Big Life

The reconstruction opened its eyes and mouth.

The moment he touched the cat, he felt the incomprehensible energy pierced into his body on his arm.

“Ugh... What? Is it because you drank a lot? ”

Suddenly, my head started twitching. Reconstruction groans, wrapped around the head with one hand. The cat was quietly waiting by the reconstruction.

“Ugh, I think I drank too much. You should get some rest. You should go to my place first. But if you want to lift the box, you have to lift it with both hands... ”

At the words of the reconstruction, the cat leaps over the box. Seeing that cute look, the reconstruction immediately forgot the headache and laughed. With the box in both hands, the cat is silent on top of it.

“Your name is Lika, right? ”

“Meow.”

“I only have milk for you at home. What do we do?”

“Meow.”

“I'll find your master somehow when you wake up tomorrow. I'm a writer with nothing to do anyway. ”

“Meow. Meow. ”

That night.

Reconstruction had a dream.

An old man in his 60s smiled deeply. He approaches the reconstruction and speaks boldly.

- Write what you want. You just have to be able to distinguish between what you want to write and what you don't care about the reader.

- Don't forget when you first decided to write. You should always know why you made that decision.

“Ugh... ”

Reconstruction wakes up with a rub on his drunken head.

“Meow.”

Lika, the cat that was guarding the rebuilding all night, comes crying. The reconstruction raises itself up by touching Lika, who rubs her face against her cheeks.

“Good morning, Lika. We should take a walk around the neighborhood first. And you play with toys and I start working……. ”

Reconstruction stops speaking and shuts up on the way.

He stares at Lika with a sleepy face. Both eyes were shaking violently.

“Lee, Lika. I knew you from the beginning...? ”

“Meow.”

Reconstruction was chaotic. The daily life with Rica was clearly being drawn in my mind. It's the first cat I saw yesterday. What the hell is going on?

“Huh? Huh? What about this? ”

The new memories were not just about Lika.

Reconstruction trembled, looking at the complicated memories running through my head one by one. Convenience of memory was irregular and not detailed.

I was touching the scenery outside the window where I was walking with my cat, writing somewhere, and the image of a angry, crying young woman.

Soon, memory drew a picture in the brain of reconstruction. Reconstruction of seeing the person in the photo reminded me of a dream I had last night.

"Tsk, Grandpa in the dream! ’

I had even forgotten the fact that I had a dream right after I woke up.

He was the old man who came to me in a dream and advised me to rebuild. The memory of the old man came into the head of the rebuilding.

Soon, the reconstruction ran out of the studio in pairs. I had to check something right away. Lika quickly follows behind the reconstruction in a huff and puff.

When the rebuilding took place, it was the tomb of Yasan.

He breathes a heavy breath and looks into the memorial stone he built last night. And immediately froze.

- Seo Gun-woo (1952-2012)

“Oh my...! ”

Reconstruction slammed its teeth upward and downward. It was the name of the old man who had been digging in his memory.

How did this happen?

A part of someone else's memory that's been dead for a long time. Reconstruction pinches its cheek. I was clearly feeling pain. It was never a dream.

“Huh? Yi, this? ”

Another new memory was added to the head of the reconstruction. It was a citizen's license in Seo Gun Woo.

“Jongno-gu, Seoul... PyeongChang-dong...? ”

Reconstruction was done with the mouth of the resident registration address.

PyeongChang-dong is the same Seoul and not too far from here. The subway was within 4-50 minutes.

‘Maybe I should go. ’

Once he returned home, he quickly washed himself. And in a big backpack I picked up a laptop yesterday, a fountain pen, a mug and horn rims. Finally, Rica, the cat, hugged her.

“Come here, too. This is probably your house. ”

“Meow.”

Reconstruction took her to the subway. I wanted to take a taxi because my cat was concerned, but I had to use public transportation as a financial problem.

“Oh, what the hell. Get the cat on the subway. ”

“I'm allergic, too, really. ”

“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll be right down.”

After repeatedly apologizing to passengers displaying offense, it became a station to get off quickly. Reconstruction quickly got off the subway with Lika in its arms.

‘Let's see, the number... ’

The closer you get to the address, the more villas you'll see. The reconstruction soon stood in the middle of a narrow alley surrounded by villas everywhere.

“Meow.”

Suddenly, Lika lands on the ground and leads the way. Reconstruction made its way through a crooked alleyway along Rika.

Soon, she stops in front of a shabby villa.

The reconstruction saw the sign of the address next to the entrance to the villa. It was the same address as in Seo Gun Woo's National ID card in memory.

“I knew it was your house. I remember Yongle. Let's go inside. ”

The reconstruction entered the villa and rang the doorbell of 201. A long time later, the voice of the man returns through the intercom.

“Who are you?”

“Oh, yes. Excuse me, do you know Seo Gun Woo? ”

“…… What's going on? ”

The man's voice becomes heavy in an instant. Reconstruction straightened his throat with a clear-headed cough and quickly responded.

“Actually, there's a grave near where I live. There were laptops and stuff. I had a cat, but I was wondering if it belonged to this house. ”

“How did you find this place? ”

“There was a piece of paper in the box with an address on it. Well, I think it was a delivery sticker. ”

Reconstruction lied. Suddenly, the memory of Seo Gun Woo came into my mind, and I couldn't bring out the crazy sound of coming after it.

“There was an address? It can't be... Anyway, we don't need all of them, so go back. ”

The man was finally talking on the phone without opening the door. Reconstruction was captivated by a strange feeling. From what I can tell, it was clear this man had left it in his grave.

“Hey, what's going on with you and Mr. Seo Gun Woo? ”

Reconstruction asked about the Interphone. I needed information. An old man named Seo Gun Woo came into my head without warning. What could he possibly be? I definitely wanted to find out.

Hiccup!

Suddenly, the door opened with a bang.

He took a step back in surprise and showed himself in front of the reconstruction. Starting in the morning, my face was flushed and my mouth smelled of alcohol.

“What do you know about my father? ”

“Oh, my father? ”