Big Life

25/6 – Cheer more (Correct) "Hello, Ha. Are you busy? "- No. I have also turned on my favorite rock series, and I am free nowadays. Go ahead.
The voice of reconstruction was more vigorous than usual.
Taewon wet his lips with his tongue tip. He felt a sense of uncertainty and opened his mouth carefully.
"I just wanted to tell you about the next work." – Alright, next work.
"It might be difficult, but I think it would be great if you were able to publish another work after driving this momentum. How do you like Ha? "- Well, it's … … .
On the other side of the radio, the voice of reconstruction lost strength.
Tae – won, too, lost his energy. Reconstruction continued to speak to him sitting in a simple chair in front of a convenience store.
– I have not thought of it yet. I've been using it a lot lately.
"That's the truth. You'll have a physical problem. "- Honestly, I'm talking to you because I am the editor. I am writing another article to participate in the competition next month.
"Competition?" – Yes, there is a Digital Literature Prize sponsored by the Ministry of Culture and Tourism. I have a long novel that I have used since my college days.
There was a bitter laugh at Taewon 's mouth.
"Alas, yes. Yes. I think you will get good results because you write well. "
Taewon suppressed the regret and gave the answer of encouragement. It was because the reconstruction knew how infinite the passion was in writing. So even though the sales volume has bottomed, I have come to open my heart more sincerely than other writers.
"Are you attending a writer meeting this Saturday?" – Oh, yes. The writer's group should go. I promised Sommy, I will definitely go.
"Yes, sir. So you are troubled and you are on the weekend. "- Yes, your editor is doing well. I'll see you later.
Taewon, who had called off, picked up a cigarette and bit his mouth. And I soon realized I had no lighter for myself.
'Could you later?'
Taewon put up a cigarette in his mouth and stood up. I decided to put off buying a lighter for a while. The overcast summer sky was pouring rain. ……

Boo!
"Bye, hey! Rika! Are you crazy
After the shower, rebuilding from the bathroom was frightening.
She was rubbing her t-shirt on her bed to wear it when she was out. There are already three holes or more.
"What are you doing? I'm not going out today? Hmm…
The reconstruction asked Rika, who had made a pair of mittens for her T-shirt, as if to shine. Rika was just turning his head to another place as if he had made a mistake.
"Oh, it's great. This was the best thing I could wear. "
I have never bought proper clothes in recent years. I could not afford to worry about my clothes because I could not get my job writing right.
In addition, it was the reason that it was poor.
Sometimes I wanted to be fashionable, but buying a shirt at an affordable shopping mall was a burdensome day.
"No way, Rica. Let 's go get some toenails tomorrow. I'll see you once, then I'll cut it myself. "
Cat communication
The reconstruction found a dark blue shirt at the end of the drawer with the old smell.
It was a long time and I wanted the colors of both shoulders and backpack. The reconstruction had put on his shirt and put his head in because it was worth wearing.
"Thank you, Rica. For making money. I'll be back as early as possible so I'm playing well. "
"Meow, meow."
The reconstruction of the house hastened to come.
Even though it is Seoul, it was a remote place, so I had to walk quite far to the intersection where there is a subway station. The sunshine was so hot that I sweated quickly.
The reconstruction that arrived at the subway station went into a department store connected to one building. A cool air conditioner blew up and cool off the body.
'I'd like to molt as a whole.'
Looking back on his attire, he thought of rebuilding.
It was supposed to buy only tops in the first place. But now, everything from jeans to shoes is old. Looking back, it was clothes that had been wearing for a long time. The period of being a monotheistic gentleman was never short.
At the end of the reconstruction, I found a store that matched my taste and moved my foot. It was a brand that could not even afford to watch because of its price.
The lady who was waiting was laughed and hit him.
eoseo oseyo? Do you have something to look for? "
"I'll look it up myself."
The reconstruction picked up a navy blue PK shirt and a beige slack underneath and put it on the counter.
When I took a bar code, the price of two clothes on the screen was going over 400,000 won.
"work hard."
Well, thank you. come again."
Reconstruction went to the shoe store, bought it for the summer loafers, and then went into the bathroom. Then he changed clothes into new clothes in the innermost compartment.
'I'll have to cut my hair right now.'
I wore new clothes from head to toe, but this time I was touched by a slightly dirty head. The time was so tight that I decided to postpone going to the beauty salon tomorrow.
In reconstruction, only jeans were packed in bags, shirts and shoes were thrown into garbage cans, and then they went to department stores.
I looked at the clock and left only 30 minutes until 4 o'clock in the appointment time.
It seemed to be late by the subway, so reconstruction was carried out in a taxi almost untapped.
eoseo oseyo?
"Sir." It's a great noodle. "
Reconstruction in the back seat of the taxi that started running took out the manuscript.
The number of originals output to the printer exceeded 80 sheets.
The title before the headline is '90s boy'. The total amount is about 120,000 characters, and it is perfect for a one-volume novel.
'If this is the case, will your professor be satisfied?'
It was a long novel that began to be used in college.
The main background is the '90s, when the protagonist and his friends were middle school students.
It was a drama and a growth novel that portrayed friendship and betrayal of friends and a grim but hopeful reality, crossing the present and past since the thirties.
Reconstruction has long ago shown this manuscript to Professor Han Hye – sun and received a harsh evaluation. It is the professor's point that there is no point in the story, and whether the novel or essay does not exist.
– Why do not you think about how to fit the text that you want to write to reconstruction? This is just a little bit more careful than others. I can not see it as a novel. It's all your private talk, all wet with self-pity. Who would pay for a mixture of letters that is not worth my price? It is good to bring a lot of work. But I do not want you to waste my time in such a bad time again. I believe that there will be such issues.
At that time, the rebuilding did not sound like a big shock.
It was the completion of my own efforts.
But the respectable professor did not even encourage a word at the end while maintaining a cool attitude.
The reconstruction drank as much as he could, and he pushed the manuscript deep into the drawer.
The reconstruction that I had forgotten for a long time took out the manuscript again recently when I got the talent of Seo. And I could finish the modification by changing the whole thing.
'Maybe it feels good to me this time again. Fantasy and general novels are different. If you say anything this time, you have to revise it again. '
Reconstruction was deeply acknowledged by Professor Han Hye-sun. Her rating was more than 70% acceptable.
Now that the time to show the manuscript is getting closer, the reconstruction has not been able to cushion the tension.
'I want to win … … ! '
The book that is published and won is placed in a bookstore surrounded by a bottle called 'Literary Award Winner'. This was a desperate wind of reconstruction. I thought this was the only way to be recognized by my father.
I can not accept my father 's approval with just one dollar.
As a writer, you have to get your literary awards and honor.
His father, the so-called "old man", was still the only person who thinks that only paper books that can be bought at bookstores are books. The novels of genres such as fantasy and martial arts were not even treated as books. I did not say anything specifically, but it was the reconstruction of my son.
"Can I drop it here?"
A taxi arrived at the destination as soon as I thought about it.
The reconstruction woke up from the thought and took out the wallet.
"Yes, Thank you. Here you go."
The reconstruction went to the professor 's private laboratory, 403, and knocked on the door.
'Come on in.'The voice of the woman came to me, and the reconstruction opened the door.
"Good morning, professor."
"It's rebuilding. Come on. "
In the late 50s, Professor Hye-seon rose up and laughed.
On the desk there was an enormous amount of documents piled up like mountains.
"Maybe you were doing the competition."
"Yes, I have a lot of entries, so it's a lot of work. I have been browsing about 30 roughly now, but I have not found anything yet. Would you like some coffee? "
"I will ride."
I did not ask for the reconstruction, I rode two cups of coffee. I knew if it was HyeSoon's coffee taste. He put a spoonful of sugar on his own and then gave out a little thin black coffee to Hyesun.
"Thank you. The coffee you made is the best. "
"It's just coffee. Happy Birthday."
"Yes, he is. What's good about being one year old. More than that, did you bring the plaintiff? "
Hye Seon, who does not like to say hello, came in first.
The reconstruction nodded gently, and grabbed a bunch of manuscripts from his bag with both hands.
"This time is not enough to waste my precious time?"
The reconstruction did not respond immediately. After hearing the many nights he had kept up with his red eyes, he answered in a deliberate tone.
"Yes, I am confident this time."
There was a slight smile on her mouth.
Regardless of his age, the bright eyes of HyeSoon were still looking into the heart of reconstruction.
Reconstruction accepted her gaze without losing her stance.
"Yes, I see."
Hye – seon sip a cup of coffee and put the cup on the table.
"I've had work, so I can not eat together tonight?"
Our apologies. I'll be back next time alone. "
"Come on. I will read the manuscript quickly. "
"I'll just take this coffee."
Soon after the coffee was drunk, the reconstruction went out to the lab.
Hye-sun left alone and started reading the manuscript of reconstruction aside from the other plaintiffs under examination. As she walks through a page or two, her face has more and more distinct smiles.
Less than two hours later, Hye – sun read the manuscript.
Hye – seon burst into laughter with a line of words written at the end of the novel.
– I am going to participate in Digital Literature. If you win the prize, we will arrange a birthday present and come back.
"Anyway, the wrong guy."
The door knocked.
At the end of the ceremony, seven or eight men and women came in line.
Everyone was a disciple of Hye Sun and was motivated with reconstruction. Sui was also among them.
"Good morning, professor. I think you are younger than last year. "
"This time, I read the criticism about the plagiarism of the professors in the monthly paragraph breaking. I'm professor too. It's a bitch and you do not have to. "
The disciples quarreled with words that Hye Sun would like to hear.
There were even disciples who even tried to exaggerate and flicker.
Only Sohee was laughing out of their group.
"Professor, I tried to bring the reconstruction, but I have a problem today."
Sue said, after a quick conversation. Hyesun nodded with a smile.
Learn I gave him a call in advance and he went back and forth. "
and here! Did you come? Why
"Look at your novel and look at it."
Hye-seon listened to a bundle of manuscripts in her hand.
The title of '90s boy' and 'Ha Hae-gon' was the name of Su-hee.
"What, you rebuilt that son of a real courtesy is a mess."
The other disciples behind him laughed and snarled.
As I waited, other disciples beside me also received one or two words.
Yeah, right. I did not attend the professor 's birthday dinner. He's a spirit, is not he? "
"He is a very funny guy. Professor, you do not have to read such a child. "
Lastly, the disciple who spoke said that he could not spit until he read "I read from the article that I had not been rebuilding."
The disciples who were gathered here now were all still writing except for Sui.
I was busy with my work while I did not dream of the artist.
The purpose and motive that came was not just to celebrate the birth of the professor.
"Did you read it?"
Sue asked me.
Hyesun showed the text of the reconstruction at the end of the manuscript instead of the answer. She saw it, and she burst out laughing.
"How are you? Do you think reconstruction will be possible in the digital literary world? "
In the words of the Digital Literature Prize, some of the disciples gathered a surprised gaze.
They also brought a manuscript to participate in the Digital Literature Prize. Since Hye Sun is one of the judges, it was the biggest purpose that came to bring the impression clearly.
"Eh, maybe?"
Hyesun ended the conversation and put the reconstruction manuscript in his bag.
One of the female students, who was going to participate in the Digital Literature Prize.
"Do you mean that the reconstruction is so good? What is it? Are you good at sentences or portraits? "
"No comment, I'll leave the results. Why are you so curious? Aha, you guys are going to participate in digital literature too? "
The girl looked down with her red face.
Hye – seon stood up and said to his disciples.
"Do not listen to personal expectations that I have been a judge. You know my personality? Myeong-hun came to the man with the plaintiff a couple of days ago, and went to me greatly. He was a jury member, so I asked him to take a look at it. "
"Myeong-hun is also … … Do you mean to participate? "
The disciples' faces have now become dim.
After reconstruction, he participated in the Digital Literature Prize.
Among the motives are two people who write well enough to write on their fingers.
"Look at my mind. You booked a restaurant? Let's go before it's too late. I'm hungry. "
"Yes, professor. Let's go. "
Suhee first went to the lab with Hye Sun.
The disciples, who had fallen loose, were following him. ……

"That writer is Oh Myeong-hun."
"Oh, sweet writer of her room, right?"
"Yes, that is the work that is being made in the drama now."
Looking at Myeonghoon over the table, some of the writers were tired.
Myeong-hoon, who dressed up his body with expensive brand clothes, was chatting among the various artists. Most of the writers surrounding him were women who used romance.
"If I write romance, can I get the attention of female writers?"
"Ha ha ha, do not say that. I'm getting tired. "
It was an old totem pole, a fine dining restaurant.
Star Books borrowed this place today. There were no other guests at all but only 50 of the authors of Starbucks sat in various restaurants.
"At first glance, I think I have a lot of money at home."
"Iknow, right. I'm sick because I'm not looking at it. "
It was then.
A door opened and a young man entered the restaurant.
The writers turned their attention to him. It was my first face to see.
Who is it? Author writer? "
"Maybe not a new employee Starbucks?"
SOMI, who was cleaning up the table, stood up and turned. When she saw the young man in front of her, her face was full of bright smiles.