Chapter 178

Chapter 178

22 – Let's meet at home (10) 22 – Let's meet at home (10) What is that? "
"路路路路路路not a big deal. Let's go to the car. "
The rebuilt body in the back seat was looking down at the box above the knee. When I met him last night, I had to drink a lot of alcohol without saying anything. What on earth did the courier deliver?
'Why are you telling me, suddenly?'
As the wenwoo started to run, he gleamed with a strange eye.
Suddenly, the look of the rebuilding which was heavy was caught in mind. I was curious, but he did not ask anything, he stepped on the accelerator.

The box was tightly sealed with tape. There was no cutter knife, so the reconstruction was pretty hard to break. When I opened it, I saw a thick note and a small envelope inside the box.
Compared to old notes, envelopes were new. The reconstruction was opened from the envelope, which I thought was a bitter writing.
As expected, it was a piece of the top-of-the-

– Haha to the teacher.
Resolution.
It is really awkward in the texture of the ball pen caught in the tide. I did not run away from the odor of the night. If you read this letter, I ask you to burn it.
Looking back, it is an oddity. My father 's souvenir has been turned into a kite. The more I think about it, the less I can feel the strangeness.
That day the teacher 's question pierced my song.
It is very hard for me to explain why my father and I were not happy. Nobody in the world knows why I hate my father.
From now on, I want to tell you the story. It is a story that can not be seen face to face. I do not even know why I'm having such a painful story.
I just thought I'd have to tell the teacher.
It is a reward for having your father's house and your obsolete souvenirs taken care of so far. I do not have much room for reward.
A long time ago … I have plagiarized.
I guess you already guessed this one word. My lump, which was also in your home, is 'looking for a way'.
I received a praise from the paragraph side that it is a good work. Though I rejected the Momentum Prize. As I told you, it is the contents that I wrote because I steal.
And … the object that steal was my father.
I plagiarized my father's unfinished novel. I have copied my father 's novel, which has been repeated hundreds of thousands of times for over ten years.
There was no such thing as the unconscious when plagiarism writers often defended themselves. I certainly remembered and copied my father 's novel. This is true forever.
I grew up in honor of my father's greatest impression.
I started to write since I was a child when I was subversive and I inherited my father's temperament. And as I got older, the more I wrote, the more I was overwhelmed.
I could not even step on my father's shadow even if I used 20 hours a day. It was a day when I could not even get rid of it.
The boy, who started to show off in various events since middle school, realized clearly when he became a college student.
That the innate talent was different.
It's okay to ignore it as overly subjective and subjective. But it was true in my life. A writer who wrote as great as his father could not be found anywhere else in the world.
I was able to read many of his many works thanks to his privilege as a son of my father. All of them were like gems since I was born.
As I said, there is no work that has seen the light of the world.
It was a great article to feel the inferiority in my eyes, but I did not have sex with my father.
I was saddened by the fact that people could not read and were buried in the attic.
My father always praised me.
Good writing, good writing, and more refinement would be a great writing.
But from a certain point I was not able to hear the praise of my father. Maybe this is a sympathy. Maybe your father thinks he wrote well on his subject.
The man who writes well like his father does not go out to the world, he is angry, sad, and does not understand.
The tangled feelings made me plagiarize. Even so, I think his reasonable thoughts of showing my father's power to the world were quite large.
But it was more personal irritation than that.
I wanted to imprint my name stone in the paragraph when I was young. So I needed the power of my father. I believed that you would forgive me at least once in the day when I copied my work because it was my only son and no one else.
The result is what I see today.
On the day of the discovery, my father packed his bag and left the house. Everything in the attic burned. You were very angry, but you only had one word.
You are still my son, but you are no longer a writer.
Since then I have rarely seen my father.
I did not go there once when I happened to meet at home. My father, who came back from time to time, would only take the necessary burdens and go on a long journey again.
In the meantime, I have not done anything for many years.
To this day, I have been living like a maggot with my father's savings. I thought it was revenge for my father to live like this.
Is not it really pathetic?
How could you get this story out of your drinking party with your teacher?
And I will ….
The enclosed note is the work of my father who plagiarized me.
The only thing I have hidden is the horn. I do not deserve to have it for me, so I can not throw it away, and I would appreciate it if Ha would handle it like any other relics from my father.
From now on, I am going to go on a long journey.
Maybe it will be a journey to follow the traces of my father.
I will contact you on your way back to your mind and body.
He had trouble reading long memoirs.

鈥溌仿仿仿仿仿?鈥?Rebuilding could not immediately collapse the readings. The decades passed by the two rich men seemed to penetrate his heart.
"Are you all right?"
I stopped by in front of the red light, and asked me through the rearview mirror.
"I'm worried about it before. What's wrong? "
"Nothing. "Never mind."
Reconstruction dismissed the anxieties of the martial arts and put the letters in envelopes.
Then his hands were heading towards old, thick notes.
The only work left without burning.
When I put my hands in both hands, it seemed that the heavy stomach of Seo Gon-woo was passed over. The title that came out over a page was 'a big life'.

*** "Oh, it's the galaxy." – It's the way to go back to see the mustard baths with the artists. It is Yoon Tae Sung too. You took a good shot? Five million spectators would be simple?
"You know how to win or lose. I appreciate that you look good. "
Taesung lay down the scenario he was reading and his head was lifted back. As he rubbed his eyes, he asked his cellphone.
"How about the marketplace?" – Today is the first broadcast. Now I just have to sit down hoping that it will come out well.
'Marketplace' is the title of a trilogy drama that is made up of a reconstruction script. The title 'market and people' was rejected for being too old fashioned. In the area of 鈥嬧€媍hanging the title, reconstruction was simply passed without complaining.
The Galaxy continued on the other side of the radio.
– You still can not rest? You've got a lot of fury.
"I was reading the scenario that you sent me, but not yet. If you take this far, you'll really have a year off. "- Do you think you can cast the actor of that artistry?
"The first test results are favorable to Tincent Pictures. It is said to be a good mask in China. I have to look at what it looks like. I do not have one or two actors on the spot. "- I hope the movie will be released a lot. I already had a mustard bath in a schoolgirl, just like this keyword.
"Maybe it should be good if you raise the awareness of Hong Yeesul."
In reply, Taesung recalled the view of the artist who had seen him a few days ago.
She did not even know that Tae Sung appeared and was practicing her passionately for the script of "Gyeongwoon Noh". I know that the probability of being chosen as the main actor is extremely low.
-It'll turn out okay. The director is Yoon Tae Sung.
"done. By the way, is it time today? Would you like to have dinner together and use the marketplace? "- Good, money would have made a fortune. I shoot. Where do we meet?
"I'll pick you up at the office until seven o'clock." – Okay, let's see you later.
Taesung hanging up the phone looked around. And after noticing that none existed, he laughed. The voice of the galaxy was enormously pleased.
Taesung began to focus on the scenario again with the "Guryeongwoongdo" scenario.
No single part could be overtaken. To give her a little more credit to the reconstruction that got her laugh back.

*** A late night cafe in the city center.
The delay that just sat in his seat was devastating and he lost his word. On the other hand, the woman in her thirties was just looking at what was happening.
"Well, a local culture TV?"
"Why are you so surprised? Did not you hear it from the writer? Won-delay, right? "
"Yes, yes. I'm right …. "
The delay nodded and uttered speech.
This place was arranged by Bora.
I can not come to ICU entertainment right now, so I was told to wait until I was ready. I was expecting it to be a good place, but it was a completely different kind of project.
"From now on, you can work under me."
I put down a bunch of paperwork as a woman throws. She was a detailed manual about her current cultural program.
"See you all the time. Until next weekend, you should find the written material in the temple town of Gangwon-do. "
"Hey, that's …"
"The salary starts at 750,000 won. No complaints? "
The woman did not wait and was speaking unilaterally.
The delay was so wide that I could open my mouth to show my grief.
The 750,000 won per month was not enough to pay the assistant artist who has been doing so far.
"I'm busy and I have to get up. If you have any questions, please do it soon. "
"Well, 750,000 won a month too …."
"Too little? Did you take care of it? "
"I have not had much career since …"
The face of the woman was blurred. She turned her head and laughed and said at the end.
"You're a puppy, are not you?"
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"Why would someone ask me such a frustrating question? Do you put that in your career? Do you have one of your own works? "
The delay dropped my head.
I was stubbornly enduring tears to come and go.
It was unfair and unfair to the inside. I thought that if I had a chance, I could have produced a good work.
"Hey, Mr. Won. I think I know what Mr. Is it unfair? Why do not you know who you are as talented as you are?
The delay did not answer the question.
I knew that it was not a question that my opponent wanted to answer in the first place. The same advice or disdain is the purpose.
I realized that.
I was totally deceived by Bora.
I will never come to ICU entertainment and write web dramas. I will be suffering from suffering less than ever before.
"I will not say anything else. I'll be up and call you tomorrow morning. If not, I need to get someone else soon. "
The woman stood up from her seat.
She did not turn her body around, but finally added.
"But there is no place to go, is not it? Good thing is good, we'll be good from tomorrow, okay? "
The woman disappeared out of the cafe.
The opening song of the trilogy drama 'Marketplace' was pouring out on the TV on the wall.
I was distressed to hear the sound, so the delay blocked my ears.
Through the two tears of the tears through.

*** The delay is the time to struggle with pain.
The reconstructed family sat in front of the big TV in the living room. The clerk of the apple mower did not know how to stop the fuss.
"Now we meet our son at home. Jaein, why does this end with trilogy? If we are rebuilding, should we do it for 30 times? "
"Mom is true, it's not a good thing that it's a one-piece play. And rebuilding is not yet a TV drama experience. The trilogy is also great for starting as an experience. "
"It's so loud, it's all …!"
Stone stood up with a stern look.
I would have liked to watch alone on the second floor TV. The princess and Jae – in grabbed it and held it again.
"Okay, okay. I will not be afraid of you now.
"Mom should understand. If Dad is a reconstruction work, it's just … "
"I am really going up."
"No, Dad! I really do not even speak to you! "
"I do not believe."
The doorbell rang during the rattling.
As soon as he checked the interphone, Jaein stood up and stood up.
"Rebuilding ah! What are you doing while I'm busy? "
"Have not you started yet? We should use this room together. "
Rebuilding went astray and entered the house across the garden. As soon as he sat in the living room, the princess was attracted and liked.
"It's nice to see it on TV, but it's a lot better to meet in person. My good son. Did you eat?"
"I ate, then. How many hours do you have? Oh, I'll start now. "
The 'Marketplace' logo was full of TV screens.
Now that I am watching it with my family, there is a sense of fulfillment that is rebuilding.
'Thank you, sir.'
The reconstruction dropped his head and said thankfully. Both hands were hanging around the thick, old note on the bridge. I want to know what a great life you want.

22 – Meet at home (10) End