Big Life

04/1 – There is no money and no popularity "Yes, it is nothing. Go ahead.
The editor was saying with a faint pause.
– Actually, I'm a bit worried about this work.
"is that so鈥?… "- It is good that Moorim's adherents go to the fantasy world. But I keep staying in the fantasy. In addition, the protagonist from the beginning is not completely Senmancikin, growing more and more encounter with stronger enemies, the profession is just plain blacksmith too craftsmanship.
The reconstruction stopped his mouth trying to sigh.
When I looked at the nightlife scene in front of me, a lot of people were smiling with happy smiles. Everyone except myself seemed to spend a full day of joy.
The editor-in-chief continued.
– Ha I know you're always working hard. I know, but if you pay attention to the same thing, you often miss essential fun.
"Yeah鈥?… "- I can get it out if I dare to do it. But the number of guarantees will be less. I do not think you should expect much from my sales. And it may be premature termination, but it is better to consider the way to start northward as well as paper books.
The reconstruction was blacked out and squatted in the place.
The editor was adding in a certain tone.
– Perhaps, you will not be able to surpass your previous record. Maybe it will be worse.
You will not be able to surpass the previous record.
The editor thought that he was an objective person who was faithful to his work, but the reconstruction seemed to be breaking his heart.
– Think about it and contact me. It's still before publication and I can afford it.
"Yes, your editor. Gomapseumnida I'll contact you. "
Rebuilding hid the sickness and deliberately answered with lively voice and then hang up. And I took out a cigarette with a sigh and asked.
'Shit, real … … ! '
The former editor-in-chief was referring to a reconstruction fantasy novel published last year.
The performance of the work was never good.
It was completed with 5 volumes and the total amount of royalties earned was less than 1.8 million won. I could see that the price per person was only about 360,000 won. It was a terribly low profit to complete a volume that I had to spend all month without rest.
It is said that the situation has improved with the revitalization of the North Korean market, but it was a story of a distant country for reconstruction. The North Korean royalty coming to the reconstruction every month was even a shameful level to say. There were also many times when I could not exceed 10,000 won.
– But is that money? One million won in one book?
Myeong-hoon's face, which I was surprised to say, stood in front of me. Rebuilding clasped his head with both hands, opening his mouth to a cigarette. This time, not only one million won per book, but 300,000 won. The editorial director 's forecast has been mostly right.
'Stop, now … … . '
I could not keep up with 300,000 won a month.
At present, monthly salary is only 350,000 won. There was no answer when we sum up miscellaneous dues.
There were two ways to choose. Continue to write or resume at the convenience store part-time job that was done until last year.
I am 27 years old.
A rarity of life without any money.
Without knowing it, tears flowed from both eyes. I do not think the day will come. The reconstruction stood stupid, unable to shake the flowing tears.

"Carefully go in."
The rebuild that came first in the taxi said. The backseat 's devotion was drenched.
"Yes, 雭? Let me call you tomorrow. Knight, depart. 雭? "
The taxi departed with the tongue twisted Jeong Jin's horse.
The reconstruction stuck both hands in his pocket and headed to the turbulent home. I dropped it a little farther. It was because the room where the living room that I live in was lonely, and the car did not enter.
On the left side of the road was a stream, and on the right was a wild mountain.
This reconstruction, which is always unfamiliar with the road, has been walking alone with heartache.
Hum…
At some point the reconstruction stopped and stood.
Something unnatural landscape came into view.
Though it may have been an illusion due to sake, the reconstruction looked back on the path.
'Oh, that's … … ? '
On the way to the middle of the mountain, the eyes of reconstruction stuck.
It was where someone's grave was.
It was such a grave that the bereaved did not care for a long time and gave a feeling of seedy feeling of weeds.
But now it was another reason for the reconstruction. The monument that stood upright was lying on its side.
'Who deliberately knocked you down?'
Was it sympathy for the sake of alcohol?
The owner of a desolate grave felt haphazard.
On the other hand, I was curious. I wondered what kind of life I had been left without even receiving my family 's help. It is the grave that I have seen everyday, but this is the first time I have ever felt this way.
Anyway, that was not important to reconstruction right now. He climbed up the slope of the wild mountain, which was led as if he had been guided, to the grave.
'And, this … … Bigger than it looks? '
The monument, which was small when seen from afar, was quite huge.
The reconstruction lifted both arms and grabbed a monument. The smashed, the sounded, the stronger the monument that came down slowly came up. A blob stood in the face of the rebuilt reconstruction.
"Turn off … … ! "
Kuwoong!
A massive monument stood in its original shape.
Rebuilding stood bent on his knees with his hands and took a rough breath.
"Wow! Ugh! Ugh! Woo, Woo-woo … … ! "
Drinking and drinking, I came to nausea.
The reconstruction sprang a squeeze of a sick thing and blocked his neck. It seemed that everything I ate in the evening when I was vomiting was coming out.
"Hmm … … Hmm … … "
The reconstruction looked down at the clothes that were picking up the breath. Both arms and hands were dirty with monumental soil.
'What is dirt in my mind.'
Rebuilding approached the grave and began to pick out the weeds that grew lush. It was more difficult to see than I had seen. I wish there was a herb scissors, but there was no such thing.
It was when I went back to the grave behind my face.
"Hey ~ Ong!"
"Uh huh! ZOINKS!
The reconstruction pushed the underside back. One cat was sitting with his tail on. It was a small cat with short, dark blue hairs.
"What, you. House cat? "
The reconstruction asked the cat. I was wearing a pink string on my neck. There was the name "Rika" in Korean.
"Rika? Is your name Rica? "
Cat communication
"Why are you here? Have you lost your way? "
Cat communication
The cat looked up at the reconstruction and cried.
Somehow I felt that cat's eye level was high. Looking down, the cat sat on the box. It was a big ramen box wrapped in tape.
"What is it again, it is strange."
It was a world full of horrific news, and a scary thought preceded it.
The reconstruction swallowed the saliva and reached into my box with the courage. If it was related to crime, I would like to know more. The cat came down from the box and stood beside the reconstruction.
鈥淯mm . . . Notebook
The reconstruction that opened the entrance of the box muttered with a stupid expression.
I had a laptop. It was a worn-out old-fashioned notebook at a glance. In addition to the notebook, there were fountain pens, gray mugs, and brown horn glasses.
"Is this your masterpiece?"
"Meow, meow."
The cat cried as if the cat had heard its head. Rebuilding carefully reached out and stroked the nape of the cat. The cat stuck close to me as if I had seen the reconstruction.
That moment.
Oh.