Big Life

26/6 – Cheer up "Come on, Ha Hae-jin."
SOMI greeted me with pleasure.
Some of the writers near me who heard the name "Haejae" had a headache. They have been living on this floor for quite some time. But it was a name I had never heard of.
"Ha rebuilt? Do you know? "
"No, I do not know. Is there a pseudonym? "
Myeonghun, who was sitting in the middle of the middle table and chatting with her, widened her eyes. There was a slight fuss in his mouth, but he disappeared soon.
'Finally came.'
Myeonghoon was expecting reconstruction to appear. So, I did not think of it originally, but I changed my plan and deliberately attended.
I was entitled to attend. This is because Myeong-hoon's novel was published on Starbucks' romance label.
"Are you hungry? Come a little late and the only place is the corner. "
Somi looked at the side of the place he was talking about, saying it was embarrassed.
The eyes of the reconstruction were not sitting, but looking down at the tray, which was held in both hands. It is a restaurant with employees, and I was wondering why the editor was doing this.
"Get off your shoes and go in."
"Yes, Thank you."
The rebuilding took off his shoes once more without telling.
I looked around and saw where Taewon went.
'If you are the editor, you will not have a mind like this.'
I thought I would not look for the reconstruction and headed for the vacant corner. There were no writers who paid special attention to him who appeared late. Everyone was busy sharing friendships with the writers sitting right beside them.
Only one person.
Myeong – hoon was watching the reconstruction while sharing a chat.
Reconstruction has not noticed his presence yet. It was not possible for him to greet and greet him first.
Pardon me, please.
Rebuilding cautiously spoke to the writer in front of the vacancy.
Is it early in the thirties? It was a man who felt cold and somewhat depressed because his face was dull and his face was dark.
"Can I sit here?"
"Alas, yes. Sit. Sit."
The man pulled himself into the corner a little bit more and made a big room. The reconstruction was politely graced and then seated.
"The artist … … Are you? "
The man asked as if to watch carefully.
Reconstruction nodded at him.
"Yes, you are an artist, too?"
"Haha, yes. For once. To be a writer … … "
The reconstruction was picked up with a smile and picked up a piece of chopsticks. It was not a personality questioned from the bond.
If necessary, wait until the other person comes out first. Instead, I tried to create an atmosphere that would allow my opponent to relax.
'I do not know which writer wrote a work.'
Reconstruction was thinking of the past.
If I was a writer who still could not sell enough to live, I would have been very bitter when I asked him what works he wrote. The first thing I did not ask was the consideration of reconstruction.
"Wow, this is delicious."
Rebuilding said, I mixed a little fuss with a good one. Then the man beside him laughed and pulled away side dishes that were out of reach of reconstruction.
"Please enjoy this. I do not know what herb is, but it was delicious. "
"Thank you for your help. I will enjoy this food."
"Do you have a drink?"
"Alas, yes. please. Our apologies. I should have followed it first. Please give me a bottle. "
No. I'll give it to you first. "
Man and reconstruction shared a drink.
Soju, cold and cool, flowed into the body through the esophagus.
After a drink, I took a deep breath refreshing. I wonder if things are going well in recent years. It has been a long time that soju is so delicious.
"Are you the first such artist group?"
The man lifted the bottle and recommended drinking.
The reconstruction was answered with both hands grabbing the cup politely.
"I've been here a long time ago."
"Right. I am the first. But if you were a long time ago, did you have a lot of debut? "
"Uh, yes. right."
Rebuilding and the man drank a second toast and drank. I drank two cups on the empty stomach and I could sense that the whole body was getting warmer.
The conversation between the two broke off for a while.
Thanks to several drinks, the atmosphere around me was growing wild.
"Oh, the introduction is late, I call it Kang Minho."
In the turmoil, the man first made his name with a face that seemed determined.
Then the reconstruction sat back straight and answered.
"I'm sorry too. I call it reconstruction. "
"Uh, yes. Do you use pseudonyms? "
Minho asked while exchanging a handshake.
The reconstruction nodded smilely and Minho first spoke.
"Right. I write it as it is. "
Ah… Yeah.
The strangeness of the reconstruction was overwhelmed.
The artist name Kang Min Ho was not in his memory.
Minho read the heart of the reconstruction and hit the fingers as if it were okay.
Sure. There are few people who know it because it has been closed early in 6 volumes. That's one of my works. "
"Excuse me, how is the name of the work?"
"Wrote a fantasy one. It is a great king … … "
Minho said harshly with no confidence. Of course, I thought he would not know the reconstruction, so he felt very grumpy.
But the rebuilding had already begun circling the two eyes.
"Is this the Great King? That's the fantasy world's devil comes to modern times, I work at a convenience store, earn money later, is not a construction company is a novel? "
"Did you read this?"
Sure do. I enjoyed it very much. I can not even speak Korean in the fantasy world of the devil, so I begged for the first time I was lonely scene was funny. "
In fact, reconstruction has read most of the genre novels published in Star Books.
It was because I was able to read fashion and study enough as a writer.
Even if I forgot the name Kang Min Ho, I remembered only the title smartly.
"It's really pissed, I'm embarrassed. Get a drink. "
Minho was so proud of her chest rising and urged her to rebuild. He did not want to rebuild, but he was drinking, and he followed him.
"So the author of the Ha … … ? "
"Alas, yes. I am called Pungcheon Yu. "
The moment rebuilding so answered.
The fuss around them stopped at once.
It was still going on in the far distance. However, the writers who took place in the neighborhood were trying to close their mouths and glance at reconstruction.
"Pungcheon Yu … … ? Are you a writer of Pungcheon Yu?
Minho was asking again, as if confirming with a strange face.
I felt a sense of the surroundings that gathered to myself, and Najik answered the reconstruction.
Yes, that's right
Many of the writers nearby came up with a bottle of wine because the answer to reconstruction was falling. Then he began to urge the reconstruction to drink.
"You were a Pungchun Yu artist. Good day. I am the one who writes the pseudonym Mr. H. "
"Alas, yes. Soccer novel, you're a genie scout artist? I read it well. "
"Get me a drink, too. I have a pen name … … "
"Oh, ground zero artist? Both of you are sports fans of Fantasy. I tried to write it, but it was hard because I did not have any base knowledge. It's a pleasure. "
Suddenly the atmosphere changed.
Invisible intense aura was concentrated on reconstruction.
One, two, three … … Writers of fantasy novels were approaching rebuilding and passing greetings.
"It was really fun to have a rock series. I thought your debut was a long time, so I thought you might be a bigger one, but you are young and very nice. "
"It was interesting to see the artist. How does Pungchun Yu write when you write? Do you stick to the end beforehand? "
"Oh, my way of working. Now
The rebuilding began to subtract from the responses to the writers surrounding him.
I was grateful and pleased, but I was greatly embarrassed on the other hand. I did not think honestly to receive such hospitality among writers.
"What kind of work did you write?"
The opposite side of the table where the reconstruction was. Myeong – hoon and the female writers surrounding him were now throwing a gaze of interest to them. Myeong-hoon, who had been lining up his own creative techniques for a long time.
"Lee Young-ae. Where did I say that? "
Myeong-hun hid the unpleasant inside and talked.
A female writer named Lee Young-a looked up at the reconstruction and glared at me with her cheek.
Four Ah… Iknow, right. Where was it? I do not remember well. "
It was clear that I was listening to it in good health. I was busy giving my eyes to the side with the reconstruction by spilling the story with one ear.
Myunhyun's forehead wriggled my tendons.
I managed to keep my expression barely, but I could not assure myself that I would twist when I exploded.
Two female writers were standing in front of such a majesty.
"I'm sorry, but I'll go over there for a while. I'm also interested in fantasy these days. "
you speak Korean well I want to use romance water mixed with fantasy elements, and I'll get some advice. "
"Haha, yes. You do it. "
Myeong-hoon barely managed to get rid of him and sent them with a smile. Then, at a glance that no one else could see, he suddenly took a shochu full of other glasses. It seemed that I would not take a few drinks with this feeling of explosion.
'Wow, you're a popular artist.'
SOMI laughed hysterically while looking at the reconstruction surrounded by the artists from a distance. The artist who was in charge of his work was getting interested, so his mind was getting better.
"Jung Sommy, what are you standing idly? This is why the writers have fallen. "
He said, "I do not know.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll take it now. "
Sommy was surprised and turned around and went to the refrigerator. Some of the employees were serving to the editor because she went on vacation.
"What are you doing?"
SOMI, who opened the refrigerator door and pulled out the bottle, ran behind her back. SOMI could not hear it because it was noisy all around.
"What are you doing now?"
When he heard the voice again, Sommy looked back. Her two puppies were immediately enlarged.
"Ha, ha ha?"
Rebuilding stood with a very firm face.
Until a short while ago, he was standing behind his back as if he had never been seen by the crowd of writers.