Big Life

38 - True Story (1)

I was standing still even when I was looking at the serious rebuilding.

Where do you think you're going? From now on, I've decided to consult with myself about novels. What happened suddenly?

“Yes, yes. I'll be on my way. Thank you, please. ”

After hanging up the phone, the reconstruction wrapped around my forehead with a pale complexion. He shaking his gaze without warning asked me first.

“What's the matter, Miss Ha? It seemed like a very urgent phone call. ”

“Oh, Jules, I'm so sorry, but I have an unexpectedly serious problem, and I think I should ask you for a novel consultation later. ”

“Don't say that and get up first. Where are you headed? We'll get you there. ”

Myeongseok did not ask me why else.

I know how much reconstruction values human courtesy and commitment. It wouldn't be normal for him to be this dizzy.

“No, Jules. I also brought a car today, so you can go by yourself. ”

The two of them left the restaurant and entered the parking lot.

The reconstruction opened the door of his car and looked at the seat just before riding.

“Thank you so much for your consideration. Excuse me, boss. I'll pay you back the next time. ”

“Please drive safely and stay in touch. ”

Boom!

Reconstruction started and immediately set navigation to the University Hospital at Race Movement.

I wonder if this is how I got out of the car. I was also thankful for the quiet road.

- We have not yet confirmed whether it was a simple trip or something else. Your consciousness isn't coming back.

The look of reconstruction on the policeman's words became darker. Because the word "different" would eventually refer to suicide attempts.

Even if the attempt on suicide is clear, what kind of life has he lived?

I just wanted him to be somewhere good since he left the letter and disappeared. Reconstruction was a feeling of wanting to cry before knowing why.

‘After all, if it's a dry factory · · · · · · · · · ·. ’

This is the place I visited with Su Hee along the 'mustard bath' I saw in my dream. I'm going to see his son this time, to a place that may be the landscape you saw.

Is it a simple coincidence?

Somehow I thought it was not, but there was no contact between them.

I started to see the toll gate in front of me.

* * *

‘Don't do it, Father. ’

One spring day zoo where the sun is warm.

Now, Sangdo, a middle school student, was enduring the tears that were about to burst. My lips hurt, but I couldn't let go.

It was a picnic with my father who had spent a long time alone.

But my father wasn't there for him. I went to the table of another family member, and I couldn't concentrate on reading and praising his son. I even asked for my name and phone number.

‘I've been working hard too · · · · · · · · I got first place at this writing expectancy · · · · · · · ·. ’

I couldn't help but cry.

He turned his head and swallowed up his tears. Then I grabbed my mind while eating the rice buns that were placed on the table.

He was still young, but vaguely felt like he knew.

He's not as emotional about writing as he is about it. He can't hate me for being his son.

This is just because that child who looks five to six years younger than me is much better at writing.

“Sangdo, you come here and eat an apple. ”

I didn't even pretend to have heard of it. In the nick of time, the father of his family sent his son to Sangdo. The boy with the apple tray in both hands suddenly put out his face with a bright smile.

“Brother, have an apple. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“Brother, the adults want an apple. Brother?”

“· · · · · · Just go. ”

The boy did not back down, but encouraged repeated apologies.

Eventually, the first person to settle down was Sangdo.

It was an unforgettable end of memory, with a cold touch of water on the face of grime puffs at the edge of the tap.

“Just go · · · · · · · Please just go away · · · · · ·. ”

“Seoseong-do, are you awake? ”

“ · · · · · ·? ”

Sangdo opened his eyes.

The world seemed to be shaking between the shivering eyelids. As the focus gradually stabilized, I saw the boy's face encouraging apologies.

“Sir? You see me? ”

Unlike what a boy looks like, he asked with a thick adult voice. Sangdo narrowed his eyes and stared at the boy.

Like the fog rising on the lake in the morning, the boy's figure was blurred, and a rebuilding face appeared on the spot.

“Y-you? ”

“Do you recognize me? It's Harebuilding. I got a call and ran right over. You just woke up in six hours. ”

The dazed gaze of Sangdo hovers over the face of the reconstruction.

I realized that the landscape I had just seen before was a dream. Furthermore, it took quite a while to realize that reconstruction was in front of the eyes of reality.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

The merchant shuts up and turns his head to the other side. Pain was coming from my whole body, including my broken arm and leg, but it hurt more than that.

I waited quietly without asking for any more reconstruction.

However, both eyes were looking at a handful of merchandise. One book, reflected in an old bag, was his work 'Evil’.

* * *

“I've already written it. It's short, so it shouldn't take months. ”

A private villa in the Chuncheon Motel.

Taejin said to his cell phone. He was touching a small USB memory with one hand.

- You're amazing, Mr. President. I can't even imagine a perpetrator like me writing such a good article so quickly. How can I thank you as Minister of Culture?

“Haha, no. I hope it's not just the work that's going to hurt the center of the cultural bridge. ”

After a few more calls, Taejin hung up.

Smooth smoke flows through the open window. Taejin smiles, slowly shaking his body back and forth, sitting in a rocking chair.

“This tastes like this. ”

It was a new landscape that was invisible to the former Taiji. After publishing the 'Five Dreams’, the world surrounding him seemed to have changed.

The critics, who used to be a blurry expression, were now praising you with all their heart. Readers who poured all day long on the Internet were also immeasurable.

“Now I understand. What joy you've been living in since college. You pretended to be superficial, but you were never satisfied inside. I'm very well aware of what that honor feels like these days. ”

Taejin still had no USB memory in his hand.

Like the 'Five Dreams’, the work to be taken as part of the Central Cultural Bridge was also to be taken out of this report.

The first two suffered like death. I thought I was worse than a bug and had nightmares for a long time.

But now that's also a bygone story.

Taejin did not hesitate to show his teeth and smile. I am ready to digest everything my old friend has left me in his name.

I even thought it was natural to do this because I decided to.

“No offense, you. ”

Taejin opens the drawer and mutters, taking out an old black and white photo.

This is a photograph from the early 20s.

Looking at his skinny companion standing next to him, he said,

“You've proven your writing works in the world. Just understand my name. Why don't I count the price of my youth for which I have worked for you for so long? ”

Suddenly, the smile gradually disappeared from Taejin's face.

That's why I remembered the truth.

Everyone in the world, including his firstborn son, could not even lie to themselves without knowing it.

“You took this many lines of placenta to the grave anyway. So maybe you should be thanking me! ”

The picture in my hand was crumpled.

Gekko Taejin shredded the picture. There is no longer any longstanding friendship between the two scattered fragments to the ground.

* * *

“Are you uncomfortable? ”

“What's so hard about bragging about money that I have to deal with it? ”

It was a cheerful reply.

From single-person privileges to caregiver services, he was taunting all the conveniences of reconstruction.

Two weeks have passed since the accident.

Reconstruction was avoiding daily commuting from Seoul to the races to see that there was no behavior at all. Su-hee did not hesitate to stay at the racetrack for the weekend where Su-hee took the silver to her mother.

In the meantime, there was little talk.

Except it wasn't a suicide attempt, it was a stumbling accident.

Whether or not the reconstruction was sitting next to me, I spent the day keeping my eyes fixed on the spring landscape outside the window.

To be honest, I couldn't even believe the word "reconstruction" meant that the merchant had lost his footing. He would, too, because his imagination was in extremely bad condition.

At night, I would groan in my nightmares, and I would look for alcohol almost as if it were wrong. Seeing such a picture, it was a reconstruction that scared him to ask what life he had lived in the last few years.

There were more than one or two questions.

What had happened, why I had sent the grumpy message, why I had come down to the race,

And what are the extreme emotions in the eyes of the hostile so far that we are reunited?

Anyway, the reconstruction was never rushed. The merchandise lying on the bed was a fragile bird that seemed to fly even if it could be grasped a little.

Reconstruction just decided to wait quietly.

Then one day.

Glug glug!

Reconstruction looks up at the vibrating mobile phone's movements.

The expression was surprising. It was because it was his cellphone that had never been ringed before. Above the crystal I inadvertently saw, there were three letters that came up with the name 'Leech'.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

As soon as Sang-seo sees the opponent, she buries her phone under her pillow. The more lasting vibrations subside, and he sighs for a long time at the ceiling.

Seeing that, the reconstruction was intuitive.

A phone call I just got changed the corner of my mind.

“What do you want to know? ”

“· · · · · · · Yes? ”

Reconstruction was embarrassed because it was a sudden question.

The merchant only looks up at the ceiling and speaks.

“What do you want to know that keeps me standing next to you? I don't want to see you anymore, so if you have something to say, let's just rip it apart. ”

Reconstruction quickly reminded me of what I wanted to ask.

However, unlike my will, my lips were open and instinctively the first question popped up.

“Do you hate me? ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“If I'm right, I'd like to know why. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“After reading your big life for me, I became even more respectful. I wanted to be able to achieve the beauty of the species in some way. That's why Seoseong must have met you. ”

“The mildew froze to death. ”

The soliloquy of the saint was too small.

His two red eyes filled with tears. He did not hide the sadness of running down his temples.

“It's not your fault. ”

“Yes?”

“That's when I met you and read your writing throughout the country. I've been living with my eyes and ears closed from the world, but I can't ignore your writing. ”

The breasts of the statue as they breathed rose as much as they could.

“You must have been a bit of a writer after plagiarizing my father's work. And I wondered who you were. You took an interest in my father I'd never met in my life. ”

“Hey, I'm · · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“Don't you say it! I'm the only one who talks! ”

Sangdo shouts with a crying face.

The reconstruction immediately shuts up, and he grunts as he picks his nose.

“The more I read your writing, the more I thought about it. You're not the one who made a connection with my father's grave for no reason. If you were a son, and not a cripple like me, my father would have loved it. ”

You steal a wet face with an unbroken arm.

The hand that moved again went into the bag and took out the ‘Evil’.

“I read it exactly thirty times and misread it thirty times. ”

“ · · · · · ·? ”

“That's a great piece. That's why I cried. How hard can I use it to improve everyday? I did something in the meantime. I forgot about the plagiarism and hated my father. And you've wasted your precious youth. Comforting myself that this would be revenge against my father. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“Now you know why I hate you. My insides twist just looking at you. It reminds me of my past mistakes I don't want to think about. So... ”

Speaking of which, I took out the phone that Sangdo put in his pillow.

And I teased the difficult finger with one hand.

After a while, the reconstruction could feel the vibration of the phone in his pocket.

“I sent you my phone number and address. ”

“· · · · · · · What do you mean? ”

“You said you wanted to create a beauty for my father. Go see for yourself and take it if you like. If it's copyright and you need a transfer, get the paperwork. I'll pay you back without hesitation. ”

About 10 minutes later.

The reconstruction in the driver's seat was setting up navigation.

A woman named Lecturer lived not far from the hospital.

Address is Guncheon-eup, Gyeongju.

Reconstruction steps on Axel toward the place where he went to see the mustard bath.

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