Big Life
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22 - See you at home (6)
As a human, I couldn't completely silence my anger. That's why I burned my will as a firewood.
I forgot about time and space.
The rebuilding of the batter was just as desperate as many years ago.
‘30,000 characters · · · · · · ·! ’
Tadadadak! Tadadak!
‘58,000 characters! ’
Tadahak! Tadahak! Tadak!
I decided not to mind the sentence.
At the writing stage, I didn't have the strength to care about a word or sentence straight away.
‘Let's use them all. After you put them on, you can wear glasses and retire all at once. ’
As midnight passed, my breath began to burn rapidly.
My head is dizzy and the letters in my vision flutter like a wave. Still, the reconstruction hasn't touched the mug.
You rub the skin off with cold water and drool away.
It's after 2: 00 a.m.
The ten fingers that were hovering on the keyboard slipped down. At the same time, even the head falls down powerlessly.
Reconstruction barely managed to grip the forehead on the desk.
When he was unconscious, he lost consciousness. It became clear that I couldn't take it anymore. Willingly replenishing exhausted stamina was also a limit.
‘Ugh! ’
The reconstruction takes the mug and turns it into a twist in the kitchen. I had a cup of coffee at warm temperature so I could drink it quickly, and then I took a deep breath.
‘Never mind. ’
The two eyes of the so-called reconstruction were full of light.
Even my body was weightless as if it was made of steel.
The great relics of Seo Gun Woo have fulfilled his desperate wish even today.
Recovering his energy, he desperately hung on writing.
The gaps in the blank word program fill up quickly.
The speed of the two writers combined in desperation was astonishingly fast. I didn't know the heavy typewriter would stop as the darkness passed and the sun rose.
* * *
Glug glug!
The phone in the PD shook my phone.
Tak!
Reconstruction took a period at the end of the last sentence and immediately received a phone call.
“The manuscript is ready. We're going to send it now. ”
Immediately after sending the manuscript to the PD.
Reconstruction drove the weary body to the outside of the house, not the bed.
Arriving by car was his grave. Immediately after raising the temple of thanksgiving, Moro Pic's body collapsed.
A flower lying in front of the tomb was buried in a corner to be blown by the wind before he could see it.
* * *
“Are you feeling better, Writer Ha? ”
“Thank you. I feel much better now. ”
Reconstruction smiles and replies with a spoon.
I was just emptying out a bowl of abalone butter bought by Thaewon of Lapbuks.
I was sick for two whole days with my body fat.
My body was angry, but I was hit pretty hard. It was a rebuilding that many times went through people's malice, but it was still difficult to get used to.
“I'm sorry you had to come all this way. ”
“Drink that and get better. ”
After the reconstruction, Tae-won moved the empty bowl to a number of places and rode in a warm car.
He takes out the chair opposite the table and sits face to face. He opens his mouth sadly.
“You have suffered a great deal. There was something similar going on around me. ”
“Around Jules? ”
“Do you remember the CPBooks Friendship Representative? ”
“Yes, I saw you in the office a while ago. ”
Reconstruction stumbled upon my memory.
I only met him for a few minutes, but I remember him as someone with a good impression.
“Representative Wu is originally a broadcaster. ”
“Oh, really? ”
“Yes, I didn't tell you at the time, but he's close to me. He was a broadcaster before he started management. I've been working as the youngest writer for almost two years, doing all sorts of errands. One day, you're holding on to your aspirations to be the main man. ”
Tae-won grabbed a sip of tea and said.
“I worked hard every day believing that one day a good opportunity would come. Then one day, a new youngest writer came in. She was a young woman in her early 20s who had just graduated from college. And of course, the leader of Wu liked it at first. I think he finally got away from his youngest. ”
“Something must be wrong with what you're saying. ”
In front of the conjecture of reconstruction, Tae-won nods, smiling bitterly.
“She went up to the top of the Wu Representative before a month passed by. A new, unprecedented female writer would write a play, and the right-hand man would go back to covering and organizing the data that she needed, just like he'd been doing for two years. ”
“How · · · · · · · · did she do well? ”
“Robbie was good. ”
“Robbie · · · · · · · · · · ·? ”
“I appealed to the main writer as a weapon. He was quite impressed with what he looked like. The throwing strategy worked. ”
Tae-won lowers his cup of tea and sighs.
“Representative Wu couldn't take it. He gave up his job as a broadcaster. And she won it for a while. And then, less than a year later, I quit. Can you imagine why that is? ”
“I don't know. ”
“I erased an author's article. because of the inferiority of taking the work that you wanted to do. And he kept his religion to himself. It's the same with Writer Ha. ”
“ · · · · · ·. ”
“Realistically, for the youngest writers of the broadcaster, belonging is lacking. It's a nightmare compared to hard work, and it's not even a full-time job, and four major insurance policies are just dreams. Occasionally, there are outside addresses, although there are full-time writers, there's no difference in how bad things are. It's a world where all the star incidents happen. ”
Reconstruction nods silently.
The face of the delay that was full of shyness flashed before my eyes.
Symptoms alone, but the unsub's got to be where she's been right now.
Even the employees who came to the rebuilding house and apologized were unaware of her whereabouts.
“She's completely silent, right? ”
“I think so. ”
“I can assure you, in a year's time, he'll be out there working face to face again with a lot of courage. She's still a writer, but she's got a lot of guts. ”
Tae-won tilted his head with a look that he didn't understand.
Then I suddenly remembered my phone, smiling brightly.
“Ha, let me change the mood. ”
Tae-won tapped his phone and pushed him to rebuild.
It was an internet portal site full of Chinese. Below the logo was a huge illustrative advertisement.
I couldn't read the Chinese language properly, but I caught my eye as much as the "Oscar's Dungeon" illustration.
“Jules, what is this? ”
“In the literature of Tincent, we began promoting the dungeon of Oscar largely. Mobile apps and PC Messenger also have a banner. It's pretty dramatic marketing compared to the power that they've been serving overseas so far. ”
Tae-won clicks one part of the liquid crystal with his finger.
The screen was turned upside down to the top of the Tincent Literature Service Web Novel. Taewon pointed to the ninth title on the leaderboard, which is entirely Chinese, said.
“Oscar's Dungeon. It's already in the ninth place. It's all Chinese from 1st to 20th, and you're the only overseas writer. We also contacted them to let them know the exact sales status in the coming week. ”
“Thank you, Jules. I don't get it. ”
“First place, right? This is a novel by a writer named Donghua. It's going to make the most money in China this year. It's a web novel, but it's already sold over two million copies of paper. It's more than 16.5 million yuan in just seven months. In terms of our money, that's 2.9 billion. ”
“Obviously, the market is bigger than Korea. ”
The rebuilding came in a fabulous tone.
More important than money was the precious reader. He was more than happy that his articles could be read to more readers.
“I'll go higher. I think he likes you very much in the literature of Tincent. and the Nobel Prize for Literature. ”
“Yes, the meeting was definitely the luck of my life. ”
“Please be strong, Mr. Ha. ”
Tae Won added a serious smile to his face.
“You really have suffered from my position. Don't forget, there are a lot of people around you who support and care about you. If anything comes up, feel free to talk to me. Please, I'm begging you. ”
“I'll keep that in mind.”
“Don't just say that. ”
I talked for a couple of hours, and Tae-won stood up.
By the time Tae-won's car was invisible, the reconstruction took the weed scissors and left the house gate.
It was for the purpose of going to the graves of Seo Gun Woo while taking a walk. It was not as close as I used to live in the studio, but it was long enough to walk.
Hmm?
Reconstruction narrowed my eyes as I watched the tomb of Seo Gun Woo that began to appear from afar.
Someone's wandering around the graveyard.
Who is it?
Doubtful, the pace of reconstruction naturally sped up.
I've always believed that the only one who can find the grave of Seo Gun Woo is himself. If anyone was there, I'd never found a trace of what was left.
The target becomes more visible as the distance narrows.
It was a man in a suit.
His face was still unrecognizable because the distance was too far. In one hand, you hold a bottle of soju. I made him assume that his stumbling gesture was intoxicated.
What is it? Where are you going? "
A man suddenly throws a bottle of wine around the grave. Then it started to climb up into the night mountains that lead to the back of the tomb.
“ · · · · · ·! ”
Reconstruction suddenly engulfed in horror.
What brings you up to the mountains in shoes in a suit?
Moreover, it was not a hiking trail behind that place where Seo Gun Woo's tomb was located.
As he entered the barren wilderness, the man in the suit was odd to see.
‘No way! ’
The steps of reconstruction are unbelievably fast. He couldn't take a few steps, so he started running.
His instincts were reminding him that it was a dangerous situation.
“Phew! Ugh!”
Reconstruction was shortness of breath as the body was not in normal condition yet. After the man in the suit was swallowed up behind the mountain, he barely made it to the edge of the tomb.
Without a chance to catch his breath, he climbs up the slopes along his footsteps.
What? Where did he go? ’
Reconstruction searches for the man, circling the thickets.
Then I could hear a dull sound coming from either direction. Reconstruction turns to you like magnets.
“Huh? Hey! ”
Reconstruction thundered as it rushed forward.
There was a man standing under a tree about 20 meters ahead.
He secures the rope to the branch and tucks his head into the hook.
Reconstruction was white and white, giving myself all the strength I could.
“Don't do anything crazy! ”
Desperately, the reconstruction hurls down.
A branch with a fixed rope snapped. Two people tangled together and dug the slopes of the slopes.
“Ugh! ”
Reconstruction rises from the dead.
Blood flows from the torn skin. At his feet, the man who tried to kill himself falls down and lifts his chest.
“You okay? What the hell happened to you? Can you give up your life so easily even if it's hard? ”
The reconstruction squats and turns the man around.
The face of a man who had a lot of grief was revealed.
“ · · · · · ·?! ”
The man's face was familiar.
It was a face I had only seen a long time ago. Reconstruction quickly remembered the man's identity, even in the midst of the unprecedented events.
‘Your son?! ’
A long time ago, I acquired Seo Gun Woo's abilities and artifacts here. Then I followed the memories in my body to his house in Jongno.
Then.
My son must have been consistent in a rough manner.
“You're the son of the writer, right? ”
The man looks up at the rebuild with his head down.
The red bitten eyes were filled with tears. Gear lifts one arm and starts to blush, covering my face.
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