Big Life

22 – See you at home (8)

“Oh, this. You've been through a lot!”

Reconstruction was not the only thing that came to me. Minho subsequently greeted the police.

The microscope and Eun-young were also following behind him. It was the work of office writers.

“I thought I'd get you in trouble again. ”

Eun-young lightly fed Yeon-woo honey balm.

The scope opened the drink box holding it and was handing it to the police one bottle at a time.

Reconstruction took the lead and politely greeted him.

“You must be busy. I'm so sorry about this. He's the youngest in our writer's office, and he seems to have made a bit of a fuss. ”

“Oh, the office. What kind of business is that? ”

“It's not a business, it's a place where like-minded writers come together and work. We share opinions and market information about each other's work. ”

The old Extraction Mill director noticed that he didn't understand the rest.

The young woman next to him was tilting her head as she watched the reconstruction.

“Oh, by the way. ”

Her mouth slowly opened with her eyes wide. It didn't take long for her to recognize the reconstruction she frequently watches on TV.

“Aren't you the Haejeon writer? ”

“That's right.”

She smiled brightly.

I couldn't hold on to the joy with a big mouth. If it wasn't for the work here, he would have asked you to sign it right away.

“What, are you a famous writer? ”

The warden asked Queen Dowager not to hear about the reconstruction. She immediately nodded and whispered in her ear. The warden's eyes became as big as an ox's.

“Yeah? I saw that movie, too. ”

The warden was shocked and let go of his backpacking hand.

It's far from reading, but I've seen films made of reconstructive works.

“What a wonderful teacher you have here. You can hear the ocean? No, I was. I had a really good time. ”

“Thank you."

Reconstruction grins and nods.

Other policemen around him also searched the internet for the name of the reconstruction and were frightened.

“It's the rebuild. I even came out to live alone. ”

“My son likes it a lot. ”

“Didn't you win a prize for the art of white music? ”

Concentrate on reconstruction.

Only delay sat in agonizing emotions. I couldn't even breathe properly. I had to get out of this extraction point.

“Hey, there! ”

For the first time, the dry lips of the delay opened. Looking at the police in front of her with frightened eyes, she said.

“I-I don't think I was mistaken. So let me go, too. I've been so nervous lately. ”

“Of course you're sensitive. I've committed that sin. ”

Yeongwoo flicked a finger at the delayed face. Then he turned to the surrounding police and continued to ask for their consent.

“As I said before, this woman called Plain-Delay was a reconstructed co-author of my brother. But he erased the manuscript that he worked on at the station and hid his longitude. ”

Several police officers nodded with their eyes to see if it had happened.

Until the rebuilding, the anti-Semitic mind was clearly leaning in one direction.

“They say it's not her, but there's no one else who can do it but her. I went there to find out why. For what purpose did the reconstruction erase my brother's manuscript and escape? That's what you're trying to put me through? Where's your conscience?"

“Yeon-woo, stop it. ”

Eun-young grabbed hold of Yeon-woo's arm and held on.

I met the gaze of reconstruction with Yeongwoo, who was about to say something more.

The reconstruction looks sideways and sideways. Yeongwoo clammed her mouth in a murky tone.

Reconstruction approaches behind the back of the delay. Looking down at the awkward sheep's shoulders, he said.

“If you want to tell the truth, do it now. ”

“ · · · · · ·! ”

The delayed breasts start to tremble.

Reconstruction gave him a chance. And after this moment, the opportunity for forgiveness will never come again.

“Is there anything you want to tell me? ”

I asked again in a bold tone of reconstruction.

Inside, I was reviving the endless fatigue and anger I felt at the time of the incident, but I was still managing my emotions.

“I, I · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Soon the delay opened its mouth.

It was a judgment that I had come to a path that could not be returned. Basically, her predisposition to not trust people resulted in a single answer.

“I don't know anything. ”

“Holy shit! What? You don't know anything? ”

Yeon-woo jumped to her feet with a fiery face.

He was furious at more than the reconstruction of the case party.

He patted my head with his finger and chewed it like Yeon-woo.

“You know you're here, right? If you feel like you want to fight something, then you think I'm watching you. How dare you reconstruct my brother? Do you still have the nerve to sit there? Huh?!"

“Hey, Yeon-woo Lee! Stop it! ”

Minho and the landscape forced her to sit down.

The reconstruction tilts its head to the side of the delayed face. Then he whispered in a small voice.

“If you've done nothing wrong, nothing will happen. However. ”

The rebuilding face slowly turns to the side.

The delay in his gaze, which reached to the ground, tightened his molars. The blood splattered at the neck was flinching without cause.

“If it was Mr. Delay's fault, I wouldn't have let it slide. Not as wide as I'd like to see an unqualified writer working in the industry. ”

Tears welled up around the edges of the eyes of the awkward delay. It was the first time since I was scolded by my parents when I was little.

“You remember my number, right? We'll wait until midnight today. ”

Reconstruction greets the police and leaves the Extraction Mill one step ahead.

The delay was a single tear pouring down her cheeks, receiving contemptuous glances all over her body.

* * *

“I'm so sorry, brother. ”

In front of the extraction point after a formal investigation.

Yeon-woo immediately bowed her head and apologized. Reconstruction shrugged his shoulders with a bitter smile.

“Not that I don't know about you, but listen to me. ”

“Yes · · · · · · · Really too upset · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Yeongwoo turns to look as she breathes hot air.

The delay disappeared like an escape route.

In the end, I left nothing.

“Your job is to write. Don't waste your energy on things you shouldn't do, just focus on preparing for new ones. If you don't write again and do this, are you gonna let me out of your office? ”

“Yes, brother. ”

“Good answer. ”

Reconstruction pulls out the wallet.

He took out a check and presented it to Minho, the oldest.

“I'm supposed to be having dinner with you because I have an important appointment today. Eat and go.”

“Oh dear, don't do this every time. We'll take care of it. ”

“I was going to buy it for you. Take it.”

Reconstruction forced the money into Minho's pocket. After greeting and turning, Yeon-woo followed behind him and asked.

“Brother, where are you going? I'll take you there. He's my brother's manager. ”

“You were fired 10 minutes ago. ”

“Yes? Oh, brother. Say something you're sorry about. ”

“I need to see him quietly. I'll tell you when I get a chance to eat with the writers and stay in the office. ”

Reconstruction took place on the subway alone, sprinkled with Yeongwoo.

The destination was an endless station.

I was promised to meet Sang-ho, who lives in Jongno.

‘I wonder if I can hear something today. ’

That day, Sangdo refused the offer of reconstruction to eat dinner. With a heartfelt message that he would contact first.

I thought I'd have to wait for a long time, but I met him today because I was surprisingly quick to contact him.

‘You look similar to my taste · · · · · · ·. ’

The meeting place was one of Jongro's favorite restaurants since Jinjin and college days. I liked to reconstruct such a landscape that was shabby and cramped, but with a refined atmosphere.

Yuck.

When I opened the old door and entered, I saw the merchant sitting in the corner.

Reconstruction inadvertently lifted the wrist and checked the time. There were still 15 minutes left until the promised time.

“Have you been eating? ”

Reconstruction pulled out the chair across from the merchant and confronted him. On top of the statue, there was about half a bottle of soju.

“It's hard to wait in a sane way. ”

The hand of the cupbearer trembles severely. I was worried that I had become an alcoholic.

“Have a drink with me. What do you want me to do? ”

“Hah, you can let her do it. ”

“Please don't call me a teacher, sir. Aunt, I need a large bowl and a bar. ”

Reconstruction of the spell lifted my gaze and looked at the statue.

The merchant lays down his inhaled glass on the table.

“I went back to your house once. He moved away. ”

“Ugh · · · · · · · · · I don't want to remember. ”

“Where are you staying now? ”

“Don't you know when you're snooping? They're wandering around without a clue. ”

Sangdo looks at the old jacket and smiles.

Reconstruction took the bottle from him, trying to pour another glass. And instead, I spoke boldly, following him.

“As I told you before, I'm a writer, but I'm starting to get upset. Since I was close to home, I often visited my father's grave without his permission. ”

“You'll like it. I got to know him. He's a great guy. Ha, the teacher. ”

Sangdo also poured liquor into the reconstruction.

“I had no idea I was building a wall with books and the world. Maybe Hah will make me read again in no time. ”

“It's an honor.”

The question of rebuilding was only heightened.

What happened to the writer and kept his distance from the book?

Will I be able to hear that reasoning here today?

The food I ordered was all over the table.

A spoonful of liquor opened his mouth as Sangdo shrugged his shoulders.

“Now, what do you want to know? Ask me anything. Even a human who can't be defeated is precious. He's prolonged his life. There's nothing to be said. ”

“Don't talk like that. ”

“Listen to him. He used to look like this. Anyway, enough about me. ”

Sangdo told me to ask questions with my eyes.

Reconstruction swallowed the needle once and said carefully.

“First of all, I'm most curious about what work you wrote. ”

“I didn't write it. ”

“Yes?”

“My father didn't give me any books. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Reconstruction was ridiculous, so I opened my mouth.

I knew more than anyone how profound Seo Gun Woo's talent was.

By the way.

I can't believe you didn't publish one.

What have you been doing all your life?

“Blood, even by pseudonym? ”

“Since you raised me and sent me to college, you might have made money using something. Anyway, he didn't tell me a single thing. Not a single copyright was inherited after he died. ”

After a brief speech, Sang-soo raises a bottle of wine.

Reconstruction was confusing, so I couldn't even think of pouring a drink instead.

“Is there any more? ”

“That's a really sorry question, but how did you die? ”

I felt a bitter look on his face.

However, after expressing his expression, he sighed and replied as if vomiting.

“Hit-and-run.”

“ · · · · · ·?! ”

The two pupils of reconstruction were enlarged as much as possible. In addition, the dream I had in Su Hee's house a long time ago came back to my mind.

‘Don't tell me that dream! ’

In that dream, the reconstruction lay facedown on the pavement. Lika approaches you as the engine sounds of the car nearby become distant.

And after a while.

You unzip the bag again, holding someone's hand on your back. I pulled something out of my bag, and his footsteps hurriedly drift away. I felt sorry for the reconstruction of my dreams just before I woke up. You said you couldn't finish.

Reconstruction has been a vivid memory of all these dreams. I couldn't forget because I wrote down the diary in detail.

“You don't have to look so dark. The unsub was caught drunk driving, still living in a cell. ”

“Hmm, yeah. ”

Reconstruction grabs my head with its eaten breasts.

I wonder how sick and miserable he was.

No matter how the world reacts, you've always wanted to write. I can't believe you died in vain.

“Teacher, what a strange man. ”

He smiles bitterly and mutters. He spoke to the reconstructor who raised his head.

“Do you shed tears for a stranger? ”

“Oh, I'm · · · · · · · · ·. ”

The reconstruction wiped the wet eyes with a paper towel. He had no idea that he was crying.

“On the left is my father. ”

The merchant pushed the photo out of his arms to the reconstruction.

It was a black and white photo that was very old and yellow. Two men in their early 20s, much younger than the reconstruction, stood side by side.

“You looked great. ”

Reconstruction once again said, taking a look at the wet eyes.

Seo Gun-woo, who was skinny, smiled without hesitation in the picture. It was a look that allowed me to guess that it was a very happy time.

"That's odd. Even the person next to you looks familiar. ’

Reconstruction tilts its head toward the face of the man standing next to Seo Gun Woo.

Is it just a misconception that keeps getting the feeling that I've seen it somewhere?

“What are you staring at? ”

“Oh, no. ”

Reconstruction smiles and raises its head.

“You're very impressed. Just look at the picture. How good you must have been. ”

“It wasn't like that. You're a perfectionist and you've exhausted a lot of people around you. ”

His hatred for his father remained in his speech.

After a moment of deliberation, the reconstruction asked me another question.

“I don't know if I can ask you this, but · · · · · · ·. ”

“I told you, ask me anything. ”

“From what you're saying, I don't think your relationship with your father was very smooth. ”

“ · · · · · ·! ”

Sangdo shudders.

In front of the unexpected question, he was greatly shaken.

The reason why we are still living in pain is because the reconstruction is straightforward. Recovering the number I wanted to hide the most, my imagination began to tremble like a scholar.

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