Big Life

38 - True Story (3)

Glug glug!

At Chuncheon's private villa, the writer's phone began to ring, preparing the short novel ambitiously.

But I didn't notice. The phone was buried in a duvet, and the author was overwhelmed by examining the manuscript on the left and right dual monitors.

‘Yeongtae is Cholho Road, Wired is Myeongha Road · · · · · Background is from the' 70s to the '80s when sports rights were in the midst · · · · · ·. ’

Tadadadak!

Tadahak! Tadahak!

The ten fingers of a wrinkled eczema moved vigorously along the memory.

On the left was the original novel, and on the right was the revision that was retreating with his own hands.

It's a process of killing memories and repentance.

He buries the youth and days of his glorious friend and covers his grave with his own future. Taejin smiled as he covered up the humiliation as well.

‘Your handwritten work’ was being completed immeasurably.

‘Phew. ’

The sun rises to the center of the window when I tilt my head down with the dot.

Taejin gets up, rubbing his shifted shoulders. It was time to go out for a late breakfast.

Although he had a woman dedicated to lyrics, Taejin used to go to a nearby restaurant. To take a walk and take care of my health One thing I can be proud of in my entire life. For Taejin, it was health.

‘Oh, the phone. ’

When I got to the cardigan, I remembered my phone.

Taejin pulls the blanket from all over the bed and finds his cell phone. The vibration started before it even got in my pocket.

“Hello, I'm Oh Tae Jin. ”

- Good morning, Mr. President. I'm Team Leader Lee Junwon of the Association.

“Huh? Sorry about this! ”

Taejin hit my knee with a face that said "Oops." I had completely forgotten about the awards ceremony for literature because of the short novel.

“It's really, really old, and you don't get forgetfulness every time you try. Thanks for putting me on the phone, team leader. I will attend as I planned. ”

I couldn't even remember which literary achievement award I received.

A prize with some authority is inevitable. With their hard work, they soon become an honor. As she got older, Taejin was realizing the value that was shining more and more every day.

“Yes, I understand. See you at the awards ceremony.”

After hanging up, Taejin looked at the two missed phone records left on his phone.

“Huh?"

The laughter disappears from his face after checking his name. It was a call from the reconstruction.

‘What's going on? ’

It's been a while since I exchanged numbers.

Most of them, however, were never contacted directly through prestige.

Anyway, Taejin was hot inside.

He did so even though he had not sinned against the reconstruction. When I remembered him pointing out the ‘last journey’ like a sword, my heart palpitated.

“Ugh!”

I lost Taejin's vibrating phone.

The three letters of Hae Hae Hae Hae's name were shining on the liquid of the phone that fell on the floor.

Taejin leaves his cell phone and leaves the villa like he's on the run.

* * *

“My father says he's going home. · · · · · · · · · because of the clothes you have to wear at the awards ceremony. ”

“Yes, Mother. ”

He replied, looking away from the wall while sitting on the living room couch. I couldn't sleep at night, so my eyes were wide open.

“You don't look so good. Aren't you sick? ”

“I'm fine. ”

“It's okay, it's not small. Eugene won't stand by you like this. ”

“I sent it on purpose. ”

“Intentionally · · · · · · · · ·? ”

Her eyes were filled with doubts, Taejin's wife and Myeong Seok's stepmother.

In fact, the attitude of acumen for the whole two days was a mysterious sequence.

Last night, Myeong-seok took a call from someone and ran away. Then he came back in the morning. And instead of going to work, I'm waiting for my father like this.

“Mother.”

“Eww · · · · · · · · ·? What?”

“If I · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

I slowly got up and looked at my stepmother. He expressionlessly said with a flirty look on his face.

“· · · · · · If I can't take care of my father, please do me a favor. ”

“And, Myeong-seok · · · · · · · What does that mean? ”

When the frightened stepmother put her hands together in front of her chest.

The housekeeper ran to the phone.

Immediately, Asrai hears the sound of the gate opening beyond the expansive garden.

“Oh, my father must be here. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Myeong-seok stood far away, silent.

After a while.

Taejin walked inside as the front door opened. As he climbs up to the living room and finds his eldest son, he opens his mouth half empty.

“Why are you at home without going to work? ”

“I had something urgent to tell my father, and I was waiting. ”

“You have something to tell me? ”

Taejin replies with a suspicious tone.

After the release of the 'Five Dreams’, the relationship with my eldest son was no longer cold. It was only a matter of time before I saw his face.

“I have a dinner appointment with the association, so I'm a little busy. Is this important?”

“Yes, it matters. I have to tell you now. ”

Myeong-seok resolutely repeated my position.

Taejin nods and steps toward the library.

After that, I followed him quietly.

“Come on, tell me. What do you want to talk about? ”

Taejin, sitting in a rocking chair, asked with his arms outstretched to the left and to the right. I couldn't even sit in front of him, and my heart was pounding.

As if nothing could stand in my way, my father's gesture of showing himself was sad.

“Do you want to talk about plagiarism again? Yeah, I can tell by that bumpy face. I think I have more to say about which fiction the five dreams are copying. ”

“Father. ”

Even with his head held high, he seemed to burst into tears at once. Then, without hesitation, Taejin continued laughing.

“Is this your father's guess? Ohora, did you want to read a short novel on the Central Cultural Bridge? Then wait. Father doesn't think so, but perhaps our intelligent eldest son will wake up with plagiarism as well. Give me some time to contrast it with all the novels in the world. ”

“Enough, Father! ”

I put down the briefcase that was holding the masterpiece until it thumped.

Taejin could no longer continue his ridicule. Beyond the glasses, the eldest man's gaze shifted. The bloodshot eyes were filled with despair beyond grumbling.

“I'll show you everything. ”

It was not until Taejin sensed a peculiar atmosphere that he stretched his back.

In front of him, he opened his briefcase wide. Hundreds of sheets of unsecured A4 paper poured out.

“What is all this? ”

“This is a copy of a piece of work left by a single person. ”

“W-what? ”

The crooked masterpiece of paper neatly collected into one piece.

In the meantime, a drop of tears fell to the floor. Taejin, who was looking down at the chair, did not notice.

“I really wanted to show this to my father. ”

Suddenly, the enlightened seats put out the organized document with their heads down.

Taejin trembled and looked at his eldest son's nostrils and hands alternately, and he took the paper with trembling hands.

The moment I read the first sentence.

“ · · · · · ·?! ”

Taejin puts his hand over his mouth.

A bunch of documents that were naturally missed were scattered to the bottom of the nettles.

“Also, Myeong-seok · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“You can't have seen it all already. ”

I picked up the scattered documents again and almost forcefully handed them to the two hands of Taejin.

However, Taejin couldn't read a single line, just trembling.

“Where, where, where, · · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“Read it, Father. ”

“Myeong-seok, this is · · · · · · · · · this is · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ”

“I told you, it's a work left before the death of a literature. I made a copy of what his teacher had been keeping. Do I need to explain this to you? ”

Taejin slammed his face with a document in his hand.

It was later that the eldest son acquired them through what circumstances. The center of my head heats up like fire.

I didn't think of anything.

It was too much to accept this moment in real life at once.

“You can see the title of the child sculpture, right? ”

Myeong-seok asked as he threw off his glasses.

He raised his voice as if his hands had stolen his moist eyes.

“After reading from beginning to end, I immediately remembered the last trip my father wrote. There are so many similarities. What do you think, Father? You stay still, but have a drink. No, give it to me. ”

Myeong-seok took a bunch of documents and roughly handed over a few pages.

Meanwhile, several pieces of paper were torn apart.

Taejin closes his eyes with his distorted face no more.

“Look, Father. This is where the short novel" The Prefabricated Milky Way "begins. Do you want me to tell you a little story? This is a journey to find the partner of five boys' favorite teachers. Father, what were the five dreams? ”

“Enough, enough! ”

Taejin, who closed his ears, vomited his plea on the floor.

Myeongseok stood with his back extended.

Waving a bundle of documents in his hand back and forth, he said.

“There are also a lot of messages left in front of my father by a man named Seo Gun Woo. I'll leave you to it so you can check it out calmly. ”

“Where are you going, Myeong-seok? ”

There was a discarded stone on the desk.

Taejin stands up with his legs tucked close together.

“Hold on, Myeong-seok! You, too. You can't do this to me. ”

Taejin bounces back and stands in front of Myeong Seok.

The eldest son who has always supported himself in any adversity.

If I let it go like this, I would never see my eldest son again as a father.

“Step aside, Father. ”

“Myeong-seok, you can't do this to me! You have to listen to Abby! ”

Like a man who fell into the desert during the day, Taejin choked. I was afraid of the expression of the eldest son who blasphemically despised himself.

He can't even catch his breath and grabs his eldest son by the shoulders.

“I wasn't going to do that from the beginning. Abby really didn't mean to steal his manuscript. ”

“I can't trust your words anymore. ”

“Really, Myeong-seok. All these manuscripts were hand-delivered from him. I didn't mean to do this from the beginning! ”

Taejin shredded my head and collapsed.

Myeong-seok suppressed the feeling of wanting to burst by biting his lips. Then I turned around and grabbed the door hook.

“All my life, I've admired my father. ”

The oldest son's words flowed into the past, hurting Taejin.

Huff.

The ringing of the door creaks into Asrai's ears.

“What should I do, Myeong-seok? I am the father. ”

“Congratulations on winning the Literature Award. I will not attend the awards ceremony as a business relationship. ”

The door tightly closed behind my back after Myeong-seok left.

For Taejin who was left in the library alone, it felt like a moment of disconnection from the world. There are traces of an old friend lying around, shaking with the spring breeze flowing through the window.

* * *

"No, why isn't he here yet? ’

Lee Young-goon, the head of the literary trip, fell in love.

It was less than 30 minutes until the awards ceremony. However, there is still no Taiji who is to be awarded the Achievement Award.

‘Maybe I should call you again. ’

Out of the hotel, the clerk took out his cell phone.

As soon as I tried pressing the first number, the screen changed and Taejin's name came to mind.

He glanced at the ceremony and immediately answered the phone.

“Yes, sir. Lee Young-sik! I was just about to give you a call, wondering when you'd be back. ”

- Is it · · · · · · · ·.

“Chairman · · · · · · · · · · ·? You don't sound so good. ”

I don't think I can make it to the awards ceremony.

“Yes, sir? What do you mean by that? ”

- Just try to understand. And I have one difficult favor to ask of you.

“Don't, tell me. Sir, I'll do whatever I can. ”

Taejin's words followed behind the ears of the spiritual ceremony.

And after a few seconds, everyone around him could see his face ripped open so that his throat could be seen.

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