Big Life

17 – Shouting is loud (1) 17 – Shouting is loud (1) Bucheon Officetel writer's office.
Minho crossed the curtains and woke up in the sunshine. The wall clock with a gaze like habit was pointing at 8:00 in the morning.
'The time to get up is getting slower.'
I tried to live a regular life for health, but I was hardly kept. If you get caught up in the article, you will be pushed back to bed for 1-2 hours.
Minho hastened to get up in bed.
I wanted to sleep more, but it seemed that tomorrow will happen after 9 o'clock.
"Jang Eun Young! ileona
Minho said, knocking at the closed visit.
As soon as the answer came back in a sleepy voice, he went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast. Minho was eating this week.
"Haaam, what's the menu?"
"Egg fry, bean sprouts soup, soy sauce, kimchi."
Minho turned toward Eun-young and answered trembling.
It was because of her dress as a nightgown.
A white sleeveless T-shirt that reveals shoulders and breasts, the bottom was a pink hot pants.
"Why do you look like that? What's on my face?
"Hey, you need to worry about your clothes."
"What's wrong with my clothes?"
"Do not you think that exposure is a little overkill."
Minho squeezed into the bowl.
Eun-young smiled and sat down, except for the table chair, and replied.
"Do not do it hot, then."
"It's okay in the room, but when you get out, you care."
"Okay, stop. I was wearing it comfortably because there was no sighting until tomorrow. "
"I am not a person?"
"When did you care about this? We did not see a whole day today. "
Minho grabbed his tongue and placed the rice bowl on the table and sat opposite.
Eunyoung immediately resets his legs and began to tease the spoon diligently.
"Delicious, brother. Where did you learn about the bean curd? "
"You taught me a long time ago, when I left in Jongno."
“……Did you? "
Eunyoung looked at the memories of the past with a blank face.
Shortly after the discharge, Min Ho had a part time job in Jongno. At that time, Eun Young was before her marriage.
"Somehow the taste of the beans was the same as I did."
"blockhead."
"Who is that idiot? stupid."
After the meal, the two went to the terrace and drank coffee.
Eun-young has been watching Minho for a while.
"Will you stay in the writer's office?"
"You must stay till you reach for strength."
Minho immediately answered without worry.
"How blessed it is to live without a rent in such a good house? It is a life that I have to keep writing somehow to eat. I am going to be able to pay at least one room deposit here. "
"So after you collect your neck?"
"Next? Hum… It's … … "
Minho wiped her hair out of her matted head.
"I'll meet a nice girl and marry her."
As if passing by, Eun-young's face slipped out of his face.
But she soon regained her usual expression and laughed and laughed.
"Yes, that would be great. I'm already thirty-five years old. "
"But suddenly you ask why? Do you want to go out? "
She shook her head with a sigh.
"Is not that possible? I want to be there till I can be there. Just because there is no guarantee of how long you'll be. I was worried about what to do if I had to leave my brother or office. "
"I worry too. This is your office. Do not worry about it, do not worry about it. Write as hard as you have ever done. "
As soon as Minho 's answer was finished, the front door was opened with a beep.
When they saw the rebuilding with Rika, the two men circled their eyes at the same time.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Hello , I'm coming to the office from Rica today. "
Rebuilding put Rica down on the floor.
"I want to live with the writers regularly. I have to take care of my health.
Eunyoung laughed one step.
"You thought well. I always felt like I was working on the artist's work, but after half of it I could not live with my name. "
"Haha, yes … … "
Rebuilding laughed softly and avoided the gaze from Eunyoung.
Minho touched her waist dancing with her elbow.
Then Eun – young looked down at his dress and disappeared into my room to change clothes.
"It will be released in the summer of 20 now soon."
Minho put a horse on the reconstruction sitting on the seat.
Minho had not yet seen the movie and was a no-nonsense question, but the reconstruction unintentionally spasmmed both clowns.
That's right.
Rebuilding turned on the power of the notebook and responded casually.
I could feel myself.
The shock of seeing the movie at the premiere is not yet complete.
'It's the last thing anyway. You can do it right from today. "
It is the first day to go to work to save my body and mind. I wanted to start off with a good mood by shaking off my mind.
Rebuilding took heart and executed the word program.
I was going to write a scenario with the materials I got from the East Sea.
Oscar's Dungeon was supposed to be published at the same time after the completion of four volumes of SOMY's illustrations. Therefore, there was still room.
'What do you say to the title … … . '
A gangster who committed a crime and flew to the East Sea, and a native of East Sea, who yearns for the city.
It was time to get a good title to add to this story.
No matter how much I thought about drinking a cup of coffee, I did not get a good title. I think all day, I thought about the title all day.
Eventually, the reconstruction was titled with an intuitive phrase of 'sea of ​​thugs' and started writing.
'Not bad.'
I was laughing alone while reconstructing the middle of the night.
There were many things that seemed to be different from the time when the batter was knocked like a chased person.
Unlike the narrow one-room, it's a pleasant space, the sunshine that flows freely through the large terrace, and the tapping sound of other writers who inspire the mood moderately.
Everything was comfortable.
"Hey, you should have lunch."
"Yes, what would you like to eat?"
"I will prepare the rice. This week is my turn. "
"Hahaha, yes. I'll ask you. "
The three men sat around the table and ate lunch.
The reconstruction was a quiet meal and I thought about the future schedule.
'I am going to commute to work and write a script, next week I'll have a lecture first in the library, then I'll have a lecture by Joey M. … . Oh, you can see the editor after completing the novel. "
The lecture materials were already fully stocked. The reconstruction that finished the thought finished the meal comfortably.
"Oh, this blogger is real, and the writer is very eager."
Looking at his cell phone, Eun-young, who was eating rice, said like he was mumbling.
The reconstruction was interesting and asked because he was mentioned.
"What is it?"
"It's a blogger who specializes in genre novels. Ha is only a special treatment for your work. I even made a separate category and got all the pieces reviewed in detail by volume. Would you like to see it once? "
Reconstruction accepted the cell phone that Eunyou passed.
Her words were not a lie. It is the blog which can feel the enthusiastic enthusiast of the Pungchun oil suddenly even if it sees.
The name of the blog is 'Pesolon', taken from the novel title of reconstruction. Even the background consisted of book covers published by reconstruction so far.
'What, did you see my debut?'
The reconstruction when I was looking through the board was surprised by two eyes that surprised me.
From his debut film to his next work, he has been thoroughly reviewing all the works that failed the show, along with the actual book certification photographs.
Even at the time of the review, it was the same year that I published at the time. After the show, I did not read my previous works but read my own books from that time.
In the comment box, I saw the comments of many visitors. The most readers who read and found "The Breath" were the most popular. The answer to each question was whether there was such a work.

– It is the debut work of Pungchun Yu. When I was studying at junior high school, I also ruined the exam.
– It is somewhat heavy but it is a good work. It is mystery to me until now why this work did not appear at that time.

Compliments I read the answers and I was greatly impressed with the reconstruction.
There was a reader who quietly supported himself in a place that was not seen long ago.
It was a super-sized artist who succeeded in filming with a work of one million copies sold, but his breasts grew faint in front of a small cheer of a reader who did not know his face.
'This person also writes?'
The reconstruction that we continued to look at was able to find links to fantasy novels written by the owner of the blog. When I clicked on the link, it was linked to the serial site Moonpyeong, and a list of fiction series entitled 'Mussin Management' came up.
"Oh, this is Jang 's cell phone. Our apologies.
Rebuilding returned his cellphone to Eun Young and started reading 'Munchin Management' on his laptop.
It was a modern fantasy novel in which Taekwondo player who had gone well in the past won the prize.
'There is a possibility of this.'
The grades are not good, but the text is quite rich. If you have someone around you, it's likely that you're going to grow fast.
'I like it and Kwon is good too.'
Rebuilding sent a note to Pesolon after distress.
I also wanted to give back even a small amount because I am a dedicated fan of myself.
How long has it been since I sent you a note.
Forget it!
A message from Fezelon flew before the ship of reconstruction drowned.
– HY profit! Are you really a pungchoon artist ?!
Hello , Pungchun Yu is right. You just contacted me.
– Wow! I can not believe it, so my hands keep shaking and trying to make a typo. Oh, I almost fainted as soon as I got a real note. That's a big fan of Pungcheon Yu! I really like it! I read it all 10 times! I read a book and I started writing a pantheon! "Aaaggghhh."
The text alone seemed to ring the opponent's shout in the eardrum.
The reconstruction laughed and wrote down the reply.
– I have read all of the Manson management, but I see a lot of good parts. You're not in a contract yet? How about working with Lapbooks, which is going out of my work after finishing a little?
-Alas;;;;;;;; What should I do. Actually, I was already in a conversation with Haitai Media. I am preparing to meet later.
'Haitai Media?'
The reconstruction of Haitai Media was frowned upon unintentionally.
Ma Jong-gu, who is famous for completing a contract with new faces who do not care about beauty.
I could not help but worry.
– Excuse me, but can I ask the terms of the contract?
– Sure, you're a Pungchun Yoo artist. I decided to set the e-book to 5 to 5 for 6% of the book price. He said he was a new guy and very good at it.
“…….” The rebuilding was ridiculous, and the smile was spit out. I'm not going to do the promotion properly, but 5 to 5.
Again, this time, I'm going to get rid of it.
– What's your name?
– Yes, he said Park Kyungsu.
Rebuilding stopped the fingers that knocked on the screen and fell in thought.
If you go out here, you will be able to save the debut of a dreamy new writer.
I felt a bit annoyed with the annoying thing, but the reconstruction eventually decided to extend the helping hand. To repay the hard work of being your own avid fan for a long time.

*** "You really judged me well, Lee Yeon-woo."
A small cafe located in one corner of the city.
Hae Tae Media Park Kyung-soo and the new artist Lee Yeon-woo sat facing each other. After a short while, he was tense with his short hair.
"Lee Yeon – woo is a newcomer who debuts now. I am very happy with the Pancakes Market Depression as it is nowadays. When I returned to the company, I was surprised that this writer would take care of me. "
He put his smile on his face.
There was no reason to go back to the company and get confused.
He was now kidding me, as instructed by the burglar.
"Yes, thank you very much. I am young and I have no experience, but I am very kind. "
I smiled silly and answered.
'Mushin Management' was a novel that began to be serialized at the end after overturning the improbable work.
The grades were not so good, but it was hard for me to have readers to read even a few. In the meantime, Haitai Media's contract offer has come.
There was only one reason why Yeon Woo responded to Haitai Media's offer without worrying. It was because of the fact that his favorite author, the Pengolon series of Pukcheon Oil, was the published publisher.
'Ju Ju, I'll take out the contract now.'
The heart of the snake waved in the heart of the light water.
In a year, he changed a lot with the flow of the world. As an employee of Haitai Media, he was going through the world in his own way, resembling the chief of Mr. Haruhi Majung.
"Well, do you want a contract then?"
Light water smiled gently and pulled the contract out of the briefcase.
Right then.
Yongwoo pulled out his cell phone and answered carefully.
"Dear sir, I'm sorry, but I have an artist I know."
"know… … The artist? "
"Yes, I would appreciate it if you would only have one call before contracting. I have no experience in this part. "
Soon Woo woke up somewhere without any hesitation.
When the call was connected after the beep, Mr. Kwon said a few words and handed it to Mr.
"Hey, hello? Haitai Media Park Kyung-soo? "- It's been a while, Park. How are you?
A vivid voice flying through the radio.
Light water reminded him of his opponent 's face in a short time, and his complexion became pale.

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