon hesitated for a moment before reaching out his chopsticks for the breast meat, but Kang Tae-han tore off a chicken leg and placed it on Kang Ho-yeon’s bowl. And both legs.

Then Kang Ho-yeon burst out laughing.

“What are you doing, this?”

“Because it’s Baeksuk, which I made for my father.”

“Anyway, man. It is the first time since my mother-in-law that I give both legs at Baeksuk.”

Knowing his noble heart, he decided to accept only his heart, and Kang Ho-yeon placed one of his legs on Kang Tae-han’s plate.

Then he picked up the remaining chicken leg and took a bite. And after a while, Kang Ho-yeon’s eyes suddenly opened round.

‘This guy… Are you good at cooking?’

The meat was cooked to the point where the meat could be slathered off the bone if a little force was applied, but the chewy taste of the meat was well preserved.

The seasoning of the meat was appropriately permeated to the inside, and the scent of ginseng and jujube was appropriately permeated.

Due to the nature of the pressure cooker, once you put it on the fire, you can’t check it again, so it meant that you set the seasoning from the beginning and set the cooking time just right.

“Do you teach cooking at university these days?”

“no? why.”

“Why… It’s because it’s delicious.”

Kang Ho-yeon scratched his cheek once with a shy expression, then tore off a large piece of wing and brought it to a plate. Seeing this, Kang Tae-han smiled.

“father.”

“why.”

“I’ll often cook rice for you, and I’ll give you a massage often, so live a long, healthy life.”

Kang Ho-yeon stared at Kang Tae-han, swallowed the meat she was chewing, and said a word.

“Is it the Sanggat’s house that there was something to do?”

“Yes? no… Well, in a way, it’s similar.”

It feels embarrassing because I feel like my inner feelings have been revealed. Kang Tae-han shrugged, and Kang Ho-yeon smiled and added as if to add.

“do not worry. When I saw Saju in the past, I said let’s live until at least 100 years old.”

Then Kang Ho-yeon started eating again.

Maybe it was because the subject of the conversation was a bit unfamiliar, or maybe it was because the taste was better than expected, the two of them focused on the meal in silence.

“Ah, I ate well.”

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Lastly, Kang Ho-yeon, who sparingly spread the chicken to the neck, leaned back on the backrest and said, Kang Tae-han, who saw that, hinted.

“You shouldn’t be full yet.”

“… why? No, what else have you prepared?”

“If you ate baeksuk, you should also eat chicken porridge.”

Meanwhile, Kang Tae-han brought out the glutinous rice and chopped vegetables that he had previously soaked in water. Kang Ho-yeon, who was watching the scene, burst out laughing.

“It’s just right.”

“If you’re full, what… You don’t have to eat it.”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t eat it.”

If you brewed the broth with all your heart, shouldn’t you use it? If you ate Baeksuk, you would have chicken porridge. The one who taught Kang Tae-han was none other than Kang Ho-yeon. He straightened up and sat down, licking his lips lightly.

* * *

Professional baseball players must have time to check their condition with a brief meeting with the coaching staff before starting their daily routine on the day of the game.

How is your physical condition on that day, and if it is not good, is it still at a level where you can go to the game, or is it a situation where you cannot be sent out? Check the mental part as well as the physical part.

To use an analogy, would it be an important process that puts the first button on the daily routine? The same was true of Hanha Hawks in Daejeon.

However, these days, more and more players are complaining of discomfort every Thursday in Hanha.

This phenomenon did not happen during away matches going elsewhere, but only when playing at home.

“Is this shoulder sore?”

“Aww, because it is. Oh my, oh my! It hurts when you press it like that, Coach. I must have slept wrong, because I feel very stiff.”

When the battery coach pressed the outside shoulder, Lee Kwang-ho trembled and shook his body.

“Sup… Will there be any problems with the game?”

“I don’t think there will be any problems getting out of the game… Still, it’s bound to have an effect on your physical condition, or it’d be nice if you loosen up a bit… … .”

When the battery coach made a puzzled expression, Lee Kwang-ho took a quick glance and extended his words. Then, at the right time, I brought out the main topic.

“Then, if I get a little massage, I wonder if it will alleviate it! Come to think of it, isn’t Mr. Kang also coming today? How would it be if the coach said something to the coach… … .”

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Lee Kwang-ho was speechless while he was talking. The battery coach had a sneer on his face as if he knew it.

“I started pressing again from a while ago. Didn’t you notice?”

The coach had pressed it lightly earlier, but he was silently pressing the same spot where Lee Kwang-ho had made a fuss. Of course, Lee Kwang-ho didn’t mind.

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Lee Kwang-ho scratched his head with an embarrassed expression.

“I want to get one more massage, Coach.”

“no.”

“Ah, how can it not be?”

“I can’t do it any more. Are you in good shape?”

“… Yes, I have a good night’s sleep since I got a massage before.”

Only then is Lee Kwang-ho telling the truth. The battery coach checked that there was nothing wrong and let out a small sigh.

A situation in which an adult, as he grows up, is faking an illness by saying that he will receive another massage. It was the third time I was experiencing a similar situation today.