Big Life

34 – Where can I go (5) 34 – Where can I go (5) "What is it? Is it really Korean? "
When he saw the man standing up from the seat, the reporter lifted his eyes. Is it Asian with black hair and yellow skin?
"Are Koreans right? Was it true that Aiden Smith was a funny Korean? "
"I do not think so."
The reporters belonging to the EBC Broadcasting Station opened their mouths wide open.
They were some of the Korean reporters who were allowed to enter the restaurant in advance.
Hello , It's Aiden. "
The Asians opened their mouths to the microphone.
It was English, not Korean.
There was a mischievous laughing place somewhere in the mouth.
"But my castle is not Smith, but Cooper."
“······?!” "I have the same name as Aiden Smith, who coincidentally wrote the evil. I am Aiden Cooper, editor of the American Open House Publishing Company. Mr. Aiden Smith was absent due to the circumstances of the monologue, and I became the deputy prize winner. I would like to express my sincere gratitude on behalf of Aiden Smith. "
"Ah … it was like that."
They were convinced but on the other hand were EBC reporters who could not hide their hysterical feelings.
Of course, I could not retreat like this.
"Just say one word! What is the nationality of Aiden Smith's writer? "
"Sooner or later, the writer himself will bring out the story through the media."
"Rumor has it that a Korean-American is right? Is the main character of the malice adopted by the United States as a child the story of the author himself? "
"As I told you, I do not know, so I can not answer."
Eddie Aidan refused all questions from the reporters. He went downstairs and gave a cheers to the judges. The mass media gathered like waves and the scene of the aqueducts became more and more exciting.

*** – I can not see you. Do you take this precious letter and write down my precious time?
– How proud are you for your own words? Do you want to reveal your superiority by destroying the format of the ready-made paragraphs? This is a shortage, and I can not help but notice the bad name.
– Do not be mistaken, you are never a genius. I am just a wandering writer who is very familiar with the grammar and a little more than others.
– Do not talk back and write again! It's not worth the time to listen to your boyfriend's objection! I'm your teacher! I can not get out!

"Uh ………!"
There was a groaning in the mouth of reconstruction.
The whole body, which was swamped with sweat, was shaking like a chill.
"Uh ……. uh …!"
It was a nightmare that I confronted while laying on the table next to my bed for a while. The oppressive ranting of the opponent was continuing.
The reconstruction was not awake and was accepting the nightmares helplessly.
"Rebuilding, rebuilding ah."
Sue, who was asleep in bed, woke up when she heard groaning. She shook her shoulder to wake up at a glance at the condition of serious reconstruction.
"Rebuilding, why are you doing this? Get up. "
"Uh ………?"
Rebuilding broke my eyes.
The two pupils, which were fully extended, contained the face of Sui, who was sorely burdened.
"It was a dream …"
"Did you have a nightmare?"
The reconstruction nods with a sigh.
“······.” The face of the opponent who poured rant to him did not come up. The more I thought about it, the more it became dim.
'Maybe this is also the memories of your seniors.'
It was a reconstruction that was overwhelmed with a strange feeling.
I cheated on my memory.
Whenever I achieved my literary achievement, I realized that I had dreamed this unexpected dream.
'If you were a senior, who would you be able to do this rhetoric to a great person like your senior?'
Reconstruction fell into the mind of the chin.
I was worried about that kind of thing, so Suhee spoke again with a joke.
"Do not feel well? I will go to the hospital after you. "
Reconstruction lifted his head.
I had forgotten about the nightmare. My beloved wife was in a state of sickness.
"Let 's see, Su – hee. Did you get a little fever? "
"It's getting better. Thanks to your great nurse. "
Sue said with a smile.
Reconstruction was not relieved. He looked directly at the forehead of his head and said.
"I still have a fever. Let's have a better day. "
"What about dinner? Because of me, I've been eating forever. "
"I like to die too. I think I'll warm it up. I'm lying. "
The reconstruction came down to the kitchen on the first floor. As he put the porridge in the electric oven, he fell into thought again.
Who would you look at in your dreams?
"You still think about dreams."
Sue, who came sneaked behind his back, said to hug the back of the reconstruction.
Rebuilding turned and laughed.
"Why did you come down because you lie down?"
"It 's better to move little by little. This is okay. What kind of dream did you dream of? "
"I want to explain, but I do not remember well …"
The reconstruction was scratching the back of the head and the tip was blurred. Sukhee, who was gazing quietly in the stillness, grinned and pulled out his cell phone.
"Wake up from the dream, Yap."
Hahaha
"You know this is not a dream, but reality."
"Of course I know."
Rebuilding responded to the article on the cell phone screen.
It was the article that the writer of "evil" Aidan Smith won the award of the Gokkur. Aiden of the open house, which was awarded as a proxy, was decorating in the middle of the photograph.
Sue picked up his cell phone and pulled the reconstruction.
I'm really sorry. I can not go to France because of me … "
"If I say that one more time, I'll bite you?"
"But I'm really sorry. I did not know that I would have been sick when I was doing this all year round. Do not worry, do not talk about it, we are rebuilding. "
"Gongkur awards are honorable, are they more important than our wipes?"
The reconstruction grazed to the forehead 's forehead to make a sound.
Right after that, the cell phone rang in my pocket.
"Wait a minute, I am the editor in chief. Hello? "- Hello, Mr. Ha. How is your wife?
"Thanks to your concern, it has improved a lot. I'm just brewing my own porridge. "- I'm really glad. When I met at the hospital on the first day, I was very worried about seeing Mr. Ha so disturbed. I do not know what to do if my teacher hurts.
At the end of receiving the greetings, the words of Myeongseok entered into the matter.
The reconstruction was occasionally nodding or briefly answering and listening to his words.
The bright smile did not know how to stop.
That night. A new article has come up in the 'City of the Wicked' café.
This article, which was adopted by the operator as a public notice, was filled with tremendous content.

*** "I still do not hear from the male ?!"
"Yes, bishop. Not yet."
The manager replied with a frightened look.
Jae – hoon lifted both hands and rattled my head.
"Damn, is this Kyoung-won's brother and Won-film going straight? I still can not get in touch with the Gokkur Prize. I do not even know the identity! "
It was very uncomfortable to plant the resurrection that shouted against evil.
Many times, he has praised 'evil' through various media including broadcasting.
I was not conscious of the work of filmmaking and appealing, but it is true that I admire the workability anyway.
However, the writer of "evil" still does not even say a word whether he is a man who does not know how to appreciate it.
"Any man should have a conscience …. I would have heard from the publisher, huh ?! I praised my work so much! At least I do not want to send a thank you note even if it is not a phone call! "
bang!
Jae-hoon was not able to beat him and hit the table with his fist. But the manager, who was standing in a lot of fear, stepped back.
Right then.
The news started on the living room TV where the power was on.
The first news flowed through the mouth of the announcer.

[Gordon Prize winner 'Evil' writer Aiden Smith will visit Korean readers. According to the author of the Hang Sung Publishing Group, the meeting with the readers is based on the will of the artist. "……… ?!"
Jae – hoon loses his word and stares at the TV.
Aiden Smith, who did not have a chance to contact so much, would hold a fan meeting with Korean readers?
Two ears to hear and two eyes to see were suspicious.
"You posted a notice in the cafe?"
"Give me your cell phone, where's my cell phone ?!"
Jae-hoon instantly accesses the 'City of the Wicked' cafe on his cell phone.
Then I realized that the news just came out was not a lie.
"Fan meeting in the Multipurpose Hall of the Hwaseong publishing group headquarters · · · · · ·? I received application on first-come-first-served basis ……? "
Before long, the two eyes of Jae-hoon were fully inflated at the end of the notice. It was because of the one-line sentence that the application for the capacity of 500 people was already closed.
"No, what the fuck? It's already been a few hours since the announcement, but it's already closed ?! "
Jehoon waved around the living room briskly licking his lips.
At the end, I realized that there was only one way to get out of my cell phone. It came to this point that I decided not to go through the original film, but to hit it directly.
– Yes, it is Mr.
"Oh, you have a lot of trouble. It's Nao Jae-hoon, the movie director. "- Yeah? Oh, yes … Good morning.
"Is not that what the evil writer really opens the fan meeting? Is this true? "- Yes, it is.
"Is the author Korean? Are you a fun Korean? "- I'm sorry, but I can not tell you that.
Jae Hoon was annoyed to sigh. Then I nodded my head as if I knew it.
"Let's just ask. I already said it was closed, so make one more seat. No, two. "- That's what I can not do with my authority.
"Then please change the authorized person." – I'm sorry, but it is difficult.
In the ongoing refusal, Jae – hoon boiled up.
Who are you?
Is not it the great master who once praised me as a famous director in the vanguard of the Korean movie industry?
"Look, the vanity is Mr. …!"
A hot snot leaks from the nostrils of Jae-hoon like a fire. As he struggled, he asked for a squeezing voice.
"Please do me a favor, please. I like one, make me a seat. I am not an ordinary person, and I have not seen one or two of my movies. "
As a master of the Korean film industry, it was a very stubborn speech.
Anyway, I wonder if my heart is euphoric. The female employee over the radio was troubled, but was speaking.
– Then I'll find out if I can make it and give you a call.
"How long do I have to wait? I'm sick of waiting now. "- I'll get back to you in 30 minutes.
Got Then please. "
After finishing the conversation, Jehoon threw his cell phone and sat down on the couch.
Finally, holding his "evil" in his hands, he wanted to have a seat.

*** The head office of Ungung Publishing Group was more cluttered than ever.
It was because it was the day of the fan meeting of writer Aiden Smith who won the Gokur prize for 'evil'.
500 participants who had applied in advance had been lined up long from the door to the hallway. After completing the confirmation process, the people were intensely anticipated and entered the multipurpose hall.
'Why is it so late …?'
At the back of the spacious hall, Jae-hoon grunted into the room, staring at the entrance. It was because the representative film of the one film which it came to is still not arrived.
Right then.
Hum…
When he saw a man who passed the entrance and walked into the hall, Jehoon opened his eyes.
There is no waiting for Kyuwon, and the rebellion is more than anybody else in the world.
'Why did he come here? I am interested in the writer who won the Gokur prize. Is this? No, you pretend to be interested. It will boil inside, but I want to look cool. "
Jae – hoon interprets it as a self – reference and while grinding it.
The surrounding people recognized the reconstruction by one and two and began to approach. The reconstruction surrounded by the readers for a while now signed with a bright smile and took pictures with them.
'It's been a while since I tried it. Do you think this is the signatory? I am interested because I am interested.
Jae Hoon turns around and turns around.
A man familiar with his eyes was passing by. Jae-hoon's mouth immediately caught under his ears.
"Oh, is not you a congressman?"
“Oh, Wu is not the director? "
I stopped by with my aide, and I am pleased to have a handshake. Jae-hoon was unhappy with his hand.
"I did not know I would see you again here. How busy have you been here? "
"Huh, this is my job too. The writer who won the Kokur prize came directly to meet Korean readers. Can he not visit as a member of Moon Defense? I will try to find ways to improve the Korean content industry by listening to a lot of good stories. "
"He is also a senator. I see myself trying to do so for the development of the country.
"Do not do this here. My seat is in front of me, so coach Woo is sitting with me. "
"Thank you very much. Let me give you an example. "
Jae-hoon was in a good mood and stretched his shoulders and followed his success. At one point, his grade was up one more step.
"Then I saw the reconstruction again."
“Right. I'm sorry to hear that you were busy writing this book.
He was given a pretentious gesture because of his face as a member of parliament.
However, the inhabitants who hated reconstruction were all the same as the restless ones.
"Well, I do not think the book has been selling well these days, so I came here to advertise? The original writers do not write, but they look at things outside. "
"Ha ha ha, Wu coach is also true …. Anyway, it's true that reconstructed writers are writers. I attended the ceremony so that I could hear a lot of good stories from the artist who won the Kokur prize, so if I could build up my own literary skills, I would not have done it. "
"Indeed, you are right."
"I do not think that the author of Ha-Gwan Kim has won a few prestigious literary awards in Korea, but it would be great if he could make his name widely known as a world literary prize, like the Gokur prize."
"Decades later, that day might come."
Gain and resignation burst into laughter again.
The audience seats lined up behind their backs were almost filled to the point where it was hard to find vacancies.

After about 10 minutes. The entrance of the multipurpose hall was closed and the white light of the rim loses light at once. In comparison with him, a beautiful woman appeared on the stage that was brightened without limit.
"Woo coach, is not that Park Hye Sang announcer?"
Yes, that’s correct. I think the EBC signboard announcer is in charge. "
A joyful heartedly answered his head. Then he looked around again with his eyes.
Is Aiden Smith somewhere in this audience? Or is it hiding in another waiting room that is not seen?
Hye Sang, who was on stage, introduced the story of "evil" after completing his greetings, but he did not hear it at all.
"… Then I will finish the introduction at this point. Now it is time for you to wait for your readers and meet the artist who was curious. "
Jae-hoon swallowed his spit without knowing himself.
Likewise, nervous participants breathed together. As the hall was filled with static, Hye Sang added with a smile.
"Aiden Smith, please come out."
There were big and small boys all over the audience.
Everyone was looking at who was Aiden Smith.
And also,
Someone who sat on the corner of the audience stood up.
“······?!” “······!” The two eyes of JaeHoon turned upside down.
The person who comes out of the seat and crosses the hallway is not a reconstruction.
The reconstruction was very cold and I was walking toward the podium.
All of the 500 subjects that were confused about what was going on were concentrated on reconstruction.
"Well, I ……… Hahaha rebuilding no? Why are you doing that? "
"I do not know either, Senator … I wonder if you would like to be a simultaneous interpreter as an artist representative?"
I stepped on the stairs and climbed to the top of the podium.
After receiving the microphone, he stood up in the middle of the podium and looked at the audience.
"Hello everyone. I am author-rebuilt. "
Numerous audiences, including gain and resignation, were still unable to grasp the situation.
Why is reconstruction coming up at this point?
The crowd was getting bigger and bigger.
The reconstruction closed his mouth for a moment and took a deep breath once.
The face of the gratitude people, starting with Seo Gwang-woo, crossed my eyes in turn.
As soon as his heart was swollen with his fullness of joy, his mouth slowly opened.
"I am Aiden Smith who wrote malicious intent."

34 – Where can I go (5) End