Big Life

“Here's another drink, Writer. You should go get a beer. ”

The parking lot in front of the restaurant after the writers' meeting.

About three miles back, dozens of writers were thinking of a second place, in groups of like-minded people. Reconstruction remained surrounded by a group of writers.

“Yes? Ha, it's just past 9: 00. There's a beer house right across the street. Have a drink and go. ”

“Okay, let's have a drink with the boys. ”

Several female writers from the foothills intervened.

“Are you sexist? You're just gonna leave the girls alone? We like to drink beer, so count us in. ”

“By the way, do beautiful female writers want to go to the second place? Of course I'll let you in. I'll take care of it. ”

It was a great atmosphere. However, the reconstruction remained silent with a vague smile on its mouth.

“Ha Writer, will you go? What?”

The writers asked with anticipated gaze. They had already taken quite a liking to the reconstruction they had first met.

It wasn't because he was a well-selling writer. That was the only thing that kept me interested. Writers were opposed to being human beings called reconstruction.

He boasted about listening to others without letting go, but he communicated passionately with his eyes when talking about writing. A solemn and thoughtful attitude of reconstruction was enough to impress many writers.

“I'm so sorry, but I drank enough. ”

Reconstruction shakes its head and answers embarrassingly. To the writers sighing in disappointment, he quickly adds.

“I have some housework to take care of. Now that I've shared my contact information with you, I'll see you all next time. I'm going to go back today. ”

The reason why the reconstruction didn't want to drink any more was because of the writing.

I drank alcohol today anyway, so I don't write much when I go home.

But there is tomorrow. If I wanted to recover my mood so that I could start writing normally tomorrow, I would have stopped drinking by now.

“If you insist. Unfortunately, I won't be holding any more today. But I'll see you next time. Do it.”

“Yes, write as well. Have a good time and go in carefully. ”

The reconstruction handshakes hands with the writers and leaves the group.

I saw Tae-won and So-mi standing next to each other. I noticed that I was waiting. Both of them were smiling at the reconstruction. Reconstruction welcomed Tae-won, whom he had not seen all the way through the writers' meeting.

“You're going in now? ”

“Yes, I have to start writing tomorrow. What about you and Somi? ”

Tae-won checked the time with his watch and replied.

“We're done here, so we should get going. Hah, let me take you home. ”

“No, thank you. It's easy to get on the subway. I want to wake up and walk slowly. ”

“Okay. I hope you write well. Be sure to contact me later. I'll be waiting.”

“Of course, I'll be in touch. ”

Tae Won and the reconstruction held hands and shook hands.

I smiled at Somi's mouth as a newcomer. I could feel the unique and warm air flow between them. I had a feeling that the two of them would meet for a long time.

“How are you going to get there? ”

“I take the subway. ”

“Then come with me. ”

After sending Tae-won, the reconstruction and Somi walked side-by-side towards the subway station.

The wind was pretty cool because it was night. The noisy summer night city was rebuilt and Somi relaxed on foot.

“Thank you for earlier. ”

Suddenly, Somi speaks out.

Reconstruction soon realized the meaning and smiled brightly.

“I've been thinking a lot about what you're doing. I also reminded myself that I'm an editor. ”

After finishing speaking, Somi's lips curled up.

I smiled at the reconstruction because the face that makes me blush because of the liquor.

“Why are you smiling? ”

“No, nothing. ”

“Don't lie to me. I wonder why you smiled. ”

Somi stood in front of the reconstruction and asked as if she was rushing back and forth. It was an act I would not have been able to do in front of the reconstruction. She drank joyfully, but soon returned to last year's college girl, not an editor.

“And then I fell. ”

“So tell me quickly. Why did you smile... Ah. ”

Somi stumbles across the news block.

The reconstruction sprints quickly and grabs her arms. Somi's peeled sneakers were bouncing off the ground.

“Stand on the antenna for a second. ”

“Oh, it's okay, Writer! I'll go get it! ”

Somi clatters and shouts.

Meanwhile, the reconstruction was already coming back with sneakers.

“Here.”

“Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry."

Somi repeatedly apologized and stuck her foot in the sneakers.

Maybe it's the drinking.

Or is it because of the glorious reflection of the night light?

Suddenly, I thought Somi's legs were pretty.

Somi was still wearing white socks in her jeans today. Like-like cat embroidery was the same. It seemed to be inheriting the clothing from college as well as becoming a society.

“Where does Somi live? ”

The rebuilding began as I began to move the steps that had stopped.

Somi, who had a red face, replied immediately in a small accident a moment ago.

“Oh, yes. I'm Noryangjin.”

“We can go to the Sindorim together. ”

“A taxi would be nice. ”

“I like the subway. Because when you look at people like that, it all makes sense. The subway is overflowing with all kinds of materials that you can't find in the back of a taxi. ”

“You're a writer. ”

“I wouldn't be the only one. ”

There was no room to sit on the subway, but it was relatively quiet. The rebuild stands side by side with the handle next to the old pebble.

“Have you always lived in Noryangjin? ”

“No, that house is the East Sea. ”

“You were born where the sea is visible. I envy you. Where are you in the East Sea? There's a lot of ocean in the sea, right? ”

“It's the East Sea. It's named after the East Sea. It's below Gangneung and above Three Chucks. ”

“Aha, yes. ”

In the rattling subway, the two of them had a small conversation over and over. I shared my daily life as a person, not as an editor and writer. Every time a funny talk came out, Somi covered her mouth and burst into laughter.

When they arrived at Sindorim Station, they got off the subway.

Now was the point of separation. The two of them stood with their backs to the platform they had to go on.

“Go home safely. ”

“Okay, you take care, too. ”

The rebuilding turns away first.

Somi was still standing there looking at the back of the smaller reconstruction. After that, I opened my mouth with a late thought.

“Harebuilding writer! ”

The reconstruction that silenced the voice in the crowd turned around.

Somi puts her hands together and shouts out loud, thanks to the energy of alcohol.

“Touch it! You'll pop it up in a row! ”

Reconstruction became a blank face. However, I smiled and raised my hand. Somi waves her hand with a bright smile, then turns and blends in with the crowd.

‘I was going to take a day off as an excuse to drink, but this won't do. ’

After receiving Somi's support, the plan changed.

The reconstruction immediately entered the convenience store in the station and bought a hangover relief drink. He hurried toward his studio.

......

“Young master, dinner is ready. ”

“I don't think so. I'll take care of it. Leave it. ”

The housekeeper lowered his head deeply and retreated.

Myung Hun's eyes were staring directly at the monitor screen. He was checking his personal library throughout the day for novels to attend at the Digital Literature Awards.

‘That's enough. This is fun. This is fun. It's the best novel I've ever written. ’

Myeonghun was speaking to himself over and over again as if he were consoling himself. Actually, he was nervous. The feeling that he was lacking somewhere was not going to end.

The title of the novel was "Seoul Loneliness," a story of a young lawyer who was born rich and honored as a man and an orphan who drew the love of a woman who worked in a factory.

Myeonghun wrote the nickname ‘Ahn Sung-woo’ instead of his real name.

It was not because I expected a fair execution from the judges. It was lack of confidence. I was not sure if I would be suspicious, so I couldn't bear to risk my real name to participate.

“Myung-hoon, what are you doing without dinner? ”

“Oh, brother. ”

Myeong-hoon gladly turns his chair around.

Myeong-seok, a relative over the age of 9, was entering through an open door.

He was the only person in the family who could enter the library of Myeonghun without permission.

“The whole family's here. We should have dinner together. ”

“Dinner's over, bro. Have you read all about Seoul's solitude? ”

“Yes, son. I read it.”

“How was it? Was it okay this time? ”

Myung Hun asked with full expectations.

Myung Seok was the editor of my father's publishing house. It was a position I wanted because I still needed a class. I had been writing for a long time, and I also had the power to enter the youth literature.

Myeong-seok answered without hesitation.

“Honestly, the characters are too flat. All I could see was the lead lawyer bragging about him. I mean, is it a sense of census or am I supposed to meet a woman in a factory like yours who insists on being thankful? ”

Myeonghun's face is covered in shade.

I thought I was being objective, but I didn't think I would hear this assessment.

The sharp look of brilliance continued.

“There's no depth. The biggest disadvantage of your novel is the feeling of licking and drying the surface of watermelon. The female protagonist is ambiguous. Isn't the episode obsessed with stealing food right from the factory these days? Have you ever done a story on the people who work in the factory? Have you looked at how they work, when they rest, and how they commute? ”

“No…… that's it, I searched the internet. I don't think it's a big deal. Do we have to go to a real factory and meet people and report it? I'll be busy if I don't. ”

“That's the problem with your writing, Myung-hoon. ”

A heavy sigh came from the mouth of Myeong-seok.

He had no habit of going beyond a certain standard of experience. It's annoying and hard. I had still forgotten one of my most important virtues as a writer.

Myung Hun stood up and begged me, grabbing both shoulders of Myung Hun.

“Bro, we're done planning the whole house, right? If you've got the time, help me out. ”

“When did I not help you? But increasingly, you, this isn't helping, it's all I'm doing is retiring. What's this for? What, you trying to run for a contest? ”

“That's a secret. I'll tell you everything later, okay? Help me with something I don't know. The completeness of the work is also an important novel. Huh? Please. ”

“Myung-hoon... ”

Myeong-seok wrapped around his forehead and blurred the end of the horse.

His brother's request was his conscience as an editor and writer.

When I got older and grew older, I wanted to do my own writing, but I still had to ask for it, so I was uncomfortable.

“This is really the last time. ”

Myeong-seok raised his finger and nailed it.

Myeong-hoon smiled and pretended to be a thumb.

“I will not forget this grace. ”

“Shut up, asshole. Come down for some food. ”

“Never tell your father. ”

“If you don't come down here right now, I might tell you. ”

Myung Hun immediately stood up and followed behind Myung Hun. Now all the worries are gone. Just go through your brother's insemination and you'll be a wonderful novel again.