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31 - Not without you (2)

‘Editor · · · · · · · · · · · · ·? ’

The laughter disappears from the face of the reconstruction when you pick up the phone. It really has been a long time coming.

Now I know that Myeonghun is the brother of Myeonghun.

Because of what happened to my brother, the atmosphere of the house would have been overwhelming.

With that in mind, the reconstruction team was waiting without contacting us.

“What are you doing? Not answering? ”

Su-hee asked, fixing her hair that was messed up while playing around.

Reconstruction emptied once and took the phone to the ear.

“Hello, Editor. ”

- Good morning, sir. Are you feeling well since it's getting so hot?

“Yes, I'm lively. What about the editor?”

- I've been doing just fine. Thank you very much.

Everyday conversations between the two people were not the same as before. However, the reconstruction suddenly felt quite weak. The tapered voice reminds me of a view of the wind falling from a perforated tube.

- I'm sorry I didn't get back to you sooner. It really hasn't happened in a while.

“No, sir. Don't say that. ”

Reconstruction breasts were eaten as much as I knew what was happening. I felt the grief of the mastermind flowing to me on the radio. So I hated even the silence for a moment.

“Buy me something delicious, Editor. ”

He spoke in a voice that the reconstruction deliberately brightened.

“I went to the Swellfish House with Jules and the editor. The food there was the best, and I want to go again. Thanks to you, I want to go with you. ”

- Hahaha · · · · · · Yes, sir. Okay, I was just about to contact you on my end. I have something urgent to tell you.

“I agree. There's something I need to tell you. ”

What's going on?

“A little bit on the phone and I'll talk to you later. ”

The low murmur of brilliance echoes through his ears.

Reconstructing the feelings in the heavy breathing. It must be about his brother.

Reconstruction was added to prevent misunderstandings.

“This is about my new piece, Editor. ”

- Oh, yeah. You've been working on a new one.

“It's not a completely different novel. You know the manuscript, but there's going to be a slight change. We'll be in touch soon with more details. ”

- Okay, so when is the best time?

“I'm fine with tomorrow night. Please make time for your convenience. ”

- Let's do it tomorrow night.

After making a clear appointment, the reconstruction hung up the phone. Su-hee, who was standing next to me, asked.

“You're the editor of Myeongseok, right? ”

“Uh, I'll see you tomorrow night. ”

“What are you trying to tell the editor? ”

“Well, that's... ”

Reconstruction is blurry at the end of the sentence and the nostrils twitch. It's a hesitant look.

Su-hee narrows her eyes, smiling and shaking her hands.

“You don't have to force it. Tell me when you feel like it. ”

“It's not like that. ”

Reconstruction immediately responded with a furious struggle.

“I have nothing to hide from you. I just need to figure out how to say it. ”

“Okay, Writer. I'm gonna go make dinner in the kitchen. Don't clean up too much. It'll only take half an hour. ”

Reconstruction grabbed Su-hee's wrist on the way to the kitchen.

“What's the matter? ”

“Don't feel bad for me. ”

“Huh?”

“I'm all better now. I don't have to ask questions because I'm still worried about low pressure, and I don't have to do what I want to do. ”

Reconstruction hugged Su Hee again in her arms.

“Don't mind me. You always come first. I've succeeded in my life just knowing that you're next to me. So you have to do whatever you want. ”

“Am I worth it? ”

“You are the Romance of reconstruction. ”

“· · · · · · Tingly good at talking. ”

Su-hee leaned upon the breasts of the man she loved.

An intense heartbeat of revived hearts resonates with the brain.

Thank you for the rebuilding that took so long, and for being so happy, she secretly blushes her eyes.

* * *

“Editor · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Even though he thought it would be an excuse, he couldn't help but look surprised.

He smiled bitterly as if he had anticipated.

“I heard it was getting a little thinner, but I think it's a little bit surprising to see Hah like this. ”

I could not smile at the nuance of the bright seats.

It was not to scale slightly.

It was a blurry face without before.

There were no sharpened cheekbones, jawline lines, sharp cheeks with sharp flexion, and even the slightest glance of the eye.

“Are you not feeling well? ”

“Not at all. I've actually had a little bit more to drink. And don't worry, you'll get more nights off, so your health is fine. ”

I wonder if the hardship of the mind wasn't enough. Myeongseok smiled in an awkward manner and looked so sad for the reconstruction.

“Let's go in, then. ”

“Yes, please come in. ”

Reconstruction followed the fine print into the restaurant.

The room was pre-booked.

After finishing the spell, Myung Seok opened his mouth after drinking a sip of water.

“As I came out here today, I've been going through the days I worked with Mr. Ha. It was a cherished memory. ”

“ · · · · · ·? ”

The two eyes of reconstruction were filled with curiosity. Suddenly, I felt ominous about what I was talking about.

Myeong-seok continued to speak calmly.

“All I did was put a handkerchief on top of the quality of the dishes you made. Thanks to you, I was able to be recognized as a good editor. as an editor, not as a successor to a company called Sung. I'd like to thank you again for your time. ”

The torso was bent so that the bright seats touched the table with the tip of the nose.

The embarrassed reconstruction slightly backed out and struck his hand.

“This is how the editor raised me again today. I had no idea what I was cooking in the first place, and I was a completely random human being. And I didn't have any towels, so I ate them with my bare hands. If it weren't for you, I would still be doing it. ”

“A compliment.”

“You've got one more thing to say to me. ”

I looked up at the tail of Myeong-seok's mouth. Lips that are as dry as the desert look like they're about to burst out of blood.

“Editor.”

“Yes, sir. ”

“You're not done talking about this, are you? ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Myeong-seok shrugged his head.

The door opens with a knock while the silence continues.

An employee came into the room and put the dishes and drinks on the table one by one. Meanwhile, he opened his silent mouth.

“We're back on the main road. ”

“Yes · · · · · · · · ·. ”

The reconstruction of Nazik's answer was expected to continue.

Again, the description of the ensuing brilliance did not omit guesswork.

“My father called me back into the house. In a nutshell, I'm about to finish my career as an editor and get ready to take over the company soon. ”

Myeong-seok raised his head without speaking any more.

It is not easy to say for yourself that the relationship between authors and editors has come to an end. The two eyes toward the rebuilding were filled with feelings of apology.

“I understand what you're saying. You don't have to say any more. ”

The reconstruction concludes the conversation and raises the bottle.

We filled each other's glasses.

After a toast, the two of them quickly handed over a glass of wine to their throats.

“Then, Editor. ”

As soon as I put down the empty glass, the reconstruction takes out the horse.

“Remember when I said I'd see you today? ”

“Oh, of course I remember. ”

Myeong-seok fixed the position and sat down straight away.

Reconstruction unzips her bag left next to her.

“I want to show you something first. The editor is a known felon. The synopsis is roughly complete, and I urge you to read it. ”

“Ah, yes. I hope you've come to the conclusion that you haven't been able to capture the story because you've been molding. I was wondering if you could show me. ”

Reconstruction gave me some A4 paper from the bag. The seats handed over immediately changed the glasses and began to read with focus.

Minutes after that.

‘What is this? ’

Bright seats opened their eyes beyond the glasses.

It was a story of a man who was filled only with malice, running towards destruction.

However, Myung Seok was surprised because he was somewhere else. It was because the protagonist in the story was so unfamiliar.

Is it too speculative to feel like his brother is being projected?

“Hmm · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Soon, I looked up with a look on my face when I read them all. He put it there and said as if he was waiting for the reconstruction.

“I wouldn't wish it on you.

“Ha Teacher · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“I know this must be overwhelming, but I'm asking you out of selfishness. I want you to take over this piece before you quit your editor. We will complete the draft as soon as possible. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

I laid my eyes on the synopsis, which I read about.

How long has it been?

Only his mouth, which seemed not to be open forever, opened.

“I understand.”

It was a solid voice.

This new synopsis that the reconstruction showed clearly has a brother in it. Though it may have been other people who were unrelated, I clearly understood. So this was a request I could never refuse him.

“I'll take care of it. As the editor of the Myeong Dynasty, I'm going to end with a last piece, a human malice. ”

“Thank you very much. I'll do my best. ”

The reconstruction with the glass took another drink.

The decision of absenteeism was not wrong.

The protagonist of the newly written synopsis was a good lesson. Moreover, the model of the enemy that Myung Hun hated in the story came from the rebuilding itself.

Having this framework, the words I had just heard from Jinjin were effective.

- You were the last boss in his world view. You have to be the best man in the world.

Recalling the words of my best friend, the reconstruction smiles bitterly. Then, I thanked Myung Hun.

‘Thank you, Myung-hoon. It gives me the experience to write new articles. ’

The feelings that thousands of people send towards me are completely my own.

I'll give you good intentions and bad intentions. It will grow as a platform without avoiding it. This made reconstruction as a writer even stronger.

"So don't apologize to me either. ’

Reconstruction also spoke to Myeong-seok in front of him.

From the moment I met him until now, I have not changed my mind. It had nothing to do with reconstruction, whether or not Myeonghun and Myeonghun were brothers.

* * *

“Would you like another drink, Miss Ha? ”

“You ate a lot today. I've never seen you drink so much. I'll let you go in for the day. ”

Reconstruction stumbled onto the parking lot. The driver of Myeong-seok, who was waiting, jumped into a surprised face and handed over the seat.

“Ha, I just want one more drink today. When have I ever asked you to be so rude? ”

“Of course, I know. But you ate too much today. I'm worried about losing your health. If you're sick, how can you take care of human malice? ”

The word ‘man's wickedness’ revealed two eyes of wisdom.

Immediately, he leans over and beats his chest with confidence.

“I'll take responsibility and take care of the people's malice. I will never let you down, sir. And for me, it's an important process of achieving the beauty of the species. ”

It's definitely because I'm drunk.

In the words of Myeong-seok, there was a deception that would never come out. In the nick of time, he sprinkled the driver who was about to take the car and told the reconstructor.

“A brother with a different boat. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

The reconstruction opened its eyes wide.

Myeong-seok sighs heavily at the smell of liquor, then continues to speak.

“I've been lonely since I was a kid. They didn't get along well with the people around them, and they poked at the outside, and they followed me anyway. It's a pleasure for my brother. ”

Reconstruction was quietly listening to the story of Myung Hun.

“I tried my best to unravel his twisted mind. There were a lot of false reactions. ”

The blurred gaze of Myeongseok, who was sweeping through the night sky, returned to the reconstruction.

“You may remember what I told you one day. ”

“What · · · · · · · · · ·? ”

“I'm not qualified to be an editor as a writer, so I'm trying to escape to the realm of management. ”

“Ah · · · · · · · · Yes, I remember ”

After recording the 'Writer's Library' program, the landscape of the day I had dinner with Myeongseok was revived in the brain of reconstruction.

It was also the day I introduced the novel 'Desert of Yourself’ on the air.

Myeong-seok smiled and nodded.

“I helped my brother as a writer in the wrong way. There was also a lot of conscience. That's why I said that. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Reconstruction got old and I lost my words.

Now, Myeong-seok is going to reveal the whole innards that he had hidden. I was thankful, but at the same time I felt sorry for Myeong-seok.

“Ha, I've been so fond of writing that I suppressed my own teeth and I've been greedy all this time. I will reap the greed and malice of man. ”

“If that's the kind of greed you're talking about, you're welcome for life. ”

Reconstruction ended with a laugh at the joke of mastery. And after a while I thought about it, I was jealous.

“Speaking of which, I have to ask, how is Myung Hun?" ”

“I'm going down to where my mother is and I'm taking care of her. ”

“Yes · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“It won't be easy to get better in a short time, but it's also a matter for him to break through on his own. ”

Myeongseok stumbled again.

Reconstruction secured his thin, infinitely thin body.

It was now his turn to support him, as Myung Seok did before.

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