Big Life

22 – See you at home (9)

“Well, that's... ”

The merchant lost his horse and caught the bottle.

My hands were shaking so badly, I almost fell sick.

“Teacher · · · · · · · · · · ·? ”

Sangdo does not pour into the cup, but cries into the bottle and inhales.

The startled reconstruction reaches out and dries, but you've already emptied a bottle.

“Ugh! Another bottle of soju here! ”

“I don't think I asked you a question. I'm so sorry. Take your time with the drinks, sir. ”

Sangdo did not listen. As soon as Soju took the lid, the reconstruction took hold of what she was going to drink.

“You're going too fast. ”

“I'll drink it myself. Let it go. ”

“· · · · · Then drink from the glass, please. ”

“Okay, I'll drink from the glass. Let it go first. ”

Reconstruction slowly releases the hand.

At the end of his thought, he adds a word.

“This may be very rude to say, but I'm worried about you. It could be alcohol dependence. ”

“I take care of my health. ”

“Come with me to the hospital. ”

“You say that one more time, and it happens first. ”

No matter how I convinced him, it didn't work.

The wall of time surrounding the archway was solid. The power of reconstruction is impenetrable.

Sangdo drank again and again in the glass. I drank three glasses without laying a single hand on the soju.

“Mwah!”

I was just getting excited for a while. My breath was slowly calming down.

“I'm sorry.”

The merchant opens his mouth, looking around at the old menu.

“I have a bad idea. Ha, like you said, things didn't go so well with my dad. ”

“I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. Let's talk about something else. ”

“I think it's better that way. ”

The figure sighs for a long time and nods.

A faint smile lingers on his expressionless mouth.

“Ha, sir. ”

“Yes?”

“Ha, what is your father like? ”

Why are you suddenly asking me this question?

Are you trying to compare it to your father's standards?

Reconstruction was a bit embarrassing, but he replied calmly without feeling faint.

“I admire him very much. ”

“That's right. That's right, any father should be. ”

Sando mutters as if to speak to himself.

A particularly sarcastic tone was a tone that I did not feel. Soon after, he suggested a bottle of wine and asked again.

“I think this might be a rather rude question, but · · · · · · · ”

“It's okay, do it without surprises. ”

“Does your father love you? ”

“Yes, it is. ”

“Are you sure? ”

“I'm sure.”

There was no hesitation or hesitation in the answer to the reconstruction.

In the two eyes of his gaze, the feeling of desire was gently floating.

“I envy you, sincerely. ”

“· · · · · · · I don't know if I'm making any assumptions, but your father would have loved you, too. ”

“That's enough. Let's stop. ”

Sangdo chuckles and shakes his hand.

It was a reconstruction that could not be added to the sound that would be regarded as an outsider. After a small talk, he changed the subject.

“Your father's artifact. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“I'm keeping it safe. If you'd like, you can take it right away. And can I keep her? He was very affectionate, and now he's my family. ”

I had thought about it before I came here.

I didn't say that out of the blue.

They are precious items that give me abilities close to wonder, but I am prepared not to have foolishness. In the beginning, I thought it was the right thing to do to return it to his son because it was from Seo Gun Woo.

“You still have them. ”

“They're your father's things. ”

Sangdo raises a finger in front of his eyes and shakes his head.

“From the moment I took it to my father's grave, I left my hand. My answer is the same as when you came to me with it. Throw it away or do it yourself. ”

The second bottle revealed the floor.

There seemed to be no place for the two eyes of the drunkenly tapered merchant. With his lips half opened, he was speechless.

“I've barely seen it. I've seen it a couple times a year. Where have you been working so hard all your life? · · · · · · · · ”

“Maybe he liked to travel? ”

“Well, maybe. The important thing is that he didn't tell me anything. The day he died. ”

“Do you have any idea what happened to the last one? ”

Reconstruction was also an opportunity to ask.

I wanted to make sure my dream was true when Seo Gun Woo got hit by a hit-and-run. The owner of the hand, who took something out of the bag he was carrying, was very curious.

“I don't know. There was a cat named Rica with me who I went to see, but I can't explain it to her. Aunt, another bottle of soju here. ”

The woman who was doing the dishes took off her rubber gloves and brought me a bottle of alcohol.

The two eyes of the merchant who opened the lid were filled with hot tears.

“I saw my father after a day of drinking. ”

“Sunbae · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

The merchant clenches his brow on the table.

Reconstruction drenched the bust with a glass of wine. I didn't even notice where and how I could unravel the sympathy towards Seo Gun Woo.

The rain is falling outside the gate.

* * *

“It's good to talk to you like this. ”

“Anyway, it's improvised. You called me all of a sudden without a word. Incheon Airport. Do you know how surprised I was? ”

The glamorous music of jazz flowed.

Warm, amber lights illuminate the room gently.

There was a seat at the end of the bar. The unibrow who was accompanied by Eugene was a former motive and lover. A publishing agent based in the United States suddenly came to Korea.

“Cheers. You like vodka, right? ”

“Not really. I've been seeing the writers, and they've turned into soju. ”

“It's very informal for the next group. Then make it soju. ”

“Don't tease me. Now tell me, what brings you here out of the blue? ”

Eugene drank a straight glass without ice. One face remained unchanged, and she simply answered.

“I miss you. ”

“What?"

“I told you, I came to see you. ”

I laughed with a silly smile.

Eugene smiles joyfully, getting a drink that he pours.

“Hareconstructor's mustard bath is coming out soon. You'll be busy when you get back. A so-called vacation, a vacation. It's only two days.”

“I've come a long way on a two-day vacation. What about the Knobbles? ”

Knobble is the name of a large American publisher.

The ‘Mushroom Bath’ has been published through Knobble. I had already finished my notice to the writer of reconstruction.

“You do your job well. It's very open to suggestions. Are you sure you don't want a knob?”

“When?”

“Soon after a million copies? And the movie opens in two days. I'm going to America to see a movie, so leave time for that day. I don't want to see it alone. ”

“Don't worry, I'll get you a VIP seat. ”

Another glass of wine poured down their throats.

Eugene stands with his hand on one of his colored cheeks and looks back at the bright spot.

“You're still handsome, my good man. ”

“I kind of did. ”

“Your brother Myung-hoon is more handsome, to be honest. ”

“I admit it without a word. Myoung-hoon doesn't go anywhere. ”

“I need you to know I'm bringing my brother up. ”

“Not because I'm your younger brother, but objectively. ”

“Ah, yes. Since Myeong-hoon is the most handsome man, stop talking and cheers. ”

Eugene cut the horse and raised the glass high.

Myeong-seok slammed into the cup with a bloody smile.

“Oh, I'm drunk. ”

“I'll take you to the hotel. Go to bed early today. ”

“After you drop me off? ”

Eugene asked, looking back with provocative eyes.

Myeong-seok already assumed her mischievous pranks, but responded nonchalantly.

“I'm going home to sleep, too. ”

“This is not funny. Do you want to sleep in my room with me tonight? ”

“She's really drunk. I'm lonely these days, so don't provoke people with jokes. ”

“I'm not kidding. It's not.”

Eugene stitched up his arm with bright stone.

Familiar odors and warm body temperatures caused Myeongseok to sweep through the memories of long ago.

She was a woman who couldn't handle the reality. Even now, through a long time, she is sitting right next to you.

However, the situation of Myeongseok, who could not reach out first, was the same as before or now.

My face naturally became gloomy. Eventually, I realized Eugene's presence next to me, but I finally felt the emotion of that instant. The evidence was that Eugene was loosening his arms and dropping his heavy head.

“I don't want to play this game anymore. That's not funny.”

“What are you talking about, again? Why is it so serious? ”

“You must be tired. I should probably get up. Kip this and drink it next time. ”

Eugene stands up with his bag one step ahead.

Myeong-seok regretted not being able to manage his face for a moment, and followed behind her.

“Thank you for today. I'll take a cab. You get in. ”

“Don't you know that the hotel you're staying at is similar to the direction of our house? Come with me.”

Myeong-seok forcibly put Eugene in the car and lifted himself up side by side.

The driver of the seat stepped on Axel.

The car began to slide like a wet night in the autumn rain.

Eugene did not hesitate once while keeping his gaze out the window. I couldn't talk to him first because I was organizing my memories in my own way.

There was no word from either of them until we got to Gekko's hotel.

“Thanks for the ride. ”

“Okay, I'll go in and call you tomorrow. ”

When I finished greeting, I turned around. Eugene, who was standing there hesitantly, suddenly said urgently.

“You didn't make me sad. ”

“ · · · · · ·? ”

I turned back to my dull face.

Eugene's wet eyes were smiling in the crescent shape. She said, piercing her eyes with her fingers.

“It was because I was cursed by my inadequate body. ”

“Eugene! ”

Myeongseok took a step closer. Eugene stepped back that much. The gap between the two people was unchanged.

“See you tomorrow! Don't you feel like you can't make it to tomorrow? ”

Eugene didn't give me any time to say anything, so I hid behind the hotel. In the middle of countless people, brilliance did not move for long.

Glug glug!

The vibrations in your pockets return your brilliance to reality.

It was a phone call from my father, Taejin.

“Yes, Father. ”

- I didn't come in late. I tried calling. If you're working, hang up now.

“No, I just met a friend. ”

The opposing Pokémon does not reveal that it is Eugene. Although my father gave me almost everything I could and supported, Eugene was the exception.

- Okay, don't drink too much.

“I haven't had a few drinks. I was just about to go in. ”

Well, I'm in the library, so come and discuss it.

To consult in the library was to see what he was writing. Recently, Taejin was writing a new feature novel. Only Myeong-seok, the eldest son among his family, knew.

“I told you before, it was a good start, Dad. ”

- I don't know where to put my mind. As I get older, I lose more and more stamina, and every time I think this is the last article.

“Why don't you ask other writers and editors? He tends to trust my eyes too much. ”

I was reminded of the reconstruction.

We have been together for a long time as human beings and works. It was no doubt that reconstruction was the best writer in the country.

- Okay, let's talk about that. First, come in.

“Yes, I'll be right in. ”

After hanging up the phone, Myung Seok once again looked at the hotel that had swallowed Eugene.

I wanted to go through that door to her room right now, but there was nothing I could do but turn around.

* * *

“Your reconstruction may be blocked, so you have to leave now. ”

“I'm all dressed up. I'm leaving now. ”

It was the opening day of the movie 'Mushroom Bath’. Reconstruction was supposed to watch the movie with the family as is customary today. Yeon-woo, who was in charge of the driver, was ready and waiting on the porch.

“Feels good, bro. One million copies on the day of the movie premiere! ”

As soon as I saw the reconstruction coming out of the room, Yeon-woo said.

It was on the Internet this morning.

The story "Mushroom Bath" achieved a million copies of sales was decorating all over the Internet.

“You should have a movie, too. I want to see only 20 million people, no more, no less. Five million copies for sale. ”

“Another commotion. Let's go quickly.”

The reconstruction bends at the waist and wears shoes.

At the same time, the doorbell rings. The reconstruction immediately stood up and opened the front door. There was a courier standing with several cardboard boxes.

“Excuse me, are you Mr. Hae Hae Gun's house? ”

“Yes, it's me. ”

“I have a delivery. Here you go.”

I gave him a small box of paper, and the courier turned to a very busy mood.

Reconstruction drops its eyes in the sound of distant footsteps.

Seo Sang-do.

The three letters of the name written on the box clearly entered his vision.

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