When I was in Reply 1988

Chapter 805 I Will Protect Your Dream
Looking at the scrawled portrait of a human head on the paper airplane, Jung-hwan smiled.

Zhengfeng said, "Didn't you say you wanted to be a pilot? If you become a pilot, I want to be the first passenger on your plane."

Jung-hwan looked at the plane in his hand and fell silent.

In this era, piloting is a highly respected patriotic profession.

In the original drama, Aze's success as a chess player is due to individual thinking.

But Jung-hwan chose an institutionalized career.

There is a sharp contrast between the two people, revealing the surprising fate of two philosophies of life.

Most importantly, the show never shows him flying the plane, but instead repeatedly emphasizes that he was unable to land due to weather conditions.

In this way, the director implies that his life is always suspended between the "ideal heights" and the "real ground", and he is unable to truly land on happiness.

"It's a fighter jet. My dream is to be a fighter pilot."

Hearing this, Zhengfeng's heart stagnated.

Becoming a fighter pilot has always been his dream.

But because of heart disease, it is impossible to achieve.

When did Junghwan know his wish?
When did he start studying hard and protecting his wishes?

For a moment, Zhengfeng felt not only touched but also incredulous.

Jung Hwan patted his shoulder and sat down at the table: "Brother, do you want to teach me how to fold a thousand paper cranes?"

He planned to fold a thousand of them and give them to Deok-sun.

Zhengfeng didn't reply, but just looked at him quietly.

Jung Hwan laughed, "Brother? Brother?!!"

Just then, the door was pushed open again.

"You two are here, Brother Zhengfeng, where is the Buddhist scripture you had earlier?"

Zhengfeng turned around and saw that it was Li Renyong, with sweat on his forehead, as if he had run.

"What are you going to do there?"

Li Renyong walked to the bookcase, took out the Buddhist scripture and said, "Lend it to me for a few days, I'll give it to you later."

The Buddhist scripture is the Heart Sutra, which Zhengfeng obtained from a temple.

Zhengfeng said, "Don't break it."

Li Renyong walked out the door: "I know."

After this incident, the sentimental atmosphere suddenly disappeared.

Jung-bong begins to teach Jung-hwan how to fold a paper crane.

……

It was six o'clock the next morning.

Today is the day that Paula will take the judicial examination. The civil law exam will start at 9 am and the entry deadline is 8:50.

The examination location is at the International Exhibition Center.

It takes about twenty minutes from Yonsei University.

Plus, there are a lot of people taking the exam today, so there will definitely be traffic jams, so we have to leave before eight o'clock.

Li Renyong quickly turned off the alarm and got up from the bed, showing no sign of staying in bed as usual.

In the living room, Huili had already prepared breakfast.

"Ayong, come and eat as soon as you get up."

"understood."

Li Renyong walked out of the bedroom and said, "Mom, why did you get up so early?"

Huili smiled and said, "I guessed you would definitely go to see Paula off in the morning, so I got up early. I've called a taxi for you. It's right outside the door, so you can leave anytime."

My dear mother.

Li Renyong opened his arms and wanted to hug Huili, but she pushed him away in disgust.

"Don't give me that. Hurry up and wash up and eat."

"okay."

After dinner, Li Renyong quickly returned to the bedroom and came out with his backpack.

It contained something for Paula.

Huili came over with a lunch box in her hand: "Remember to let Paula have a piece of this."

Li Renyong took it, opened the lunch box and said, "Rice cake?"

After saying that, he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

The taste is quite good. Huili patted him and said, "It's prepared for Paula. What are you eating? Let's go quickly and be careful on the road."

……

Yonsei University girls' dormitory.

Paula, who has a normal schedule, got up as usual, with no nervous expression on her face at all.

I have taken the judicial examination three times. I have passed the first one and today is the second one.

Paula sat on the bed, clenched her hands into fists, and secretly cheered herself up.

Having passed this exam, I will go to the Examination Institute to study and prepare for the third judicial examination.

All her roommates knew that she had an exam today, and everyone said a few words of blessing.

Some people also asked if they wanted to have breakfast together or bring breakfast back.

Paula shook her head and refused directly.

Someone had failed an exam because of a stomach upset before.

There are many more examples like this.

In fact, not eating breakfast is not a bad thing. Some candidates will even perform rituals.

Before the scores come out, everything is metaphysics.

When the roommates left, the dormitory became quiet again.

Paula sat there for a while, then got up and got dressed.

She picked out a rather formal white-collar suit, with a white shirt and black matte leather shoes.

For a judicial examination like this one, it doesn't matter how formal you dress.

Especially for the third judicial examination, you should avoid casual wear and mixed styles.

To put it simply, it is necessary to combine professionalism and comfort, thus embodying "simplicity", "stability" and "appropriateness".

Fortunately, it is spring now and it is not too cold outside. If it were winter, I would really suffer.

I packed up the things I needed for the exam and left the dormitory with my bag.

The chill of the early morning covered the campus like a veil.

The cold wind blew in her face, and Paula couldn't help but shrink her neck and shiver.

It was still early, but the clouds in the east were already tinged with red.

Good weather is expected today.

The campus was quiet, with only the occasional chirping of birds.

Paula looked at her watch. It was already half past seven. Ayong should be at the school gate now.

She quickened her pace, and the friction between the soles of her shoes and the ground made a slight sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet morning.

Quite a few students had gathered at the school gate, standing in groups of three or four.

These are students going to the examination center, waiting for the bus here.

I can't usually afford a taxi, but today I have to take one.

Paula's eyes searched the crowd and suddenly stopped at a trash can not far away.

The corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, and she clutched her bag and trotted over.

Li Renyong shrank his neck and stood near the trash can, looking a little vulgar.

Deshan once said that if Yong was lost, she could find him as long as she found the trash can.

Paula didn't know why, but when she was in high school, she also found that Li Renyong liked to wait for people near the trash can.

"Ayong."

Li Renyong turned around, saw the person in front of him, and looked him up and down.

"Yes, you look a little like a prosecutor now."

"Wasn't I like that before?"

“Now it’s more like that.”

Li Renyong held Paula's hand, and the coolness from his palm made him frown slightly.

"Is not It Cold?"

Paula smiled and said, "It's okay, look, everyone is wearing it like this."

Li Renyong scanned the crowd and found that everyone was wearing similar clothes.

"This isn't your third interview, so there's no need to dress so formally. What if you catch a cold? Look what I prepared for you."

(End of this chapter)