Big Life

21 - Create if none (8)

“Yes, sir, I'm not sure you got in. Oh, yes. I'm glad to hear that. Yes, I'll be in touch Rest."

Reconstruction after disconnecting the phone boarded an elevator with an open door.

I was on my way to pick up Rica from her meeting with Rising.

“Uh, reconstruction, bro. You're here early.”

I woke up and greeted Yeonwoo who was writing hard by herself.

Reconstruction went to the window frame, hugging Lika and answering.

“I thought you were going to eat until dinner, but things ended sooner than I thought. Mr. Rising is tired. Then why are you alone? ”

“Min-ho and Eun-young went to the theater. My brother went to two new malls to buy a broken keyboard. ”

“Really? Then come have dinner with me. ”

“Great. What can I get you? ”

“Let's go out and decide. ”

“Yes, brother. Wait a minute. Just save it. ”

I saved the article that Yeongwoo was writing and ended the word program. Then the reconstruction said to him, trying to shut down his laptop.

“Wait. Send it out and turn it off. ”

“Yes?”

“You said I wrote up to four dissensing books. Send me the file because I'll take a look at it over dinner. ”

“Ah… yes. ”

It was shady on Yeongwoo's face, answering powerlessly.

Reconstruction immediately recognized and asked.

“What's wrong with your face? Is there a problem? ”

“ ……. ”

“Why is that? I'm asking.”

“That, that... …. ”

Yeongwoo stood up scratching the back of her head.

If you'll excuse my pants, he said, standing around like a man.

“I'm working hard, but it's so boring. ”

“So you're just trying to see if it's fun or not. What does Jules say? ”

“I haven't shown you the first three manuscripts. ”

“All right, bring it. What's wrong with what you do all the time? ”

The nearby buildings for reconstruction and reunion were located in a restaurant in the arcade. Mixed in a large pot in the middle of the table, the stew boiled. Reconstruction was reading from Yeon-woo's manuscript without touching the manual.

“Hmm……. ”

The reconstruction tilted its head as it repaired the horn rims of the slight drop of Seo Gun-woo. Just like that, Yeon-woo across the street flinches her shoulders.

“I read it all. ”

Yeongwoo's heart sank.

I can't believe you didn't read all that well.

We've spent some time together, so now we know the nature of the rebuilding. There was definitely a negative impression.

“Yeon Woo.”

Reconstruction calls out in disgust, putting down the phone.

Yeongwoo raised her nervous face slowly.

“Do you want a soju? ”

“Oh, yes…… I like it, brother. ”

The reconstruction held soju upside down and elbowed several times to the bottom of the bottle. Yeon-woo who was staring at me asked.

“I've always wondered, why do you do that? ”

“It's better than just waving it. ”

“Is there really a reason? ”

“Yeon-woo, don't be so hard on yourself. That's not your character. ”

The two of them laughed together. We poured drinks into each other's glasses and toasted each other. After handing over the cold liquor to the neck, the reconstruction was a horse.

“Don't get too nervous. ”

“ ……. ”

“The second half of the book was fine, but the story became somewhat heavy from then on. I feel focused on internal conflict rather than the growth of the main character. Especially in volume 4, it is a fantasy that the chairman of a large enterprise suddenly came and started a company for the protagonist, but I think it is a bit too much. ”

“I actually thought so. I guess I didn't realize it was happening, so I just swarmed. ”

“It can happen if you use it. It's okay, just fix it. ”

Reconstruction recommended a bottle of wine.

I grimaced my soft nose as I held my hands together for a drink.

“I'll keep working on it. ”

“It just has to be like this. Don't be too careful. Now, one more toast to the rebel king. ”

Yeon-woo gladly emptied her cup in one fell swoop.

He asked, putting the stew on the reconstruction plate first.

“Did you have fun with Mr. Rising? ”

“Well, I've had a lot of conversations, a lot of questions about the work. It was a dream time."

Reconstruction took out a Chinese textbook from the bag.

“I bought it on the way here. I'm going to study.”

“Chinese?”

“Every time I had to speak through an interpreter, it was pretty hard. Teacher Reading doesn't speak English at all, so I have to learn. ”

“You're the rebuilding brother. It's a power pack.”

Yeongwoo put a spoon of rice in her mouth and took a look at the TV. The highlight of the 8 o'clock news was coming out.

“Huh?"

After watching TV for a long time, Yeongwoo opened her eyes.

Reconstruction meetings with Rising are the cause of the news.

“I'm talking about my brother, the rebuilder. ”

“Me?”

Reconstruction looking at the TV opened its eyes wide. I just spent a few hours with him today, and he's already on the news.

Yeongwoo took out her phone and said while checking the internet.

“I guess people recognize you, take pictures and post SNS. There's a lot of press in front of the Rising Teacher's hotel. ”

“Yes...? ”

Reconstruction also took out his cell phone and connected to the internet.

When I searched in the name of Rising, an article came out. When I clicked on the most recent article, I was able to see a photo of Rising surrounded by reporters from the hotel's background.

[……… Then Rising said, "There was a Korean writer who really liked and respected him. I was confident that there would be no more writer than that person in Korea before I died.” He said, “But when he found out about the writer, Haejeon, he changed his mind.” He added.]

The heart of reconstruction for reading the article is puzzled.

I also wondered who the Korean writer who Rising admired was.

The sentence continued.

[…… the question of who is the respected Korean writer is, "He is already dead.” I just added, and then hid myself inside the hotel.]

‘Anyone who is not already dead...? ’

A single line of sentences was excavated with the brains.

Why does it feel so intense?

The reconstruction was repeated several times with his mouth.

“Brother, what's the matter? ”

“Wait, let me make a call. ”

Reconstruction immediately called the Rising interpreter.

As soon as the call ended at the tone, he asked coldly.

“I'm really sorry, but can I tell you who that writer Mr. Rising mentioned to the reporters is? who is already dead. ”

- One moment, please.

On the other side of the radio, there was a conversation between the interpreter and the rising in Chinese.

Reconstruction bites the lips nervously with an unknown expectation.

In retrospect, Rising said strange things from the moment we first met. I feel two contradictory energies in my writing, that I can read souls. In fact, the reconstruction that accepted the qualities of Seo Gun Woo was not something to joke about.

‘If the writer that Mr. Hana Rising mentioned is Seo Gun Woo... ’

It was a reconstruction that was thought to be too speculative but could not let go of the rope of hope.

Shortly after, the interpreter's voice rang.

- I'm sorry I'm late, but he said you were referring to Teacher Kang Byung-hye.

“Kang Byung-ha...... Teacher? ”

At the same time, the reconstruction felt calm. He was also a familiar name. He was a famous writer in the country with a short novel in the textbook.

At least it wasn't Seo Gun Woo.

- He also added that the length "in the middle of the belly" is a masterpiece. He says it's the best of all of Teacher Kang Byung-ha's works, but it will be hard to find. Mr. Rising is no longer in his possession.

“Thank you very much. Let's look it up. ”

After hanging up the phone, the reconstruction searched the Internet for the name of 'Kang Byung-ha'. Along with an old black and white photo, his profile appeared on the screen.

‘Born to race in 1929…… died of a nervous breakdown in 1995……. ’

Maybe it's because I was bored with the textbooks I studied.

Or was it because there were too many books to read in the world?

Reconstruction made me realize that I had hardly ever come across the work of Kang Byeong Ha, except for the fragments in the textbook.

‘You said it was in the middle of the bell...? ’

Reconstruction immediately searched for the recommendation of Rising, "In the middle of Jongno."

And I could see that the book was nowhere to be sold. The reason was really unexpected.

[…… he refused to accept any literary award that could have been awarded as his masterpiece, 'In the middle of a bell'. He even tried to destroy the contract with the publisher and recover the full volume from the first edition. Hundreds of copies missing in this process have become extremely rare…….]

‘Reject all the winners and break the contract…? ’

It was because Rising said it would be hard to get books.

What the hell is going on in English?

Why was it hidden from the world that the Nobel Prize for Literature was so commendable?

‘I want to read it……. ’

Reconstruction desperately went through the Internet, but it was a lie. Soon, it was concluded that the book could not be obtained by his own strength.

“Hey, take a look while you eat. ”

“Oh, yeah. ”

Glug glug!

I was about to pick up a spoonful, and a phone call came from Myeong-seok.

Reconstruction showed a bitter smile on Yeon-woo and grabbed her cell phone again.

“Yes, Editor. ”

- I called the article once. Did you enjoy your date with Dr. Rising today? Hahaha.

“Yeah. I didn't even know who was watching. Oh, hey, chief. I'm sorry, can I ask you something? ”

- Yes, of course. Talk to me.

“Do you know the length of being in the middle of Teacher Kang Byung-hwa's servant? ”

- Hmm…… Yes, you mean the one that recovered the power?

“Yes, Mr. Rising complimented me on my masterpiece. I really want to read it, but there's no way to find out. So just in case... ”

Brilliant answer came back, fearful that the rebuilding would blur the end.

- I have one.

“Yes? Are you sure? ”

- What are you so surprised about? I'm sure it's in the study, but let's find it.

“Oh, thank you so much. I'm impressed, Mr. President. ”

- Hahaha, I'll have it for dinner next time. Then I'll look it up and get back to you.

“Thank you, Editor. I look forward to it.”

* * *

Knuckles!

After finishing the call with the reconstruction, he immediately headed to the library.

A vast library shared with my father, Taejin, where more than 50,000 books were kept. It was a book everywhere.

‘It should be around here.... ’

Myeong-seok followed a blurred memory and searched every nook and cranny.

The door opens behind him, and Taejin enters.

“Myeong-seok, it's dinner time. ”

“Yes, Father. I'm looking for a book. ”

He replied, but not stopping his eyes and hands. Taejin, who was interested, approached and asked.

“I'll help you. What book?”

“Oh, in the middle of a bell. ”

“In the middle of the bell...? ”

“Written by Kang Byung-ha. You know that, right?”

I turned to Myeong-seok's smiling face and asked.

Taejin only cried once with a stiff face.

“Why are you suddenly looking for that book? ”

“I have a writer looking for me. ”

“What……? ”

“The Rising is a fantastic piece, and I'd love to read it, but there's no way to get it. So he asked me if I could get it. Oh, I found it. ”

Myeong-seok smiled and pulled out an old book.

Soon, I turned around with the book and wiped the smile off his face. Taejin is standing there dazed like he's possessed by a ghost.

“Father?”

“ ……. ”

“Dad, what's wrong? ”

“Hmm…? Hmm, no, it's nothing. ”

Taejin shakes his head and replies.

The conveniences of memories that had not yet been expelled were still scattered in his head.

“You found it fast. Now let's go to dinner. ”

“Yes, I'm hungry. Let's go.”

Even though the whole family had gathered for dinner, Tae Jinn was still wondering all the time.

Reconstruction had already recorded two consecutive coincidences in his mind. Combined into the ‘center of the bell’, there are three coincidences.

That night.

Taejin was sitting on the reception couch, unable to sleep.

The thick rainfall hits the car window constantly. An old bottle of ginseng was placed on the table in front of Taejin. Taejin stares at the bottle endlessly with shaken eyes.

“Chairman, are you awake yet? ”

“Ah, the former chairman. Well done.Come and sit down. ”

The former chairman sat politely opposite Taejin.

He's now in his early 40s.

He inherited the work of his deceased father and became Taejin's second generation pawn.

“Did the thunderstorm wake you up in your sleep? ”

“No, I was just thinking about the old days.... ”

There was another flash.

The sound of the deafening ears following the world rang out. The old director said, waiting for the noise to get louder.

“Tell me if you're okay with me, Chairman. ”

“Nothing in particular to say. ”

Even though he said that with his mouth, Taejin's eyes were already shaking. It was a night I couldn't get enough without vomiting out my memories so full of breath.

“A long time ago……. ”

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