Chapter 5
05/2 – It is a great gift. Reconstruction opened his eyes with both eyes open.
At the moment when I touched the cat, I could feel the energy that I could not express in my arms.
"Uh … … What, what? Did you drink a lot of alcohol? "
Suddenly, I came to my head. Rebuilt with one hand wrapped his head and groaned. The cat was standing next to sleeping reconstruction.
"Ah, he must have drunk. I need some rest. You should go to my house once. But if you want to listen to the box, you'll have to listen with both hands. … "
At the end of reconstruction, the cat jumped up over the box. When I saw the cute figure, the reconstruction laughed at me forgotting my headache. With two hands on the box, the cat was sleeping on top of it.
"Your name is Rica, right?"
Cat communication
"There's only milk to give you home. What do i do
Cat communication
"If you wake up tomorrow, I'll find your master somehow. I do not have anything to do anyway. "
Cat communication Cat communication
That night. The reconstruction dreamed in the tide.
An old man in his 60s was smiling a warm smile. He approached the reconstruction and spoke quietly.
– Write what you want to write. However, I should be able to distinguish the selfish mind that does not care about the article to write and the reader to write.
– Do not forget the first time you decided to write. I always have to know how to make that decision. "Uh … … "
The reconstruction was awakened by a rubbing of the head with a hangover.
Cat communication
The cat who was guarding the reconstruction all night, Rika came crying. Rebuilding raised her body by touching Rika, her face on her cheek.
"Did you sleep well, Rica? We should go for a walk around town. And you play with toys and I start working … … "
The rebuilding could not speak, and I asked my mouth.
With his face full of drowsiness, he looked at Rica. Both eyes were shaking sharply.
"Lee, Rica. I knew you originally … … ? "
Cat communication
The reconstruction was confusing. The daily routine of Rica was clearly drawn in my head. This is the first cat I saw yesterday.
Oh. Huh? This, this? "
The new memory was not just about Rica.
Reconstruction bore trembling all over the memories of my brain. Memories of memory were irregular and inexplicable.
The scenery of walking with cat rica, the scene of writing somewhere, the image of a young woman crying and crying, etc.
Soon memory recalled a picture in the mind of reconstruction. The reconstruction of the person in the picture reminded me of the dream I had last night.
'Show me your grandfather!'
I had forgotten the fact that I dreamed until just after it happened.
It was the old man who showed his dream and advised reconstruction. The memory of the old man came into the head of reconstruction.
Soon, the rebuilding went out of the studio by a pair of slippers. There was something to be confirmed right away. Rika was following quickly after the rebounding rebellion.
The place where the rebuilding arrived was the tomb of the hill.
He took a deep breath and looked into the monument he had built last night. And it immediately froze.
– Seo Geun-woo (1952 2012) "I can not … … ! "
The reconstruction sat down against the floor, banging up and down. The name of the elderly man who was craving for his memories was just a hyeongeun.
How can this happen?
Someone's memories, some of those memories of people who have been dead for a long time, come into my head. Rebuilding looked at his cheek. I was clearly feeling the pain. It was never a dream.
“Oh, This, this? "
Another new memory was added to the head of reconstruction. It was a resident registration card of Seo Gon-woo.
"… … Pyeongchang-dong … … ? "
Reconstruction revived resident registration address.
Pyeongchang-dong is the same as Seoul and not far from here. If you take the subway, you can go within 4 50 minutes.
'I should go anyway.'
Once reconstruction came home, I rushed to wash my body. And I packed a laptop, a fountain pen, a mug, and a horn-glasses that I picked up in a big backpack yesterday. Finally, I caught a cat Ricardo.
"Come here too. This is probably your house. "
Cat communication
Rebuilding took Ricardo to the subway. I wanted to ride a taxi because the cat was concerned, but I had to use public transportation for financial reasons.
"Oh, what is it? Take the cat to the subway. "
"I have allergies, too."
Our apologies. "I'm so sorry…" I'll be back soon. "
I repeatedly apologized to the uncomfortable passengers, and I became an instant stop. The reconstruction took Rica and quickly got off the subway.
'Let's see, bungeo … … . '
As the address nearer, the number of villas seen increased. Rebuilding suddenly stood in the middle of a narrow alley surrounded by villas all around.
Cat communication
Suddenly Rica landed on the ground and stood in front of him. Rebuilding passed through the alleyway that ran along Rica with a stepping stone.
Soon Ricca stopped in front of a shabby villa.
The reconstruction saw the address plaque next to the entrance of the villa. It was exactly the same address as the one written on the resident registration card of Seon Kwon Woo.
"It is also your house. I remember you. Let's go inside. "
Rebuilding entered the villa and hit the doorbell of 201. After a while, the voice of the man came back through the interphone.
Who are you
"Ah yes. Excuse me. Do you know? "
“……And?
The voice of the man suddenly became heavy. He rebuilt his neck with a furor and responded quickly.
"In fact, I have his grave near my house. There were laptops and stuff like that. I also had a cat, but I thought it might be yours. "
"How did you find this place?"
"There was a paper in the box with the address. Well, I guess it was a courier sticker. "
Rebuilding lied. Suddenly, the memory of Seongeun came in, and I could not take out the crazy sound that came along.
"There was an address? I do not think so … … . I do not need them anyway, so I'll just go. "
The man did not open the door at the end and was speaking only on the interphone. Reconstruction was caught up in strange moods. Speaking of which, it was clear that this man had gone to the grave.
"Hey, what's with you, Mr. Seo?"
The reconstruction asked the interphone. I needed information. What is the identity of the old man named Seo Gon-woo who entered his head without any notice? I wanted to find out.
Bumpy!
Suddenly, the door opened with a roar.
I was surprised and stepped back, and a man in his thirties showed up before the reconstruction. From the morning, his face smoothed and the smell of liquor came out from his mouth.
"What do you know about my father?"
"Oh, the father?"