Kidnapped Dragons

“Well done.”

“Right, right! I did great! ”

Autumn ran with a chick.

Oh, yeah.

I said I did a good job.

Are we done with this?

Something, at an awkward point, came to an end. He complained of the next compliment. I'm trying to make a compliment, so I realize it's not easy either.

“You're good at what you do. You're lucky to be dirty. ”

“Well! Good luck! ”

“Is that what you were good at? ”

“I was better than you! Who wants to buy Seoul? If I bought Tokyo, I'd lose!? ”

“Fuck you. Look at you talking to this fraternity bitch. ”

“Heheheheh.. Heheheh! You bought a Chinese spy, Erfan! Argh...!”

‘Aaaah!’ The summer burst into gear, crushing the autumn and breaking the legs. ‘Peekjoong!’ Angry Peekjoong attacked the summer to protect his master, but when the autumn was released, it was the chick's turn. ‘Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!’ The little leg was brutally broken.

“Ugh.. Are you okay...?”

“Beep…. ”

Yellow Stragglers of Manshin Chang comforts each other.

“Come closer again. I'm sorry.”

In the meantime, I thought, I bought a good building. Is that a commendable element?

“Autumn.”

“Yes?”

“You have an excellent eye on the ground. ”

“Yeah? Uh-huh, that's not it! ”

“... Why? ”

“It's so weird...! Of course. Should I do real estate? ”

“Yeah, from your dungeon estate. ”

“Wow, that's great, right?! ”

“ ……. ”

“Huh? Why? There is also a basement under the house, so there is twice as much space……. ”

In any case, autumn was a joyous notion. After returning to the library, he wrote the autumn compliments and reviews in a complimentary journal form.

Since then, the board game has continued. Spring took hold of winter and winter and bought drinks and sweets. There was a playground, and the keeper counted the time to praise the children by observing them play rather than play.

In his opinion, the strangest board game was Jenga. Children were dragons, so delicacy was different from humans.

The square wooden columns passed 30 times, and one day they became more like a freak.

This time it was spring's turn.

A wooden pillar that has become incredibly dangerous.

When spring plucked the treetops, summer approached the sluggish side of the spring. He sat behind in the summer and only looked back, and the autumn and winter burst into tears and laughed.

“Uhihihi!”

“... Hehe. ”

It was a funny look.

Spring glimpses the summer, turning his head.

What are you doing? Even in the spring, the sound of breathing becomes irregular. When I held on to laughter, the sound of human breath used to change like that.

A trembling hand.

Tried to grasp the treetop secretly, but it was a stubborn move.

Then I looked back at the summer.

“Summer.”

“Oh, why not? ”

“You, that's treason. ”

“What am I? Come on, you broccoli! We don't have time!”

“You, you really... ”

Then when the spring reaches out, the summer comes in again. He snorted in a fat face. Zenga shakes and falls within.

What do you think he looks like?

The defeated spring got his back down. I had two pairs of hands. There was one elbow. Puck, with a sound, the spring was startled, as the fall and winter and the chicks glanced at the sluggish summer.

“ ……. ”

After all, the loser must prepare for the next game. Spring happily stacked Jenga. Next door, you'll hear the sound of summer smiling.

Yu Hyeong-tae only found out why the children became overimmersed in the game. It seemed that summer was drawing the hearts of others.

“Summer.”

“Huh?”

“You're having fun. ”

“What did he say... ”

I spilled it so he wouldn't get caught.

“But why are you there? ”

“Why."

“Go away and hug him. ”

Then the summer pointed to the side of spring.

He didn't go.

“You are surprisingly kind. Well done.”

“Oh, what did he say. This must be crazy. ”

“Why?"

“What are you doing now? I feel like shit from before. ”

“ ……. ”

While the children were playing the next game, Keeping went down to write letters about the compliments in the summer diary.

After the play, the time for cleaning came. I organized confectionery and beverage bottles with the most defeated springs and winters. You can give it to the Guardian. I think this was their own bet. Keepyeong said to the winter who was collecting the garbage hard while watching.

“You clean up the garbage. ”

“ ……? ”

Winter looked up. Raise your head.

“You can keep it clean, you do it yourself. ”

“... Yes. ”

“Good.”

Winter nods with a smile.

Then I started to clean up the garbage a little more motivationally. The winter seemed to have been well praised.

He wrote in his journal about winter and praise.

Finally, spring.

But spring was not particularly commendable. Throughout the game, he played plain. Moderately enjoyed. There was nothing noticeable.

So he arranged what to praise spring with, and he didn't praise anything until he finally lost his place.

* * *

Evening time.

It's been a long time since I decided to cook myself.

I bought four medium-sized mackerel at a nearby grocery store.

This evening I was going to make mackerel.

The cooking he knew how to cook was crude and extraordinary. So I always prefer to buy. Strangely, today I became a virtuoso.

Remove the head and thoroughly clean the gills, attached viscera, and fins.

Wipe away moisture and remove long spines. Remove the ribs that protect the viscera by slicing them thin. I dismantled it eight times.

Then I put it in Soju. This is a lot of trouble. Probably.

Thinking about the dishes of our old colleagues, it seems like they're growing up like that here. He did not know such skills.

I found flour and there was flour. Spring seemed to buy. Roughly covering the flour. Roughly salted. I beat the pepper. I roasted the liver garlic and the onions first, and I smelled the oil.

Chii Profit…….

That way, the mackerel is roasted. Keep the perfumed oil on top of the frying pan.

I'm baking fish. I doubt it in my calm head.

Why didn't he praise Spring?

Of course, I was repeating only clumsy and inappropriate compliments, but I was not able to compliment even though I was finishing my period.

Compliments come at some point. What to do.

Is it right to praise something good?

Cheers.. It was time for him to continue thinking about the stranger while watching the ripening mackerel.

“... Oh. ”

Winter approached his side and snorted.

He raises the frying pan high and raises his legs in an invisible manner.

“... What is it? ”

“Roasted mackerel. ”

“… smells good. ”

“Yeah? That's good. ”

He flips the mackerel without thinking much.

Powder is roasted and black. It was a way of relying on blurred memories, but it looked like it was then.

The winter we watched next door came ― It looks appetizing when you look at his reaction.

At the time of the dish that followed, the words that winter threw hit his ear, which had no other idea.

“... cooking is cool. ”

He stares down at the child instead of baking mackerel.

“What?”

“... Huh? ”

“Do you want to say it again? ”

“... Mister, I don't like cooking. ”

“Uh.”

“... it's cool. ”

Then winter went to the living room and called the children. Let's eat.

He thought about what was left of him alone.

It's nice to cook.

Is this a compliment? I thought so. The adjective is to please others.

But he wasn't very good at something. I didn't make any great mackerel. It wasn't a great effort.

Just like spring played.

I just cooked the attitude.

Yet does this child praise himself?

“Wow, that would be delicious. Did you do it yourself? ”

“Wow, I'll eat well. ”

While the children were eating mackerel, light meals, and noodles, they thought of the virtue of the compliment winter had given them.

I've thought about this before.

If you have a child.

Do you have to do something good to praise?

Or should we compliment the act itself?

Praise the hard work of the garbage.

Should I praise you for being good even though you were just having fun?

The former was a reward for performance.

The latter feels like a cheer towards existence itself.

At that time, I was unable to answer these questions. But this time, I thought I should look down.

And this is usually known in the spring.

“Huh? Compliments? ”

Dinner. Maintenance calls for spring on the terrace.

The sky where the darkness sank. The spring returned to him under the roof of the terrace with one of the lights on.

“What's the compliment? ”

“At what time should I give praise? ”

“When? ”

Briefly described the performance and conduct of the maintenance team.

Spring nods, staring at the eyes of the keeper.

“I think so. ”

When I heard the story, spring touched my lower lip.

“It's difficult…. Praise what you're good at, and it'll feel like a controlled reward. ”

“Even in winter, they cleaned harder. ”

“It's good, but it's too performance-oriented. If you don't clean it hard, winter won't hear a compliment. Then it's not a compliment for winter, it's a compliment for dealing with messiness... ”

“Yes.”

“Even though I'm just nervous, I don't think it's a good idea to praise the cleaning itself. ”

“That's why. ”

“If you compliment me at any time, what would that compliment mean? ”

“Is it meaningless? ”

“It's not worth it. No one wants what anyone can have at any time. ”

Occasionally, spring was like a dry desert, growing flowers in a pot.

Consequently, the two compliments that have been removed are not good.

“Well……. ”

I see a place far away for a while, and the spring becomes brutal.

Fat blue eyes seemed to stare at something beyond the mountain.

I look back at him with a slightly brighter look in the dark spring.

“Oh, why don't we do this? ”

“What is it?”

“First of all, I commend you on your achievements. Then you can take the value of the compliment. And….”

“And?”

“It lowers the performance standards a lot. ”

“For example? ”

“Winter cleaned up with me earlier. That was just the two of us. ”

“Uh.”

“Well, that was voluntary. It's commendable. ”

“Well... ”

“Don't you get it? ”

“Explain it a little more. ”

“if winter paints. If you're praising performance here, don't you have to paint a pretty picture to compliment it? ”

“Yes.”

“But let's say winter simply tries to draw a nice circle. At first, you're going to have a bumpy circle. And if you keep drawing it, it's going to be a little bit rounder. If I were to draw a pretty round circle at the end... Well done, but that's not really a big deal. ”

He nods, imagining the winter with a circle in his head.

“But winter hoped for it. That's what we did, so if it's not great, it's commendable, right? ”

“Aah.”

He nods again. Even the smallest achievement. Complimenting if it's an obvious‘ achievement '.

I'm not ignoring that the circle is small. Even a circle is what the child wants to draw, so it is a compliment.

If that's the case, it's not "performance," but the person's mind. At the same time, the value of praise is not diminished to compliment the performance itself.

It was a fairly good story to think about.

“Thank you. I learned one thing. ”

“Yes.”

“You always teach me something. ”

Then the regent realized that this was a time of praise.

“You're so smart. ”

Then he looked at the dark sky. I didn't see the look of spring brighten in real time because of that. The spring opened his eyes, thinking of something, and opened his mouth in a small voice.

“Ah... ”

“Why."

“I think I said something wrong. ”

“What?”

“Praise the act or the existence itself, but I think there are some good things to say. ”

“What is that? ”

Then a spring of pajamas came upon him.

The regent snuggled away. But the spring clings to him, as if it were no longer algebraic.

Take a step back. Yet again, the spring approaches him with a sharp expression.

“Why are you doing this? ”

The terrace was not so spacious, and I realized that maintaining it was meaningless.

“Compliments. Compliments. ”

The spring approaches the front of the nose within minutes, sweeping the green hair behind the ears.

“You don't even know this? ”

“ ……. ”

Spring approaches under his chin and looks up at him. If you shove your face in, the eyes of the big grass come a little bigger. There was no other contact. Faced with his eyes, the difficulty blooms like a blooming flower.

“How about me? ”

What do you think? It was time he couldn't find the answer.

Maybe it's different. Now it's open and playful. He didn't know what to answer, but he approached him. If you stutter your horse here, it will be a laughing stock.

In a moment of difficulty, I go back in my head.

I was thinking,

The street and the place I'm stuck with this guy.

This place that was with him.

And at this point in time when Earth was descending.

It was here.

Having become so troubled that he had to reap his gaze, he, like he had not said at the time, took refuge in his mouth.

“Not pretty.”

Then the spring advance stopped. Tightening, the pressure dissipates, and he turns around slowly. ‘Go in first.’ Today was not a mockery of the child.

Spring seemed to close the terrace after a while.

* * *

“Sister.”

Summer tapped the visit of spring.

There is no answer. But the spring is definitely in the room.

“Hello. Hey. Yubom?”

But there was no answer, so the summer opened the spring visit and went in.

Spring fell on the pillow, digging his face.

“What are you doing? You can call me, and there's no answer. ”

“…… why. ”

“I'll just borrow one of those books you bought last time. ”

“…… yes. ”

Surprisingly gentle. Summer was tense and the Horror Romance novel was in my arms.

However, the spring fell without any fluctuations until he left.

I don't think he sleeps.

If you keep an eye on it, your white feet squirm up and down.

“What's wrong with him...? ”