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27 – Highlighted (3)
“Never let the ventilator out. If you take out your respirator now, you're going to break your internal organs. ”
“ · · · · · ·! ”
I wanted to believe that Yeon-woo was a dream.
Like a piece of wood, his dry father's arms were thin enough to be held by his child's hands. When did you get so dry?
It's just unbelievable.
The blurred gaze of the father toward his son was desperate.
The steam on the respiratory system is pathetic.
The look of wanting to say something.
However, as Yeon-woo held on to his father's arm harder and harder as he felt weaker.
I said, "No, the doctor talked me out of it. You said no ventilators. ”
I have to say it again and again.
How did this happen in the world?
He was a healthy father.
There were no signs or signs of anything.
Occasionally, if I send money to my mother's account and ask her how she is, she said that she is always healthy. That's why it was a big mistake to be relieved.
“Hold still, Father. ”
Tears poured out on Yeongwoo's upper lip, vomiting hot breath.
“Why is it suddenly getting so bad? You walked with me until last week. You said you were going to Mount Chilbo. You said you were going to a motel. ”
They'll force you to take him into custody and get a full screening before they can pay your bills.
You'll think twice before you talk back.
She'll eat at the same table as the nagging. He'll follow you once on a hike.
The regrets that began to come to my mind were endless. It really is a cruel feeling.
Yeon-woo was miserable.
The sky is falling.
It breaks my heart.
Life so far has been completely wrong.
“Yeongwoo Yao · · · · · · · · ·. ”
My mother's voice rang behind my back when I left for a moment to get my supplies.
Yeon-woo did not look back.
I don't want my mother to see tears flowing. I think I'm gonna get my ass kicked when I grumble at my dad like that.
“Guests · · · · · · · · · Guests came · · · · · · · ·. ”
“ · · · · · ·? ”
It was only when Yeon-woo turned around that she was a guest.
There was a reconstruction standing next to the unfaithful Mother.
I wonder how fast they ran.
My head was splattered and my face was covered in sweat. He breathes a harsh breath without even trying to pull his outfit down behind his shoulder.
“Yeon Woo.”
You take two steps forward with a trembling voice. The gaze crossed the shoulders of Yeongwoo and turned to the patient who lay prone in bed. As soon as the patient's gaze met, the reconstruction bowed its head with a hard smile.
“Good morning, Father. It's called Havehan, a writer who works with Yeon Woo. ”
The two eyes of Yeon-woo's father, which had never been released, shone brightly. Reconstruction added to the expression of curiosity, even with exhausted energy.
“I guess Yeon-woo didn't say much. I'm writing a lotus, Father. There's a lot of publications. It's a paper book.”
Reconstruction rumbles through his empty pockets. After that, I took out my phone, searched for Yeon woo's works and shined it over my father's eyes.
“I'm in a hurry to get to the paper, Dad. Look at this. These are all from Yeon-woo. It sells well in e-books. It's the Internet age now. It sells better than paper books. It's famous for its beeswax.”
The rebuilt voice continued to explain.
Next to him, Yeon-woo bowed her head and didn't even waver.
“Hey, Yeon-woo. I think he has something to say. ”
“No. ”
“Why not? ”
“The doctor says don't take out your respirator. My guts are ruined. ”
“What--? ”
Reconstruction has not yet seen patients with late stage cancer up close. Somehow I felt confused about Yeon-woo.
They may not know what to do.
“Wait, I'll go see the doctor. ”
when reconstruction stood up to say that.
My father's lips sprayed in my respirator. He was drawn like a magnet and gathered his eyes with his father's mouth.
‘Yes · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ’
Father's shy heart is very slow.
I dug with my son's chest one letter at a time.
I started shorting my breath again.
The doctor ran into the room.
Yeon-woo bit her lip holding her father's hand. The medical death sentence containing the current time and condition flowed out of the doctor's mouth in less than five minutes.
Then Yeon-woo was able to burst the fever she had endured.
* * *
The funeral proceeded on day 3.
The writers of the office came around and stayed up all night. Specifically, Somi stayed behind to help with the funeral.
“Looks like Yeon Woo has succeeded. ”
“When you see all the controversial people coming. ”
“Didn't you say high school? ”
“Oh, my God, is there a punishment in the world these days? How corny.”
The patrons who came to the funeral hall were busy whispering in all directions. He glanced at the rebuilding and retrofitting in a black suit.
“You're much more handsome in person. ”
“I guess it's true that you're close with Hae Hae Hae Hae. I thought everything that came out of the arts was a lie. ”
“How does Yeon-woo know those great men? ”
“What have you been listening to? She's writing in Yeon Woo's office, Haejeon's writer. ”
“Hi-go! So that writer has some recognition? ”
The sadness of leaving the family is that Orlot belongs to the family.
Yeon-woo was silently guarding the residence while other advisers were chatting in their excitement.
“We are blessed · · · · · · · ·. Thank you so much for being busy with writer teachers. Haejgan, thank you so much. Thank you so much for taking good care of our alliance. ”
Yeon-woo's mother repeated her words of gratitude throughout the funeral.
Every time I heard that, the writers just lowered their heads because they couldn't face each other.
A living room outside the funeral hall.
“How could this happen to Yeon-woo? ”
Minho, sitting on the bench, muttered with red eyes, looking across the sky.
Especially sentimental, he hid in the unseen and cried a lot after the breeding grounds.
“Marriage is a honeymoon, so I've heard a lot about it. · · · · · · I wish I could ask you the right question once about why you used to go home so often. ”
“Stop it, brother. ”
Eun-young, who was sitting next to him, wraps her hands around the back of his hand. Her eyes were puffy, saying the same thing.
“You're the saddest person alive. If you keep doing this, it's going to hurt Yeon-woo's heart. ”
“I know, I know. ”
Minho blurred his words. After a long sigh of remorse, he switched the subject and asked.
“Are you sure you don't have some sort of expense issue? ”
“No, he doesn't. Hah, the writer has checked everything. ”
“Yes, Writer Ha takes good care of himself. ”
“From what my mother said, Yeon-woo did well in between. He sent me a whole bunch of money home. ”
“Yeah · · · · · · · · The cow will be fine, right? ”
“I can't guarantee that. I care more because he was so bright. We have to take good care of him anyway. ”
Eun-young turned around and sighed.
It was her honesty that worried about reconstruction as much as Yeon Woo. Raindrops were falling from the gray sky.
* * *
The funeral was over.
I gave a one-on-one thank you to the reconstruction of Yeon-woo who had taken off her gloves after finishing her appointments.
“Thank you, brother. Reconstruction. ”
“Don't say that. What did I tell you? ”
“You watched my father die. And thanks to you, for the first time in my life, I was praising my father. I had to take out my respirator, but I thought about it a lot. ”
“Yeon Woo.”
“Thanks to you, I was praised by my father. Heh heh. ”
Yeongwoo was smiling brightly with tears in her eyes. It was hard to watch, so the reconstruction accidentally lowered its eyes.
“Oh, by the way, I didn't get a chance to say thank you to Mr. Jung. ”
“You can come by the office later and talk to me. ”
“Yes, you should. He's been with me for three days. I can't tell you how much she praised you for being so pretty. And Joon, my brother's loyalty! Now I want to defend every real pro that comes out of JooJoon's office. I won't even look at Joon's CF films and competitor merchandise. ”
The voice of Yeongwoo began to liven up.
The personality that considered the atmosphere before his own heart also did not go anywhere.
Reconstruction felt even more heartbreaking.
“That's right, brother, reconstruction. I heard that you were offered to film in China during the reentry? ”
“Ahh · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”
“What are you going to do? Of course I do.”
“We haven't made the right decision yet. ”
Reconstruction failed to connect the horses.
Yeongwoo was smiling like a tear, her mouth tightening. Through his wet eyes, the reconstruction was reminiscent of a long time ago.
“I will. ”
Immediately, the rebuilding echoed through my neck.
I forgot the best fan of Poongcheon Oil writer. I had completely forgotten any youth who had dreamed of becoming a writer through Yooncheon oil.
“Of course I do. Poongcheon oil made my name known to the world. We have to put all this behind us. So our writer's office just started, huh? We're gonna have to buy the whole officetel building. ”
“Wow, what a lot of oil! The scale is different!”
Reconstructing the cheerful kite, I hugged her.
After a while, the reconstruction heard the flurry of Yeongwoo dipping her face into her shoulders.
The rain that was pouring intermittently for three days suddenly stopped completely.
* * *
- He'll give you all the support you need. He said he would put the terms in the contract. all the support you need for your writing until the end of the third book of the book. We'll do it no matter how much it costs. This is a real tincent. Wow! These are the people who are going to do it!
The voice of Thaewon who cuts through the radio waves is agitated.
Reconstruction was smiling faintly and listening to the phone.
- Especially the modern Journal, huh? Mr. Ha, not to mention all the money you'll be spending on accommodations, guides, vehicles, and other research in all of China. All you have to do is come back, yeah. Just the body.
“Representative Kwon, I see you getting more and more excited. ”
- No, Mr. Ha. Do I look like I'm not getting excited?
“But Jules, you're so excited that you're forgetting one important thing. ”
- Important facts?
Reconstruction on the couch. Headed to the coffee maker with an empty mug, he added.
“You seem to have forgotten where the Jolly Rock Series Copyright is. ”
- Huh? Aah!
Tae-won's intense sobbing echoes through the radio.
Reconstruction smiled on its own when I thought of the expression that would blow his mind.
“You forgot as well. Wow, it's sometimes President Kwon forgets the basics like this. ”
- Well, yeah. Oh, how embarrassing. Hah, in your position, you weren't thinking of anything else. I am true.
“I'm fine, Jules. You know I'm 30 this year, right? ”
- Of course I do. But, Writer Ha, why are you suddenly so old?
“Since you're my editor, of course you remember when the Joker Series were published. ”
- Oh, yeah. I understand what you're saying. Hahaha · · · · · · · ·.
Tae-won smiled shyly as he understood the meaning of the word later. The reconstruction was said by stirring the coffee of the mug.
“So I'm a little worried. It's not an article about Journalism, but it's a little bit of media for all the cultural exchanges. ”
- Mm-hmm, yeah. I don't think there's much to worry about since President Jae-kook has a boss.
Tae-won sadly blurred his words.
I have been in the publishing industry for a long time. At this point, he had the ability to extrapolate various situations that could have occurred for reconstruction.
- Don't worry about anything else. Anyway, I'll meet you at Mr. Ha's tonight.
Tae Won said hello, saving his words.
Reconstruction felt that way, but he hung up without asking. Tae Won's love of words is probably because he thinks it's unnecessary.
And that night.
There was a commotion in Starbooks' office.
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