Chapter 28

Chapter 28

28/7 – Do you have a fight? "Oh, you do this one more. You have to go with a beer. "
The parking lot in front of the dining room after the artist meeting.
About a dozen of the dozens of writers who came back home were struggling to find a second place for themselves. Reconstruction was also surrounded by a group of writers.
Four Ha, you're just a little over nine now. There is a beer house right across the street. Let's have a drink. "
"Yes, guys, have a good time."
Several female writers who were on the scene intervened.
"Are you sexist now? Are you going to leave the girls alone? We also drink beer, so please insert. "
"No, the beautiful women artists are going to go to 2nd? Of course I should. I'll take care of it. "
It was a good atmosphere without any surprises. But the reconstruction was nothing but a faint smile on his mouth.
"Hey, are you going? YES!
The artists threw their expectant eyes and asked. They had already had a fairly good feeling of rebuilding.
It was not because he was a well-rebuilt writer. That part was only an opportunity to make it interesting. The writers were contrary to the human being of reconstruction.
His self-esteem never listened to him, but he listened to others and exchanged enthusiastic opinions when he spoke about the writings. The attitude of reflective and thoughtful reconstruction was enough to buy the likes of many writers.
"I'm really sorry you drank enough to drink."
The reconstruction replied as if it stumbled across his head. He quickly added to the writers who sigh with disappointment.
"I have chores to deal with. I have also shared contacts and will see you again next time. I'll be back today. "
It was because of the article that rebuilding did not want to drink more.
Anyway, since you have drunk today, you can not write much when you go home.
But there is tomorrow. It was better to stop drinking at this point to recover the condition so that I could write normally even tomorrow.
"I can not help it. Unfortunately, I will not hold on to it anymore. I'll see you next time. I want it. "
"Yes, I want writers too. Have a good time and be careful. "
Reconstruction shook hands with the writers and broke away from the crowd.
Taewon and SOMI were seen side by side. It was a notice that I was waiting. Both of them were laughing at the reconstruction. Reconstruction approached Taewon, which I had not seen throughout the writers' meetings, to feel good.
"Are you going in now?"
"Yes, I have to write since tomorrow. What about the editor and Mr. Sommy? "
Taewon checked the time with a wristwatch and answered.
"We're done, so we have to go in. Ha, I'll take you to your house. "
No thanks If you take the subway, it is just a short ride. I want to break the drink and walk slowly. "
Clear right. I hope that you write well. Please contact me later. I'll be waiting. "
"Sure, I'll get back to you."
Tae – won and reconstruction shook hand in hand.
There was a smile at the mouth of Sommy, a newcomer society. I felt a unique and warm air flow between the two people. These two people have the feeling that they will meet forever.
"How are you going, Soma?"
"I also take the subway."
"I'll go with you."
After sending Taewon, reconstruction and SOMI walked along the subway station side by side.
Because it was night, the wind was quite cool. SOMY walked leisurely, rebuilding the city of noisy summer night.
"Thank you."
At some point, Sommy bounced out.
I looked around the reconstruction and quickly grasped the meaning and grinned.
"I've been thinking about what I'm doing now. I was reminded again that I am an editor. "
After the horse finished, SOMI asked for his lumpy lips.
The reconstruction was so cute because the expression of being made with a twisted face because of alcohol was so cute.
"Why are you smiling?"
"No, nothing."
"Do not lie. I wonder why you laughed? "
Sommy blocked the front of the reconstruction and asked her back as she pushed forward. It was an action that would not have been done before the reconstruction if usual. She drank happily, and she returned to college last year, not an editor.
"Then I fall down."
"So please tell me soon. Why did you laugh … … Oops
SOMI, who had a foot in the sidewalk block.
Rebuilding quickly sprang out and grabbed her arms. The sneakers of the peeled sommelier were bouncing low.
"I stand on a pole and stand for a second."
"Hanging, it's all right, artist! I'll go pick it up! "
SOMI shouted in a unicycle.
Meanwhile, rebuilding was already taking sneakers back.
"Here you go."
"Oh, really sorry. Our apologies.
Sommy repeatedly apologized and put his foot on the sneakers.
Is it because of drinking alcohol?
Or is it because the colorful lights of the night are reflected?
Sommy's leg was so beautiful, I thought of reconstruction.
Sommy was wearing white socks on her blue shorts today. The cat embroidery resembling Rika was the same. It was the impression that it was succeeding even if it became the society person in the dress of university days.
"Where is your house?"
I started to move the pace I had stopped and asked for reconstruction.
SOMI, whose face was completely reddened by a small accident a few moments ago, immediately replied.
"Ah yes. I'm Noryangjin. "
"I can go to the shindorim together."
"It would be nice to take a taxi."
"I like the subway. I can feel it when I see people like this. The subway floods all kinds of materials that can not be seen in the back of the taxi. "
"I'm a writer, too."
"I'm not the only one."
I did not have a seat to sit on the subway, but it was relatively flat. He grabbed the handle on the side of the old man's seat and stood side by side and asked for reconstruction.
"Did you keep living in Noryangjin?"
"No, that house is East Sea."
"You were born where you can see the sea. envy. East Sea Where are you? There are a lot of seas in the East Sea, too? "
"It is Donghae city. Oh, there is a city called Donghae, named after the East Sea. It is in Gangneung and it is in Samcheok. "
"Ah, yes."
In the rumbling subway, the two people made small conversations. I have exchanged daily life as a person, not as an editor and writer. Every time a funny topic comes out, SOMI cloaks his mouth and bursts into laughter.
Arriving at Shindorim Station, the two of them got off the subway.
It was now a point of departure. Standing on their respective platforms, the two of them bowed their heads.
"Please go in carefully."
"Yes, the writer is also very careful."
The turnaround rebounded away first.
Sommy was still looking at the back of the reconstruction that was standing there and getting smaller. At the end, I opened my mouth with a face that I thought was late.
"Ha rebuilder!"
In the crowd, the voices were rebuilt.
Sommy, with the help of his technique, shouted with his hands in his mouth.
"Wish it! You'll get a lot of great work! "
Rebuilding became a blank face. However, he smiled and laughed and looked at his hands. Sommy also shook his hand with a loud smile, then turned around and blended into the crowd.
'I was going to take a rest for a day with an excuse to drink, but this is not going to happen.'
After receiving support from SOMI, the plan was changed.
Reconstruction immediately went to a convenience store in the region to buy a hangover drink and swallow it at once. Then Rika rushed to the waiting room of her waiting room. ……

"Master, dinner is ready."
"I have no idea. Leave it because I will eat it. "
The housekeeper bowed his head deeply and retreated.
Myeong-hoon's eyes were looking at the monitor screen only. He was checking his novel all day long to participate in the Digital Literature in his private study.
'This is enough. It's fun, it's fun. It's the best of all the novels I've written so far. '
Myeong-hoon repeatedly said to comfort himself. In fact, he was nervous. Somewhere I felt that I was lacking at the end.
The title of the novel was 'Solitude in Seoul', a story about the love of a man who was born and honored as a lawyer at a young age and a woman who was born as an orphan and worked at a factory.
Myeonghun wrote the pseudonym 'Ahn Sungwoo' instead of his real name.
It was not in expectation of fairness of judges. It was because of lack of confidence. I was not sure of winning, so I did not have the courage to participate with my real name.
"Honey, do not eat dinner, what do you do?"
"Oh, brother."
Myung-hoon turned his chair back and forth and gave a nice face.
The 9 – year – old brother, Oh Myung – seok, was coming through the open door.
It was the only one of the family who was allowed to freely go to Myung Hoon's study without permission.
"I have my family together and I have dinner together."
"Dinner is over, brother. Have you ever read Seoul's solitude? "
"Yes, child. read."
"how was it? Was this all right? "
Myeong-hun filled his breast with expectation.
Myeongseok was the editor in charge of his father's publishing company. It was a place I wanted because I wanted to have classes. I wrote for a long time, and there was the power that I won in the New Year literature.
I answered immediately without hesitation.
"To be honest, the characters are too flat. The lawyer, the protagonist, seemed only to be proud of himself. Do you think it is a ceremonial ceremony? I feel like I am this kind of person, and you meet a woman who works at a factory like you.
Myung-hoon's face was covered with shade.
I thought I wrote it with an objective mind, but I did not know that I would have heard such an evaluation.
The sharp appreciation of the bright spot continued.
"There is no depth. The biggest disadvantage of your novel is that it feels like licking the surface of the watermelon. The heroine is also ambiguous. Is not the episode that is pushed to the point where it is the person who steals the meal ticket in the factory in the days nowadays? Have you been covering people working at the factory? Do you know how they work, when to take a break, and how to commute? "
"No, what … … That's all I did on the internet. You should go to the real factory to meet people and cover them? I do not think I'll be busy. "
"That's your problem, Myeong-hoon."
A heavy sigh poured out of the mouth of the majesty.
My brother had no habit of trying to experience more than a certain standard. Because it is hard and hard. I still have forgotten one of the most important virtues as a writer.
Myeong-hoon stood up from his seat and grabbed the shoulders of Myeongseok.
"Your brother, are you done with planning your whole company? If you have room, please help me refit. "
"When did I help you? But the more you go, the less I help you, the better I will be. Where is this for? What are you going to do for the competition? "
"It's a secret. I'll tell you later, huh? Some of the parts I do not know are alive. The perfection of the work is also an important novel. Huh? Please."
"Oh, my honor ah … … "
The bright spot was wrapped around the forehead and the tip was clouded.
Her brother 's request was to act on his conscience as an editor and writer.
When I was older, I wanted to take care of my own writing, but I still have to ask for it.
"This is really the last time."
The bright star lifted his finger and nailed it.
Myeong-hoon laughed and pretended to listen to his thumb.
"I will not forget this grace."
"It's loud, son. Come down to eat rice. "
"You should never tell your father."
"I will tell you when you come down now."
Myeong – hoon stood up immediately and walked out of the library after the moon. Now all the worries are gone. If you just go through your brother's revision, you will be reborn as a wonderful novel.