Big Life

Chapter 45

10 – Follow it (1) 10 – Follow it (1) A quiet study that only sounds the keyboard knocking irregularly.
Myeonghun was unable to hide his impatience. The gaze was always on the back of a bright spot sitting in front of the computer.
Myeongseok was reading only novels without a word at the end of the second hour.
It was a feature-length draft of Myung Hun. I was concentrating more than average on my brother's novel.
The hour hand was pointing at noon.
I finally read all of the drafts and I woke up. Myeong – hoon, who was waiting for him, stood up without delay and asked questions.
"How about you, brother? Fine
Hum… The Hyundai Young Literary Prize is likely to be difficult. "
It was the words of the mysterious man who pressed his temples.
Myeong-hoon dropped his head without force.
It was scheduled to take part in the Hyundai Young Literary Prize, which will be finished tomorrow.
I think it will be difficult.
Even if it was not praise, I was expecting a degree of encouragement that it was a recipe.
‘…….’ I was out of my mind at once.
"The sentence is neat and this is an unbelievable level. I always say, but your sentence is good. But the story is thin and deep. "
This time, bright spot was pointing out the same part as before.
"The era of winning a good sentence was over a long time ago. Myeong – hoon, we have to think of the whole novel. The contemporary youth has only one work to choose from. Moreover, the level is too high. "
Myeongseok added to the shoulder of Myeong-hoon, who had been hanging down, and was overworked.
"Now, I have a literary prize. Challenge it there. There are many awards and a lot of possibilities. "
Myeong-hoon did not answer anything through min.
The Gaon Nuri Literary Award mentioned by Myeongseok is a genre novel contest held in a gap not so much as Hyundai Young Literary Award.
The highest prize money is 100 million won, which is much higher than the Hyundai Young Literary Awards.
But Myeong-hoon was not in the middle of the prize money. If money was born in a house full of garages. If possible, I wanted to participate in the Young Literary Prize contest for this new novel.
If there was reason.
It was because of the desire to receive recognition from the father by winning in the literary series of authoritative literature.
Furthermore.
It was a high literary prize, but Myeonghoon had a believing corner. That is, one of the judges, Professor Kim, was close to the bright spot.
'If you help me a little … … ! '
Myeong-hoon knows how his brother has brilliance and connections. I was desperately hoping that my work would lead me to win the election in the contemporary young literature.
After worrying, Myeong-hun gave a hunch.
"Your brother, Professor Kim … … "
Drink!
The vibration on the table broke Myeong-hun's words.
The mystery picked up the cell phone which swung instantly and received the telephone.
"Yes, professor. Good morning. You did not have anything? Yes, I am doing well. I will be ready to prepare for the examination. "
“……!” Two eyes of Myeong – hoon flashed at the end of preparation for examination.
It was clear that Professor Kim, who was in charge of the judging panel of the Young Literary Prize of Hyundai.
"Ah yes. Professor, oh, really? "
Myeongseok answered his cell phone and raised his body. He glanced at the side of the room and moved to the next room inside the study.
What was that?
The attitude was myeonghoon that it feels that it is suspicious.
Unless it was a special occasion, I was not in a position to call myself to avoid myself.
Even his opponent is Professor Kim who was appointed as a judge.
Myeong Hoon kills the footsteps and stood up to the visit with the brilliant. When I put my ears at the door, I heard the voice of Mr.
"That writer who won the Digital Literature Award? Yeah, the name is probably … … Yes, it was a reconstruction. "
Myeonghun turned his eyes over with his ears on the door.
It was not a mistake.
Clearly, he was referring to the three letters of the name, Rebuilding.
The name of the blood rising upwards just by thinking.
There was no guessing what the name was referring to in a conversation with Professor Kim for some reason.
The voice of a bright star continued.
"A friend who writes quite well. Stupid girl. Yes, have you read it? Yeah, yeah. It was good. That friend also participated in the contemporary youth this time. It looks like a friend who is really energetic. "
“……?!” Myung-hoon's breath was suddenly disturbed. It was an intense shock enough to make breathing even momentarily difficult. There was no blood in the trembling face.
"Yes, professor. I will certainly attend. Yes, I'll see you then. I'm suffering, yes. "
The bright spot was soon to end the call.
Myeong-hun bounced back to his original seat and sat on the chair. Then, after a while, the door opened and the bright stone came back.
"Professor Kim?"
Myeong-hun sneered at the impatience.
He put his cell phone into the charger and he shook his head.
"Uh, sooner or later, because of the assembly dinner. You know, I'm your brother. Professor Kim provided a place for me. "
Myeong-hoon stiffed his head with a firm, firm face. Right now, the answer of the bright spot was out of his interest. In my head, only the name of reconstruction was full.
"Han Hye-sun is also on his way. Are you going to say hello sometimes? He's great. I think I'll learn all my life. "
Myeong-hoon was just looking at the carpet on the floor with his eyes full of longevity.
He said with a jacket on which he wore a chair.
"Why is that face so hard? Writing can be done with effort. Let's go down, have lunch. "
"Help me, brother."
What
Myung Hoon slowly looked up at me.
Both eyes were shaking like an earthquake.
"Help me refit, brother."
“……Let's just have lunch. "
My majesty did not hesitate and turned toward the entrance.
Myeong-hun stood in front of him in the run.
The face of the bright spot was already distorted.
"Leave it."
"Help me one more time, brother. It's really the last time, I'll ask. "
"Apparently the last time I said it was over. I do not want to be the eldest son to lie to my father anymore. Move.
Myeongseok pushed Myeonghun down.
But Myeong-hoon could not give up.
Once I realized that reconstruction was taking place, I could not stop any more.
"Brother, please."
Myeong-hun held back his arms, holding the arms of his brother, who is the most dependable person in the world.
The jacket that the bright stone was holding fell to the floor.
"It's a simple matter. It is a problem that can be solved simply by the power of the brother and the network. Help me out a bit just like loneliness in Seoul. And just say a word to Professor Kim. This is all it takes. uh?"
"This child is real … … ! "
It seemed as if the two eyes of the bright star that had been poured out were torn.
I do not want my brother to say so bluntly.
It is asking not only the revision work of the novel but also the judge to buy it.
"Oh myung hun … … ! There is a line that should not be exceeded. Do not say such a bullshit before your brother again. "
I put my fingers in front of my nose like a nail.
Myeonghun was unable to speak any more and swallowed her gum.
The bright spot was pushed roughly against the door.
Outside the open door, a long corridor of the mansion emerged. Two housekeepers were wiping hard at the window on both ends of the corridor.
My majesty went far beyond the hallway.
Myeong – hun, who was shivering leaning against the threshold, shouted at the back of the dim light.
"You know that the reconstruction is motive with me!"
I walked and stood up and stood.
But for a while, it seemed like nothing was happening again.
"Why are you so careless to make people shabby? Just call me in front of me! Who told you to respect that? If you can help me, please help me! "
An empty cry ranged over the long corridor.
Brightness has already vanished over the corner already.
But Myeong – hoon 's castle did not stop.
"The fantasy and Wataru that could not get into the bookstore was a lowly chick! Did the contemporary young literary award for such a child come true ?! A couple of pounds of money, so it was the same letter or writing! There is no face in the paragraph ?! Tell me, brother! Tell me! "
At the end of the shout, Myeong-hun struck the door with his fist.
The housekeepers, who were cleaning, shrugged and shivered. I never looked back.
Myeong – hun 's temperament, which flourished quickly, was well known among housekeepers.
"Curses!"
Myung Hoon turned trembling.
I saw a glitter jacket on the floor in front of the threshold.
Myeong-hoon reached the peak of his hatred toward his brother and kicked his jacket with his feet.
That's it.
A piece of paper in my pocket popped out.
What… Take this.
I did not see to see.
The gaze toward the paper unintentionally read only the name of Professor Kim.
'Is it a list of judges?'
Myung Hoon picked up the paper and looked closely at the contents.
As expected, it was a list of judges of the Hyundai Young Literary Awards.
The names and contacts of those who have earned a reputation in the various fields of the paragraph, including Professor Kim, were listed.
Myeong-hoon lost his interest and threw his name back behind his back.
The paper flew to the left and right of the air. When I heard that sound, I thought of a lightning in my mind 's mind.
Very well.
Myeong – hoon 's eyes were like a beast.
He picked up the list he threw at once and sat down in front of his computer to run the word program.
'I have to tell these people that the reconstruction and Pungcheon oil are the same people. I wonder what they would see if the master of the paragraph knew this. … . '
Reconstruction has not yet informed any media that it has written a fantasy novel under the pseudonym of Pungchun Yura.
There is no reason or background.
Now, it is important that the facts are revealed to the masters of the paragraph.
My fingers' ten fingers began to make sentences quickly. When I wrote my novel about what was written in English, there was a lot of smiles on my face.

*** "I will serve two tofu hotpot."
"Yes, sir."
I made an order and Sommy laughed at her eyes and laughed.
"It's delicious here. You'll like it too. "
"I look forward to it."
I took a sip of water and I put down the cup and rebuilt it.
It was midday when it was a little over half an hour.
The restaurant was quiet inside because it was past the busy time of the workers' lunch.
"I'm sorry, I'm busy with writing."
"No, there is nothing urgent these days. "Never mind."
The reconstruction was on the spot after receiving a call from Sommy to treat her lunch.
I honestly did not feel comfortable.
SOMI is an employee of Star Books. It is a person who can not eat with himself in business hours without any reason.
'Do you want to talk about the next film.'
The time situation was relaxed.
It is the third trilogy of the master rock.
The same was true of Pesolon's testimony, which he contracted with Haitai Media.
It was good to see that Jeonpoong Nodo also left his hand completely after finishing the writing and throwing it at the contemporary young literary awards. It is still two months before the announcement date of the winner.
'I do not want to write anything … … . '
This is now a matter of reconstruction.
Right now, there was no story I wanted to write about in Fantasy or Martial Arts. So it was anxious to know what kind of words he would have to refuse if he was talking about his next film.
"The beans are delicious, my friend. Please have a little before meals. "
SOMI recommended, pushing the plate containing the tofu.
The reconstruction took a smile tofu with a spoon floating.
It was also true that meeting with SOMI was pleasant. It was a separate matter from the task. He is a man who can see, and he has been helped many times in a difficult situation.
'More beautiful.'
SOMI, which is reflected in the eyes of reconstruction, showed a more mature female charm than ever before.
It seemed to me that a rich turtleneck sweater, amber wool shorts, and black tights and sneakers beneath them were the end of autumn.
On the other hand, there was also a heart that felt sorry.
It looks like the traces of a female college student who is singing like a summer vegetation are getting cloudy.
I think that now the end of the year.
Suddenly, the flow of time was a reconstruction that seemed soothing.
"What do you think?"
"No, not really. But, is your editor still busy these days? "
That's right. You are very busy. "
SOMI answered only that and spoke.
Taewon was still on Star Books because of the take over of the business. I will tell the reconstruction myself when the day of leaving is near.
"By the way, the artist. I want to tell you something. "
Go ahead.
Reconstruction put down the chopsticks, thinking that it was coming. I'm going to try to talk about the next game.
But the reconstruction was wrong.
There was an unexpected kind of story coming out of SOMI 's mouth, where laughter was prevalent.
"What do you think about your work being made of webtoons?"
"Webtoon?"
"There is an offer from Comic KT. I want to make your website a modern web site. Comic KT You Know? "
"Ah yes… … "
I knew the reconstruction well.
Comic KT is a company that specializes in only webtoons.
It was a solid company with a high awareness and a solid foundation to boast sales of five fingers in the domestic webtoon industry.
"So I told you to see me today. I'm going to ask your intention. "
In front of the unexpected story, the reconstruction looked blankly.
Sommy laughed as he waved his upper body while sitting on the palm of his hand under his thigh.
It seemed to have already realized that there was no need to ask for the intention of reconstruction.