Big Life

37 - Game on Now (2)

“Reconstruction, is that what this is about? ”

Su-hee notices as she approaches the side and asks a quick question.

Reconstruction turns to her and nods.

“Uh, he was with Ljubau that day. Obviously, we were introduced as content industry technicians in the name of cheap ping · · · · · · ·. ”

Reconstruction was still a face that could not conceal its surprise. It naturally reminded me of the passage through Beijing International Airport without proceeding. Tae-Bong interrupted as if he had read his mind.

“Now I can finally accept it. If someone is confirmed to be the next president in China, it's like a free pass, not a job. I was honestly anticipating for a while. ”

“Now you're pretending you knew something else. Don't lie to me. ”

Zhuge and Tae-Bong frowned again.

Next to him, the reconstruction suddenly felt warm. Suddenly, Su Hee's delicate hands hold her hands.

Just in time.

One heavy energy spills into the middle of the rebuilding landmark. It was just a somewhat different feeling of love for a beautiful wife.

‘I've been writing so far. ’

Watching the TV far away, the reconstruction rang out to the chords.

On the screen, Uda repeatedly preached the advice he had heard from the reconstruction, emphasizing the importance of the Korean Cultural Bridge.

When I saw that, I vaguely realized some things.

“Why are you standing there staring at me like this? ”

“Su-hee and her brothers, come quickly. Are you gonna start with the game? ”

Sitting back in front of the computer, the reconstruction never deviates. I felt sorry for the people around me, but the game didn't flow properly and was dry.

It's late at night.

After eating until dinner, I disappeared into my own home. After closing the door and turning around, Su-hee finally vomited a question.

“What have you been thinking about all day? ”

“Huh? Me? ”

“Are you trying to hide it from me? It's been weird ever since King Uda was on TV. ”

“Was it? · · · · · · · ·. ”

The reconstruction mutters and looks down at the silver pole in Su Hee's chest. He rubs his nose against the cheeks of the sleeping silverware.

“Just. I just had an idea. I'm no longer stuck in my own room writing my own words. My remarks can be very important to someone. ”

“Hmm · · · · · · · · · · · ·? ”

“Everything King Uda gave today in his speech about the Korean Cultural Bridge was my advice. Of course, it could just be a coincidence. But since I think my words might affect the other person's idea, it's like · · · · · · · · ·. ”

The reconstruction lifts its face from the silverware and pauses. A steadily ascending hand presses and holds onto its sharp point.

“· · · · · · I have a sense of responsibility that I never had before. ”

“I think I understand. ”

“It has something to do with you. I'm actually the head of a family that needs to take care of my wife and daughter, so... ”

“Shh.”

Su-hee smiles, placing her finger on her lips of reconstruction.

“Break the silver. Let's lay him down and come back.”

“Give it to me, I'll do it. ”

As soon as they laid the silver pole on my cradle, the two of them hugged each other. Both lips were moistened with hot breath.

“Will it be okay · · · · · · · today? ”

“If you don't mind touching my breasts. ”

Both cheeks of Su Hee, whispering back and forth, flushed slightly.

Reasonable reconstruction grabbed Su-hee by the back of Su-hee's sheep's thighs, and Su-hee used to hang around his waist with both legs. Soo-hee's shirt, skirt, and underwear made their way as they fell behind them one by one.

“Where are we going? This is a library.”

“I can't wait to get to the bedroom. The rocking chair is fluffy.”

“He's out of his mind, really. Ha, ha, ha! ”

“Ugh, I'm sorry. I said I wouldn't touch it, but there was a tissue here that I didn't know about. ”

The two eyes that glowed in the dark corners of the library faded. The humidity in the library, which must remain dry at all times, rose to its peak that night.

* * *

[The Bress Online launched official services in China and Taiwan. Several MMORPGs have been launched in recent years, but they haven't done very well in the Korean market. How's The Bress reacting, old world reporter?]

[To conclude, it's an amazing propaganda. FPS and real-time RTS genres. Among these, PC Cafe's share surpassed 6.5%, ranking fourth overall. Now the only game in the whole genre from 1st to 10th is Maple Company in the 7th place, Royal Lineage in the 9th place.]

[Yes, there has been considerable appreciation from the time of beta testing until the official start of service. What do you think are the strengths of The Bressman?]

[First of all, the scale is very large compared to the production period. So that means that we started the service with enough content. Optimization is good, hardly any bugs, and it's a work-to-job balance for the character.]

“Well, you've done well. Of course it's my daughter's game. No, don't you know the basics about people broadcasting games? ”

“You too. I mean, it's Lee Soo-hee who makes this game every time on the air. Do you have to advertise to feel better? And she's just your daughter? She's my daughter. ”

Even though my wife Purgatory, who was carving the fruit, gave me cotton, it was not awkward. There was also a computer beside him, gazing at the TV as if distracted.

The monitor was almost finished updating the game program.

Glug glug!

The stone's phone rang.

I grabbed my phone like a person who was looking forward to receiving a package.

“Hey, Mr. Widower. You slept well last night. ”

- Very good. Have you had lunch? You have to run with me today.

“We are updating now. When do you want to access it? I can do it right away. We must break the Spirit Dungeon today. ”

- I'm just following Tang, who trusts me. I wonder how your hands are so fast.

“I still have a bit of a Royal Lineage toe. The keyboard and mouse tapping aren't dead yet? Hahaha!”

Kyungwook grabbed my phone and burst his smile.

Purgatory shakes its head and rises to its feet. My husband's hobby of fishing or organs changed completely.

Even if I wanted to, I'd do it alone.

When I let my wife make a character, I used to say that I had to run a raid rather than farm the tem, but it was hard to understand. Thanks to this, purgatory was not a hassle for me to play a game that wasn't even there for me.

“Honey, where are you going? You should come in.”

“You're having fun with a good widow. I'm feeling a little dizzy just looking at my own screen, so I need to rest today. ”

Hell leaves the room with a tray as if fleeing.

The laughter behind her back echoes through the house. The adventure of the character ‘Mr. Love Savage' and the character 'Bravo Mylife’ of stone had already begun.

* * *

“You said you were going to Europe. I'm glad the game is going well. ”

It was JooJoon's office.

As always, JooJooJoon's first greeting recently discussed the work of the hottest reconstruction. The reconstruction on the couch only smiled at the view outside the cold window in December.

“What is that, a heartfelt smile? ”

“I came here today to ask you something. ”

“What do you want to ask? ”

“What happens to you · · · · · · · · schedule before then? ”

“Why the sudden schedule? ”

“Tell me. ”

“What's the big deal? We're going to China to get two copies of the Joker. And there's nothing left but hiking booths and suits and CF's in the fridge. ”

JooJoon sat down beside the reconstruction.

“After I completely froze the talent show, I was totally free. Not like a star in space. I would've shot The Breeze Manfrep by now. ”

“Hahaha · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“Don't just laugh, tell me now. What do you want to say? ”

“Dojuna.”

“Keep your eyes closed. ”

“You said you read evil funny, right? ”

“ · · · · · ·? ”

The tapered gaze of suspicion was young. It didn't take me long to realize what reconstruction was about to say.

“Rebuild · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“You already know what I'm talking about. The protagonist of evil would not have been complete without you. So... ”

The reconstruction smiled beautifully and gently tapped JooJoon's back.

“I'd appreciate it if you could keep that in mind. There's going to be a bad movie someday, and I want you to sit in the lead position at the production conference. ”

“What are you talking about now? ”

“We will proceed on your schedule. I'm sorry for the burden. ”

“You know I'm not doing this because I'm too burdened. ”

They met each other's eyes and smiled at each other.

In fact, appearing in the work of reconstruction was very enjoyable for JooJooJoon. It was separate from friendship as a friend. For him, the original piece of reconstruction was like a fitting suit for the body, and the acting was very comfortable.

‘There's something in your text that makes me shake. ’

It's so unfamiliar, you can't just say it out loud.

The trajectory swallowed into the stomach and switched to a spontaneous pretending agent.

“Director Yoon Tae-sung and Director Lee Eun Ha are doing well. I haven't seen you since you got married. Speaking of evil, why don't we call him right now? ”

“It's still early. I only spoke to you first. I'll call you later. ”

Joon pouted his lips and put his phone back down.

A moment of silence reminds me of what happened yesterday.

“By the way, I called from the cover film. Can you make a special appearance for me? ”

“On the film? What is it? ”

“Five Dreams. The role of a dead man your teacher loved. ”

“Ahh · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

The reconstruction immediately shook his head.

Taejin's "Five Dreams" was the number one best-selling bookstore.

I've already sold 700,000 copies.

Filmization has already been decided and is now in pre-production.

Soon, Taejin was recognized for his peak work in addition to the paragraphs and publishing industry. Such a Taejin is a writer and a masterpiece, so the praise of three years was enormous. I was not envious of the great praise that the rebuilding had received through 'evil'.

“I heard you read the work. It's good, right?"

“Good.”

With a grumpy look, JooJoon vomited sincerely.

“I told you before, you were so moved by the phone. I was a little surprised to learn later that the work I told you about was five dreams. It was really good. If I was a teenager, I'd be one of five boys. ”

“That's what I thought. It's a really good piece. I wish I could write something like this. ”

“You can use it. What do you want with all your strength? ”

“No, I don't think my lines are good enough yet. ”

The reconstruction leans back and sighs.

I didn't have the slightest inkling of arrogance in front of my friend, but I never said it out loud.

“But why did you come from a literary trip, not a big one? · · · · · · ”

“What? I didn't hear that. ”

“It's nothing. I'm hungry, Joon. Let's go out and eat. I heard there's a new Doncas on the second floor. It looks delicious. ”

The reconstruction rises, pushing forward.

It began to snow into the world outside the window as they fearfully stepped out of the front door.

It was the first snowfall of the year in December.

* * *

[The old man is not dead! The colourful return of the absolute Korean literary maestro Oh Tae-jin!]

[Decide the 'Five Dreams’ Movie! One million notices are coming soon.

[The reason for not publishing in the new writer's speech, ‘I wanted to work with my beloved successor’]

["Five Dreams" by Oh Tae-jin, The New York Times, "Evil" by Hae-reconstruction exported in over 60 countries]

The literary travel ceremony couldn't stop laughing all day.

It was rewarding to focus on the company. The company that had repeated the deficit route was opening up quickly, with the ‘Five Dreams’ shocking propagation.

As marketing continued, the spirituality was also busy.

I used the network that I had built up to operate from place to place, and I was not hesitant to fly to a large local bookstore if I needed to. He was keeping the promise he had made to Tae Jin to do his best.

* * *

One cold January evening when the new year came.

A few hours' drive from Seoul, the city races were also raging. The people on the street were pushing their faces up their noses in their chunky clothes. Everyone was hurrying to a warm house, shrugging their shoulders.

“Uncle, stop drinking. ”

“Just one more bottle, just one more bottle. ”

A soup kitchen at the mouth of a shabby alley.

I asked him with open eyes, regardless of his face. Above the table were two bottles of soju that had already revealed the floor. The liquor station, which I had prepared for dinner and drinks, was not touching a finger.

“I'm scared to death that someone's dead. If you're going to drink, you should be able to have some soup without anxiety. He didn't put a spoon in his mouth again today. ”

“Because I ate a lot on the way here. Aunt, just one more bottle. ”

“Oh, I don't know anymore. ”

The man opened the third bottle of soju that the landlady had brought him and immediately began to inhale.

Then I drank slowly for over 30 minutes and woke up.

“Thank you for eating. ”

“Uncle, take this. ”

“What is this? ”

“Gimbap, I got plenty while I was packing up my kid. Go in at dawn. ”

“I'm fine.”

“No thanks, take it. People who go to the diner get hungry at dawn. You're staying at the inn down here. There's nothing but convenience stores. Come on. ”

The landlady forcefully handed me a bag of kimbap.

The man bowed his head in a fluttering gesture, thankful, and left the grocery store.

“Shit · · · · · · · I poured three bottles into the empty, and it was hot, hot. ”

The man takes off his coat and mutters. The passers-by move aside from the road, avoiding the extremely drunk one.

I wonder how long it's been.

A man stopped in front of a small bookstore with a stationery corner. His eyes were dragging like magnets to a list of best-sellers that looked over the window.

1. Five Dreams - Oh Tae-jin

2. Malice - Rebuild

“ · · · · · ·. ”

The man sniffed once and insisted on walking.

However, I could not walk ten paces and turned around. He gave up everything as a writer and boasted that there was no trace of foolishness, but he could not turn away.

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