Big Life

12 – The grade is up. (1) "Yes, Kang Minho. It 's Gwon Tae – won, and the second coming of the devil is good for you. Keep going. Please continue to write only for the growth of the protagonist, so that you do not fall apart. "
"Hello, Hyun Kyung Yang. It's Lapbooks. Yeah, I'm really glad you went over 6000 slapters. I'm going to start paying for it next Friday. "
There were only two people in the lab.
There are two new works in Rauf Books, which is 'The Breath' only. One was Kang Min Ho 's "Second Coming" and the other was Yang Hyun Kyung' s slater.
Both of the works were maintaining their best performance. The reconstruction was a great opportunity to visit the office once a day or so and to give advice and give advice.
One day in January when the wind blows.
Today, rebuilding was taking time with them in a shabby office. It was not only the purpose of coming here to look at the writings of two people. Sometimes I used my computer to write my own.
'A week or two a day is okay with such a diversion?
I was thinking of rebuilding by hitting the batter.
Until I met Minho and Hyun Kyung, I did not have a chance to write in one place with other writers. It was a fresh feeling different from when I was alone. It was also good that the thought that I did not think through the conversation often comes up.
"It's already over five. Ha, you do not want to market? If you do not get in early, what would you like to have? "
"Ah yes. I'm good. Let it be what you want. "
Rebuilding looked back with two hands on the keyboard.
Today was a good day. I ate dinner and spent a little more time and decided to go back. It was slow because it was not a notebook of Seo Gwon-woo, but it did not matter because there were plenty of reserved manuscripts.
Drink!
I got a call from an unknown number.
Rebuilding lifted the cell phone and pulled the call icon.
Hello
I fixed the cell phone between my ear and my shoulder and rebuilt it. The two hands on the keyboard were continuing the sentence of the screen which I could not finish.
– Hi, Ha. You're a rebuilder?
"Yes, it is. Who are you? "- I am Joe Seong-kyung, a representative of the Young Literary Prize of Hyundai.
The hand that hit the batter stopped.
The reconstruction took one hand and held the cell phone steadily.
Hello? Ha rebuilder?
"Yes Yes. Please speak. Go ahead.
I could recognize my own trembling voice.
The heart was already running like it was going to break. The head was getting hot and the electric current from the belly was coming up.
Congratulations! This time, the work of the artist who participated in the Hyundai Young Literary Prize came to be awarded.
The exhaled breath flowed through the mouth and nose of the reconstruction.
I knew from the time I heard that I was in charge of the Young Literary Prize. There's only one thing in the first place that the call will come.
I
There is only one winning election each year.
Competition rate is also intense as it is a contest to receive recognition of paragraphs in one body. The fact that he was awarded here was a rebuttal to the beginning.
"Why is your expression like this? Do not you talk good? "
"Shh, be quiet."
Min-ho and Hyun-kyung moved into a small room, feeling unimaginable. In dense air, reconstruction did not even realize their movements at all.
– There is still time until the official winner announcement. I would appreciate it if you will. You would have to fill out a questionnaire. …
There was a lot of talk from the person in charge. Reconstruction tried to listen to the ear as much as possible, but half of them could not even come in to the eardrum and flew to the air and hid their trace.
– Then I'll call you back.
"Yes Yes. thank… … to be observed.
The reconstruction that hanged up looked up at the ceiling with his head. I had been so hollow for a long time without thinking about my empty head. As time went by, a woman's face began to shudder over the four-sided plaid pattern of the ceiling.
'I have to meet … … ! '
Rebuilding got up immediately, grabbed his coat and lifted Rika and held it in his chest. There was a person who had to tell this news first. If it was not for this person, I could not write a novel called Guryeo no nodo.
"Kang artist, Yang artist. I'm sorry, but I have an urgent matter.
"Ho, did not you have any bad things happen?"
"Not that. Then I will contact you again. "
Reconstruction put Rica in the passenger seat and started the car. Then, on his cell phone, he searched for the name of the dog and pressed the call icon.
– The phone is off. …
'Shit!'
The reconstruction dropped a cell phone with a sadly grim look.
Why the hell is the phone off at this moment? It was a reality that I could not understand at all in the current psychology which was excited.
Maybe you are replacing the battery. The reconstruction I thought so waited a few minutes and then called again. But still the cell phone was turned off.
'If I knew this, I would ask where I live.'
The rebuild grabbed the handle and stepped on the accelerator. I thought I was still working as a helper around the karaoke room that I met for the first time.
It was not so long and I was able to arrive quickly.
Reconstruction parked the car in front of the building and then held Ricaca in his arms. Herb karaoke sign was shining brightly today.
I was so upset that I could not wait for the elevator. In the meantime, I once again telephoned Tarsle, but only the voice of guidance was turned off.
eoseo oseyo?
As she entered the karaoke room, the creepy mistress welcomed the reconstruction. Rebuilding immediately looked up and asked her.
Hello , Do you remember me? "
Well? Come to think of it… … Ah…
The mistress struck her hand with her face that she remembered quickly.
"The bachelor who buried his hand in his hand?"
"Yes, it is. It is not the difference, but the assistant I was looking for. Mr. Darcy. I do not have a way to see if the phone is off. It's urgent. "
"That lady has not seen her lately?"
Four Why
"I do not know. I do not see it if I do not see it, but I was not friendly enough to ask my uncle. What? Do not answer the phone? Did you even borrow money? "
The mistress was asking with a sore eyes that her eyes narrowed and her eyes were grim. The reconstruction shook his head with his hand wrapped in his forehead.
"How long have you been here?"
"Uhm, about a week or so?"
Probably… Can you tell me through the pavilion? "
The reconstruction asked with anticipation. But the mistress lifted her eyes and firmly dismissed her head.
"This time I will not help you, Uncle. I might get bored later. I understand?"
“……OK I've Got It
"Please wait. I may have left my cell phone broken. "
The mistress gave comfort to the face of the wet reconstruction with sadness. The reconstruction nods without power and greets and exits the karaoke room.
Hoo … Rica, where do you go? "
Rebuilding stood up looking at the crowds passing by. I was asking Rika in my arms.
"I'm sorry to think about it now. I've been there several times to have dinner. I did not see it as an excuse to keep busy. I told him I would contact him and he did not contact me. "
Now that I've done it, there was no use for it. The face of the mistress who was crying for wanting to be a star to find his mother remained alive in his mind.
"Meow, meow."
Rika wandered in the arms. Then he jumped down to the bottom of the rebuilt arm in a weakened position. Because people are a lot of nightlife, reconstruction was worried and looked back.
"Rica, do not go away."
Rika was gracefully moving along the road surface of the building exterior. Then I stopped in front of a woman's sneakers.
"Oh, cute. What's your name? "
“……?!” Reconstruction has opened my eyes.
The face of the woman squatting on both knees was full of his two puppies.
"Is it Russian Blue? A female? Where is your master? "
The woman who asked her a cute nose for her nose was a lizard.
Rebuilding led me to a step by step. When I realized that the shadow was falling, Darth slowly lifted his head.
“Oh, Writer brother? "
I was a little grinning when I met Daesul.
It was a face without a toilet at all like when I met at a bar in the past. I looked down at her beautiful and pretty face and smiled at her mouth as she rebuilt.
"What are you doing here? How have you been? "
"That's Okay."
Four What's going on? "
"The novel that Mr. Darcy wrote as the protagonist was elected."
The face of the lizard was as hard as a smile.
At nightfall, the nightlife was crowded. In the midst of so many people, the two were crossing their eyes without words.
Cat communication
Rika broke the silence and squeezed between the two. Reconstruction and the eyes of Liza, who were facing each other, gathered in Rica.
"Why was the phone off?"
"Oh, the LCD went out and left."
I stretched out my legs and replied, standing up.
"I had a rough guest. I had to put it on the table for a while, but I dropped it by sliding the table. Well, I got all the repairs. "
"You did."
He laughed and laughed and walked one step closer. Then he looked up at the reconstruction and looked up at his head.
And? Did you come to see me? You want to let me know? "
"Thanks to Mr. Darcy, I was able to write."
"Where is that? It just worked because my brother was good. "
"Do not work today?"
He turned his body around in jeans on a loose jumper with a twisted look.
"How do you work with these clothes? And I've been gone a week. I felt like I was in the holiday season. "
Four So what are you going to do now? "
"Because I have nothing to do, I came out to buy a beer."
"Good for you."
"What?"
"I promised to buy something delicious today, I will keep."
Daesyun Foop, laughed and laughed. Reconstruction laughed at him, looking down at Rica in his arms.
"When is that already said? I've got a lot of interest? "
"Everything is fine."
"Are you going to peel the bone?"
"does not matter."
I came to the side of the Darjeeling reconstruction and put on my arms.
It was as if it were an old friend or a lover. The reconstruction was not so embarrassed because she was somewhat aware of her liberal tendencies.
"But what about the cat? I would not go anywhere else. "
"There is a place to go somewhere. Or you can take it home and come out again. How long is it here? Take a ride. "
Rebuilding walked with his own car standing about ten feet with the dragon. Lassle raised his eyes as if to surprise him.
"Do you think that your writer has a considerable income? I pulled the car. "
"It's not that expensive. Come on. "
The two cars and the car that carried Rica slowly escaped the nightlife. Rika 's eyes crouched between the two were glaring at anyone. ……

"Do you mean to use Oh Myung-hun again?"
Small meeting room of game company Nation.
There were only two people in the conference room. One was Suhui who was the planning team leader, and the other was the development director.
"That's the story. Please contact us if you come back soon. "
Suhee asked his lips as he lowered his eyes.
At present, Nexian was developing a new mobile game.
The genre was an RPG game with a high degree of freedom. The topic of the story now is about the writer who will write a scenario of this game which is completed up to 60%.
"Anyway I have nothing more to say. Please ask the director of Park for the reason and the process, and let 's meet with Oh Myung – hoon, the artist tomorrow. Away with you.
The fast-paced development director walked out of the conference room. Sue, who was left alone, did not know how to sit up and sit up.
'why… … ? As an issue maker, there is no need for rebuilding compared to Myung Hoon Lee. Reconstruction has also won many digital literary awards in many hit films.
I wonder if the unknown power does work.
Suhee was planning to make reconstruction a screenwriter for this extraordinary new work. The mobile racing game that used the reconstruction scenario has already been overturned. But the text of reconstruction remained. Everyone in the planning team read and recognized their skills.
But now it is myeonghun.
It was Su-hee's judgment that Ming-hun from personality does not match this work. I admit that I write very well. However, the writing used by one person and the writing written by everyone are totally different. I could not accept Myeong-hoon, which makes it hard to show off his self by persevering.
"Huh, my head hurts."
Sue stood up rubbing the bare forehead. A cup of coffee was desperate. As she dragged her slipper, she turned to the break room. I can not even imagine that a visitor could not be there.
"Are you going to have a coffee?"

12 – The ratings are up (1) End