Big Life

25 - Why don't you smile (4)

“Lika doesn't seem to mind anymore. ”

“Yes, it's amazing · · · · · · · ·. ”

Yuna replied with pride and joy. As I stroked Lika's neck in my chest, my eyes became hot.

“Come and have a cup of coffee. Slowly tell me what's going on. ”

She sat on the couch and slowly drank coffee. The reconstruction across the hall was not rushed. I kept on reading until Yuna's mouth opened.

“· · · · · · · Bora. ”

When I had half a cup of coffee, Yuna took out her words.

Reconstruction raises its head.

Lika, who was sitting on his knees, leapt forward and moved to Juna.

“I don't know where to start and how to say it, but I met him at ICU Enter and found out. I was just coming up as a Hypersoda trainee. ”

It gave her a sense of security beyond the warmth of Rika.

Yuna calmly began to tell the story she had in her heart.

“Looking at the circumstances of the house, it connected to my living room. Time is tight with practice, but Bora lent me money while she was thinking about whether to hurry and Albara. Thank you so much.I was so thankful and nice until then. ”

What she did not tell her family or teammates or managers came out of her mouth.

Reconstruction silently listened to her story as she occasionally nodded her head.

Throughout the long story, his expression did not reveal any special emotions.

“· · · · · · And now he said that with a picture of the Holy See that I used to date. ”

Soon after speaking, Juna grabs the mug. The coffee that stopped steaming was cold one day.

“Pictures. ”

I muttered as the reconstruction was far away.

Yuna stares at you, grumbling.

“Don't get me wrong. They're not just weird pictures, they're just ordinary pictures. ”

“I didn't get it wrong. ”

“Oh, I'm sorry. It's just another habit of excitement. ”

Yuna blushes and drops her head.

Reconstruction was standing up with a smile on its face.

“Let's go like this. ”

Reconstruction said, holding an empty mug in both hands.

“Do what you've been doing. This is a very sensitive time, so I think it's nothing to worry about. Do you think it was wrong of her to go out with him? ”

“No, it's not. ”

“Maybe that's enough. You're a celebrity, and you don't have to stand up and tell yourself that, but if you're not proud of something, that's not at all true. ”

“Thank you, Teacher. ”

Yuna grimaces slightly at the creased tip of her nose.

I can't believe I'm so relieved to be here.

In retrospect, he was clearly desperate for his debut. Not a single little thing went unnoticed.

‘I think it's great to see you today, Lika. ’

Yuna looks down at him and talks to him. Lika looks at her with her head curled up as if she understood.

The twinkling eyes were deep as if they were being sucked out.

About half an hour later, Juna got up to say hello.

Her face is relaxed and smiling in a relaxed taxi from the rebuilding.

“Thank you very much today, sir. I'm so sorry I took such a precious time. ”

“What do you mean. Be careful. See you in a few days. ”

The cab that took Juna got away so quickly.

Turning toward the house, the rebuilding face was endlessly frozen.

He was pretending to be bold because he was in front of Juna, but not really.

Ever since I heard Bora's story, my stomach has been burning like fire.

“Lika.”

“Meow · · · · · · · ·? ”

“I think the malice of people is really scary. ”

Reconstruction carried her to the second floor of the library with her in her heart. And I sat on my laptop and started writing.

The next fragment to be featured in the 'marketplace’, the main character was an old-timer who was different from the outside. It was a model of the Old Town Head's amphibious ceremony that I learned from the library lecture.

‘Governor of the Old Town is beginning to move in and out of the market to attract the public. Market people are just a grumpy reaction to soulless activities that stop at syntax. ’

As he wrote the big story, the reconstruction came to his mind.

Unlike reality, I wanted to give hope in fiction.

I needed an incentive for the Old Town Head to change humanely in the face of a reality that was completely different from statistics.

‘Why doesn't anything come to mind? ’

Maybe it's because of what Juna told me.

I couldn't concentrate strangely.

I repeated it several times just to erase all the lines that were going down. Finally, the reconstruction takes a long sigh and bends its head long back.

“Human malice · · · · · · · · ·. ”

The reconstruction mutters, gazing up at the void.

I was actually feeling it myself.

Since the return of Juna, some people's faces have not left their minds.

Small-scale representatives of maritime media, President Jong-gu Ma, Myeong-hoon Oh, who was unwittingly bad in college, Woo Jae-hoon, Ah-ha's arrogant director, and Chae Bo-ra, the assistant writer and celebrity.

I thought it was a misconception and tried to get rid of it forcefully, but the more I did, the deeper I thought.

I was unable to write the ‘marketplace’ fragment because of their presence filled my head.

“Evil · · · · · · · Evil · · · · · Evil · · · · · · · ·. ”

With his gaze fixed on the ceiling, the reconstruction is dazed and muttered.

The white wallpaper was decorating the two loosened pupils. It was like a person possessed by a ghost.

“Meow.”

Lika steps on her back foot and scratches her reconstructed chest.

Reconstruction caught my eye slowly.

I can see Lika's eyes shaking.

Reconstruction smiled bitterly at the worried expression.

Just in time.

“ · · · · · ·?! ”

One thought flashes past both temples like lightning.

The two hands of the reconstruction then moved ahead of their thoughts. Lightning strikes the typewriter across the keyboard.

‘All of this malice unites us! ’

Tadadadak! Tadadak!

Tadahak! Tadahak!

Ten fingers poured out like a thick rainstorm in the middle of the summer, vomiting countless words.

As countless words became sentences, the world's only malice took shape.

I couldn't figure out what I was using, beating the typewriter.

It wasn't a novel.

It was not a composition for writing novels. Reconstruction is just pouring all the malice it knows onto the Word screen.

Reconstruction forgot the passage of time and wrote.

Lika did not interfere with him, who began to immerse himself.

I was crouching from the knee of reconstruction to the edge of the table.

Winter's sun set quickly.

The library is darkened without the light on.

In the darkness all around, only the bluish monitor and Lika's two eyes were emitting light.

But the reconstruction did not stop.

The malice pours out endlessly, with ten fingers hitting the keyboard without rest.

Malice to survive in modern societies, malice to make yourself stand out, malice from hatred of self and standards elsewhere, malice · · · · · · · for no particular reason · · · ·.

It was really diverse.

Pot!

The library became brighter in broad daylight.

Su Hee, who pressed the light switch and stood at the threshold, was unable to keep her mouth shut.

The rebuilding, with a bent back, was still beating the batsman. Su-hee came home from work and didn't even know she was standing behind her back.

“What are you working so hard with all the lights out? ”

“· · · · · · · When did you come? ”

“This is ridiculous. I don't know if he's a thief. ”

Su-hee lowers her bag and approaches, smiling as if it were a joke. She hugs the reconstruction from behind her back and throws her eyes into the monitor.

“What are you writing? Marketplace?”

“No, that's not it. ”

Reconstruction shrugs the end of the horse and puts one hand on the back of Su-hee's hand. My favorite aromatic body in the world still excites me.

Suddenly, I felt exhausted.

“What, it's a little weird to read this? ”

Su Hee grimaced one eye and reached out with the mouse. Scroll up and look at the text from the beginning, and her expression hardens even more.

“Haejeon, what are you writing? ”

“I don't know what to say. ”

Reconstruction was a slow speech as he organized his thoughts.

“I should say I've brought together the malice of people I've felt in my life. ”

“Why all of a sudden. ”

“I don't know. Like you said, it just came out of nowhere. From the looks of it, you've created a human who's united with malice enough to think there's no one worse in the world. ”

Suddenly Su-hee knew that the back of the reconstruction was wet with sweat.

Su-hee's hand inside the shirt strokes the bare flesh of the reconstruction.

Her fingertips feel the muscles of her entire body that have expanded so far that she can't even make a bitter smile.

“I wish I could tell you how distracted I am again. ”

“It's usually like this. ”

“If it's a good article, I won't say it. It's bad for your mental health to be so immersed in such a dull content. ”

Reconstruction smiles and reaches out both hands on the keyboard.

Su-hee pushed his hand. Then he sits on his ass on the knee of reconstruction and asks,

“Is it a crime for me to do this? ”

“Well, I don't know about that. ”

The reconstruction tilts its head and lays a hand on Su-hee's thigh. Su-hee tingles as her hand enters the skirt.

“Your malice is always welcome. ”

“Stop looking at the monitor and look at my face. ”

“I'm watching. All you have to do is save it for a while. ”

“Don't even save it. ”

“Whoa.”

Su-hee kisses and rebuilds.

The two men tangled and fell to the ground. Lyka, who woke up without a sound, was avoiding her seat outside the library.

* * *

Reconstruction guesses were correct.

Time passed and it became a new year, but nothing happened to Juna.

Bora is silent and says nothing. Rumors with the Emperor were not found anywhere on the Internet.

Yuna was constantly in the rebuilding program. Recognition has increased daily and has also increased significantly as a member of Hypersoda.

It was a busy day where she couldn't rest for a single day, but she was very happy.

One cold day in January.

It was the day the Internet came out as an article about the drama "Summer of Twenty Years" that broke through 30% of viewership. In the office of the Busheon writer who is warming up, he did not stop laughing.

“You're finally getting married. I envy you."

The sight of her muttering with her eyes was a twisted expression on her stomach.

Minho and Eun-young were about to announce their marriage news in front of the writers.

Bong asked, shining both eyes.

“Well, congratulations. Where are you going on your honeymoon? ”

“Oh, I'm going to Guam for four days and three nights. ”

“That would be so nice. I've never been abroad. ”

“This is my first time, too. Eun-young. I've been to Japan a few times. ”

Minho and Eun-young glanced at each other and laughed.

I didn't know the two hands that held each other were still falling apart.

“Actually, I was trying to skip my honeymoon because I had some expense issues and couldn't finish my deadline. But the writer jumped up and down. ”

“I think so, too. It's only once in a lifetime. You know how everyone loves it when you don't look at the Internet honeymoon reviews? ”

“My wand wants to marry you so badly. ”

“Heehee, that's right. I'd like to meet a nice person and get married soon, to be honest. I'm lonely. I want to have kids. ”

Bong smiled adorably and expressionlessly.

Then the sight sitting next to him consciously raises his hand and clears his head.

Eun-young mutters.

“Ha, I don't know how to repay you. ”

“What are you talking about? ”

“A honeymoon. It's from the writer Ha. It's a wedding gift.”

“Oh, really?! ”

“Hey, Jang Eun-young. Writer Ha says it's a secret. ”

“Whatever, I can't keep this a secret. ”

Right then.

You are prompted to enter your password.

Soon after the door opened, a rebuild appeared that wrapped Lika around him. The writers gathered together stood up and greeted him.

“Hello, Writer Ha. ”

“What brings you all here? ”

“We were talking about getting married. ”

“Haha, I didn't know what to do with your faces. ”

The reconstruction puts her down and heads to the kitchen.

Minho runs to the side and pushes the reconstruction to pick up the mug.

“I got you some new coffee. This is delicious, but I'll pour you a drink. Try it. ”

“No, if you give me a ride, I'll take it myself. ”

“Just sit down. ”

Minho pushed out the reconstruction of Hansako, poured a cup of coffee by hand and gave it to the reconstructor.

After tasting the pungent aroma, I had a sip of reconstruction and opened my eyes wide.

“It smells good and tastes good. ”

“Right?"

“Yes, I don't really know the taste of coffee, but I like it anyway. I'm sure he'll write well after his special coffee today. ”

“If my coffee helps, I'll make sure to have it whenever you leave the office in the future. ”

“I'm just saying. ”

Minho, who was facing the reconstruction, whispered in a low voice.

“Thank you very much, Writer Ha. ”

“Now that you know what you're talking about, stop it. ”

“I got married safely and saved the charter house. Plus, we'll send you on your honeymoon and pay your bills really quickly. If it wasn't for you, I'd start renting in a noisy market place. ”

“How many times have I told you there's no need to rush? ”

Reconstruction was overwhelming, and I woke up.

It was when he went to his seat and sat in front of his laptop.

Thinking about what to write first today.

Minho's words just now rang his ears again.

If it wasn't for you, I'd start renting in a noisy market place.

‘Oh, yeah! ’

The reconstruction flicks your fingers as you stretch into your body. This is why communication is important. Thanks to you coming to the office today, I found Minho and extracted valuable jewelry.

‘The newlyweds were forced to enter the market, not because of work. How about a young couple who started living in three rooms in a noisy, old market with cheap rent · · ·? ’

Ta-da-da! Tadak!

The story of the newlyweds started to form in the 'marketplace’.

Two independent stories, divided by men and women, filled the Word program with subtraction.

Reconstruction did not stop laughing on the lines of drinking like water.

‘I think this might be a good idea. ’

Adding three pieces to the story of the Old Town Commissioner and the newlyweds could end the ‘marketplace’ writing.

The next article came to mind about the draft manuscript for The Bress, and about the human malice that was still obscured in form.

‘Is the necessity for this malice correct, but is the novel correct · · · · · · ·. ’

Glug glug!

My phone rang and I called.

Reconstruction stopped the hand that was beating the batsman, picked up the phone and took it to the ear.

“Hello."

- Ha, sir, I'm a Hyundai reporter. I just wanted to give you a call.

“Yes?”

The reconstruction puzzled my head. I wonder what the sex offender in Japan would suddenly call to say about the entertainment department.

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