Big Life

31 - Not without you (3)

[The Breeze is full of fantasy novels by the reconstructor. The new edition of The Bress, written for overseas markets, is already raising sales to close to 15 million copies in the United States. It's been a long time since I've been able to change all the records in the country, just by looking outside the box.]

The hot voice of the anchor rings through the speakers in the living room.

Eugene was sitting on the couch watching TV. Next to him was a large suitcase pre-packed with bright seats. It was the day I officially moved my residence.

[In the United States, The Bress is now exporting to the U.K., France and Germany, which are creating a good response. It is said that agencies in Europe are also arguing for better terms and conditions to purchase the copyright. What's the secret to making it so popular? I'm a French Paris correspondent.]

The landscape of a large French bookstore filled the TV screen.

A mountain of French 'The Breeze’ was seen on a huge pedestal. People of various skin colors stood around the stall and worked hard to hand over the bookshelves.

[Stefan Levulsch/41/French Teacher: I read one of my colleagues' books and was immersed in it, so I ran to buy it for the holiday. I feel like I'm being sucked into a book. It's very interesting.]

[Luca/17/Student: Edward is wonderful and the dragon is so lovely. This is going to be the best novel of my life. I want it to be in a movie.]

[Sami/24/Worker: I usually read genre novels like Fantasy or SF. I have never read a Korean writer's work before. I was vaguely worried that my emotions would be different before reading it, but I was biased. We hope to inform more readers.]

The readers who responded to the interview are highly praiseworthy.

Eugene couldn't stop laughing, even though he thought he would only give a good answer in the editing process.

“Honey, come out here and take a look at this. ”

Eugene waved his hand, looking at the TV.

But Myeong-seok couldn't answer her. The call with reconstruction has not yet ended.

“Yes, sir. The synopsis you reinforced has been reread. The character is not clear what I think is going to be a problem. It's stimulating, and it's fun, but it's a little bit of mid-life. Right? Oh, right. Now, of course, it's synopsis. It's going to be different if you start writing in earnest, but for now. ”

While looking through the manuscript with both eyes, there was no time for rest.

The room was just the right temperature, not hot or cold, but sweat was flowing down over his recessed cheeks.

“· · · · · · Yes, so I think it would be better to send and receive manuscripts in chapters this time. Talk to me every chapter. Yes, thank you. And you're going to change the title, right? Like this? Sir, I don't mean this is a bad title. But you're always pretty intuitive about the way you name things, in my opinion · · · · · · ·. ”

Eugene was looking at the bright spot, not the TV. Both cheeks fluttered with a satisfactory smile. It was low pressure for a long time because of his accident, but fortunately, it was reviving.

“Okay, I'll think about it. I'll get some rest and call you back. Okay, bye. ”

Soon after hanging up the phone, he started pounding the keyboard without even thinking of sighing.

It is to organize opinions that will be added to the reconstruction. Eugene, who killed the footsteps, hugs him behind his back.

“If you're so busy, can't you hear me calling you? ”

“Oh, you called? ”

Myeong-seok turns his head back.

Eugene grins bitterly, pinching his cheeks.

“Look at how thin it is. How can you live with such a weak man? ”

“Don't worry, we'll be back to normal soon. ”

Myeong-seok replied confidently.

I was overconfident about getting fat again, returning to Eugene's strong man, and editing the new piece of reconstruction and going out into the world.

“Now you're busier than I am. ”

“Maybe so. Teacher, your writing is so fast. You've been doing that for a long time. You have a wedding this time and are busy with many things until the Chinese side, but I think the draft will come out in half a year. ”

“Are you okay? ”

“Of course. That's what I used to do. ”

Eugene untied his arms.

With both hands, she rubs the shoulders of the masters and whispers.

“It's about you, not about work. ”

“My story? ”

“I was worried it was going to be okay. I'm glad to see you're so focused on your work. Just in case. ”

“I'm not forcing myself to be violent. ”

Myeong-seok caught Eugene's end.

He stands up with his hands clasped on the keyboard.

“Like I said, I'm doing what I have to do. And this is fun. I'm having fun now. I'm sorry for worrying you. ”

Myeong-seok touched Eugene's belly, which was inflated. Feeling the warm energy coming from the palm of his hand, he resolved again. I want to be stronger to live to protect my precious things.

“Time to get going, huh? ”

“Okay, let's get out. ”

Myeong-seok dragged the suitcase and opened the front door.

I saw two guys in suits standing by. They put their hands together and greeted politely.

“You're out now. ”

“We're on our own. You're stubborn, too. ”

He smiled as if he could not be beaten. He shrugged the shoulder of a man.

They were sent by Tae Jin. The two men quickly handed over their luggage and pressed the elevator button.

“I've heard a lot about this house. ”

Eugene mutters as he climbs up the elevator.

It was a wedding hall, after all. I made quite a lot of memories in this house for a short time.

“I decided to use it in my workshop. You can always come if you want to. ”

Myeong-seok touched Eugene's back and comforted him. A closed elevator begins to descend into the underground parking lot.

* * *

“Ugh · · · · · · Hey, it's not my fault · · · · · · · ·. ”

The amber lights were giving a discreet light to a corner of a large library.

In the short time he was having another nightmare, he fell asleep in his rocking chair.

“It's not my fault · · · · · · Ugh · · · · I didn't hurt you · · · · · · Don't come · · · · · Don't look at me with those eyes · · · · · · · · ·. ”

The door of the library was opened and the bright seats entered. When he knocks, he comes in with no answer. He looks at Taejin, sleepwalking covered in sweat, and approaches.

“Dad, are you okay? ”

“Ugh · · · · · Don't · · · · · Please don't blame me · · · · · ·. ”

“Father, why are you doing this? Open your eyes. ”

Myeong-seok grabbed hold of Taejin's sheep shoulders and waved back and forth.

Taejin stopped sleeping and opened his eyes in surprise.

“Myeongseok · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“Are you awake? Did you have a nightmare?”

Taejin leans back and lets out a long sigh. There was no way to mourn how relieved I was just to see my eldest son's face.

“Have some water, Father. ”

“Thank you.”

Taejin drank all of the warm water from Myeok. Wiping his wet face with a towel, he asked.

“You're here now? ”

“Yes, this is Eugene, and I'm just about to arrive. I came in because you didn't say anything even if you knocked. ”

Taejin rubbed his face tightly with his palms as if he were washing. I was relieved that my trusted eldest son returned. Once the atmosphere of the house calms down again, we can escape this nightmare.

“Take a trip. ”

“I was going to do it the second you got back. ”

“Where are you going? ”

“I think it's going to be a race. Let's talk about the details over dinner. Eugene needs to see it. ”

Taejin takes his butt off the rocking chair and gets up.

Myung Seok said to his back heading to the entrance.

“Father, I just want to say a few words. ”

“What? Tell me. ”

“I'd like you to slow down the executive promotion a little bit. ”

“ · · · · · ·? ”

When Taejin turned around, his eyes narrowed as if wondering. Did the eldest son who wanted to do as he was told come and change his mind?

Myeongseok said.

“It's nothing else for my father to be concerned about. but only because there's one thing left to do as editor. ”

“What to do as editor? ”

“Yes, I'd like to do one more piece for the reconstructive writer. ”

“You mean rebuilding · · · · · · · ·? ”

Taejin was far away, so the target was not his firstborn, but himself.

He hadn't written a novel since he heard about the reconstruction.

A harsh assessment that it was written by someone else at the peak.

Tae Jin was unable to escape this assessment for a slightly different reason than the rest of the writers.

“Father?”

“Oh, yeah. ”

Taejin awoke from his thoughts in a daze.

Somehow, after recalling the persecutive assessment of the rebuilding, even the nightmares that had been troubling him until just now were revived.

“Yes, do as you please. ”

Taejin gently accepted the invitation of Myeong-seok.

“I'd like to see you on the board as soon as possible, but if that's what you mean, so be it. ”

“Thank you.”

“Let's get out of here. ”

The two rich men left the library.

Taejin asked as he crossed the long corridor.

“Did the new writer look okay again? ”

“Yes, it will be a masterpiece. ”

The answer was immediately returned. Since he was the eldest son who was far from the herd, Taejin looked at his lips with a round gaze.

“You're that good, huh? ”

“At least, in my eyes, it is. Never let it go. Must be published in the name of the publishing group. ”

The answer continued with a strong accent.

With a satisfactory nod, Taejin was extremely envious of the reconstruction.

It was my lifelong wish to be praised by my oldest son as a writer.

But the age of retirement is right in front of us.

It was an agent in this life.

‘There's something good about growing old. ’

Taejin mutters to himself as he steps down the stairs. I'm still as angry as I was when I was young, but I also have a little calmness to control that painful feeling.

The face of a friend who could never be overwhelmed was bright before my eyes. Taejin smiled, wanting to cry.

* * *

“I got an email from Tae-jung. ”

“What about him? ”

Su-hee opened her eyes instead of eating. The name is imprinted on the Internet as someone who maliciously slandered the rebuilding on an anonymous basis rather than a motive.

“I'm just saying how you're doing. Thank you for taking the lawsuit in the past, but thanks to you, I'm working hard to prepare for the civil service exam in part, and she said she'd be happy to marry Su-hee, but she really wants to attend. ”

Reconstruction raised a spoon of soup with an inspiring expression. Su-hee looked at me quietly, shaking her head.

“People don't change that easily. ”

Reconstruction was unforgivable, but Su Hee could not forgive her attitude and taste. It was a despicable thing that was never understood by her true nature.

“You're not gonna send me an invitation, are you? ”

“What are you talking about? ”

I smiled as if reconstruction was ridiculous.

“You can't send them if you want to. I thought we were supposed to just call our family and close acquaintances and keep it quiet. ”

“Look at me, what's wrong with me. ”

Su-hee gave me a balm of honey on my head with a shy face. When I think of one thing, I immediately forget the other.

Right then.

“Who is it?”

The phone I left in the living room rang.

The reconstruction after putting down the chopsticks, I opened my eyes as soon as I reached into the living room and held my phone in my hand.

Why did she call? ’

Reconstruction has been using the phone for a long time and has never changed the number.

There was no way to erase the number written on the phone book once.

Even though we were bad people, it was the same. Knowing a number prevents annoying things from happening when and how.

Reconstruction looked over Su Hee's side and received a phone call.

“I'm rebuilding.”

- Hello · · · · · · · rebuilding teacher.

“I can't hear you. Speak up."

- Oh, hi! Hello, Dr. Hae-won. (Sobbing) (grunting)

It bursts out from the fever before even saying a few words.

Reconstruction took off the earringing phone and frowned.

I've already guessed what the call is about. This woman is the culprit of several malicious comments that even Yeon-woo has recently been angry with.

- I'm really freaking out, hah. I don't think I did it. I was working as a secretary in the Gossip Gardens preparing for the civil service exam · · · · · · I drank too much and I got drunk without knowing · · · · · Umm · · · · · · · ·!

“What are you trying to say? ”

- Please forgive me just once, sir. M-give me a chance to get down on my knees and apologize. Please think of it as a poor human being and just look at it.

Reconstruction loses words and shuts up. The user can't stand the static for a moment, but the target speaks urgently with a nervous voice.

- If I don't get a government official, my life is over. Please, sir. I beg you!

“Hey."

Reconstruction only opens its mouth.

“I know human nature doesn't change that easily. But I think it's also people who know how to try to fix bad habits. ”

- Teacher! Teacher!

“There's no favor in giving someone who can't change. Do you understand me, Mr. Won Delay? ”

The reconstruction spits out unknowingly.

“There is no agreement. A man like you becomes a public servant and takes care of his country's affairs? It's horrible to imagine. ”

- Teacher! Teacher! * Sobbing * Please! I'll do whatever you say! Please, I beg you!

Reconstruction hung up without listening to more heat.

I got another call and blocked it.

Su-hee asked the rebuilder right away.

“Delay? Was she the co-author? ”

“Yeah, like you said, people don't change that easily. ”

Glug glug!

My phone rang again in my pocket.

Let's shut it down. Did he call another number?

Reconstruction frowned and took out the phone.

However, unlike I expected, this time the name of the person who was happy was decorating the screen.

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