Big Life

“Hello, Writer Ha. Are you busy?”

- No, I'm done with the Joker series, and I'm free these days. Talk to me.

The voice of reconstruction was more lively than ever.

Tae-won wet his dry lips with the tip of his tongue. He opens his mouth cautiously, feeling uneasy.

“I wanted to talk to you about something next. ”

- Ah, the next one.

“I know this must be hard, but I thought it would be great if you could publish another piece with me. What do you think, Writer Ha? ”

- Well, that's...

On the other side of the radio, the voice of reconstruction fades.

Tong, Tae-won also lost his strength to stand. Reconstruction was joining him as he sat on the couch in front of the convenience store.

- I haven't even thought about the next one. I've been using it a lot lately.

“Actually, I do. You'll have health problems. ”

- Honestly, he's the editor. I'm writing another piece for the competition next month.

“A contest?”

- Yeah, it's a digital literature award hosted by the Ministry of Cultural Tourism. There's a long-form novel I've been writing since college, and I'm just going to take a look at it and throw it out.

I smiled bitterly at Tae-won's mouth.

“Ah, yes. Yes, I think it will be a good result because you're a good writer. ”

Tae-won suppressed his grief and gave him encouraging answers. It was because I knew how passionate reconstruction was about writing. So even though the sales volume has been low, I have been more open-minded and genuine than other writers.

“You're going to the writers' club this Saturday, right? ”

- Oh, yeah. I'm going to the writers' club, because I promised Somi I would.

“Yes, sir. Well, have a good weekend. ”

- Yes, sir. Thank you. I'll see you later.

After hanging up, Tae-won took out a cigarette and asked Gabby. And I soon realized I didn't have a lighter.

‘Maybe later. ’

I got up after putting the cigarette back in his mouth. I decided to postpone buying a lighter for a while. The cloudy summer sky was about to rain.

......

Boo!

“Ouch! Lika! Are you crazy?! ”

After finishing the shower, the reconstruction from the bathroom was frightened.

Lika was scratching her front foot with a t-shirt she had spread out on the bed to wear when she went out. There are already more than three holes left.

“What are you doing? Are you asking me not to go out today? Huh?"

The reconstruction grabbed Lika, who had made a mop on her t-shirt, and asked. Lika just turns her head away as if she did something wrong.

“Oh, this is bad. This was the best I could wear. ”

I haven't bought the right clothes in recent years I couldn't afford to pay attention to clothes because the writing in my career wasn't working properly.

In addition, I was also poor.

Sometimes I wanted to look cool, but I couldn't afford to buy a shirt at an affordable mall.

“I don't think so, Lika. Let's get your claws trimmed tomorrow. First watch and learn, then I'll cut for you myself. ”

“Meow.”

The reconstruction finds a blue shirt at the far end of the drawer that has an old smelly drawer.

I wanted the color of my shoulders and back because it was old. The reconstruction grabbed the shirt and shoved its head in because it was something worth wearing.

“Thank you, Lika. For making me spend money. I'll be back as soon as I can. Have fun. ”

“Meow, meow. ”

Reconstruction left the house in a hurry.

Although it was a remote area in Seoul, it was quite a walk to the subway station. My back was sweating because the sun was hot.

Reaching the subway station, the reconstruction enters a department store connected to a single building. A cool air conditioning breeze made my body feel good to cool down.

‘Let's get a little hairy overall. ’

Looking down at his outfit, I thought of rebuilding.

I was only going to buy a top in the first place But now everything from jeans to shoes is old. When I turned around, I wore clothes for a long time. His time as a monogamous man was never short.

The reconstruction circles around and finds a store that suits its taste and moves on. It was a brand that I usually couldn't even look at because of the price.

The waitress smiled and greeted him.

“Welcome. Are you looking for something? ”

“I'll find it myself. ”

Reconstruction picked a blue PKshirt and a beige slax to wear on the counter.

When I took the barcode, the price of the two clothes on the screen was over ₩ 400,000.

“Good work.”

“Yes, thank you. Come again."

Reconstruction went to the shoe store, even bought a summer loafer, and then went into the bathroom. And I went from the furthest inside toilet compartment to a new outfit.

‘I have to shave my head right away. ’

I put on my new clothes from head to toe, and this time, I stepped on my dirty head. We were running out of time, so we decided to postpone going to the salon until tomorrow.

I put the reconstruction jeans in my bag, put my shirt and shoes in the trash, and left the department store.

When I looked at the clock, I had only 30 minutes left until the appointment time of 4: 00.

The subway seemed to be late, so the reconstruction almost never took place in a taxi.

“Welcome. ”

“Good work. Nam Dong from Honor School. ”

In the back seat of the taxi that started running, the reconstruction took out the manuscript of the novel.

The manuscript printed on the printer was over 80 copies.

The earliest was titled, "Boys of the '90s." A total of 120,000 characters was perfect for a book length novel.

Would you be satisfied with this? ’

It was a full-length novel that began in college.

The main setting is the '90s, when the main character and his friends were in middle school.

It was a drama and growth novel depicting the friendship, betrayal, and cruel but hopeful reality of friends crossing points into the present and past since they were in their 30s.

Reconstruction showed this manuscript to Professor Han Hye-sun a long time ago and received severe ratings. The professor said that there was no question about the story and that it didn't matter if it was fiction or essentials.

- Why don't you reconstruct to see which specifications you want to write first? This looks like a journal I just care about a little bit more than anyone else. I can't call it a novel. It's just your personal story soaked in self-pity. Who would pay for a mix of letters so cheap? Feel free to bring any Weeds you like. But I don't want you to waste my time on this stupid paper again. I believe there is such a situation.

Reconstruction at the time was not awkward, but it was very shocking.

It was completed after the effort of the memorandum in its own way.

However, the revered professor did not encourage even one word of encouragement after maintaining a cold attitude.

The reconstruction drank as much as it could and threw the manuscript into the drawer.

A long-forgotten reconstruction recently brought the manuscript back to life after gaining the talents of Seo Gun Woo. And I was able to finish the crystal, just as I had smashed the whole thing.

‘Maybe it just feels good for me again. Fantasy and general novels are different. If you say something again, we'll have to fix it again. ’

Reconstruction was deeply acknowledged by Professor Han Hye-sun. In her judgment, more than seven were acceptable.

As time approached to present the manuscript, the reconstruction had no way to ease the tension.

‘I want to get injured...! ’

An award-winning book was published in a bookstore surrounded by a band called "Literature Prize Winner."

This was the desperate wind of reconstruction. I thought it was the only way to be recognized by my father.

I can't get my father's approval just by making money.

As a writer, you should earn an award for literature and accordingly.

My so-called "old man," who still thought that only paper books that were commonly found in bookstores were books. Genre novels such as Fantasy or Noise were noticed that they were not even treated as books. He didn't say anything in particular, but his son's reconstruction seemed to be.

“Can I drop you off here? ”

While I was thinking about it, a taxi arrived at my destination soon.

Reconstruction wakes from thought and takes out the wallet.

“Yes, thank you. Here you go."

Reconstruction knocked on the door in front of professor's private laboratory, room 403.

I heard a woman's voice, "Come in," and the rebuilding opened the door.

“Good morning, Professor. ”

“Reconstruction. Welcome. ”

Hye-won, a professor in her late 50s, stood up with a smile on his face.

On the desk was a huge pile of documents like mountains.

He said, "I think you're looking at a contest. ”

“Yes, it's hard because there are so many entries. I've searched about 30 sections now, but I haven't found anything yet. You want some coffee?”

“I'll take it. ”

I poured two cups of coffee without asking for reconstruction. I knew the taste of coffee from the comet. He put a spoonful of sugar only on his own, and then gave a slightly burnt black coffee to the hyacinth.

“Thank you. Your coffee is the best. ”

“It's just coffee. Happy Birthday.”

“There you go, kid. What good is it to grow old again? More importantly, did you bring the manuscript? ”

Hyejeon, who hated the greeting, came to the point first.

The reconstruction nods greedily and politely extends a pile of manuscripts out of the bag.

“Is this article good enough to not waste my precious time this time? ”

Reconstruction did not respond immediately. After raising his red bitten eyes and thinking of all the nights he had spent, he replied with a discreet tone.

“Yes, I am confident this time. ”

A faint smile appeared on the mouth of the comet.

Regardless of age, the two eyes of the living comet were still looking into the mind of reconstruction.

Reconstruction did not lose its cool posture, but Orloth accepted her gaze.

“Yes, I understand. ”

Hyerin grabbed a cup of coffee and put the cup on the table.

“I told you I can't have dinner with you tonight because I have a job. ”

“I'm sorry. I'll see you next time alone. ”

“Go now. I'll read the manuscript and get back to you. ”

“I'll just finish this coffee. ”

Soon, the reconstruction after drinking all the coffee left the lab.

The remainder of Hyeryun alone began to read the reconstruction manuscript, putting aside the other manuscripts under review. As one or two pages passed, her face grew brighter and brighter.

Within two hours, Hyejeon read the manuscript.

Seeing a line of text written on the tip of the novel, Hye Seon burst into laughter.

- I plan to participate in the Digital Literature Award. Once we've won the prize and won the prize, we'll arrange for a fresh present and come back for you.

“Anyway, the wrong guy. ”

A knock on the door rings.

At the words of the comet, the door was opened and seven to eight men and women entered in a row.

Everyone was a disciple of Hye Seon and a motivator of reconstruction. Su-hee was among them.

“Good morning, Professor. You look younger than last year. ”

“This time, I read your comments about plagiarism in the monthly shortwave. He's a professor, he's a hillbilly and he's ruthless. ”

The disciples argued in front of him and said a lot of nice things to listen to.

There were even disciples who were exaggerating and blinking.

Only Su Hee was smiling one step away from the crowd.

“Professor, I was going to bring the reconstruction, but I've got a situation today. ”

Su-hee said, taking a moment to say goodbye. The comet nods with a smile.

“I know. I called ahead and went back and forth. ”

“You were... here?" Why? "

“He wants me to look at his novel. ”

Hyeryun looks up at the pile of manuscripts in her hand.

Seeing the title '90s Boy’ and the name ‘Hazagan’, Su Hee opened her eyes wide.

“What the hell, that guy's got real bad manners. ”

Another disciple behind his back interrupted, smirking.

Just as I waited, the other disciples next to me were also spoken to one by one.

“Yes, I can't believe you didn't attend your birthday dinner and came to see your writing again. Are you crazy or are you out of your mind? ”

“He's a funny guy. Professor, you don't have to read that kind of stuff. ”

The last disciple couldn't say, "Please read me the words I brought, not the words of reconstruction."

The disciples gathered here today were still writing, except Su Hee.

They were busy at work but did not let go of the writer's dream.

The purpose and motivation that came was not only to celebrate the professor's birth.

“Have you read it?”

Su-hee asked.

Hyeryun showed the words at the end of the manuscript with less reconstruction. Su-hee, who saw it, smiled.

“How was it? Do you think reconstruction is possible in digital literature? ”

Some of the disciples were surprised by the words "digital literature award."

They also brought manuscripts to attend digital literature awards. Since Hyejun was one of the judges, making a clear impression was also the main objective that came today.

“Hmm, maybe? ”

The comet ends its conversation and puts the manuscript of reconstruction in its bag.

One of the girls who was going to participate in the digital literature award asked nervously after rolling her eyes.

“Y-you mean to say that reconstruction is so good? What does it say? Does it include sentences or descriptions? ”

“No comment, we'll see what happens. Why are you so curious? Aha, you guys are trying to participate in digital literature, aren't you? ”

She lowered her gaze with a red face.

He stood up and spoke to his disciples.

“Don't expect me to become a judge personally. You all know my personality, right? Myung-hoon came to me a few days ago with a manuscript, and then he got really mad at me. You're the judge. I was a little upset to ask you to take care of me. ”

“Myeong-hoon… is participating? ”

His disciples' faces are now infinitely darkened.

Reconstruction and participation in digital literature awards.

Among the motivators, they write well enough to stick to their fingers.

“Oh, look at me. I heard you reserved a restaurant. Let's go before it's too late. I'm hungry.”

“Yes, Professor. Go ahead.”

Su-hee and Hye-sun left the lab first.

The exhausted disciples were following behind him.

......

“That writer is Myeong-hoon. ”

“Oh, you're the writer of her sweet room, aren't you? ”

“Yes, it's the one that's being dramatized. ”

Across the table, a few writers stared at Myeonghun.

Myeonghun, who dresses himself up with expensive brand clothing, was surrounded by writers and sharing his discourse. The writers surrounding him were mostly romantic women.

“If I use romance, will I attract the attention of female writers? ”

“Hahaha, don't say that. I'm depressed.”

It used to be a high-end gourmet restaurant in Old Tomaingol.

Starbooks rented the whole place today. With no other guests at all, more than 50 writers from Starbooks were sitting around the spacious dining room.

“Apparently, I have a lot of money at home. ”

“I know. My stomach hurts to look at it. ”

It was just then.

The entrance was opened and a young man entered the restaurant.

The writers looked at him. I had never seen him before.

“Who are you? Are you a writer? ”

“Are you new to Starbooks? ”

Somi, who was clearing the end of the table, stood up and turned around. A bright smile spread over her face as she saw the young man in front of her.