Healing in the Countryside with a Baby Dragon - Chapter 218



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Episode 218 Fairy Tale

After the last village fan meeting, Director Ham Sa-rang asked if it would be okay to give a gift soon.

I nodded, as I wasn’t the type of person to refuse a gift offered to me.

Honestly, I was curious about what kind of gift it was, but I didn’t ask.

Wouldn’t that double the joy when you receive it?

I personally expect so.

‘Is it dog clothes? Or Seol-ah’s clothes? Or maybe a new crop variety?’

I thought it might be something related to dogs.

Because she was close with the director of the animal hospital and the three dog brothers, whom she often saw.

I thought it was a good thing since I had to buy new clothes for the puppies because they were growing bigger again.

But what Director Ham Sa-rang handed over was not dog clothes or other supplies, but a bundle of paper.

[Happy daily life at the farm where happiness grows]

The first thing that caught my eye was the title.

The name of our farm was written on it.

Let’s move on to the next one.

[Today, plants are growing luxuriantly in the farm where happiness grows.]

[The sun is shining brightly, and the clouds and wind are leisurely looking down on the farm.]

I saw a line of text that I had written myself.

What do you call this kind of writing, a novel? No, it’s too light to be a novel, and it’s not my personal experience to be a diary.

I remembered a story I read a lot when I was young and often read to Seol-ah.

“fairytale?”

To my question, Director Ham Sa-rang smiled shyly and nodded.

“I’ve loved fairy tales since I was little. Personally, I dreamed of writing a fairy tale someday. The last time I was resting at the farm, a fairy tale I wanted to write suddenly came to mind.”

I guess you’re talking about the last time you stayed at the farm.

This is a story I’ve been writing since then.

The wad of paper I was holding in my hand became a little more precious.

“I’ve been writing stories little by little whenever I had time, but I was finally able to finish the fairy tale after listening to Elena’s song.”

“Did you give me a fairy tale you wrote yourself?”

“Yes, thanks to you, Jinsol, my father and mother’s faces have brightened up a lot. Me too. So I wanted to repay you somehow, and I wanted to give back in this way.”

For a moment, I looked at the bundle of papers that Hamsarang had handed me.

What should I say… … I was truly touched by the unexpected gift and the sincerity in Director Ham Sa-rang’s words.

It feels like warm energy is flowing from the paper in my hand.

“Really… … thank you. I never thought it would be such a great gift. A fairy tale. Wow, this is really-”

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Only after seeing Jinsol’s reaction did Ham Sa-rang feel relieved.

In fact, even on the way to the farm, Hamsarang continued to worry.

Will they like it? What if they don’t like it?

‘I guess puppy clothes would be better? Should I just give you puppy clothes?’

Just in case, I brought a manuscript in one hand and dog clothes in the other.

First, give them a fairy tale as a gift, and if they don’t respond well, give them clothes.

‘Hahaha, just kidding. Just kidding. How is the gift a fairy tale? Of course I brought clothes for the puppies too!’

After thinking of a suitable line.

After loitering around in front of the farm gate for a few minutes, I finally mustered up the courage.

Even in the brief moment between the knock on the door and Jinsol coming out, I was conflicted.

Should I just hand over my clothes and run away?

The moment I saw Jinseol’s face, and the moment I saw the faces of the puppies looking at me from the side.

‘Okay, let’s convey our feelings somehow.’

Unable to control the overflowing passion in my heart, I ended up writing a fairy tale.

In fact, Ham Sa-rang liked fairy tales since she was little.

No, it was more than just liking it; it was almost obsessive.

Even as an adult, she read new fairy tales without fail, and her room was filled with fairy tales she had collected since childhood.

“Oh my, how old are you to read fairy tales! You should read other books!”

“Mom, I’m a doctor.”

“… … Tsk. You’re good at talking.”

“That’s because I read a lot of fairy tales.”

“Ah! Then let’s clean up! The room is overflowing with fairy tales! Overflowing! There are already several piles in the storage room!”

“It’s too good to throw away? Eeeeek- I’d be sad if I threw away my daughter’s favorite thing-”

“Ugh, I have to get married quickly so I can live. I have to live!”

“No? I’m going to live with my mom my whole life? I’m going to be by her side my whole life?”

The women’s association president, who neutralized her mother’s attacks with her charm and boasted limitless fighting power against the village chief, became infinitely weaker against her daughter.

Although he was grumbling on the outside, a smile slowly spread across his lips at his daughter’s coquetry, saying that they should live together for the rest of their lives.

Ham Sa-rang, who had appeased her mother with her aegyo, entered the room, closed the door, and sighed deeply.

The desk is filled with manuscripts that he wrote himself.

It’s been several years since I decided to write a fairy tale that I’ve loved since I was little, but I haven’t really made any progress.

This is the first time I’ve realized that the pain of creation is this extreme.

When I thought about how much suffering was contained in the fairy tales surrounding me, I felt dizzy.

‘Well, I originally had no literary talent.’

Soon a bitter smile spread across Hamsarang’s lips.

In fact, when Ham Sa-rang was young, she was a girl who liked encyclopedias more than fairy tales.

He loved knowledge and learning.

What I really liked was fairy tales.

‘If it was Sister Somang, she would have written it well.’

Her twin sister, Ham So-mang.

Even though the two were twins, their interests were very different.

Her older sister was truly delicate, kind, and considerate.

‘Love, are you okay?’

To the point where he always takes care of his younger sibling who is the same age and was born around the same time.

They say twins fight a lot, but maybe it was thanks to their older sister’s thoughtfulness and consideration… … that the two got along particularly well.

Well, there was nothing to bump into.

Because even when Hamsarang was stubborn or whiny, her older sister always gave in and was considerate.

It was a happy family, until the accident happened.

A sudden traffic accident that occurred on a rainy day.

The car that was being driven while drowsy was hit hard from behind, and when Ham Sa-rang came to her senses.

The only sound I could hear was the sound of heavy rain.

In the dark of the night, when you can’t see anything, and you’re shaking with fear.

The feel of the touch.

“Love… … .”

“Sister, sister- I’m so scared.”

Ham Sa-rang burst into tears when she heard her sister’s voice right after.

I held onto my sister’s hand that was touching my fingertips.

And to such a Ham Sa-rang, her older sister Ham So-mang asked as always.

“are you okay……?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know. I don’t know anything.”

The older sister patted the back of her younger sister’s hand with her finger as she cried and trembled in fear.

It was just a small sound in the pouring rain, but as the knocking continued, Ham Sa-rang’s heart became more stable.

“It’s okay… … It’s okay… … It’s okay… … .”

Hamsarang barely stopped crying at the sound of her sister’s whispering voice.

“Are you okay now… … ?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. What about you, Sister? Are you okay?”

Ham Sa-rang, who had barely regained consciousness, checked on her sister’s condition, but there was no answer.

Just as I was about to ask again, I heard the sound of a siren.

Is an ambulance here?

Now I can live, thank goodness.

“Sister, sister! The ambulance is here!”

Hamsarang felt relieved and told her sister the good news.

But there was still no answer from her sister, and for a moment Hamsarang shut her mouth.

I felt it instinctively. If I called my sister here again, if I forced myself to open my eyes and look at her, I would never be able to see her again.

Now, my sister’s finger tapping had stopped. I was afraid that my sister might run away, so I held her weak hand tightly and cried quietly.

However, despite Ham Sa-rang’s earnest wishes, her older sister Ham So-mang passed away.

I still dream about that time.

The parents’ desperate cries, the people’s pitiful looks, and even the doctor’s pitiful sighs.

“Love, love. You have to eat.”

“Huh? Tell me, love. Huh?”

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But the parents stood up again for their only remaining daughter.

But Ham Sa-rang couldn’t easily recover from the shock.

Not only was I unable to eat, I even lost my speech.

At the time, Ham Sa-rang felt that her sister’s death was her fault.

‘If only I had been nicer, if only I hadn’t made a fuss, if only I hadn’t told my sister to talk, if only I hadn’t bothered my sick sister-‘

If that were the case, I would have lived.

He suffered from nightmares and sometimes even suffered from seizures.

At that time, the concept of post-traumatic stress disorder was unfamiliar, unlike today.

There was a time when even my parents didn’t know what to do and were looking for a solution everywhere.

‘Sister… … .’

What caught Ham Sa-rang’s eye as she wiped away tears while lying in the room she shared with her sister and the bed they shared together was none other than Ham So-mang’s favorite fairy tale book.

Although he gave in to everything else, he was stubborn about the only time he had to read storybooks, and Ham Sa-rang also kept this to himself.

I opened the fairy tale book that my older sister, who I can no longer see, used to love and read it.

A fairy tale world filled with warmth and happiness.

My sister liked this kind of world.

“Sister- Sister- I miss you- Sister-”

Suddenly, tears began to well up in her eyes and Ham Sa-rang burst into loud sobs.

“Love? Love!”

When Ham Sa-rang’s mother heard her daughter’s cries, she rushed into the room and hugged her daughter.

“Why? Why are you like that? Why are you crying?”

“Sister, I miss you- sob-”

“Yeah, yeah, cry all you want, cry all you want.”

At that time, rather than feeling the pain of losing my daughter, I felt relief that my remaining daughter was able to speak again.

From that day on, Ham Sa-rang began to like fairy tales.

I thought that only in a world without death or pain would my sister be able to live happily.

My dream was to create a fairy tale world where my older sister could live someday… … but it wasn’t as easy as I thought.

And then I met Jinseol and Nongwon.

I remembered the moment I first visited the farm.

‘Ah, maybe this isn’t a fairy tale world?’

The fairy tale world she dreamed of would look like this.

Bright sunlight, fragrant forests, a world where everyone smiles.

From that day on, Ham Sa-rang was able to write fairy tales.

It took quite a while to write the fairy tale step by step, erasing and rewriting, erasing and rewriting over and over again, until it was completed.

‘It’s almost done.’

At a point when it was just about to be completed, it was blocked again.

‘How should I conclude it?’

What happens to the fairy tale world after the ending?

Will there be eternal happiness without death or pain?

What about the people left inside? And what about your sister?

When it doesn’t end easily.

At Jinsol’s invitation, I visited the farm and encountered a reality that was even more fairy tale-like than a fairy tale.

It was a series of surprises, from hot springs and steam rooms to dinosaurs and amusement parks.

Above all, the last performance was the most memorable.

The noisy tricks of puppies, the innocent and pure nursery rhymes and rhythms of children, and even Elena’s song on an early summer night.

Especially the moment when I had a vision while listening to Elena’s song.

“Love!”

“Sister?”

The moment her sister appeared in front of her was something she would never forget for the rest of her life.

When her older sister, who looked just like when she was little, ran to her and hugged her,

Tears burst out.

I apologized to my older sister for my immature behavior when I was young and for tormenting her until the end.

Sister Ham So-mang quietly held Ham Sa-rang’s hand and patted it.

Just like back then.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay, Sister. I can give everything to Sarang-!”

It’s so strange that I, who’s all grown up, am still being comforted by my younger sister.

Still, I hope this comfort lasts forever.

When Hamsarang stopped crying.

“are you okay?”

My sister asked me as usual.

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

“Hehe, that’s a relief.”

He finally looks relieved when his younger brother tells him that he is okay.

Let’s just face each other for a moment.

“This is a fairy tale I wrote. Would you like to read it to me?”

“really?”

She handed her fairy tale to her sister.

Of course, it is possible because it is a fantasy.

Ham So-mang’s face was filled with a smile as she read her own fairy tale.

The same expression as when I read fairy tales as a child.

Ham Sa-rang stared intently at her older sister’s appearance as if she was engraving it in her memory.

My sister, who was reading a clumsy fairy tale with great interest, finally reached the last chapter.

“Huh? There’s no ending?”

I asked Hamsarang while looking at the story that had not yet ended.

“Yeah, it’s so hard to finish it.”

Ham Sa-rang, who was answering, lowered her eyes and confessed her true feelings.

“No, I’m scared. I’m afraid that when it’s over, everything will be over. I don’t know what to do.”

My sister approached me with a gentle smile as I confessed that I couldn’t finish it because it felt like the end was death.

“It’s okay, love.”

And as usual, he comforted Ham Sa-rang by telling her that it was okay.

“The story may end, but happiness never ends.”

Then, he patted Ham Sa-rang’s hand again and continued speaking.

“So it can end. They lived happily ever after – that’s enough.”

“Are you also living happily in there?”

Ham So-mang nodded to Ham Sa-rang’s tearful question.

“Yes, I will live happily ever after in the world that Sarangi created.”

Ham So-mang, who had grown up in the blink of an eye, had the same face as Ham Sa-rang.

“So, Sarang-i, live happily here with Mom and Dad. I will be happy forever in the fairy tale. Do you understand?”

“Sister, sister… … .”

“Yeah, love.”

“Thank you. For being my sister. I missed you so much, and you came out like this.”

“I’m grateful too. For being my sister, Sarang. And for giving me a happy world to live in. Thank you so much.”

The fantasy ended with the conversation.

And that night, Hamsarang was finally able to complete the ending of the fairy tale.

“They lived happily ever after on the farm.”

Jinsol smiled brightly after reading the last sentence.

“This is such a beautiful and happy story. Thank you again.”

“I’m glad you like it. Thank you.”

A smile appeared on Ham Sa-rang’s lips at the sincere emotion on Jin-sol’s face.

I really didn’t know that the daily life on the farm could be turned into such a beautiful fairy tale.

A good idea occurred to me then.

“Oh, this fairy tale. Would it be okay if we used it at our fan meeting?”

“Yes? The fairy tale I wrote?”

“Is this copyrighted? Oh, how about writing ‘Director Ham Sa-rang of Animal Hospital’ as the original author?”

“yes?”

Let’s incorporate this fairy tale into our fan meeting.

Ham Sa-rang was taken aback by Jin-sol’s unexpected words.

No, but wouldn’t it be a bit risky to read a fairy tale made by a beginner at an important fan meeting?

Jinsol shrugged her shoulders at Ham Sa-rang’s expression that contained such meaning.

“It’s the happiness inside that matters.”

Ham Sa-rang held her breath for a moment at Jin-sol’s words.

And then he nodded.

“Yes, please.”

“Yes, please look forward to it.”

Somehow, it seemed like I could hear my sister’s voice saying that happiness never ends.

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