Big Life

30/7 – Are you going to win the competition [Excellence Prize Division] Solitude in Seoul – Ahn Sung-woo in the '90s boys – Ha reconstructed summer day – Shin Jeong-ok' ha … … Disapproval … … Prosecution … … ?! '
One of the three excellence award winners including myself was not able to keep my name in front of the name. The name of reconstruction was not common. At least in his life.
Above all, Myeonghun knew the title of '90s boy'.
It was a long piece of reconstruction that I had used since my university days.
Myung Hoon remembered that reconstruction did not complete the feature until graduation. So much worse. I have seen this work that should have been buried after years. It is daring to take a place in the excellence category like me.
'Sly child … … ! '
Myeong – hun shook his head with a scream, recalling the face of the reconstruction he saw at the writer 's meeting.
The reconstruction seen on that day was quite different from the past. Throwing provocations in succession, I hardly curled. Even the self-assaulting self-disgrace was blown.
The memory did not stop there.
The words he had spoken to reconstruction on that day were undoubtedly revived in his mind.
– I have recently written a somewhat elegant article so that the name of the artist is not ashamed.
– I have a literary competition that matches the time. I think I will be able to win the award winning works. Maybe another line will be added to your career.
'Damn … … ! You've done a weird word! '
Only the thought itself pushed the heavy shame and crushed the whole body.
Myeonghun rubbed his head with both hands. Then he put his forehead on the desk and waited. In a literary scene like this, I did not even dream that it would be awarded the same prize.
Myeong-hoon confirmed the award again several times.
The Grand Prize was awarded a work titled "Stupid Woman," but I did not even notice it there. All the attention of Myeong-hoon now is concentrated only on the reconstruction that received the same excellent prize.
'I do not care! I am a novel written in three months anyway. He rebuilt. He's spent seven years. Three months and seven years can not be compared. I am superior. I'm writing better! '
Myeonghun chewed on the horse several times as it brainwashed itself.
A general idea of ​​how to write the winning essay has already been caught.
'I have to focus on the fact that I wrote it in three months. If I had more time, I would have been able to win the Grand Prize, but I was so busy that I could not do it. Damn it, rebuilding, he must have made a statement before me. That way, I will be able to instantly add the counterattacks to his testimony. I wish I could tell you that I spent almost seven years from college. That way, my opinion of the award is brighter and I can stand against him. "
Myeong-hoon hurriedly ran a word program.
The fingers were full of fingers, and the fingers paced the words and sentences at a fast pace.
The main purpose of his defense was to fill the screen full of sentiments. It was supposed to be a sacrifice for the sad self which was forced to receive an equal prize.
Tukhamyeon
At one point, Myeong-hun stopped his fingers, knocking on the keyboard, and lifted his head.
Rebuilding also participated, so I thought I would have known the result by now. It will also appear in the awards ceremony, and it is destined to be encountered inevitably.
'Let me say hello first from here.'
I am destined to face anyway.
It is better to notify Ahn Sung-woo, who wrote 'Seoul's solitude', in advance.
I was afraid that I would lose, so I did not want to listen to the sarcasm of writing a pseudonym.
– Rebuilding, did you win a prize in digital literature? Congratulations.
Myeong – hoon, who sent a message to his cell phone, bite his thumb with nervousness. I thought that the voice was trembling, so I chose the message instead of calling.
After a while, the reply came from reconstruction sooner than I thought.
-how did you know? Thank you.
– And you should congratulate me, too. Is it the solitude of Seoul in the category of excellence? That's actually what I wrote. In three months.
– Oh, was that pseudonym Ahn Sung Woo you? This was the Literary Award competition that you participated in. Yes, you too.
– I did it, son. Congratulations on being awarded the Excellence Prize in Scale Literature. It is a writing that is lightly written except for power, and it is frankly embarrassing feeling because it is trophy. I've been using it for about three months without thinking about it. But now you've gotten a dunk?
– Yes, you write well.
It was myeonghoon that it felt like laughing praise of reconstruction that it writes well.
Myeong-hoon stared at the cell phone with a crumpled face and knocked the touch screen.
– You have been well after your hardships. Child, 90s boy I still remember. Is not that a piece that has been held for almost seven years? ㅋㅋ ㅋㅋ How glad you are to be able to shine like this? I also have one more line in my career. – I know. I feel good too.
At the end of the short answer, there were no more messages coming.
Myeong-hoon was not released. Somehow, the reconstruction seems to be laughing and laughing at myself. After wondering what he was going to finish, Myeonghoon finally made a message.
– See you at the awards ceremony. Come out neatly. Let 's live in a room without writing a letter. Nowadays, the writer has to wear well to listen to the artist.
– Okay, thanks for your help. Work hard.
Myeong-hoon stared at the empty space with his glancing gaze and chose to breathe. I was constantly thinking to catch my mind with my head.
I am predominant in all respects.
I have already won a competition.
He has spent seven years in this Digital Literature Prize, but I am not the same Excellence Prize in three months!
'Lee Soohee … … ! '
Anyway, it was a deserved celebration from others.
Except for the anger caused by the reconstruction, it is a pure pleasure to receive the prize.
Myeong-hun immediately clicked on the call button to find the name of the person most wanted to congratulate in the telephone department. In the nervousness, the beep began to ring.

wae geurae Is it good to have a lot of money? "
Rebuilding questioned me. In front of him, his sister Jane was sitting idly with a ghostly expression.
"Say something. What's the reaction? "
It was the main house in Suwon.
Reconstruction has rushed to the mainland on the subway as soon as the results of the digital literary awards were confirmed. This was to convey the good news to the family first.
"Now my brother is finally winning an award. This is hosted by the Ministry of Culture and Tourism. It's not a lot big or reputable, but it's a fairly well-received competition. "
Jae – in lifted his hand and covered his face.
No matter how large or small the literary prize was, it did not matter at all.
Jane's nose was red hot and both eyes were soaked moist. I had to congratulate my sister, but I was thirsty and I could not make out.
"It will keep going. It will be even better. It's starting now. I just started from the marathon race. "
"Rebuild ah … … "
The front door opened with the sound of the door lock.
My father came to work and my mother came in together with me.
"No, son! What are you doing without contact? "
My mother, who had seen the reconstruction, came back home. Turning her head and swallowing tears, Jane's eyes filled her eyes.
"Why are you Jae-in? What was going on?
"Mom, the reconstruction is … … "
"Why is the reconstruction? What's going on with rebuilding? Speak. "
"The reconstruction is … … I received a literary award. "
At the end of his voice, Jane explained.
When I heard the words, my mother opened her eyes and opened her mouth. I was so hollow that I had to break the reconstruction at once.
Sibling Our son! Our cute son! A wonderful writer son! I knew you would succeed! I knew I would do well! I thought I'd do it really well, not because it was my son! "
The mother revived her elasticity and went to the cheek of her eldest son alternately. No matter how big he was, he was still a cute, elderly son. Suddenly in the laughter, my mother was crying.
The man who is father now put his shoes together and climbed into the living room. There was no smile on the face. I looked around the living room where I could not see it with a glance somewhere, and I went to my room without saying a word.
Honey Rebuilding is the ceremony next Saturday! "
Mother stole tears and shouted into the room.
Only the sound of changing clothes was heard, but there was no answer.
Honey Reconstruction is the ceremony next Saturday! "
"I am working that morning."
"Excuse me?"
"I went with you or Jane."
"That man is real … … ! "
My mother stood up and went into the room.
Only the mother 's castle rang from the closed visit. The reconstruction laughed bitterly, waiting for the voice of the father, who was not heard. Jain was laying his hand on the back of the reconstruction.

The awards ceremony was held at the National Science Museum auditorium in Hyehwa-dong, Seoul.
Myeong-hoon drove his car early and arrived at the awards ceremony.
I did not tell my family. I did not say anything to motives or other acquaintances. It was because the existence of the reconstruction which received the equal prize was disgusted.
It was autumn, and the weather had become quite chilly.
After finishing the parking, Myeong – hun put on his coat and got off the car.
There was a white car in the empty space. Somewhere in my eyes, Myeong – hoon was looking into the car, and the door of the car opened and Sui dropped down.
"Lee Soohee ?!"
Myeonghun called the name of Sukheon without knowing himself.
I wonder why Su-hee does not have time because of his work.
It did not take long to realize why. Myung-hoon's face began to flourish at a rapid rate regardless of the chilly temperature.