Chapter 105
Jaehee's fierce gaze. Even after Yeong-eun went home, her gaze remained unchanged. Junwoo joked mischievously.
"Hey, I'm getting laser beams from my eyes."
When Jaehee looked at Junwoo with frightening eyes, Junwoo stepped back, feeling a tingle. Jaehee didn't understand anything.
'Why did Soo-hyun forgive Yeong-eun so easily? The word got out that people were flocking to me, and what started small became a big deal. In the meantime, Soo-hyun lost the opportunity to move forward slowly, one step at a time. Of course, if you say that getting angry now won't help anything since they were going to do it anyway, then there's nothing to say, but Jaehee doesn't like Soo-hyun's behavior. I hate it even more because the other person is older than me.'
Junwoo stood behind Jaehee, who was walking ahead with heavy steps, and whispered as he stayed close to Soo-hyun.
"Hey, Jaehee seems angry."
Soo-hyun was also watching. It was the first time he had seen Jaehee do that. Soo-hyun looked at Junwoo and asked.
"Are you okay?"
"What?"
"The work of the young is the work of the old."
Junwoo frowned and said.
"Honestly?"
"Oh."
"I really hate senior Young-eun, who listened to others' conversations and spread the rumors, although I don't know where she came from. And honestly, since she's my senior, I can't insult her, but I want to tell her to get lost. I don't want to be with her."
Junwoo also seemed angry. Soo-hyun asked.
"But why don't you say anything?"
Junwoo looked at Soo-hyun's face and then looked back at the distant mountains.
"You must be the one who's angriest. You're not saying anything either, so it's a bit much for me to get angry."
Jaehee, who was walking ahead, flinched. Because Junwoo's words were right.
'Even if I were angry, Soo-hyun would have been the angriest. Why was I so angry?'
Junwoo added to the story.
"Aren't you angry?"
"Me."
"Yeah, you said earlier that you were angry with senior Young. But is that the face of someone who's angry?"
Soo-hyun shrugged.
"So what do I do? Throw them all away?"
"That's not it. You should show your anger when you're angry. Those people think you don't have claws if you don't show them. Then they'll call you a fool, right?"
Jaehee's footsteps stopped. Jaehee looked back and saw Soo-hyun. His expression had softened a little compared to before, but his eyes still showed that he was dissatisfied.
"Junwoo is right."
Soo-hyun asked, seeing Jaehee finally open her mouth.
"So what should I have done?"
Jaehee said, stamping her foot hard as if she were angry.
"You should have gotten angry! Why did you do that? Why are you talking about other people without permission?"
Junwoo also nodded his head to show his agreement. Soo-hyun looked at the two people and asked.
"What's next?"
'What happens next? Of course I should have gotten angry.'
"So what I'm asking is what happens after you get angry."
"What am I supposed to do! Of course I should kick him out! How can I work with someone like that?"
Junwoo closed his mouth, keeping an eye on Jaehee as he got very angry. Soo-hyun approached Jaehee and grabbed her shoulder tightly.
"Jaehee."
"Why."
"Ms. Young-eun, is she the senior in the violin department?"
"Of course. So what? As a senior, can't you say anything if you do something wrong?"
"No, that's not what I meant."
"Then?"
Soo-hyun let go of Jaehee's shoulder, placed his hand on his waist, and sighed.
"One of my uncles, who raised me, once said, 'If you don't forgive your enemies, they will remain your enemies, but if you pretend to forgive them, they will become your allies'."
Jaehee got angry.
"What the hell!!!"
Then Junwoo intervened.
"Wait a minute! Jaehee, wait a minute."
Jaehee looked at him as if asking why he was interfering, but Junwoo looked at Soo-hyun's face and said.
"What did you just say? If you pretended to forgive me?"
Soo-hyun smiled and put his hands in his pockets.
"To be honest, I was furious. I almost screamed earlier. But then I remembered what you said."
Soo-hyun was also angry. Jaehee's heart softened a little at those words. Junwoo asked again.
"So, you just pretended to forgive me?"
"Oh."
"Why?"
"Because we can't let our enemies remain enemies. Honestly, just imagine if Yeong-eun leaves. The violin section has the most members. Do you think the juniors will practice well while worrying about their seniors, who have been kicked out?"
"…"
Junwoo was speechless. Soo-hyun looked at Jaehee and said as he walked slowly.
"Another old man also said it. Forgiving is not about showing compassion, but about facing reality. You will surely regret your actions if you get angry and lose your temper. It's better to feel sorry for the other person. That's what I learned."
Soo-hyun was ahead. Junwoo, who had been silently watching the scene, spoke to Jaehee.
"That guy scares me a lot. He calculates all that while he's angry."
"…"
Jaehee ran up and walked next to Soo-hyun and asked.
"Are you still angry?"
Soo-hyun looked at Jaehee. His face was slightly cold.
"Huh."
"…"
The facial expression of an angry person. Although Soo-hyun was also angry inside, Jaehee's expression softened when he was convinced that he had endured it after thinking about reality.
"It's okay then."
"What?"
"Let it be. I'll stop being angry now."
Soo-hyun burst out laughing. The girl who got angry because he didn't get angry said she stopped after getting angry. Junwoo quickly followed.
"I've passed one mountain, but now the song is the problem. Can I help you?"
Jaehee looked at Junwoo with an astonished expression, but Junwoo seemed to be saying, "What? Why are you looking at me?" Soo-hyun said with a smile.
"No, I think a song will be out soon."
"Oh! Piano trio?" Junwoo said cheerfully.
"No, we can practice that among ourselves later."
"Then an orchestra?"
"Huh."
"Ah! If you want to do things in order, that's the first thing. You have to build the framework and add flesh to it. When will it come out?"
"Soon."
Jaehee intervened and asked.
"But do you think what you want to say will be conveyed to people even if many people compose it? What's the title?"
Soo-hyun was walking with his hands in his pockets and looking up at the sky.
"SHN Symphony No. 1 in E minor, Op. 4. 'The Death'."
Junwoo muttered at the grand name.
"If SHN is your initials, then Symphony means symphony, and the numbering means the first symphony, and OP means the fourth piece you worked on. Well, there's already one, and if you add the sonata and the trio you did this time, the OP numbering should be like that. But the title is 'Death'? Phew!"
'It sounds like a name that makes you think of middle school second-graders, but these people are actually middle school second-graders.'
In particular, Junwoo seemed to really like the name, and he even rubbed his palms together to express his anticipation.
"Hehe, that's great. What a great title! Awesome! Death! Hahaha."
Jaehee asked with a pitiful look in her eyes, shaking her head.
"How are you going to convey the feeling of the song to your seniors? Are you going to have a meeting?"
Soo-hyun shook his head.
"No."
"Then?"
"I'll give you poems. Poems that say what I want to say."
"…"
A few days later, all the orchestra members received the printouts handed out by Jaehee and Junwoo. They were all busy with their own lessons, but Soo-hyun's orchestra was getting a lot of attention at the school, so everyone checked it right away. The members of the violin department, which had the largest number of members, gathered to look at the printout. A document that described the feelings one felt about a song they were receiving for the first time. However, instead of explaining, the poem expressed the movement of the poem. We sat down together to discuss the poem and read the lyrics, but no one opened their mouth to look at it. Some of those who had already read the poem looked up and looked at the others, while others closed their eyes, took a breath, and read the poem again.
At that moment, Yeong-eun, who was a little late, entered the classroom. When Jaehee handed her the printout with a slightly unfriendly gesture and turned around, Youngeun smiled bitterly.
"I don't deserve to be treated like this, you know?"
The day Soo-hyun easily forgave her, she reflected more deeply than the day she got angry and fought with her friend. He was ashamed of Soo-hyun's big heart, even though he was younger than him. When Yeong-eun, who had been standing there holding the printout with a blank look and reading the poem to the end with her eyes closed, opened her eyes to feel the emotions, all the other students were looking at her. As she was the senior in the department, she felt that she wanted to say something, but she just sat down next to the students and quietly folded the printouts and put them in her bag.
The student who had been watching asked cautiously.
"Hey, sir… how are you?"
Yeong-eun opened her violin case and took out the instrument. Yeong-eun, who had been quietly doing her thing, looked at her juniors who were watching her intently and said,
"Don't you know just by looking at it? Soo-hyun's heart."
As Yeong-eun gestured to the students to read the lyrics again if they didn't know, the students began to read them again carefully.
"Understanding Soo-hyun's situation accurately is the first thing," Yeong-eun said, taking out her violin and preparing for class. "The work of every composer reflects their situation and their life. That is essential to be able to give an accurate performance. If you have any questions about Soo-hyun, ask Jaehee."
As the students' attention turned to Jaehee, Jaehee lowered his head in embarrassment. Only after all the gazes were turned away did Jaehee finally look up and look at Yeong-eun, and the anger in her eyes slowly disappeared. The words of the men who raised Soo-hyun came to her mind.
'If you don't forgive your enemy, he will remain your enemy, but if you pretend to forgive him, he will become your ally.'
In his eyes, Yeong-eun was seen lost in thought, fiddling with his left fingers on the violin strings with his eyes closed.
"Haha, did Mr. Chopin teach you that? As expected of Chopin, who is synonymous with gentleness. He rarely got angry at people during his lifetime. The only times he got angry was when he saw a musician play his music badly. It makes sense that he taught you that. But I wonder, did Mr. Liszt also teach you that?"
Tea with Schubert. When Schubert, who had been listening intently to the day's story as if it were an interesting story, asked a question, Soo-hyun smiled and scratched his cheek slightly.
"No, Uncle Franz said to punch him in the face…"
"Hahahahaha! I knew it. If it were him, he'd be able to do that. Hahaha."
"So I took a step back as I looked at Uncle Frederick's expression. Haha."
"Haha, you two are always cheerful friends. But it's strange. Mr. Chopin is not the type to ask someone to feel sorry for him instead of being considerate of him."
Soo-hyun scratched his head.
"That's what Uncle Beethoven said."
"Haha, right? That's Mr. Beethoven's personality. I asked because, somehow, it had that scent."
Schubert said after putting down his teacup.
"I saw the poem written by Soo-hyun."
Soo-hyun asked, sounding a little embarrassed.
"How was it?"
Schubert said with a smile.
"How is it? It's what your inside is telling you. It's the music that needs to be evaluated, not your thoughts."
'I was worried that I would be criticized for being childish, but luckily I was able to do it.'
As Soo-hyun's face relaxed a little, Schubert stood up and said.
"What should come before beautiful melodies and instrumental expressions is the poetic nature inherent in the musical idea. Soo-hyun has taken the first step correctly. So, shall we begin now, please?"
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