Big Life

29 - I don't speak English, but I'm fine (4)

- Have you seen the news, Eugene? Have you seen the news about The Breeze's body armor? Did you see the news that The Breeze was breathing?

Aiden is the most excited voice I've ever heard.

Eugene didn't even give me a chance to answer, and I spoke quickly.

- If you didn't expect it to be delivered to Michael as a gift from Dr. Harecon, you're lying. But wow, I never imagined that. We've got Ben in a frenzy. Do the old-school dance in front of me. When the dance is over, I'm going to sit at the salary table with you.

“Congratulations, Aiden. Ask them to double it. ”

Eugene held on to my cheeks, not stopping laughing.

As the headline says, this is a miracle. Aiden said as if he had read her mind.

- If he was another writer, he could have just walked away. But he didn't miss it. I signed it, I gave it a book, I saw how Michael lived, I bought a laptop. Michael was impressed. I was moved not just by Michael, but by the care of a lot of American reconstruction teachers. Oh, my God! Jesus!

“Calm your nerves, Aiden. Just relax and talk to me. How's the local situation? Can you feel the change? ”

- I've been trying to tell you. I'm getting a lot of phone calls. It sells a lot on the Internet. We all ran to the printing press. Now 100,000? 200,000? No. Two million copies for The Bress.

Eugene clenches his fist unconsciously. I was glad it wasn't just a one-time conversation. It is a definite volume of sales.

- So let me tell you something, Eugene.

“What is it? Tell me. ”

- L.A. Times called. He wants to interview The Bress and his rebuilding teacher privately.

“Really? Why are you telling me something so important now? ”

Eugene breathed again.

An interview with the L.A. Times.

Entering the top 10 bestsellers is no longer a job.

“I'll schedule a meeting with Dr. Harebuild. I'll let you know so you can do a video interview in the near future. ”

- Thanks, Eugene. You did great marketing in New York. I'm so grateful to Eugene.

After finishing the call, Eugene immediately dialed the number of the reconstruction. The world outside the window was sunny.

* * *

“Very well. I'll be back home soon, then." No, you're not. You're pregnant. You're not. Yes, contact us. ”

Reconstruction finished the call and put down the phone. Next to him, Yeon-woo, who was searching the internet, waited.

“Wow, reconstruction. I'm not kidding. We're talking about Michael The Bress, the sea, mustard, the bathtub. It's the same author. ”

“I said that before I got the call, you. ”

“The news is making the news. Whoa, brother! Buy a paramount for a mustard bathtub ticket! $1.8 million worth of patents, and you've been quiet! But they've officially stated that they're close to finding an actor! This is the latest story we've had in almost three hours! ”

“Keep your voice down. Are we the only ones here? ”

The reconstruction put the wooden noodles in one mouth.

It was an arcade diner near the author's office building.

It was late breakfast with Yeonwoo after writing all night.

“The Bress is on the rise, and there's news everywhere about your brother. We really need to work on your personality. Michael is so cool. He's a great boy."

“Could it be as cool as you? ”

“Are you serious, bro? ”

“Yes, I mean it. If you're happy, you pay for your meal. ”

Yeon-woo opens her chest and nods.

“More, brother. Would that be a bowl of fairy tales? I got the rent, and I can put you on the menu. ”

Reconstruction responded with a smile and quietly ate an eggplant.

It was fortunate that Yeon-woo woke up.

Since my father's death, I've had a clear sense of order in my life as a writer.

I did not look distracted and began writing steadily regardless of my grade. Sometimes they have nightmares while they sleep, but they will get better and better.

“But these bad guys don't just disappear. ”

Yeongwoo muttered, looking at her phone with an unpleasant expression.

“I get dizzy, too, but I often see kids who are really, really bad at it. You need to arrest all these people who abuse their families for human attacks, brother. ”

“The lawyer will take care of that, so you don't have to. ”

“What are you doing today? ”

“We should go home. When you get an L.A. Times email, you write an interview response, and the rest of the time, you write human evil. ”

Yeon-woo scratched her back head and said carefully.

“I honestly didn't know what it was like to read a manuscript that my brother showed me. ”

“I don't know. I don't know what I'm writing. We're not done yet. ”

“Plus, every time I read it, I feel weird and numb. I was also scared when I read the mustard bath, but I have a different feeling than that. Hmm · · · · · Anyway, I hope you can continue writing fantasy or harmony rather than writing like that. ”

“I'm writing, hard. If you're done, let's go. You should get in there and get some shut-eye. ”

Reconstruction broke up with Yeon Woo in front of the building without returning to the office. When I got on the subway and saw the world out the window, I changed my mind a little.

‘I'm not that tired, but I'll go there in a while. ’

Reconstruction at the destination took a step to the place where 'The Bress’ was born.

I saw the cafe sign from afar, followed by the owner cleaning the windshield.

“How are you?”

Reconstruction greets you.

The owner turned around and smiled brightly so that his mouth could be caught under his ears.

“Teacher. It's been a long time. What brings you here? ”

“That's why I'm here. It's the same today. ”

“Seems like you've never been here this early. Go inside.”

Reconstruction into the cafe takes place at the corner table, past the hall with its signature frame.

I didn't even have to order it. Now the owner can bring the Iced Americano when the rebuilding comes.

“The Breeze American publication is already making a scene in Korea. ”

The owner said while placing the coffee on the table.

“I look at international news every day these days. I was wondering what else was published about The Bress. Where else am I just a cafe owner? This is the cafe where The Bress was born. Hahaha.”

“Thank you for saying that. ”

“We've also seen a significant increase in guests. Hah, teachers' favorite writer nerds come right away, drink coffee, write and criticize each other. I was worried when I didn't go out for sale, but he really saves a lot of lives. ”

The reconstruction scratches the tip of its nose and smiles shyly.

Meanwhile, the owner who disappeared with the tray returned with a book.

It was an English edition of 'The Bress’ published in the United States.

“I've been waiting for you. I need your autograph. ”

“Did you also buy an English edition? ”

“As soon as it came out, I bought it through the Amazon. Did I major in English at this point? Hahaha.”

The owner who received the signature returned to the counter delighted.

I didn't talk to him anymore.

In order not to interfere with the writing of the reconstruction, the music was also slightly reduced.

‘Now, let's dig into human malice again. ’

In a relaxed atmosphere, the reconstruction opened the laptop.

As soon as I wrote the first sentence, I started to think I was good enough to come to this café.

It's a familiar cafe, so it definitely focuses well. I was relieved because I finished the "The Bress" and "Contemporary Journal" manuscripts.

Tadadadak! Tadadak!

Tadahak!

I wonder how much writing he was writing.

Suddenly, the reconstruction felt quieter. An old man in an improved robe sits right next to you.

“Huh? Good morning, sir. ”

Reconstruction shocked me, and I stopped ten fingers tapping the keyboard.

Maybe he's the same old man I just met at the grave in Seo Gun Woo.

“What are you doing here? ”

“I come from time to time because this is the neighborhood. You must come here quite often, too. ”

“I can concentrate well when I write here. Would you like some coffee? I'll get it.”

Reconstruction takes place.

However, the old man waved his hand and refused, throwing his eyes at the laptop and asked.

“No more coffee. What's it say? ”

“Writing?”

“The one you were writing. Can I take a look? ”

“Ah · · · · · · · Yes. It's not the writing yet. ”

Reconstruction moved the laptop to the old man's table.

If it had been someone else's request, he would have refused immediately. It's an unfinished manuscript that hasn't even finished the portrait.

However, if this old man encounters you in front of his grave, the story will be different.

“I can't touch the machine. You can put the screen down. ”

“Yes, tell me, and I'll take you to the next chapter. ”

The old man immediately sat down and looked into the manuscript "Man's Evil."

Whenever he nodded at the sign that he had read it, the rebuilding flew over the page. It was a manuscript on dozens of pages, but it didn't take much time for the elderly to finish reading it.

“You're trying to make a man out of him first. ”

When I finished reading it, the old man said he saw a great impression.

“ · · · · · ·! ”

Reconstruction trembles as if hit by a hit.

“You have no idea what this is going to be like. This guy of yours, he's gonna make up stories as he goes along. You're willing to pass on fictional responsibilities to someone you created? ”

“Well, you can see it that way. Uh, Senior. ”

The puzzled reconstruction stutters.

The old man stabbed him in the heart without using any difficult words or professional terms. I feel like I might be a writer.

“Is this the malice of the people you've felt in your life? ”

“Yes, I have to say, ”

The old man looked at the laptop and looked at the reconstruction.

“Is this a novel, not your journal? ”

“Yes, sir. It's fiction.”

“Then you have to understand the readers, too, right? ”

“Of course, sir. ”

“Mind your communication. And don't fall for this guy you made. I'm losing my mind. I'm going to the back. ”

After finishing his speech, the old man stands up behind him.

In the meantime, the reconstruction deepened my deep thoughts, chewing on the old man's feelings that I had just heard.

However, after many hours, the old man who went to the bathroom did not return.

* * *

“Ugh, no! It's not my fault! ”

“Dad, are you okay? Father."

Myeonghun shakes his shoulders.

Taejin, who was stirring the air with both arms, opened his eyes. With his mouth wide open, he sighed violently.

“Did you have a nightmare? ”

“Ahh · · · · · · · ·! ”

Taejin sits up with his body covered in sweat.

I've been having more nightmares lately.

It was already morning when I looked at the clock, choosing my breath.

“Did Abby fall asleep again? ”

“Oh, would I hear it from you in the living room? Have a glass of water. ”

Myeonghun gave me a cup of warm water.

Taejin takes a single sip of water to the bottom of the cup and sighs.

“Dad, isn't this because of you? ”

“What a strange sound. ”

“You seem to have gotten upset after you left. Father, please forgive your brother. ”

Taejin kept his mouth shut.

Now I thought I could pretend I didn't win if Myeong-seok brought Eugene to me and asked for forgiveness.

But he couldn't reach out first.

“Don't talk nonsense. Go see what you can do. I have to go to work.”

“Come out for breakfast. ”

After having breakfast with my family.

Myung Hun got out of the house one step first and got into the car.

When I turned on the ignition, the radio broadcast I heard yesterday automatically flowed.

[· · · · · · · I'd like to share with you the news of The Bress-Dragon Rider, a fantasy novel by a Haejeong writer published in the United States. According to a signed announcement from the Open House, they currently have 2 million units of sales. The L.A. Times best-seller, even in the top 10.]

Myung Hun changed the radio frequency without listening any more.

From morning commute to radio reconstruction.

If I don't listen any more, I might get in a car accident.

‘Damn it! ’

There is nothing I can do.

Now the reconstruction is too big.

There is no way to build a writer called Reconstruction, even though he is ahead of the enormous power of the publishing group.

Myeonghun was in pain.

There was nothing better than rebuilding, except the power of a tyrant who was born with it.

Right then.

The pop song on the radio ended.

A calm DJ's voice begins to flow out on the speakers.

[Few of you don't know Oprah Knightley, a very famous broadcaster who has ruled over 20 years as queen of the talk show. She is a black woman who has now succeeded globally in creating a cable channel called the Oprah Nightly Network.]

Interested discipline slightly increased radio volume.

Obviously, he knew Oprah Nightly's name. At a time younger than today, I was confident that I would be as successful as her on my own.

[What Oprah says on the broadcast remains the subject of conversation. Oprah's talk has created a new concept called the Oprah Hibernation that drives social wavelengths. The self-help book Oprah used to write became a world-class best-seller thanks to his introduction on the show.]

The traffic light was switched from a distance to a red signal.

Myeonghun stepped on the brake and stopped.

DJ's words followed in silence.

[I'm going to tell you a little bit about this. Do you know a writer called Harebuild? Maybe you wouldn't know it if you were with us in our morning book cafe?]

“ · · · · · ·?! ”

I shot at the speaker with a distorted look on my face. The story that began with Oprah Knightley is connected to rebuilding.

The answer to my question was quick.

[The reason I said this is because Because Aufra mentioned a reconstructive writer in her SNS. with a novel written by an Eastern writer that saved the life of a student who dreamed of writing. It's already been tweeted 50 million times. Aufra will soon use her show to officially publish her novel.]

Boom!

Myung Hun punched the button with his fist and turned off the radio.

Oprah Knightley's recommendation.

How long do we have to look forward to the success of rebuilding?

All the tears that had been well endured were a little leaky.

‘As a writer, let's just say I lost! But as a man, we are not yet at war, Hae Hae Hae Hae Hae Hae. ’

Myung Hun gripped the handle and sharpened his teeth.

I will not stop until I have what I want or until I die.

The signal was broken and he stepped on Excel as long as he could.

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