AWB Chapter 109 A Cup of Wine Down the Throat
Chapter 109 A Cup of Wine Down the Throat
Sun-young's family
Sun-young and Ms. Leopard, who were sitting at a small table eating pastries, looked out at the crackling sounds outside.
"Big sister, it's really raining!"
"It's so nice that it's raining, let it rain slowly~"
Sun-young clapped her hands with a smile, saying, "My son was right." She watched the rain fall happily.
Three seconds later, Ms. Leopard suddenly froze.
"A jar of soy sauce!"
"The lid of the soy sauce jar is still open!"
Ms. Leopard quickly got up and ran out without even putting on her shoes.
Seon-young, who was sitting and watching her older sister run out, did the same thing a fraction of a second later.
"Oh dear! I still have the clothes hanging up to dry!"
"Oh no, I'm doomed! What am I going to do with these clothes?!"
As Sun-young quickly tore off her wet clothes, she muttered to herself in silence.
Ms. Leopard finally reached the rooftop where the soy sauce jars were located and picked up the tile covers to put them on one by one.
It looks like a lot of rainwater got in.
Two of the Phoenix Hall sisters were tragically killed in the torrential rain.
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Phoenix Hall Hutong
The rain was still falling.
Sun-young walked down the street, holding an umbrella and carrying a small porcelain basin.
"What are you doing, Dad? What is this?" Sunyoung turned into the gate of Taek's house and saw a row of clothes that hadn't been taken down, so she quickly helped to take them down.
"Where did he go with the door open?" Sun-young looked curiously at Taek's house. The door was wide open, but the man was nowhere to be seen.
After walking around to the back of the watch shop, I saw Choi Moo-sung sitting alone in the shop, drinking, wearing a suit jacket.
"Hey~ Dad, Taek~" Sunyoung asked with concern when she saw Choi Moo-sung turn around, "What happened?"
"Hehe~ I didn't even know someone was coming~" Cui Wusheng chuckled his signature chuckle, tilted his head back and downed another glass of wine.
Sun-young stared in disbelief as she walked step by step to him, pulled up a chair, and sat down.
As soon as he sat down, Cui Wusheng poured himself another glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"You don't have a high alcohol tolerance, yet you drink like this?" Sun-young looked at Choi Moo-seong and asked in surprise.
"What's wrong? Didn't we discuss this during today's recording?"
Cui Wusheng did not answer.
"What's the matter?"
"What's wrong, brother? Why are you so unhappy?"
Sun-young pressed for the reason.
"Sunwoo's mother," Choi Moo-seong smiled and called out.
"What's wrong?" Sun-young asked, puzzled.
"Do you still remember Sunwoo's dream about being pregnant?" Choi Moo-sung asked earnestly.
"What kind of talk is that!" When talking about her son, Sun-young immediately smiled, her face seemingly full of unspoken words.
"Even if you let me experience it again right now, I could still have the same dream!"
Sunyoung went on and on about every detail of Sunwoo's dream, and with each additional detail she mentioned, Choi Moo-sung would chuckle to himself. After she finished speaking, he would quickly ask another question.
"Sunwoo's, what was his birth time? What time was he born...?"
"Of course I know what time he was born! 4:57 a.m.!" Sun-young answered excitedly as soon as she talked about her son.
"When feeding the pigs~"
"I've been hoping for 5 o'clock, but Sunwoo, you were just 3 minutes short!"
"He's not even born yet, and he already listens to his mother so obediently, as if he wants everyone to know he's a filial son!"
Sun-young recalled the memories with a smile on her face, but when she saw Choi Moo-sung suddenly lower his head and fall silent, she quickly snapped out of her excitement.
"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly asking this?" Sun-young looked at Choi Moo-seong with a puzzled expression. "Did Taek ask that?"
"No~" Choi Moo-sung forced a smile and shook his head. "A reporter asked me that today."
"What was Aze's dream about during his pregnancy?"
When were you born?
How would I know?
"I don't remember anything at all, and I can't answer the question..."
Choi Moo-sung picked up his wine glass, glanced at Seon-young, and laughed self-deprecatingly.
"If there were a mouse hole, I'd really like to crawl into it..."
After finishing his drink, Choi Moo-sung shook his head and sighed, then looked up at Seon-young.
"I'm so sorry, our Aze."
"I'm so sorry, my little one..."
Sun-young looked at Choi Moo-sung, who seemed to feel indebted to his children, and she empathized with him. She was also a mother raising two children, but she felt that her older brother was too guilty.
In everyone's eyes, he had already taken great care of Aze, and he took such good care of Aze, but he still felt guilty because there were some things he couldn't take care of.
"Oh dear, brother, Dad doesn't really know much about this kind of thing."
"Which dad would still remember something like that?"
Sun-young quickly put on a smile again and comforted Choi Moo-seong.
“If Mom were here, she should remember.” Choi Moo-sung looked up at Seon-young. “If Taek’s mother were still here, like Sun-woo’s mother, she would probably remember what her pregnancy dreams were, when she was born, what clothes she wore when she started school, right? Hehe…”
"Dad, you're utterly useless." Cui Wusheng chuckled self-deprecatingly, lowered his head, filled his wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
Sometimes, I really wish my mother had survived instead of me.
"Our Aze will be able to receive the same care and protection as other children..."
"I can always wear clean clothes when the seasons change..."
"I'll be able to eat lots of delicious food..."
"When I'm sick... I want my mom to hold me tight..."
Cui Wusheng choked up, his voice becoming incoherent.
"Why...why was it Dad who survived...?"
Sun-young looked at Choi Moo-sung, who was rambling on and on to himself, and retorted loudly to her older brother, whose voice was choked with emotion and whose eyes were wet.
"I'm speechless!"
"Where in this world can you find someone like you, Aze's dad?"
"I make a hot meal for my child every morning."
"When it rains, we run to the entrance of the chess academy to wait, afraid of disturbing the children. Have you ever watched TV properly at home?"
“Aze has seen it all, he knows it all.”
"He loves deeply, just like you. He knows how much his father loves him and how much he dotes on him. That kid knows everything!"
With a kind and encouraging tone, he kept recounting every little thing about Cui Wusheng. Every ordinary thing he did was so precious in the eyes of the neighbors and children.
"What does it matter if I know or I don't?"
"My poor child..."
"He's suffered so much..."
Seeing Choi Moo-sung trapped in self-blame, Sun-young didn't try to comfort him further. As he poured himself another glass of wine and was about to drink it, Sun-young snatched the glass away, poured herself a glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
Choi Moo-sung stared at Seon-young, who had shared a drink with him, his hand holding the glass frozen in place, his thoughts drifting back to the past.
At that time, he had just experienced the pain of losing his wife.
She and her son lived a listless life in their hometown.
Every day was so depressing, even Aze was affected, falling into deep self-isolation, rarely smiling, rarely playing like other children, and even disliking to talk.
At that time, it was Shanying who knew that it was not easy for him to raise the child alone, and she did not want to see him become decadent, so she suggested that he move to Fenghuangtang Hutong.
Since then, Aze and his neighbors have often taken care of him, and at mealtimes, the table is often filled with the dishes that each family has prepared that evening.
Aze also gained a few playmates who made him laugh, ran around, and even fell down with him.
At that time, Deok-sun and the others took turns carrying Taek, who had fallen and was injured, to school. A smile gradually returned to Taek's face.
After moving here, Choi Moo-sung and A-taek gradually returned to a normal life...
"Hehe~" Choi Moo-sung looked at Seon-young across from him, who was grinning as she drank, and finally smiled, raising his glass and downing it in one gulp.
A glass of wine down my throat, yet it cannot dispel the bitterness in my heart...
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