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30 - I just don't want you (4)
“Stonearm met a doctor. ”
Myung Hun glanced down at the bottle that he took out of his pocket.
“Is it better to look at things positively, think only about the good things, and take medication constantly? ”
“What kind of medicine is that? ”
Myeonghun continued to pretend not to hear.
“I ate constantly. I did everything I could. But this shit ain't getting any better. No matter what. ”
Myung Hun gripped the vial in his hand. And I slowly raised my head.
The red eyes are burning with hatred.
“The hatred for you doesn't go away at all." ”
“Myeonghun!”
The rebuilding takes a step forward, swallowing the saliva with its burning neck.
Myeonghun shakes his head as he retreats at that distance.
“Stay away from me. ”
“What have I done that's so wrong? I want to know. Since when did you hate me so much? ”
“I told you not to come any closer! ”
Myung Hun shouted as he drooled.
When the reconstruction stopped, he shoved all the medicine in his hand into his mouth and drank the whiskey.
“Khh! Cool! ”
A mixture of saliva and liquor fell from my wet lips.
Myeonghun was unable to stumble, and he leaned against the ledge and crouched.
“Don't think about closing your distance from me. Ha, if it wasn't for you, everything would be solved. ”
“ · · · · · ·. ”
The misshapen reconstruction wrapped around his forehead with one hand.
The two eyes turned to contain the park on the other side of the fence that Myung Hun mentioned. When I was writing a novel with my comrades, the landscape was revived.
I didn't even expect to be a minister.
Hyejeon was a strict professor, and his comrades had a united field. It wasn't that low of a person. Everyone who dreamed of writing gathered together in the name of the Department of Literary Creation.
I just wrote hard.
Following Hye Seon's instructions, the landscape was straight out and extracted into a novel with a conclusion. I still remember the feeling that I felt sad because I had no time to retreat.
It was also the day that I became close to Jinjin.
How long have you been writing novels? You're really good at it. I was frightened to read it. Hey, don't do this here. I know a pig that's good at it. Do you want to go for a drink today? Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm serious, Jung-jin Park. So you're having a drink because you're gonna call the girls anyway? Who? Su Hee and Hyo-jin. I don't know, but they know, right? She's terribly pretty, isn't she? Uh-huh, I'm already skinny when I think of drinking with you.
On that day, the reconstruction took place, and the four of us drank alcohol until past midnight, as well as Su Hee and Hyojin.
It was such a joyful day.
I got a lifelong friend and the courage to face my future as an uncertain writer.
It was a pitiful night when I missed the same place, the motivators who shared drinks right next to me, and I thought I would come out with tears.
The memories of that day are still there in Orloth's mind and diary of reconstruction.
However, there was no way to find the existence of Myung Hun anywhere. At this moment, I looked back at the old memories, but I couldn't remember the lessons of that day.
Right then.
There was a crumbling motion.
When the rebuilding awakened from thought turned its head, Myeonghun had already moved to the other side of the railing.
“Myung-hoon Oh!”
“Come any closer and I'll let you go! ”
“Hey! It's really dangerous! ”
“Don't come! ”
Myeonghun wrote whale evil.
You shake both hands on the ledge and up to the feet that are standing underneath you.
It wasn't because I was cold.
When he came to the other side of the railing, the spirit ran away and fear started to spread.
“I said · · · · · · · I'll give you a gift you'll never forget, right? ”
“Myung-hoon · · · · · · ·! ”
The face of the reconstruction turned white.
Myeong-hoon slammed his teeth up and down in horror, but he didn't lose his shivering smile.
“This is my gift to you, Harebuild. I'm dying because of you. Suffer a lifetime of pain and blame yourself. You probably will. He's pathetically weak. I know you. ”
“Please, Myung-hoon. Calm down! ”
Reconstruction cautiously approaches with both hands raised.
“Let's talk calmly. If there's anything twisted between you and me, let's take it apart one by one. Tell me why you hate me one by one. If there's anything I can fix, I'll fix it. ”
Reconstruction was a quick word to reassure Myung Hun somehow.
I couldn't think of anything to say because my head was white. When I tapped the keyboard with ten fingers, I forgot all the many vocabularies I could think of.
“Huh? Don't be like that, Myung-hoon. Come out again." I'll go, okay? I'm getting close. Take my hand. ”
The reconstruction slowly reaches out.
Right then.
One foot across the ledge slipped, and Myung Hun's body sank down.
“Ahhhh!”
“Myeonghun!”
An instinctively stretched hand grabbed the bottom of the handrail vigorously. Reconstruction scrambles to its knees and tucks the arm between the railing cracks.
“Hold on! Put your other hand up! Hurry up!"
Myeonghun is dazed, looking up at the rebuilding of his shouting with contemplation. His universe stops, hanging on the ledge.
You no longer hear loud horns or the sound of wind passing by your body.
“You're finally killing me. ”
“What are you talking about, you bastard! Reach out your hand!"
A smile appeared on Myeonghun's mouth.
He raises his other hand as the rebuilding instructs. But that hand didn't grab the handrail. He grabbed the back of the hand of the reconstruction he held.
“If I hear you let me live, it won't be enough to kill myself a thousand times. ”
“Hey, Myung-hoon Oh! ”
“Let's not see each other anymore. ”
Myeonghun twists his right hand to rebuild.
I couldn't endure the pain of a broken finger. Finally, the rebuilding disappeared while screaming.
“Myung-hoon Oh!”
The hand stretched out again was infinitely short to reach the falling Myung-hoon.
He fell on a dark blue river and smiled.
At the same time, he raises his middle finger as if to mock reconstruction with one hand.
Boom.
For some reason, the reconstruction was tearful.
* * *
“Hello, Director Lin Minhong. Yes, this is Joo Joon, Manager Woo Tae-Bong. Regarding the Zodiac? Ah-ha-ha, yes! Oh my, Joon is so busy these days. It's about Tincent Pictures. Of course we have to make time. Oh, you liked the baloney too much? Aren't we Chinese actors so good? Hahahaha! Hahahahaha! ”
It was‘ Gun Bong ’who was so fiercely opposed to appearing.
Tae-Bong still didn't know.
The appearance of Zhou Zhou's ‘baldness’ made him a significant contribution to Maoyen, the representative of Tincent Pictures.
“Yes, sir! Yes, I will! I'll get back to you. Be healthy as it gets hotter! ”
As soon as he hung up the phone, Tae-Bong jumped up and down.
I told you all about the Joker series. One of the two most unspeakable large fish.
“Hey, Joon Park! Did you hear that?”
Tae-Bong ran into the living room for a month and asked as if screaming.
He nods, watching the TV, because he is far away. On the screen, "Let's see the movie," which prevented the reconstruction from coming out.
“It seems to be moving faster on the side of Tincent Pictures. ”
“Reconstruction is marching high in the United States. ”
I lowered the volume one compartment with the remote control.
“Great progress in England and France. In Germany, I signed 100,000 copies. ”
“Where did you hear that? Haven't you seen Writer Ha lately? ”
“There's news coming out all the time. ”
“Oh, right. ”
“Again in today's news, Japanese publishers have also been banned from the contract. Japan is notorious for not spending big money on foreign authorship deals, but has offered substantial loyalty. ”
Speaking of which, the smile disappeared from JooJooJoon's face.
What comes after the good news was the depression of a friend. Tae-Bong, who read his face, asked me to be jealous.
“Ha Writer, is it still the same? ”
“Huh."
It's been three weeks since the reconstruction stopped communicating with the outside world and it's been locked in the house.
The reason for appearing on the surface was a new writing. It was a reconstruction explanation that he needed time to organize and conceive on his own.
However, she did not believe it straightaway.
There is something bothering the reconstruction. JooJoon, who had been drenched for a while, looked at Tae-Bong.
“You want to meet at Tincent Pictures? ”
“Oh, yeah. ”
“You need to rebuild. ”
“Well, the original should come out, of course. I'm sure they've already contacted the writer. ”
“Got it.”
This is a great opportunity to reconstruct. He got up on the couch and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
* * *
‘It's getting hotter · · · · · · · ·. ’
The reconstruction flares, grabbing the chest of the shirt.
The escalator just pulled him out of the subway station.
It was a forced outing to be pushed by Su Hee.
Writing in the library is not good for my health, so I urged him to breathe for a day or so.
I was reluctant to leave the house because I didn't like the feeling of grief for the woman I loved.
The destination was a cafe that used to use 'The Bress’. It was annoying to go far away and I couldn't think of a better place to go.
‘By the way, I thought you said today was a day off. ’
On my way to the cafe, I remembered.
I sent messages from time to time. I don't feel like it, but I'm probably quite worried. To think about it, I wanted to see it, and the reconstruction took out my phone.
- Uh, rebuild.
“What happened to you before the beep? ”
- I got it right away. Hey, are you okay now?
“There's nothing wrong with that. It's your day off, right? What are you doing?”
- He was freaking out about the holidays by himself. What about you?
“I just came out to get some air. Do you want to come out if you can? ”
- Don't ask me that. Just tell me where, you son of a bitch.
Reconstruction gave me the name and approximate location of the café and hung up. Then I walked slowly to the cafe.
“Hello, boss. ”
“Welcome, Haejeon. What took you so long? ”
The owner smiled and liked it.
In an instant, I started making ice Americano, a drink dedicated to reconstruction.
“The Bress is amazing. When I meet my friends these days, I boast that Writer Ha is our cafe patron. There are no children who don't know you. ”
“Thank you.”
Reconstruction smiled helplessly and was spoken to.
In fact, I was not very energetic because I had been home for a long time. The cafe owner noticed that look and no longer spoke to him.
Tadadadak! Tadadak!
Tadahak!
The restoration of the private seat opened the laptop and began writing, a ‘malicious' manuscript that had been on hold for three weeks.
Even after sticking for more than 10 hours a day, there were few sentences left. Even with all of Seo Gun Woo's artifacts, there was little chance of getting better.
‘Don't write it, just. ’
I get tempted from time to time as I write.
Wouldn't it be convenient to give up?
Perhaps it was a mistake to choose such dark emotions as this.
When I constantly asked myself, what came to mind at the end was the appearance of a falling discipline.
Evil itself.
It was the best thing I've ever felt in my life.
In the mind of reconstruction, Myung Hun took the pinnacle of malice.
‘Let's stop today. Jinjin will be here soon. ’
Reconstruction saved the manuscript and shut down the program.
Suddenly, when I turned my head, I met the person sitting next to me.
He was the old man.
“Ah! Hello, sir. When did you get here?”
Reconstruction greets you with a smile.
It is the third time since we first met at the graveyard in Seogunu. Even today, the old man was dressed in an improved robe.
“I've been here before, but do you come here often? ”
“I thought you said you'd stop by because it's near where you live. ”
“Would you like a cup of tea? ”
“Your lines are always parrots. No more cars, no more writing. ”
The old man glanced at the laptop.
Reconstruction grinned and hesitated.
“I can't concentrate. It's been going well for a while thanks to the old man's observation, but it's been a little blocked lately. ”
“See, I told you. ”
The old man snorted as if it were so.
“A man's malice, I wonder if I'll ever think of something like that again. It's even weirder if he's fine. ”
“Hahaha, not that much · · · · · · · ·. ”
There was a moment of silence.
While the owner's quiet music flows through the air. The old man sighs silently and stares into the air.
“If I write something like that, I'll look back on myself. Do I really have clearness? Am I qualified to deal with someone else's malice like this? ”
“ · · · · · ·? ”
“Talking about it reminds me already. I had great malice. Jealous and jealous of a better human being than I am, so I couldn't beat my inferiority, denouncing his worth. But I always pretend to be smarter, to be superior. ”
Reconstruction gazes at the old man as he chokes and swallows.
The wrinkled eyes of the old man were filled with mysterious grief.
“Senior, it's some kind of... ”
That's when I want to ask.
Rare.
The phone of reconstruction rings.
Reconstruction shrugged his head and apologized.
“Sorry, I'm supposed to meet a friend here, but they're all here. ”
“No, I've got to go. ”
The old man grunts and gets up.
I stood up and rebuilt my horse with grief.
“You're leaving already? ”
“I saw it coming, so I came in for a while. We have to leave early today. I have to get back to the main street. ”
“Bourne? Where's Bourne? ”
“Race.”
The old man fixes his parakeet and turns away.
Reconstruction follows, and he waves his hand without looking back.
“Must be nice to meet you on the way. Don't ask questions like this. ”
“Senior · · · · · · · ·. ”
“I have to go. Don't give up writing. When you're done, show me next time. ”
The old man turns the corner and disappears toward the exit. Reconstruction sat back down, unable to speak any more.
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