Big Life

Bloop-oop! Bloop-oop!

The phone buried under the pillow trembled violently.

Reconstruction while he was sleeping suddenly opened his eyes. It was because I was nervous that it might be an editor's phone call.

But it wasn't the editor's phone.

It was a phone call from Park Jung-jin, a university comrade and best friend.

Reconstruction answered the phone at the same time as breaking the yawn.

“Let's see.... ”

What's with the pronunciation?

“I'm up now. It's closed.”

- Oh, it's a no-no, right?

“Uh, I passed two in the morning. I've had enough.”

- Good, got it. Come back at 7: 30. Remember the hippo in the new village?

Reconstruction opened my eyes to Jinjin's words.

“What are you talking about? A hippocampus at 7: 30? ”

- I forgot about him again. It's a reunion today.

“Ah……. ”

A cry came from the mouth of the reconstruction. I forgot all about it. Today was the day when he graduated from Taeso University and had a reunion with his comrades.

“What time is it? ”

There's no clock in the room? Eek, hey, I have to go to a meeting. I'll see you later.

Knuckles!

The phone is disconnected. Reconstruction takes a step back and goes to the bathroom. It seemed like it would be too late if we didn't hurry as sincerely said.

Shoot him.

"Ow! It's cold! ’

The cold water pouring out of the shower struck the entire body of the reconstruction.

It was still June, so it was hard to wash with cold water. But there's no choice but to save gas costs. The reconstruction ran like a crucian carp, washing his head and finishing the shower.

Reconstruction left the house dressed in some of the cleanest clothes I had.

I checked the time with my phone on the way to the stop. 15 minutes by bus to the station. 40 minutes back on the subway. I was relaxed.

‘This place is still here. ’

The reconstruction arrived in front of the tavern hippocampus, and I looked up at the sign with wet eyes.

It was a tavern that has been used by like-minded comrades since college. I liked the boss' greed more than anything, because it was cheap and tasty.

Tuck!

Suddenly, someone slaps you on the shoulder behind your back.

A startled reconstruction turns to you, and you stand with a smile on your face.

“Oh, my God. Hey, I have a weak heart lately. ”

“Why are you bruising here if you're not going in? ”

“It's just, you know, it reminds me of the old days. I don't know how many years I've been here. ”

“So am I. Seems like the last time we were together was right before you enlisted. Let's go inside.”

The reconstruction went into the tavern hippocampus with a genuine move.

The innermost part of the tavern was a large seat that could accommodate more than 20 people.

The motive for attending today was 18, including reconstruction and resignation. Most of them had already arrived and were talking to each other.

“Long time no see! ”

“Jung-jin Park, Haejeon. You guys did it in college, and you're still here today. Are you two together?”

The comrades smiled and greeted each other.

Reconstruction and sincerity also settled down.

“How are you guys? Hey, Hyo-jin, you look exactly the same. ”

“What, don't tease me. I've got so many wrinkles lately, I'm trying to think about it. ”

“I'm kidding. I don't want to be over thirty. Don't put a knife to a pretty face. ”

“Reconstruction is still a beautiful thing to say. Come next to your sister. I'll take good care of you today. ”

Hyo-jin motioned to come, pounding on the couch next to him. I pushed the reconstruction aside with a ridiculous face and interrupted it.

“Hey, take care of this poor planner's soul, not just of Harebuilding. I spent a week nosebleeding and drenching today's Dungeon Plan. ”

“Oh, did you? We're serious. Come here. Have a drink with your sister. ”

“Hehehe, thank you. Sister, I will take you to the end of the day. ”

The reconstruction moved to Hyojin's side with the cup.

Her sister, who was sitting across from her, said with her eyes wide open.

“Hey, you guys have been saying a lot since you started. And then you really hit me in the eye, didn't you? Reconstruction, isn't it a bit rude for you to see? ”

“Well, that sounds like it. ”

Reconstruction received the words of Mina who pretended to be serious.

Jinjin and Hyojin, sitting next to each other, immediately looked at each other with their faces bent. A smile burst from his mouth.

A blanket.

The sound of his shoes pounding on the floor rang.

Everyone raises their heads and looks at the noisy entrance.

A man dressed in a neat gray suit smiles with confidence and waves his hands. It was one of his motivators, Myeong-hoon Oh.

“Hey, Myung-hoon Oh! Welcome! It's been a long time! ”

My comrades fought in front of me, waving their hands and getting disciplined.

It was a much more violent reaction than when the reconstruction and advancement came. Especially the cheers of women.

“I heard you succeeded. You must be real. He's a real charmer in a suit. ”

“Hahaha, don't float it. Success is just the beginning. ”

Myung Hun sat down, graciously receiving a horse. It was right across the street from reconstruction. Myung Hun shakes his hand as he reaches for reconstruction.

“Long time no see, rebuild. ”

“Uh, uh. Yes.”

The reconstruction pulls out an awkward smile and shakes his hand. I wanted to act naturally, but I didn't feel well.

Graduating from the Creative Arts Department does not mean that everyone lives as a writer. On the contrary.

The vast majority of people who have a job as writers find it difficult to make a living. Therefore, it is also not necessary to choose a profession that is not at all relevant to your specialty.

It was better to join the game company planning team and work on scenarios and quests as seriously as possible.

Even after the reconstruction graduated, the writer was counted on his fingers. Especially in the same class as today. One is reconstructing, and the other is now reconstructing and shaking hands.

That was making reconstruction uncomfortable today.

Myeong-hoon has recently exploded with three works of romance in a row.

One of them won an award from a contest hosted by the Content Promotion Agency. The drama was also being discussed, and it was quite an excitement.

Thanks to this, Myeonghun was gaining notoriety among writers. Practical revenues have long surpassed a billion units.

“How's it going? What are you doing?”

Myung Hun takes a handshake and asks.

The rebuilding was dull, because I felt like I was asking, knowing I was writing and living. Jinjin, my best friend, read the mind of rebuilding and said instead.

“What are you doing, man? Writer writes. ”

“Oh, really? Are you still using it? ”

Myung Hun gave a strange accent to ‘still’ and asked. Reconstruction raised the bottle in response to a meaningless smile.

“Yes, I'm still using it. Have a drink. You want a soju? ”

“Oh, thank you. ”

“I heard the news. I heard it's been going really well. Congratulations."

“It's nothing to celebrate. Just enough to make a drama. ”

The hand of the reconstruction holding the bottle trembles a little. Reconstruction quickly followed the liquor and picked up the next bottle so that the tremors wouldn't be noticed.

“What do you write about reconstruction? ”

“Me? Well, I'm writing a non-narrative novel that you just signed up for. ”

This time, the reconstruction received a drink from Myeonghun. The two drank a toast and each took a cup from his mouth.

“Ah, unstable novels. But is that money? One million won per book? ”