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24 – Dragon Rider (3)

“What is wrong with you, Father? You should always be careful, don't you know it's dangerous to run like that? ”

“Enough. The boatman told me about it. Enough. ”

Questions from two wealthy people exchanged in the VIP room.

His face was fat because he couldn't face the bed.

The guard, who jumped out of shock on the captain's phone, was crumpling his forehead as he untied his tie.

“Listen to the captain when he tells you. My father is not Yi Pal-chul. My mother's not here, and the only person standing next to me is the boatman, so please don't make me worry about people! ”

“I told you, man! Why are you speaking so highly today? ”

“Ha · · · · · · · ·! ”

Kyoho vomits a hot sigh and leaves the room.

As he went out and the door closed, the road that was purposely built in the face of the confessor immediately faltered.

“Son, who did well, raise your voice · · · · · · · · ”

He muttered because he was far away.

The boat captain, who was standing quietly by the bed, carefully looked at the horse.

“He's just having a hard time expressing · · · · · · · because he cares about you more than anyone else. ”

“I know. I've been there. ”

“Sorry for the overstatement. ”

Gyu Baek stared out the window with the curtain removed for a long time.

His two lifeless eyes were filled with scenery of Namsan Tower, Han River and Mt. Right.

‘You're very old.' ’

The captain of the boat who stood still was in a frenzy.

I felt sorry for him as he sat with his shoulders shrugged.

If I had been skinny in the first place, I would have been less.

He was originally a tall, sturdy and graceful man. That person is drying up every day.

According to the boat master's memory, it was a continuous downward curve from the year I left my loving wife first.

“Hey, boatman. ”

“Yes, sir. ”

I stopped thinking about it immediately and replied.

The two eyes of Kwaibaek were still following the outside landscape.

“How long have you worked beside me? ”

“Yes, it's been 15 years this year. ”

“It's been a long time since the strong mountains have changed. Everything happened. I think you must be bored, too. ”

“Bored, I am the luckiest and most blessed person in my life to serve you. ”

“Don't be absent. ”

“It doesn't sound absent. It was all thanks to your grace that I was able to send my children off to college and live as the rightful head of household until that day without ever hearing a word from my wife. You are a wonderful person. ”

The captain bowed at a 90-degree angle and thanked me.

Suddenly, his head had fairly white hair. Kwai Baek smiled bitterly at the mouth, reminiscing about the years.

“By the way · · · · · · · · · · I'm offended because I let that girl go. ”

Kyungbaek changed the topic and muttered.

The face of the woman who helped her collapse from the seizure came to life.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take any chances, either. ”

“You have nothing to apologize for, and I don't feel right about it. If you had help, you'd have to pay me back. I don't have a contact, so this is it. ”

“Maybe I'll see you again. Maybe it's near his company. ”

“I think so.”

Kyungbaek turned his head to the side for a few moments.

Looking at the door, his son jumped out, he said,

“When did you say your oldest son was getting married? ”

“Just a little bit ahead, and it's the second half of next month. ”

“Excellent. I hope he marries you soon, too. Poor thing doesn't realize he's the heir. Do you intend to die of old age as a widow while you work your whole life? ”

Kyu-baek did not consider the woman that his son liked at first as a bride.

There must be a good reason why you shouldn't introduce yourself. I thought there must be a serious defect somewhere.

* * *

A vision like that.

Kyu, who was standing in the hallway outside the room, was still unable to unravel.

It was not that Father's circulation towards the deceased Mother was not incomprehensible.

But on the one hand, the stuffy heart is inevitable.

“If you don't like remarriage, maybe you should make love. ”

It was two rich people who were worried that each other was alone with one wall between them.

Kyoho strides to the vending machine, his head trembling.

Meanwhile, the phone rang and a message flew from Jae-in.

- Did you solve the problem? I'm worried about you.

- Yes, thank God it's done. I really don't want you to come in front of the company today. You'll soon be paid ten times what Bourne did.

He wrote a reply instead of a phone call.

It's because I was afraid that my uncomfortable feelings would show up in my voice.

It's not worth ten times that, and only ten more drinks in front of the coffee you're having today. ^ ^

- A hundred million drinks is fine.

After replying, I opened the Guardian's Photo Tray.

He laughed as he remembered the face of a genius who was emitting freshness.

Continue until you hear residual saliva coming from behind the door.

* * *

Tadadadak!

Tadahak! Tadahak!

In the office of the writer Bucheon, I didn't think the sound of joyful typewriters would stop today.

The ten fingers of Yeongwoo were running vigorously on the keyboard.

‘I guess the worries are gone now. ’

Somi, who was painting the cover on the desk across one seat, smiled at Yeongwoo.

It was Yeon-woo who was struggling because the sales of novels were low. Fortunately, I regained my strength soon after the night of the rebuilding.

“Yay, finish it! ”

After taking the dot, I was cheered by Yeon-woo.

Immediately after that, I closed my mouth and tightened my head, looking back at Somi.

“I'm sorry, I was so excited about it. ”

“I'm fine. There are no other writers. ”

The only writers in the common workshop in the living room were Yeongwoo and Somi.

Lika and her eyebrush were curled up next to Somi's mouse and on her knees, respectively.

Yeon-woo raises her base and mutters as she looks around the room.

“It's almost lunchtime, and the reconstruction will still be against you today. ”

“Wouldn't it be nice to see you still not coming out? ”

Somi looked back and heard the words.

There was reconstruction in the room where they were looking.

He looks out the door as he turns on the light and knocks on the batter.

“Now that you're done, you might feel a bit overwhelmed. ”

The novel I'm writing is called "The Dungeon of Oscars."

So I was nervous all day, except when I was sleeping. Lika didn't even come close to knowing his mind, which made him all nervous.

“Then shall we eat together again today? ”

“Yes, you should. ”

Somi stood up, answering.

I hoped that my inner reconstruction would work together, but today it failed. It's been days since I've had a conversational conversation in the same office.

He felt so good about Yeon-woo.

As he left the front door open, he proposed in an excited voice.

“Representative Jung, would you like to go to a nice chicken rib place in the buffet? ”

“We're going to complain? ”

“If you take the car, it won't take long. Shall we go?”

“I'm sorry. I'm a little tired, and I'd like to take care of it at the nearby arcade. ”

Somi stopped smiling as if she was sorry.

The rejected fellowship smiles forcefully, trying not to feel the grass die.

“Then we'll go to the chicken ribs next. What would you like?”

“I don't care about anything. The menu is handpicked by this author. ”

“Representative Jung enjoyed his noodle soup before. Let's go there again today. ”

“Don't mind my appetite. Make it your favorite. ”

As a cow, I couldn't help but care about Somi's taste.

No, of course I've reached the point where I have to care. The reason was that I was clearly shaped in my heart even when I was not aware of it.

“Do you want me to tell you a story about a fashionable comedy? Do not splash on your arms while boiling the beam noodles. Do you know why? because your arms are unbuttoned. Hahahahaha!”

“Oh, it's so much fun that I'm going to have to roll the floor. It's another humor you learned from Writer Kang Min-ho, right? ”

I was just glad that Somi's ridiculous and smiling reaction made me happy.

Her straight eyes, always looking at people as they were, were the best.

‘If only I had been better.' ’

That was the only thought Yeon-ju had all the time eating knife noodles.

It should be called qualifications.

Compared to Somi, who is pretty, cute, sprightly, kind, and good at his job, he feels so lacking.

The industry novel is consecutive and cannot escape the classics.

It's all thanks to the help of rebuilding that we make a living.

What if the accommodation offices and managers are gone?

The conclusion was that there was nothing left for him.

“You're blowing noodles, writer. What are you doing? ”

“Oh, yeah. Let's eat, let's eat. ”

Somi unleashed a full plate of noodles and soup.

Yeongwoo resolved with a pair of chopsticks.

You must grow into a wonderful human being. Immersed in compassion, he shoves a handful of cotton balls into his mouth at once and spits it out again because it is too hot.

* * *

“How do you feel? Does it still hurt? ”

“The ointment made me feel better. ”

I rubbed the inside of Burton's mouth with the tip of my tongue and pressed the password.

As soon as the front door opened, it was rebuilt at the end of the living room. I was sipping coffee as I stroked the Lika on my knee.

“Uh, reconstruction, bro. You made it.”

“Just now. Did you have lunch with Somi? ”

“Yes, I ate the Bajrang knife noodles. You should eat some too. ”

“I'm going to go out and eat. I have an appointment.”

“Where are you going? I'll take you there. ”

“I'll go. I'm going to see the director. I don't know how long it's going to take. ”

Soon, the reconstruction of having finished the coffee put down the Lika and stood up.

Yeon-woo carelessly spits out when she sees that his chin is blacker than usual.

“Don't you shave? ”

“Oh, right. I almost forgot. Thank you. ”

Reconstruction grabbed the bottom of his greasy chin and headed to the bathroom.

The moment I saw his face reflected in the mirror, my body suddenly became stiff. I've been up all night, and I can't believe I've gotten this nervous.

“Why won't you help me? ”

It was a word that leaked out through the crack in my lips.

In the meantime, I felt vague about something.

It was that I couldn't hear Seo Gun Woo's voice from some point.

Every moment, the memories of the time when I used to exchange opinions, argue, and seek better answers became increasingly blurry.

I wrote a lot more fantasy novels.

This is without any teachings at all.

In fact, while writing the last volume of the 'Dungeon of Oscar’, the reconstruction could not feel the existence of Seogonwoo at all.

“I'm anxious, would it be okay to finish like this? ”

I didn't ask for an answer.

Could it have been true to hear Seo Gun Woo's voice in the first place?

Or was it just an illusion of being alone?

Now that I think about it, it was a reconstruction that couldn't be distinguished. As if trying to wake up from a dream, he turned the water on and washed his face thoroughly with cold water.

* * *

“That was fun. If this is a confirmed manuscript, can I update it right away? ”

“Oh, an update? ”

“We have to prepare for the new season of Oscar's dungeon. That's why I was waiting for the last one, right? ”

He asked again as if Kyoho was saying something naturally.

“Isn't the last volume you showed me today a little more than half? Please speak to me as soon as you know the outcome. ”

“Very well. I'll do that. ”

Two people picked up chopsticks.

For both of them, today's lunch late was a frontal lobe.

Immediately after removing the frontal bone one ladle at a time.

“To another director today · · · · · · ·. ”

“· · · · · · · · · · that is important to the teacher. ”

The two men pull the horse out at the same time and shut up.

After looking at each other shyly, the reconstruction first showed his hands.

“Speak first. ”

“No, sir, you go first. ”

“That's because my story might be longer. Unlike me, the Director of South Korea is very good at clarifying words, so please do it first. ”

“Well, let's see. ”

Kyoho put down his chopsticks and wet his neck with a sip of water.

It's because I thought I already knew what the topic of the rebuilding was. Today's position, as expected, did not look like lunch, but rather a tough fight.

After drinking water, the guard clears his voice with a couple of coughs.

His cautious eyes turn towards reconstruction.

“The Bress. ”

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