Big Life

22 - Meet at Home (7)

‘Looks like you drank a lot. ’

The feverish man smells of booze.

The fallen body doesn't seem to want to be raised.

I just kept crying with endless screams underneath.

Reconstruction did not touch the man.

Standing a little distance, I quietly waited for the crying to subside.

An autumn breeze swoops over my nose. When I looked up, the sky was cloudy.

Over time, the fallen man stops trembling.

The reconstruction carefully approached him, bent at his waist and asked.

“Are you calm now? ”

“Khh · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“Excuse me, sir? ”

“Khh · · · · · · · · Khh · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Reconstruction was dumbfounded and I lost my words.

The man had fallen apart in between.

After looking around with embarrassing eyes, the reconstruction leaves the man there and goes down alone.

After a while.

A resurgent reconstruction comes down the mountain, whimpering at the man on his back.

A car that hasn't turned off has been waiting for you. He gets the man in the car and he comes home.

“Phew! ”

The reconstruction laid the man down in one of the guest rooms and checked his condition.

There were no minor abrasions on my neck and wrist.

Sterilize the wound, apply ointment, and then turn around.

You notice a man's wallet sticking out of his pocket.

The reconstruction examines the face of the deeply asleep man and pulls out his wallet slightly.

‘Seoseongdo · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·? ’

I finally got a name for the man.

Reconstruction folds the wallet back into his pocket and quietly leaves the room.

‘I've heard that name before. ’

I thought that maybe he was a writer first.

Reconstruction took out the phone and searched by the name of the writing.

In front of the results on the screen, he opened his mouth halfway.

He was a writer who wrote four literary novels as expected.

‘It's been seven years. Don't you write these days? ’

Of the four works, the title "Finding the Way" was particularly prominent.

Reconstruction became an astonishing expression, remembering it as a novel he had read a long time ago.

Written by the son of a great master. It was strange to me that there had been contact like this for a long time.

Glug glug!

I remembered Somi's name on the screen as the phone rang.

Reconstruction immediately pulled the icon to answer the phone.

“Yes, Mr. Somi. ”

- Your voice has improved a lot. You recovered?

“Thanks to you. I slept well, ate well, took medicine, and then I got better. ”

Cheer up, Writer.

“I don't feel anything anymore. I'm sorry to bother you.

- Anyway, great, rewrite the massive manuscript in less than two days. I remember when you helped me edit my work. Haha, I often think your abilities are beyond human realms.

Reconstruction counts Somi's heart to boost her energy and laughs.

As he sat down on the living room couch, he changed the subject and asked.

“How are things with Lika and Evacuation? ”

- Yeah, he's doing great. The office is much bigger than it used to be, so it looks like fun. Lika is still sitting on my lap.

“I feel betrayed, Lika. Mr. Somi will take you with him. ”

- Oh, my God. Are you sure? Lydia, did you hear what the writer said? You live with your sister now?

When I said that, Somi burst into laughter as she applied. With a frequent smile, she was talking to Najjik.

- But, Writer Ha. I was just wondering if you might ask.

“What?”

- Writer Lee Yeon-woo, is something wrong? You're not in the office for the past few days, just going out. He's been frozen the whole time.

“Really? He's not using a new book anymore. Especially the strange spots. ”

Suddenly, the reconstruction clouded the end of the sentence with one thing in mind. That's why I thought I knew why I was so busy.

“Somi, I'll talk to you later. I need to talk to Yeon-woo. ”

- Yes, Mr. Ha. Goodbye, then.

Reconstruction immediately dialed Yeon-woo's number as soon as Somi hung up.

Only boring beeps continued. It was different than usual when I got a call right away in a few seconds.

- Yes, brother. Hello? Hello?

Yeon-woo answered the phone just before she went to sleep.

Somewhere urgent and the voice mentioned above makes reconstruction unsettling.

“Where are you right now? ”

-Me?

“Then there's someone else now, not you. Where are you doing? ”

- Well, what are you doing? I came out for a moment to conceive and breathe while I was writing.

“Don't lie to me. Mr. Somi's been worried about you lately. Is something wrong? ”

- No, nothing's wrong. Representative Jung was worried again. I'm actually just taking a walk.

I was not relieved about the reconstruction. I felt like Yeon-woo was making more vibrant voices than I needed.

“Yeon Woo.”

- Yes, brother.

“I'm just saying, you're really okay. ”

- · · · · · ·.

“Can't you hear me? I'm asking.”

- D, I heard. I'm listening, bro.

“Don't mess with me. ”

- I'm in some kind of trouble. It's not really like that. You're worried about something weird.

Yeon-woo protested again and again in an unfair tone.

Even though I was a little relieved, I smiled bitterly and let go of the reconstruction.

“Okay, let's be careful and go in and see tomorrow.

- Yes, brother. Take care of yourself and have a good night.

Reconstruction after hanging up went up to the library on the second floor.

After wandering around for a long time, he pulled out a book.

It was "finding a way" written by Sangdo. It was one of many books I bought as I got better.

‘Good writing · · · · · · · · · ·. ’

When I turned over the bookshelf, I remembered the feeling of reading it for the first time.

It was the story of a man who had isolated himself from the world through his wife's death.

It was a painting of the meaning of life and death through the interior of a man on a solo journey.

I could feel the feeling of reconstruction even if I read the blunt text again that was not exaggerated and not emotional.

Reconstruction came down to the living room on the first floor and read the book calmly. After I finished reading it, I lay down on the couch and made eye contact.

At some point, I opened my eyes to the sound of irritating eardrums.

“Ah · · · · · · · Are you awake? ”

The reconstruction immediately raised his torso and sat down and asked.

The trapeze of a dazed face slides its head out through the open door.

“You're up early. ”

“Oh, yes · · · · · · Excuse me · Who are you? ”

“Don't you remember anything about what happened? ”

“It's not that I don't remember. ”

Sangdo drops his eyes sharply. It's because he regained his embarrassed actions while he was drunk.

Reconstruction slowly approached him.

“Don't you know me? We've met before. ”

“We've met before · · · · · · · · · ·? ”

I looked up in shock.

Reconstruction scatters a light sigh across the floor and nods.

“I went to see your father's artifact a few years ago. Picked up by the graveyard. ”

“Ahh · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Sangdo opened his mouth wide and opened his eyes. He stares at the rebuilding face for a long time, devastated, and then drops his head again.

“I'm sorry about that. ”

I apologized with a groaning voice.

“You came to me with a good heart, and I took my anger out on you. ”

“I'm fine. Forget about it. ”

The static surrounded the two of them.

I turned around to get her a cup of coffee and put it behind the back of the reconstruction and opened my mouth.

“Have you been taking care of my father's grave? ”

“Oh, yeah. ”

“Why the hell · · · · · · · · · ·? ”

“I should say it was fate that I found your father's artifact back then. Apparently, I was also a writer, so I got excited. ”

“Writing? Are you a writer? ”

Reconstruction fixed the parakeet and bent its waist to 90 degrees.

Suddenly, I was greeted with a respectful greeting, and I was embarrassed.

“Why are you suddenly like this? ”

“It's called rebuilding. It's too late to introduce you. ”

“What is that? ”

Reconstruction picked up the 'find a way’ that was left on the couch. As soon as he saw the cover of his novel, Sangdo froze in place.

“It was already in my study. I read it a long time ago, and I liked it, so I bought it a few years ago. ”

Her sheep cheekbones tremble. I was reminded of two eyes that were shaking with aggravated emotion.

“Throw it away.”

“Yes?”

“It's not a book, it's rubbish. ”

Speaking in riddles, I turned around. When I saw him trying on his shoes, the reconstruction hurriedly approached.

“Where are you going? ”

“We should go back. I apologize for the inconvenience, Bourne. ”

Reconstruction has blocked the gates of Merchant City.

There were many things I wanted to hear, but that was a problem later.

I couldn't let the man who tried to kill himself go on like this.

“Come have dinner with me, sunbae. ”

“I don't think so. ”

Sangdo has been rebuilt and is overdue.

Reconstruction raised his voice to his back, which was shrinking with measurements.

“You liked him, right? Are you sure you're going the way your father wanted you to go? ”

“ · · · · · ·! ”

“If not, have a bowl of soup with me for dinner. ”

The merchant stands still in the middle of the garden. The question of reconstruction chained his feet. The raindrops began to fall sharply from the cloudy sky.

* * *

-Hello?

“It's me. Won delay. ”

He said with a trembling voice, the delay in pressing down on his hat. Even the five fingers holding the phone were shaking dangerously.

Who told you to call?

“You haven't responded to any messages. I haven't heard anything about when I can get into ICU Enters yet. ”

Even so, the delay was steering toward a trend outside the alley.

I saw the studio building where I live.

I couldn't go home after the incident. I was delivering a motel or steam room to this day.

- What are you talking about, now?

“Yes · · · · · · ·? ”

The chest of the delay sank.

On the other side of the radio, he sighed as if there was no one else to look at.

- I can't tell you anything on the phone.

“Ahh · · · · · · · · Yes. I understand what you're saying. ”

- I'll call you later. Just wait a little longer. And if you call me back, you're dead.

Knuckles!

The phone was disconnected by the sound of his teeth.

The delay dropped the hand holding the phone down.

My bust is heavy as a rock. I became more and more anxious.

Maybe I was deceived and used for nothing.

‘You should at least get your cards and clothes.' ’

The delay wears the hat and raises the mask to the back of your nose. He walked carefully and quickly towards the studio building where he lived.

You are about to press the password at the entrance.

“Excuse me, are you Mr. Won Delay? ”

“ · · · · · ·?! ”

I turned back, startled by the delay.

A strong man stands before you. I had never seen him before.

“Who, who and who are you? ”

“Do you know the writer? I came to ask you about that. ”

Unlike a polite gesture, the man's eyes were filled with hostility.

Delayed himself could see at a glance that he was despising himself. I don't know what you came here for.

“I-I don't know anything. ”

“You don't know what you haven't asked? ”

“Go, go. because I have nothing to say. ”

Delay pressed all passwords.

A man quickly stands in front of her, about to enter through the open door.

“Why did you quit all of a sudden? ”

“You! You don't know anything! ”

“You deleted the author's manuscript, right? ”

“Oh, no! What the hell are you talking about? Get out of the way!”

The man reaches out to the side of the narrow corridor and does not move. The delay that could not find a way to enter was nervous and bitten my lips. Suddenly, I turned around and started running.

“Hey! Stop right there! ”

The man bounces away after a delay.

The delay is overwhelming, and he runs with all his might, but he is overwhelmingly fast.

Now, just before we were almost caught, we found three policemen patrolling the alley.

“Sa, help me! It's outrageous!”

“What what?! ”

The three police immediately rushed in and grabbed the man by their wits.

The man with both arms twists his whole body with his face flared.

“I haven't laid a finger on her, but she's frozen to death! Hey, officer. Let me go for a second. I just wanted to ask her a few questions, not the deadline. Hey, Mr. Won Delay! ”

The delay tried to flee again, trembling. Another cop stands in her way.

“Why, what's wrong? He's an asshole. Let me go.”

“You should come with us first. ”

Suddenly, the delay with the man ended up going to the extraction point side by side.

The delay was silent and did not respond to the investigation. In comparison, the excited man had a lot to say.

“Here's the message as I told you. My feet are numb because she committed a crime. Wow, really! My whole life, I've been mistaken and I've been sent to the extraction site. ”

Then, the man glared at the delay and increased his speech.

“Are you a writer? You think you deserve to be called a writer because you've erased someone's precious lines and left a splashy human trash behind? Open your fucking mouth if you have a conscience! ”

“Oh, please be quiet! ”

Just in time.

From behind my back, the door of the Extraction Mill opened wide.

The man who looked forward to Minho's arrival and was happy to see him stiffened.

The person who entered with a cold expression was not Min Ho, but rebuilt.

“Ash, reconstruction · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

The man who was stuttering and speaking was like Yeon-woo.

I called my office colleagues because I was afraid of rebuilding, but I never thought I'd tell them.

“Bro, I'm sorry, but what happened is · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

The gaze of reconstruction shifted from the pond to the delay.

The delay is just staring down at the foot and slamming it up and down.

As she feels the footsteps approaching her, she is frightened and shuts her eyes.

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