Big Life

17 - Clamor (4)

“Is there anything I can help you with? ”

“It's okay, he's sitting down. ”

Even when the reconstruction said that, I wandered around Yeon-woo and looked around to see if there was anything else to do. It turned out that there was really nothing to do, so I sat down in the center of the front.

‘Hehe, it's special. ’

As time approached, the people who were looking for a lecture filled the auditorium one by one.

Yeon-woo's heart trembled in an uplifting atmosphere. You will see a talk of reconstruction that you have admired more than any writer in the world.

‘This summer has been a dream come true. ’

Yeongwoo was looking at the reconstruction on the single phase of checking the data and thinking about the recent changes made to herself.

In Yeonwoo's life so far, the writer, Haejeon, was astonished that he could not reach out his hands. Like the celebrities on TV, he was an illusion.

I was happy just to like and dig his work. Even the tortured military life was able to endure reading the reconstruction work.

‘I'm in the same room as Writer Ha. ’

The day I got the call from the reconstruction, my heart stopped.

I never thought I'd be able to write in the same space, eat with him, and drive his car without the help of a contract.

With all this going on, Yeon-woo's heart was beating vigorously. As if it were a dream or a reality, I still had a habit of rubbing my eyes.

“Quiet. Don't cry, Chip. ”

Yeon-woo quickly regained her senses as her voice came from next seat.

A young housewife who appeared to be in her late 20s sat next to him, calming the baby in her arms.

I met the eyes of Yeongwoo and the baby.

When Yeongwoo looked like a silly puff of lamb balls, the baby grinned.

"Wow, what? You've been coming here for a while? ’

Looking back, Yeon-woo opened her mouth.

There should still be 20 more minutes for the lecture to start, but the audience was already full.

The American librarian had a look of surprise and anxiety.

“Chief, have you ever been here this many times? ”

“Yeah, I think I've already filled the garden. We can't just let the people we're visiting sit in the hallways next to and in the back. ”

With guidance from the Americas and government officials, the hallway in the auditorium and the empty space behind it was filled with people.

However, people were still pouring in through the open door. Most of them were housewives who accompanied their children from high school to middle school.

‘Wow... I'm glad you came and sat down in advance. ’

Yeong-woo, who was sitting in the front seat, swept down her chest. I almost couldn't even stand at the door.

Soon, the auditorium was so full that no one else could enter. You see the sad faces of those who failed to enter beyond the doors closed by the officials. The lights on the platform illuminate Orlot's rebuilding.

“Hello, I'm Harebuild. I haven't had the experience of speaking at a school yet. It may not be enough, but I want you to help me a lot and understand it. ”

Along with a greeting of reconstruction, the gutter was in a daze. Reconstruction began with a calm tone, receiving the gaze of many people in one body.

“…… the power of creativity is endless. I'm not just talking about writing. There's a lot of mothers here, you know, creating all sorts of new things, things like branch soil and bead crafts.” People were paying close attention to the reconstruction, forgetting to swallow the saliva. It was a placenta that brought women who had read ‘Summer of 20 Years Old’ to their senses, so they couldn't concentrate. The minister and other government officials, who had no other work, were standing in line on one side of the auditorium listening to the lecture.

“The same ingredients are used, but the results are different for each of us. The joy doesn't go away, even if it's not the outcome you hoped for in the first place. Why? Because it was fun enough as it was being created. I've been enjoying that for a long time. ”

The reconstruction pauses and casts its gaze in front of the audience.

I saw my mother sitting next to Yeongwoo holding the baby. The baby continues to cry, reaching out to the reconstruction.

‘This is bad.'

My mother was embarrassed, so she couldn't help but calm the noisy baby with a red face.

I felt sorry for the reconstruction. I could have comforted you myself if you didn't have a cold.

Gekko's mother holds the baby and puts the bag on her shoulder. If you don't want to do any harm around you, you have to leave.

Immediately, Yeon-woo, who was standing next to me, stepped out.

“Chug chug, chug chug. ”

Yeon-woo exchanged her doctor's eyes with her mom and accepted the baby.

The baby quickly stopped crying.

She waved her body lightly into the baby, and sent her eyes to reconstruct the lecture.

“He's a colleague of mine. I think Mother can be relieved because she takes care of the child as well as writing. ”

A light smile in the intestine worked like a wave.

The baby mother smiled shyly, covering her mouth with both hands.

The lecture was held in a consistently gentle atmosphere.

At the end of the Q&A, a total of 1 hour and 30 minutes, including breaks, were fully announced.

Reconstruction came down from the ground with thunderous applause.

“Oh, that was so cool. Ha Writer, you're the best! ”

Yeon-woo approaches and shouts.

“I thought I was going to be bored, to be honest. All these talks are boring and boring. But he's a writer, so I can see it in my head. Oh, I'm serious. ”

“Don't let it float too far. In fact, I've prepared some comedy for when the atmosphere gets stiffer, but thanks to Writer Yeon, there's nothing to write about. ”

“What kind of joke was that? I'm curious.”

“Please don't ask. ”

The road to rebuilding with Yeongwoo was blocked. After listening to the lecture, people were completely surrounded by both sides and back roads.

“Sir, I need you to sign this book for me. ”

“Ah, yes. Give me the book."

“Me, too. And, sir, how should we study when our child has to do an article? ”

“Oh, the article. After reading the book several times.... ”

“Sir, what is the next genre? Is it going to be a movie again? ”

“I can't tell you that right now.... ”

“Sir, do you have a boyfriend? ”

I couldn't take every question flying in a row like a rapid-fire. Reconstruction took one step towards the exit by signing, photographing and answering as best as possible.

It took me more than 30 minutes to get out of the auditorium, which is not that wide.

‘Oh my God……! ’

He was frightened at the same time as the reconstruction and reunion that had barely left the auditorium.

There was really something to be frightened of.

Twice as many people are filling the hallways in front of the auditorium. Even local newspaper reporters came with big cameras.

“Haha, can you go home today? ”

“Hahahaha……. ”

Reconstruction took an extra hour to get out of the library. As tensions spread, I regained the life I had forgotten during the lecture.

“You must be tired. Come on, I'll give you a ride. ”

Reconstruction took a slow stroll along the pond.

As I was about to open the door, the voice calling him behind my back rang.

“Hey, Hae-won. ”

Turning to the exhausted look, there was a baby mother who was sitting next to the lotus. Holding the baby in her chest, she bows.

“You're so busy, I couldn't get a chance to say goodbye. I really enjoyed your talk today. ”

“I'm glad you're satisfied. ”

“I wanted to listen to Hae Hae Hae Hae Hae Gun's lecture somehow...... I took the time to rest and work hard. I didn't have anywhere else to take my baby, and she's crying really well. I'm sorry."

Baby's eyes turned red as she slowly joined the horses. I also got used to rebuilding my mind. Subsequently, the baby's mother turned her gaze toward Yeon Woo, also lowering her head to him.

“Thank you so much for babysitting. Thanks to you, listen carefully to this talk. Really... Thank you so much and I'm sorry. ”

“Oh, no. No, I love babysitting. There's nothing to apologize for. Peek-a-boo. Peek-a-boo. I'll see you around, okay? Woohehehehe.”

“Hey, sir. I brought you a summer when I was 20. Can you sign it? ”

“Of course I do. Give it to me."

“Oh, I'm sorry, in the bag.... ”

“I'll get it out. Here?”

Yeon-woo took the book out of the woman's bag and delivered it to the reconstruction.

Reconstruction signed it, and the baby's mother gladly greeted him and turned away.

“I honestly reflected. ”

Looking at the rear view of the child's mother, Yeon-woo suddenly said. He said to the reconstruction who did not know what it meant.

“Honestly, at first I thought it was boring. Oh, we're not just talking about 100 people in these little libraries. ”

Yeongwoo scratches her back head and sighs on the floor.

“But now that I see her, I feel so... proud. I thought it was important that I helped someone who really needed you, not just the big and small issue of the event. I don't have a lot of vocabulary, so I can't really talk about it in detail. ”

Reconstruction grins and shakes its head.

Though he was as clumsy and clumsy as a boy, Yeon Woo's words caused a calm wave in his heart.

“This writer is a good man. ”

“Yes?”

“Well, I'm tired. I'm going to ask you to drive again. ”

Reconstruction opened the car door and boarded.

Yeongwoo tilted her head, but she got in the driver's seat and started. After the lecture, the car slowly left the quiet library as usual.

* * *

“Yes, Su-hee. Now that I've given the lecture twice, I can feel some sense. Yeah, don't worry, I think I can do a good job of it. Okay, I think you'll see me giving a speech. Good work and call again. ”

After hanging up the phone, the reconstruction stood up with a period at the end of the scenario conversation.

It was telling us that the clock had turned to noon.

“Come on, let's eat. Eat up and get back to work. ”

The reconstruction clapped his hands and said vigorously.

The writers who were busy writing quickly came to their senses and raised their heads.

“Don't you think something's changed between us and Writer Ha? ”

“I'm telling you. Writer, are you feeling better now? ”

“When did it get better? What's this writer doing? ”

The reconstruction turns to Yeon Woo and asks.

Yeon-woo tucks her face against her monitor. It was an internet screen, not a word program.

“Ha, look at this. It appeared in a live query for a library talk. There's a review written by her mother. Twitter retweets are no joke. ”

Yeon-woo suddenly spit out the verb.

Reconstruction only smiled with a non-bulky look. The rise and fall of real-time search queries was no longer surprising.

“Wow, Writer Ha! I have a story to tell! And he thanked me for taking care of the baby! Oh, my God! I'm on the Internet! I'm on the Internet! ”

“I'll catch my breath, writer. ”

Then the door opened with a beep.

Seeing Tae-won and Somi coming in side by side, the reconstruction opened its eyes wide.

“Huh? What are you doing here without a call? ”

“Ta-da!"

Tae-won smiled and raised his hands.

One "Oscar's Dungeon" in his left hand and one "The Bress" in his right hand.

“I brought it right before I went into the barrel. ”

“Oh, there's the paper already. Wow, it's beautiful. ”

You grin and smile as you stroke your own paper book, which has been rebuilt. I liked the paper books that I could feel, although they were popular with web novels on smart devices.

“I'm not pranking you again. The Bress is already in the web novel, but Oscar's dungeon is a brand new book, so the Internet is going to be loud tomorrow. ”

“Thank you very much. Mr. Somi, or Mr. Jung's representative, worked hard to illustrate. Please continue to suffer in the next 5, 6 and 7 volumes. ”

“Hehe, gladly. ”

After smiling and answering, Somi took out one or two volumes of "Atheist Management" from her bag and gave them to Yeon-woo.

“Writer Lee Yeon-woo came out as well. Here you go."

“Oh, thank you! ”

Yeon-woo stood up with a heavy expression and accepted the book. He squeezes his jaw tightly and stares down at the book for a while.

“Are you that happy? ”

“Wow, really. I can't believe I got a paper book from the same place as you. I think I'm gonna be great. Thank you so much.I really do. ”

Reconstruction turned around and said as suggested.

“I think it's time for the Lapbook Festival tonight. How's everybody doing?”

“You're telling me? It's Cole.”

“Are we going to the second place? Karaoke?”

No one laughed first.

Even at the mouth of the reconstruction, the smile did not stop for long. Every day in the office I spent with good writers not only enjoyed the day but also restored my health.

‘Now that the game company's talk is over, we can focus only on the sea of goons for a while. ’

Reconstruction casually organized the schedule by going out to dinner with people. It was blue as if the summer sky had been sprayed with paint.

* * *

A vision like that.

Tadadadak! Tadadak!

Ta-da!

There was still a writer who kept the fight to himself. It was a scenario that had been revised more than twenty times already, filling the screen with bludgeoning as much as his face. It was the last of the uncompromising revisions.

‘That's it...! ’

He takes the dot, and I get up and put the scenario on the planning team server.

As soon as he went to the break room, he had a cup full of strong coffee. I spent the night for two days in a row, so I didn't even think about having lunch.

“Oh, there you are. ”

At the sound of his voice, he turns his mug away from his mouth. As soon as it recognizes the target, it automatically mutters.

Nam-gyu, the Planning Director, was approaching with a luxurious blue suit.

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