Big Life

34 - Where to go (5)

“What is it? Are you really Korean? ”

Seeing the man standing up from his seat, the journalist raised his eyes. I thought you were Asian with black hair and yellow skin.

“Are you Korean? Is it true that Aiden Smith is a funny-looking rumor? ”

“No, I think you're right. ”

Reports from the EBC station were astonished and each of them opened their mouths wide.

These were just a handful of South Korean reporters who had been pre-approved to enter the restaurant.

“Hi, I'm Aiden. ”

The Asian man opens his mouth to the microphone.

It was English, not Korean.

There was a playful laugh somewhere in my mouth.

“But my last name is Cooper, not Smith. ”

“ · · · · · ·?! ”

“Sadly, it's the same name as the malicious Aiden Smith. My name is Aiden Cooper, editor of Open House Publishing in the United States. Aiden Smith became unhappy because of his lifelong circumstances, and I was awarded a proxy. On behalf of Aiden Smith, I would like to thank you sincerely. ”

“Ah · · · · · · · · That's it. ”

EBC reporters who were convincing but at the same time unable to conceal their frustrating feelings.

Of course, he could not back down.

“Tell me one thing! What is the nationality of the writer Aiden Smith? ”

“Soon, the author himself will tell the story through the medium. ”

“Isn't it true what they say about Korean-Americans? When you were a child, was the malicious character adopted into the United States the author's story? ”

“Like I said, I don't know anything, and I can't answer that. ”

Aiden, the editor-in-chief, refuses to answer any of the journalist's questions. He goes downstairs to meet with the judges in a row, and a dazzling flash erupts around him. Massive coverage flooded in like a wave, and the award-winning scene became even more exciting.

* * *

- I can't let you take this crap and call it writing, and waste my time?

- How proud are you of your lines? Do you want to expose your dominance by destroying the formatting of the written sentence? You're so shorthanded and you know how to handle a bad basin.

- Don't get me wrong, you're no genius. He's just a common scholar who's a little more familiar with grammar than anyone else.

- Don't talk back. Put it back on! I don't have time or value to listen to your little brat's arguments! I'm your teacher! Get the fuck out of here!

“Ugh · · · · · · · · ·! ”

Moaning comes from the mouth of the reconstruction.

My whole body was covered in sweat, and I was fluttering like a chill.

“Ugh · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·! ”

It was a nightmare, lying on the bedside table, with my eyes closed for a moment. The opponent's irresistible abusive remarks continue.

Reconstruction was incapable of waking up and embracing nightmares.

“Rebuild, rebuild. ”

Su-hee woke up when she heard the groaning. At first glance, she looks at the state of serious reconstruction and shakes her shoulders.

“Rebuild, why are you doing this? Get up.”

“Mmm-hmm?! ”

The reconstruction only opened my eyes.

Su Hee's anxiously bitten face was embedded in her two enlarged pupils.

“Was it a dream? ”

“Did you have a nightmare? ”

The reconstruction sighs and nods.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

I can't recall the face of the target who spilled the abuse on me. The more I thought about it, the more faded I became.

‘Maybe this is your memory too. ’

Suddenly, it was a strange reconstruction.

I looked at the memories and said,

Every time I achieved my literary achievements, I thought I had these unexpected dreams.

‘If you were, who could say such things to a great person like you? ’

Reconstruction crashes the chin and falls into remission.

Su-hee spoke again as a joke because she was worried about that appearance.

“You're not feeling well? You're gonna be next in line for the hospital. ”

Reconstruction hurriedly raises its head.

It reminded me of the fact that I had completely forgotten about the nightmare. My wife, who I love now, was sick.

“Let's see, Su-hee. Have you lost your fever? ”

“Much better. Thanks to the great writer's care. ”

Su-hee smiled and said.

Reconstruction was not reassuring. Looking directly at Su-hee's forehead, he said.

“I still have fever. Let's rest a little more today. ”

“What about dinner? You've been dead all this time because of me. ”

“I like to die too. I think I'll warm it up. Lie down.”

Reconstruction brought Su Hee back to the kitchen on the first floor. Putting the cooker in an electric stove, he thinks again.

I wonder who I saw in my dreams.

“You're still dreaming. ”

Su-hee sneaked up behind her back and hugged her waist and said.

The reconstruction turns around, smiling bloody.

“Why did you come down here to lie down? ”

“You need to move a little faster. I'm okay with this. What were you dreaming about? ”

“I want to explain, but I can't remember. ”

The reconstruction scratches the back of the head and blurs the end of the sentence. Su-hee suddenly took out her phone, smiling quietly.

“Wake up from your dreams, ya. ”

“Hahaha · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“You know this is not a dream, right? ”

“Of course I do. ”

When I saw the article on the phone screen, I rebuilt.

It was an article that said Aiden Smith, the author of "Evil," had won the Confucius Award. Aiden, a suspicious surrogate in the open house, was decorating the center of the photo.

Su-hee grabbed her phone and hugged the reconstruction.

“I'm so sorry. I can't go to France because of me. ”

“You said I'd bite you one more time, right? ”

“But I'm so sorry. I didn't think I'd be sick all year. I told you not to worry, we're rebuilding. ”

“No matter how honorable the Confucian statue is, is it more important than my wife? ”

Reconstruction put it on Su Hee's forehead and kissed her mouth for a sound.

Immediately after, my phone rang in my pocket.

“Wait, I'm the editor of Myeongseok. Hello?"

- Good morning, Miss Ha. How's your wife?

“Your concern has made me feel much better. He's boiling his own food. ”

When I met her at the hospital on the first day, I was so worried that she was too distracted. What if even you get sick?

After exchanging greetings, Myeong-seok's words came to the point.

Reconstruction was occasionally nodding or answering briefly and listening to him.

I didn't think a bright smile would stop.

That night.

A new article appeared in the ‘City of the Malicious' cafe.

The post was announced by the operator and contained horrifying content for all members.

* * *

“You still haven't heard from Vong?! ”

“Yes, Director. Nothing yet."

The manager replied with a frightened expression.

Jae-hoon raised his hands and twisted my head.

“Damn it, is Kyu-won doing the right thing with his brother? You still can't get in touch with the honorary public defender? I don't even know who he is! ”

The planting of Jae-hoon shouting for evil was extremely uncomfortable.

In the meantime, he has praised "evil" countless times through various media, including broadcasting.

It was also true that he was conscious of the work of filmmaking and did not have any appeal, but he admitted his work.

However, the author of "evil" is a human being who does not know gratitude.

“You have to have a conscience about who you are. You must have heard from the publisher, huh?! That's how I complimented my work! Shouldn't you at least send me a thank-you email? ”

Boom!

Jae-hoon punched the table with his fist because he couldn't win. The manager, who was still standing there, took a step back.

Right then.

News started on the living room TV when it was turned on.

The first news came through the mouth of the announcer.

[Aiden Smith, an award-winning author of 'Evil', will be visiting Korean readers. According to the director of the published group, the meeting with the readers is at the writer's will · · · · ·]

“ · · · · · ·?! ”

Jae-hoon lost his words and turned to the TV.

Aiden Smith, who has never been in contact with a kite, has held a fan meeting with Korean readers?

The two ears I heard and the two eyes I saw were suspicious.

“I see you posted an announcement in the café. ”

“Go ahead, give me your phone, where's my phone?! ”

Jae-hoon immediately accessed the ‘City of the Malicious' cafe via his cell phone.

Then I realized that the news that just came out was not a lie.

“Fan meetings · · · · · · in the multipurpose hall at Woongsung Publishing Group headquarters Receive applications first come first served? ”

Soon, at the end of the announcement, the two eyes of Jae-hoon expanded to the fullest extent. It was because of a line that said 500 applicants were already closed.

“What the fuck? It wasn't even a few hours after the announcement was posted, but it's already closed?! ”

Jae-hoon bit his lip nervously and wandered around the living room.

After that, I realized there was only one way and took out my phone. I came here to judge that it was the right thing to do, not through the film.

- Yes, the heroic mystery editor.

“Ah, well done. I'm Woo Jae-hoon, the film director. ”

- Yes? Oh, hi.

“Is the evil writer really holding a fan meeting? Is this true?”

- Yes, it's true.

“Are you a Korean writer? Are you having fun?”

- I'm sorry, I can't tell you that.

Jae-hoon lets out an irritating sigh. And I nodded and said, as if I knew.

“Do me a favor. Speaking of deadlines, make me one more spot. No, two. ”

- That's the part I can't do with my authority.

“Then change the person in charge. ”

- I'm sorry, that's hard for you to say.

Jae-hoon's insides boiled with continuous refusal.

Who you are.

Maybe it was the maestro who once praised the famous director at the forefront of the Korean film industry.

“Hey, Heo Young-un! ”

A fiery nostril gushes from Jae-hoon's sheep nostrils. He suppresses his grief with difficulty and asks for a squeezing voice.

“Do me a favor, do me a favor. I need you to make room for me. I'm not an ordinary person, and you've seen one or two of my movies. ”

It was a speech that completely undermined my pride as a Korean filmmaker.

Either way, I was desperate. The woman across the radio was troubled and said,

- Then I'll see if I can call you.

“How long do I have to wait? I'm sick of waiting. ”

- We'll be in touch in half an hour.

“Okay, please. ”

Jae-hoon dropped his cell phone and sat on the couch.

He was holding the ‘evil’ that was right next to him, and he desperately hoped that there would be room.

* * *

The headquarters of the Sung Publishing Group was more cluttered than ever.

It was because of the "Evil" award-winning author Aiden Smith's fan meeting.

The 500 participants who applied in advance were lined up from the door to the hallway. After the verification process, the people entered the room with an expectant look on their faces and all purpose alone.

‘Why are you so late? ’

Jae-hoon stands at the back of a wide hall, grumbling toward the entrance. It was because the representative of the original film, who was to come, had yet to arrive.

Right then.

‘Mmm-hmm?! ’

Seeing a man walk through the entrance and into the hall, Jaehoon opened his eyes.

The disciples were waiting for no one to come, and a reconstruction was revealed that was more hateful than anyone else in the world.

What's he doing here? Are you also interested in the award-winning author? No, you're pretending to be interested. It'll boil inside, but you want to look cool. ’

While Jae-hoon interprets and sharpens his teeth according to his own plot.

The people around you recognize the reconstruction one by one and begin to approach. Soon, the reconstruction surrounded the readers signed and photographed with a bright smile.

‘You're never really trying. You think this is his autograph? It's good to have your attention. I can't wait to get beat up again. ’

Jae-hoon turns away, cursing his insides.

A very familiar man was passing by before his eyes. Jae-hoon's mouth immediately caught under his ear.

“Aigoo, aren't you Congressman Kwon Sung-tae? ”

“Huh? Aren't you Director Woo? ”

I'm glad you stopped with my advisor and asked her to shake my hand. Jae-hoon shook his hand and nodded his head.

“I didn't expect to see you here again. You must be busy with the State Department. How did you get here? ”

“Haha, this is my job, too. The author who won the Gongur Prize came to meet Korean readers in person. Can you not come as a member of the Municipal Defense Council? I have heard a lot of good stories and intend to find ways to develop the Korean content industry. ”

“You're the senator. When I see you really struggling to improve your country, I get very small. ”

“Don't do this here. Let's go together. My seat is just up ahead, so you can sit with me as well. ”

“Thank you so much for this. Now if you'll excuse me. ”

Jae-hoon felt proud and stretched his shoulders and followed behind the achievements. I felt like I was taking my class up one more step at a time.

“Then came the rebuilding again. ”

“Yes · · · · · · · · ·? Haha, I heard you were busy writing. What brings you here? ”

Achievements were told to pretend politely because of the face of being a congressman.

However, the hatred of rebuilding was one and the same discipline.

“Well, aren't you here to advertise because books aren't selling well these days? Writers with incompetence usually battle with outsiders, not writing. ”

“Hahaha, right supervisor also · · · · · · ·. But it's true that even a reconstructed writer is a writer. Now that I've been there, I've heard a lot of good stories from the award-winning author, so if I can build my own literary skills, that's it. ”

“You are absolutely right. ”

“Even a reconstructive writer doesn't necessarily have a few domestic literature awards, but it would be great if he could make a name for himself as widespread as public literature awards. ”

“That could happen decades later. ”

Achievement and Jae-hoon burst into laughter again.

The auditorium, filled behind their backs, is now almost filled to the brim with difficulty finding a vacancy.

About 10 minutes from that.

The entrance of the multi-purpose hall was closed and the white lights on the edges lost their light altogether. A beautiful woman appeared on a brightly lit platform to contrast him.

“Director Woo, isn't that Park Hye-Sang's announcer? ”

“Yes, that's right. Wow, I think the EBC sign announcer is in charge. ”

Jae-hoon, who admired my heart, frowned and replied. Then I looked around again with my two eyes.

Aiden Smith is somewhere in this audience. Or is he hiding in another invisible waiting room?

The statue on the top of the statue was introducing the plot of ‘evil' after greeting, but it was never heard from Jae-hoon.

“· · · · · · And that concludes the introduction. Now it's your turn to meet the author who has waited so long and wondered. ”

Jae-hoon swallowed his saliva without even knowing it.

Similarly, nervous participants died together. While the whole hall was statically surrounded, the comet adds a fresh smile.

“Come out, Aiden Smith. ”

There were loud noises everywhere in the audience.

Everyone was distracted by looking around for Aiden Smith.

And.

Someone who was sitting in the corner stood up.

“ · · · · · ·?! ”

“ · · · · · ·! ”

Jae-hoon's eyes immediately turned upside down.

It's ridiculous to reconstruct someone who leaves and crosses the corridor.

Reconstruction had a very bold look on its face and was walking to the top.

For some reason, all 500 people who were confused were focused on reconstruction.

“Am I not · · · · · · · · · · Haejeon? What's wrong with him? ”

“I don't know, Senator. Maybe you want to co-translate for me as a writer? ”

The reconstruction on the stairs and up the stairs divided the statue and the handshake.

Then, after taking the microphone, he comes to the center of the stage and stands up to the crowd.

“Good morning, everyone. I'm Harebuilding a writer. ”

Many audiences, including achievements and remedies, were still unaware of the situation.

Why did rebuilding arise at this point?

Sulaiman grew bigger and bigger everywhere in the audience.

The reconstruction shuts up for a moment and takes a deep breath.

From the beginning of Seo Gun Woo, the faces of the thankful people flashed before my eyes one by one.

Soon, his heart swelled with joy, and his mouth slowly opened.

“I'm Aiden Smith. ”

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