Lee Jong-seok, who woke up early in the morning, was eating.

    "My son, aren''t you too tired these days?”

    "It''s all right."

    Lee Jong-seok rubbed his eyes while eating the soup at his mother''s words. Lee Jong-seok''s mother said.

    "Don''t strain yourself. I have to study..."

    "I''m going to do one more house today and stop drawing."

    I wouldn''t have said to study in the past, but now that I''ve seen my grades, I''m a little more greedy.

    Lee Jong-seok, who smiled at his mother, ate quickly and came out dressed.

    The jacket was stained with paint.

    "I should buy a jacket, too."

    As his mother grumbled at the sight, Lee Jong-seok looked at his clothes and nodded.

    "I wish I could. I''ll order it online."

    "Surely."

    Lee Jong-seok, who smiled smallly at his mother, whose mouth was sticking out as if he was upset by his clothes, left the house.

    On the stairs were Lee Jong-seok''s paint containers and funnies.

    Lee Jong-seok, who packed several colors of paint, came down the stairs. I looked down the stairs at the snack bar.

    The walls of the snack bar were painted with nice picture frames.

    The framed picture, which is the size of two palms combined, contained flowers, Taegeukgi, and human faces.

    Among those picture frames was a window at a snack bar. And around the window was a large framed picture.

    Other framed paintings would literally be mothers and guests working inside the window, if there were pictures inside.

    There is a real picture frame in the picture frame.

    Lee Jong-seok nodded while watching the painting of a snack bar for a while.

    ''I like it.’

    People who walk while looking at the paintings will also like it. Lee Jong-seok, who was looking at the painting with that thought, looked at the stationery store next to him.

    In the stationery section were painted the Urban Heroes, painted black and white.

    The heroes were lively, even though they were painted in only two colors. Especially, Tony''s combination with his steel armor was well illustrated.

    Lee Jong-seok, who was looking at the painting, moved his steps. In the eyes of Lee Jong-seok, who moved his steps, I could see paintings of houses he had painted so far.

    Some are from fairy tales, some from landscapes, some from stationery, with superheroes...

    For a week until today, Lee Jong-seok drew pictures with permission from nearby houses.

    There are some houses that give permission as cool as the owner of the stationery store, and others that refuse to do so.

    However, even the house that refused saw Lee Jong-seok''s painting and allowed it again out of curiosity, so all the houses near Lee Jong-seok''s house were painted now.

    ''I''ll have to look for volunteer work until today and tomorrow.’

    Since I did 30 hours in first grade and 15 hours in second grade summer vacation, I have to fill 15 hours in winter.

    I had to start volunteer work from now on because I didn''t know what would happen during the vacation.

    With that in mind, Lee Jong-seok arrived in front of the house where he was supposed to draw today.

    Looking at the wall of an ordinary two-story house, Lee Jong-seok began cleaning the wall with a mop.

    Sweep! Sweep!

    Lee Jong-seok, who lightly shook off the dust, stepped back.

    ''Hmm... she said she liked the princess.’

    Lee Jong-seok, who recalled his grandfather who asked him to draw such a picture because he liked the princess, looked at the wall and the gate.

    Make the gate look like it''s going into the palace. Snow White and Cinderella.’

    Lee Jong-seok, who planned things to draw while looking at the wall, mixed paint and Shinna to create the desired color.

    At first, he bought paint with his own money, but now he has enough money to buy the color he needs because adults who like the painting told him that it is the price of paint.

    Lee Jong-seok, who mixed the colors he wanted, soon began to draw with a brush.

    Sweep! Sweep!

    After two hours of painting and sketching on the wall, Lee Jong-seok now mixed colors to paint.

    "Jongseok."

    An uncle approached me while I was coloring.

    "Hello."

    When Lee Jong-seok, who is an old man who runs a bakery nearby, greeted, the man looked at the wall.

    "You''ve done a good job."

    "Yes."

    As I was smiling and coloring, the uncle said stealthily.

    "If you have time, could you paint at my house tomorrow, too? I''ll give you the price of paint and pocket money.”

    Lee Jong-seok shook his head while coloring the bakery''s words.

    "I have to go to volunteer work tomorrow."

    "Volunteer activities? Then can you draw me next time you have time?”

    "When time permits."

    "Yes, I see. Then I''ll be sure to come and ask you for a painting if you have time."

    "Yes."

    Lee Jong-seok was a little worried about the uncle turning around.

    I didn''t do it for money, but it was on my mind that I refused to do a favor from my usual bakery uncle.

    ''Let''s do it next time we have time.''

    Lee Jong-seok shook his head after thinking for a while. It was true that there was no time anyway.

    Sweep! Sweep!

    While painting, Lee Jong-seok moved from place to place and painted other paintings.

    You wait for the paint to dry and start drawing other pictures.

    According to Lee Jong-seok''s brush strokes, princesses and castles in fairy tales began to appear on the wall.

    Lee Jong-seok, who finished painting, rang the bell.

    "It''s Jong-seok. I''m done drawing. See if you like it."

    Then, when Lee Jong-seok was organizing the brush and paint, his grandfather and grandmother came out from inside.

    "Oh! Nice painting."

    "I know. And this door is very good. If I open the door, I feel like I''m going into a fairy tale world.”

    "I don''t know if this is something my granddaughter won''t come into the house.”

    "Why?"

    "It''s the door to the fairy tale outside, and it''s my house if you come inside.”

    "That''s true, too.”

    Lee Jong-seok smiled at the two elderly couples smiling and smiling as if they liked it.

    "I''m glad you like it.”

    "I didn''t know Jong-seok had this talent."

    When Lee Jong-seok, who laughed at his grandmother''s words, tried to take the paint bottle and asked his grandfather to wait for a while, he went inside and came out.

    Then he offered 50,000 won to Lee Jong-seok.

    "I give it because I thank you."

    "Thank you."

    Lee Jong-seok did not decline. To remind you of the fairy tale country, you used a lot of paint because you colored it a lot.

    "Yes, well done."

    Listening to his grandfather, Lee Jong-seok took the paint and returned home.

    Lee Jong-seok, who ate at home, called Taejin Police Station.

    "Hello, I''d like to do some volunteer work. Can I go by any chance?”

    There''s a student doing volunteer work.

    "Oh, thank you."

    As if Lee Jong-seok was disappointed, he boiled the phone and was lost in thought.

    ''It''s good to do volunteer work because the police station is close...''

    Lee Jong-seok, who was thinking for a while, called Kim Young-woo.

    "Me, do you volunteer?"

    I''m doing it. Why didn''t you find a place to volunteer?

    "I was going to do it because the police station was close, but there was someone who had already gone."

    That''s why you need my brother''s help.

    "Is there a seat?"

    I want to come to Taejin Dong office now.

    "Dong Office? What do you do there?"

    Do many things. Old people living alone in the neighborhood clean their homes. We deliver lunch boxes. And...

    Lee Jong-seok frowned at what Kim Young-woo said.

    "Hey, isn''t that exploitation of labor?"

    According to Kim Young-woo, not only does he help adults, but he also has to clean up the neighborhood.

    No matter how much volunteer work you do, you don''t get paid for it, but you think it''s an exploitation of labor.

    But it''s rewarding and great. What do you mean by volunteer work that only fills up time after being absent-minded?

    "It''s not usually what you''re going to say. What do you have?"

    There''s nothing there. Are you going to do it?

    "It takes hours to do it for hours."

    About five or six hours without the public? If I have a lot of work, I''ll do more, and if I write less

    Five or six hours a day, more than that.

    "How many days have you been doing?”

    cut the oil

    "Hey, aren''t you done with your volunteer work?"

    Yes, I''m done.

    "But why are you still doing volunteer work?"

    What''s the use of volunteering to fill the time? You have to do heartfelt service. I''m thinking of doing more. Tell me if you have any ideas.

    Lee Jong-seok frowned at Kim Young-woo''s words.

    Why does he say things that don''t fit his character?’

    Kim Young-woo''s words do not usually go well with Kim.

    Are you going to do it?

    "I''ll be there by two o''clock.”

    Okay. See you then.

    Lee Jong-seok, who boiled the phone, changed his clothes and came out.

    ''I''m sure he''s got something... what is it? Does he get paid?’

    Thinking that Kim Young-woo is not this kind of guy, Lee Jong-seok took a step toward Taejin''s office.