Big Life
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“Rebuild brother? What's that?”
“· · · · · · · · It's nothing. Let's go to the car."
The reconstruction of the back seat was staring down empty-handed at the box above the knee. When I met him the other day, I ended up drinking too much and broke up without saying anything. What in God's name did he send the courier with?
What's wrong with him all of a sudden? ’
Yeongwoo started and cleared her eyes with a strange look.
Suddenly, the expression of rebuilding became heavy. I was curious, but without asking, he stepped on Axel.
The box was sealed tightly with tape. I went to great lengths to tear down the reconstruction because I didn't have a cutting knife. Opening it, I found a thick note and a small envelope inside the box.
The envelope was new compared to the old notebook. I opened the envelope thinking the reconstruction was written by the merchant.
As expected, it was a line that contained the passages of Sangdo's verse.
- To Dr. Harecon.
Seoseongdo.
This pen feels really awkward. Since the hangover of last night did not go away, please consider the pen. When you have finished reading this letter, I ask you to burn it.
In retrospect, it's a strange fate. I can't believe my father's relics turned out to be kites, so I met him like this. The more I think about it, the weirder I laugh without knowing it.
The teacher's question that day was my heart.
It's hard for me to tell you why my father and I didn't get along so well. No one in the world knows why I hate my father.
I'm going to tell you that story now. It's a story that you can't face. I don't even know why I'm telling such a painful story.
I just felt like I needed to tell you.
It's a reward for taking care of my father's house and old things. even though there's not much to pay for it.
A long time ago · · · · · ·
I plagiarized.
I'm sure you've guessed by now. This is my book, "Finding the Way," which I also had at my teacher's house.
I was also complimented by the paragraphs that it was a good work. I refused to accept the parent literature award. because, as I said, it's stolen and written.
And
The target of the theft was my father.
I plagiarized my father's unfinished novels, replicating his first novel, which had only been retired hundreds of thousands of times in over a decade.
Plagiarists were often unconscious when defending themselves. I clearly had a mind and I copied my father's novel. It's true all the time.
I grew up admiring my father's incredible handwriting.
I started writing when I was a child, whether I inherited my father's temperament as a child. And as I got older, as I wrote, I was overwhelmed.
Twenty hours a day, I couldn't even step on my father's shadow. It was a day when no matter how bad I bit my teeth, I was left behind.
Since middle school, the boy who started to stand out at events clearly realized when he became a college student.
It was different from my natural talent.
You can ignore it as being too frivolous and subjective. But in my life, I meant it. I've never seen a writer write as great as my father.
Because of my father's privilege as a son, I was able to read many of his many habits. It's all been a pile of work since I was born.
As I said, no work has seen the light of the world.
It was great enough to feel inferiority in my eyes, but not in my father's last name.
I once shed tears alone because I was sad that I was buried in the attic without being able to read them to people.
My father always complimented me.
It's good writing, it's good writing, it'll be even better if you refine it.
But one day, I didn't hear my father's compliment right away. Maybe this is just sympathy. Maybe he thinks he wrote well enough about you.
He's angry, sad, and doesn't get it · · · · because he doesn't go out into the world like his father.
The tangled emotions made me plagiarize. I think it was a pretty big self-rational idea to want to expose my father's power to the world.
But it was more of a personal nervousness.
When I was young for a day, I wanted to imprint three letters of my name on the paragraph. So I needed my father's strength. There was also a belief that God would forgive me for my habitual work because I am no one else but an only child.
The result is what I look like today.
The day the incident arose, my father packed up and left the house. He burned all the marshes in the attic. He was very angry, but he only said one word to me.
You're still my son, but you're not a writer anymore.
I hardly ever saw him since.
I bumped into him at home, but he never greeted me. Sometimes he would come home and take only what he needed and go on another long trip.
In the meantime, I haven't done anything for a long time.
I've been living like a maggot through my father's savings to this day. I thought living like this was revenge for my father.
It's pathetic, isn't it?
How did you get this story out of your drink?
Recalculate.
The note enclosed is my father's habit of plagiarism.
The only one I hid from was the flowerpot. I don't deserve it and I can't throw it away, so I would appreciate it if you could take care of it like your father's other items.
From now on, I'm going to take a long journey.
Perhaps it will be a journey in pursuit of my father's trail.
I'll contact you on the way back, so please don't look for me.
Thank you for reading the long magazine.
“ · · · · · ·. ”
Reconstruction was unable to fold the letter that had finished reading immediately. After decades of two rich men, it seemed to pierce his heart.
“Hey, are you okay? ”
Yeongwoo stopped in front of the enemy's signal and asked through a rear-view mirror.
“I've been worried about you. Is that a bad thing? ”
“It's nothing. Never mind. ”
Reconstruction eased the anxiety of the kite and put the letter in an envelope.
Subsequently, his hands are headed for an old, thick note.
The only book left without a fire.
In both hands, the heavy breath of Seo Gun-woo seems to be transmitting to Orloth. After turning over a page, the title that appeared was "Big Life."
* * *
“Uh, galaxy. ”
- I'm heading back to the bathhouse with the writers. It's Yoon Tae-sung. He took a good shot. Five million viewers should be simple.
“I don't know if I can win or lose. Thank you for taking such good care of me. ”
I put down the scenario that Tae-sung was reading and turned my head back. Rubbing his drowsy eyes, he asked on his phone.
“How's the marketplace? ”
- It's our first broadcast today. Now you just have to sit there hoping for better viewership.
"Marketplace" is the title of a three-election drama written in a script of reconstruction. The title "Mayor and People" was rejected because it was too outdated. The restructuring part of the title change was simply skipped without any complaints.
The word of the galaxy continues beyond the radio waves.
- You can't even get some rest. There's still a storm, isn't there?
“I was reading the scenario you sent me. After this, I'll really rest for a year. ”
- Do you think you can cast an actor named Yale?
“First test results are favorable for Tincent Pictures. They say it'll work in China. We'll see about that. Not one or two aspiring actors. ”
- I wish there were more movies. The mustard has already appeared in the bathtub. I heard it's related to this keyword.
“Perhaps Mr. Hong Ye should raise his awareness. ”
As he replied, he recalled the appearance of the grail he had seen a few days ago.
Yesl was passionately practicing the script of 'Gale Wrath’ without even realizing that Tae-sung had appeared. He understands there's a very low chance of being selected as a lead actress.
- It's gonna be okay. Director Yoon Tae-tae.
“Done. By the way, do you have time today? Shall we have dinner together and defend the marketplace headquarters? ”
- All right, that's a lot of money. I'll shoot. Where are we meeting?
“I'll pick you up at the office by 7: 00. ”
- Okay, I'll see you then.
He hung up his phone and looked around. And I laughed as soon as I checked that no one was there. I was delighted to hear the voice of the brightest galaxy ever.
I started reading again with the scenario 'Gale Anger’, which I had just released.
Not a single part could be skipped. To repay the reconstruction for her smile a little more.
* * *
Late night cafes in the city.
The delay in sitting down just now was discouraged and I lost my words. The woman in her 30s across the street just looked at her as if she didn't know why.
“Ha, local TV? ”
“Why are you so surprised? You haven't heard from the writer, have you? You're Mr. Won, right? ”
“Yes, yes · · · · · · Yes · Yeah, but... ”
The delay gives you a nod and mutters.
Bora arranged this for me.
Since I can't enter ICU entertainment right now, I have a message to see when I'm ready. I was hoping it was a good spot, but it was a completely different kind from what I expected.
“You can work for me from now on. ”
I put down a bunch of paperwork like a woman threw it. It was a detailed manual on her current cultural journey program.
“Go straight ahead. Bring me the data from the patrol city of Gangwon Province by the end of next week. ”
“You know, it's... ”
“Your salary starts from ₩ 750,000. You don't mind, do you?”
The woman did not wait, but spoke unilaterally.
The delay was so overwhelming that I opened my mouth to expose my neck.
750,000 won a month was less than the salary of an assistant writer who had done so far.
“I've got to get up. I'm busy. If you have any questions, please do so quickly. ”
“Well, 750,000 won a month is too much. ”
“Too few? Did you take care of her?”
“Even if I meet you like this, my career is pretty. ”
There was a blatant talk on the woman's face. She turns her head back and blows her nose.
“You're a little writer, aren't you?”
“Yes · · · · · · ·? ”
“Why does someone you know ask such a stuffy question? You put that on your career? Do you have any of your own? ”
The delay drops your head.
I couldn't help but feel the tears pouring out.
Inside, I was angry and unfair. He thought he would be able to make a good work if he had the opportunity.
“Hey, Mr. Won Delay. I've been down here a long time, and I think I know what Mr. Delay is thinking. Why is it so depressing that you don't recognize someone as talented as you are? ”
The delay gripped and did not answer.
I knew they weren't asking for answers in the first place. For the same purpose of advice or contempt.
I also realized.
Bora fooled me completely.
The day will never come when you enter ICU entertainment and write a web drama script. You'll spend every day in agony, suffering like never before.
“I won't say anything else. Wake up and call me by morning. If not, we have to get someone else soon. ”
The woman stood up.
She adds one last thing, rather than turning around.
“But there's nowhere else to go, isn't there? Let's start tomorrow, okay? ”
The woman hides her tracks outside the café.
The opening song of the three-piece drama "Marketplace" was streaming from the wall-mounted TV.
The delay caused a deafness in hearing the sound.
With two tears flowing through my eyes.
* * *
The moment the delay shifts with pain.
The reconstructed families were gathered in front of the big TV in the living room. I didn't know that the mouth of the apple cutter would stop screaming.
“Now I see my son at home. Jae-in, why does this end in three verses? Shouldn't we rebuild at least 30 chapters? ”
“Oh my God, a single act isn't always bad. And the reconstruction hasn't done TV drama yet, and in three episodes, it's a great place to start. ”
“It's so noisy! ”
The stone stood up with a fat expression.
I thought it would be better to watch it alone on the second floor TV. Nam and Jae grip the pole and press down again.
“Okay, okay. You won't be dazed from now on, so pay attention. ”
“You have to understand. If you're reconstructing a work, it's very simple. ”
“I'm really going up. ”
“No, Dad! I'm not telling you anything! ”
“I don't believe you. ”
The buzzer rings while the buzzer sounds.
As soon as I checked the intercom, Jae-in rebounded and stood up.
“Rebuild! You said you were busy. What's up? ”
“You haven't started yet? We have to hold the fort together. ”
Reconstruction drove me through the garden and into the house. As soon as he sat in the living room, he hugged and liked it.
“It's nice to watch it on TV, but I like meeting you in person like this. My precious son. Have you eaten?”
“I did, then. What time is it? Oh, here we go. ”
The logo of the 'marketplace’ was full of TV screens.
As I was looking at it in harmony with my family, my sense of accomplishment was clouding the rebuilding.
‘Thank you, sir. ’
Reconstruction lifted my head and thanked me. Both hands were touching the thick, old notebook on the bridge the whole time. Examining the meaning of what a great life you wanted.
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