Big Life

13 - Popular in real time (3)

The first sign of the life ended in the Holy Grail.

It was not as a rebuilding, but as a blessing of the light, but I was happy to rebuild anyway. No matter what book you came to sign, everyone was your precious reader.

“Hah, you've done a great job. ”

The happy heart was the same with Seogyeong the representative.

Only 1,500 copies were sold at the site during the signing session.

About 300 parts of them were called "gale fury." It was a satisfactory result for the Bible. It was a synergistic effect led by the readers of Moongcheon Oil writers and Harebuilding writers overlapping.

“Thank you so much for your help. I've had a lot of excuses. ”

Seogyeong did not forget to thank his helpers.

Without Su-hee, So-mi, and Jin-seong, today's signing ceremony would have been a mess. It was because the low power of reconstruction as a genre novelist was not included in the calculation.

“Hah, I'll see you on the radio. We'll get back to you as soon as we have the script. ”

“Yes, well done. ”

After sending Seokyung, I reconstruct to the cafe in the bookstore the group had been waiting for.

Jinjin was having a conversation with Somi about her company, and Su-hee was reading a quietly equipped magazine.

“Let's all go to dinner. Somi too.”

Reconstruction said over his coat. I had a big help from everyone. I couldn't send him back without serving him dinner.

“I'm sorry, Writer Ha. I have to go. ”

Somi stands up slowly and says in an apologetic tone.

“My family's coming home today. I was waiting to say hello and go back. ”

“Oh, really? I can't help it if they're here, but dinner will be ready soon.... ”

The two eyes of the blurry reconstruction of the horse stand filled with grief.

Somi carries her bag on her shoulders.

“I'm having dinner with my family. I'll get it the next time I get a chance. ”

“Very well. I'll buy it for you next time, then. Oh, right. Kang Min-ho and Yangscope love the cover. ”

Somi shakes her head and smiles shyly.

The cover of the two works of Raftbooks' 'The Magic Coming' and ‘Slater’ were none other than hers.

The total compensation is 500,000 won.

As the youngest member of the publishing industry, famous for his meatballs, he was breathtaking. Somi was thankful that it was all thanks to the reconstruction of her painting.

“Mr. Kwon keeps saying that. When I was in Starbooks with Somi, I didn't know it was this good. ”

“Thank you for not saying anything. ”

“If you have another job, I'll contact you. From Jin's point of view, I think there's something vague about mentioning the covers to Somi in Starbooks first. ”

“I'm sorry, and thank you. ”

After answering, Somi examined Su-hee's face.

She immediately bows and says goodbye, thinking that time had stalled because of her.

“Enjoy your dinner, then. I'll go first. ”

“Yes, Mr. Somi. Be careful.”

Somi turned and took a step, wondering what to eat for dinner.

He lied about his family coming up.

I lied because I was too burdened to eat with cold Soo-hee somewhere.

“Let's go, too. What should I eat?”

After sending Somi, the reconstruction asked Jinjin and Su-hee about their intentions.

“How about some clams? ”

“Great. You used to eat it in school. ”

“I'm fine, too. ”

The three of them simply made a decision and went to the restaurant to go to the bookstore. The whole time, reconstruction was trying to figure out how to refuse if Jinjin recommended alcohol. I can't go to my father's hospital smelling like booze.

* * *

“How's that? Good? ”

“Yes, Minho. This is a really good ID. It's warm.”

The microscope looked down at my gloved hands and replied.

It was cheaper work cotton gloves. You cut off the tip of each sentence and slightly protruded the tips of ten fingers.

“Where did you learn to do this? ”

A white breath was coming from the mouth of the microscope asking questions. Similarly, Minho replied, exhaling.

“When I was working at the gas station, Your hands are sore in the middle of winter. ”

“Did you cut the glove end like this at the gas station? I mean, it's time to write, you know, for a typewriter, but what's with the gas station? ”

“I have to get the receipts from the guests who pay for the cards. I have to rub it off because it's tight, but the gloved hand is very hard to break. ”

“Aha. This is a surprising discovery of life. ”

The microscope began to write again, tapping the keyboard. It was a paid novel. His grades did not improve as much, but he was not as depressing as before.

‘If I was alone, I would have given up already. ’

Without reconstruction and Minho, they wouldn't have made it this far.

The landscape recalled that and began to light both eyes and concentrate on work.

It was just then.

The front door opened when I pressed the password.

When I saw the rebuilding in his arms, I welcomed Minho and the landscape with a smile.

“Hey, Writer, what are you doing here without a call? ”

“I had a lot of work at night, so I stopped by. I'm going to use your energy to write with you. ”

The gaze of rebuilding speaking was on the toilet. The sound of water spilling out of the shower. There was someone else besides Minho and the microscope.

Minho, who read the idea of reconstruction, told me.

“Another new writer just walked in. I'm washing up now. ”

“Aha, yes. Oh, by the way, eat this. ”

Reconstruction held out the plastic bag in his hand.

“Sushi. I bought enough for four, so eat a lot. ”

“Oh, Writer Ha. Don't do this every time. ”

“I ate. Oh, if you come out with the writer who's washing up, you can eat with him. ”

The reconstruction rests Lika on the floor and sits in her seat against the inner wall.

Today is the day of the writer's night radio broadcast.

Before I left, I was going to spend time writing here.

“Kang Min-ho, I'm sorry, but can you watch her until dawn? I have to go somewhere. ”

“No problem. Rather, I'd like to ask you I'm strangely good at writing with Lika. ”

“So am I. The eyes of a watcher? Hahaha. ”

Reconstruction turns on its laptop with a smile.

Shirin rubs his hands together and thinks about what to write. Now that the ‘The Bress’ manuscript was fully completed, it was now freely conceivable of a new book.

‘I want to write something that I want to write, hmm.... ’

Reconstruction was thinking about what you wanted to write without thinking about genres.

I've been worrying all week.

I came here today because I was expecting the material to come to my mind when I talk to other people.

Just like you met Dassle.

‘Why is Mr. Dassle so busy again? ’

After his father's accident broke his promise, Dastan had only sent a doctor to tell him that it was difficult to meet him for a reason. So the reconstruction was still in the middle of not meeting Dassle.

“Oww, that's nice. ”

The bathroom door opened wide and a woman's voice flowed out with a flurry of steam.

“Huh?"

Reconstruction raised its head in shock.

A young woman is coming out of her wet hair with a towel.

“Hey, cow, you got a visitor? ”

“I told you so many times, didn't I? This is Han Jae-gun. This is Eun-young Jang, a romance writer one year younger than me. ”

“Ah, yes. Hi, I'm Harebuild. ”

“I'm Jang Eun-young. Nice to meet you. Excuse me for looking like this from the beginning. The Bress is enjoying it. You wrote it really well. Amazing.”

“A compliment.”

The two of them reached out their hands and shook hands.

Reconstruction was not faint, but it was still a surprise to me.

I didn't know female writers moved in.

Moreover, according to Minho's introduction, he must be 34 years old and has been around long enough to appear only in his mid-20s. Overall, she was a very healthy beauty.

“Oh my, what is this? Sushi?”

“Oh, yes. I bought some. Everyone eat some. ”

“Hehe, if you think I'm going to skip it, that's a big one. Have a seat, too. Hyung-nim. Come quickly.”

It was a matter of recognizing the uncomplicated and unassuming nature of the Milky Way.

Reconstruction returned to its seat and sat down in front of the laptop.

“I've eaten. Eat first."

The writers began to eat sushi, and the reconstruction was once again at stake.

I hardly thought of anything.

The Word program on the screen had to remain blank until the writers finished eating.

“Oh, this is so funny. ”

Suddenly, Eun-young muttered as if it were ridiculous. Her monitor reminded me of a page on Japan's website.

“What? What's the news? ”

“It's not news, it's something I stumbled upon while looking for material. A schoolgirl killed herself. She was four months pregnant. The author is a friend of the woman who killed herself. But his family didn't want an autopsy, so he was just cremated. I'm sorry about something.”

“Oh my……! Is that how the law works? ”

“I don't know. I don't know the law. ”

I was listening to them as I was sad to reconstruct.

Giving up life with a pregnant body at a flowery age. I wonder how much my parents' breasts will break.

Just in time.

‘Hmm…?! ’

A vision of such a powerful energy is engulfed in the brains of reconstruction.

It was the same sensation as when I first remembered the material of the storm fury.

Reconstruction dug up the floating material, keeping both eyes open, like a madman. The ten vibrating fingers were slowly moving up the keyboard.

Tadahak!

Tadadadak!

The notebook of reconstruction that did not go off was waking up.

Ten fingers of feather-lightweight reconstruction begin to hover over the keyboard.

‘This is it...! Yeah, the next one goes to this! ’

The two eyes of the reconstruction staring at the screen flashed brightly.

I was not going to miss out on any of the materials that came up in a row.

‘New students who have just entered the university go to MT. Everyone's getting drunk at night. With the screams of a girl, there is a suspected sexual assault...! There is a student who is thought to be the culprit, but time passes without evidence...! The girl who screamed had a false sense of urgency...! Then, just before the summer break, a girl committed suicide in a major accident! ’

Tadahak!

Tadadadak!

The keyboard breaks and protrudes.

I couldn't control the strength of my fingers tapping the typewriter to see how fast the strings were pulled out.

Min-ho put his hand on his lips and paid attention to the microscope and Eun-young.

“Writer Ha writes. Let's stop talking and get to work. ”

“Okay. I need to concentrate. ”

Other writers also kept their mouths shut and began writing their own writings.

Lika, who was staying by the window, leaps over the desk.

Then he sits crouched right next to his laptop, bent his chin toward reconstruction.

Then the reconstruction took its eyes off the screen for a moment and looked at Lika and asked.

You know that, don't you, Lika? I met Muse now. Nice of you to come outside, too. ’

Glug glug!

My phone rang in my pocket.

I had just conceived a new article and was overwhelmed with joy, and I took out my phone with a annoying look. It was a call from Tae-won. I couldn't help it.

“Yes, Jules. ”

- Hello, Mr. Ha. How's it going?

“Nothing happened. How's Jules? ”

While answering, the reconstruction was tapping the typewriter, keeping his gaze fixed on the screen.

Tae-won's laugh tickles his eardrum.

- You're still working on something. Is it new?

“No, we're not there yet. I'm just trying to come up with a plan. ”

- Take your time. The Bress has already finished the job. Oh, by the way, Mr. Ha. I need to talk to you about something.

“Yes, go ahead. ”

I was imagining a novel, so the words of reconstruction were faster than usual.

Tae-won felt that he was in a state of urgency and similarly spoke quickly.

- Don't you need a writer's office?

“Office?”

Minho's ears stopped when he said office.

The landscape was also looking at the reconstruction with the same interesting expression.

- Yeah, if you're uncomfortable with it at home, maybe you should come out and do it sometime. Thanks to you, Lafbooks now have an office. I wanted to do something for you.

“Ah, yes……. ”

Reconstruction put down the hand that was tapping the batsman and lifted the phone properly.

His two eyes filled with an unparalleled office landscape. White breath mixed with a sigh that he did not even know.

- What do you think, Mr. Ha?

Tae-won asked again.

Reconstruction turns the chair around and looks back.

Minho and the microscope, who were secretly staring, swiftly turned their heads to their monitors and beat the typewriter.

Reconstruction smiled silently and replied to the phone.

“Representative Kwon, do I have to write that alone? ”

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