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38 – True Story (3) 38 – True Story (3) Story!
At the private cottage in Chuncheon, the cell phone of the author who was ambitiously preparing a short story began to ring.
But I did not notice. The cellphone was buried in the futon, and the writer was only able to examine the manuscripts on both sides of the dual monitor.
'Yeongtae is a barbell, and a wing is a myth … · · · Background is the' 80s when the movement was in full swing in the '70s.'
Tadashi!
Tadak! Get a ride!
Ten fingers of corrugated Taejin moved tremendously following the memory.
The left side was the original of the novel, and the right side was a revised version that was being retreated with his own hand.
It is a process of killing memories and remorse.
It buries the youth and the days of the brilliantly sparkling friend and covers the grave with his own future. Taejun laughed while covering the disgrace.
'The work written by oneself' was going to be completed indefinitely.
Hoo …
The sun was rising up to the middle of the window when I took a dot and lifted my head.
Tae – jin stood up, clutching his shoulders as he stood up. It was time to go to have a late breakfast.
While she had a woman dedicated to housekeeping, Tae Jin used to go to a nearby restaurant. To take good health while taking a walk. One thing that can live life and proudly present to anyone. For Taejin, it was health.
'Oh, your cell phone.'
It was not until I packed up the cardigan that my cell phone came up.
Taejin rolled out the bed at the end of the bed and found a cell phone. The vibration started before I put it in my pocket.
"Hello, it's Taejin." – Good afternoon, sir. I am Lee Jun Won, the head of the association.
“Oh, Oh … sorry for this! "
Tae-jin hit my knee with a face that was stupid. Because of the short story, I had forgotten the award ceremony of literary achievement award.
"It's really, it's getting old, and there's no forgetting when I try. Thank you for putting me on the phone. I will attend as scheduled. "
Some of the literary accomplishments that I received were memorable or even memorable.
I do not care if it is a prize with some authority. I can not even count all the hard work together, I will soon become honorable. As I grew older, Tae Jin realized the value of being brighter.
"Yes, I see. Let's see it at the awards ceremony. "
After hanging up, he saw two missing phone records on his cell phone.
Yes. it is.
The laughter disappeared from his face that confirmed his name. It was a call from reconstruction.
What is it?
It has been a long time since I have exchanged numbers.
However, most of them have been able to communicate directly with each other.
Anyway, Taejin was sick.
Even when there was no sin to reconstruction. As the appearance of his pointing out the disparity of the 'last trip' as a knife came to my mind, I was thrilled.
"Uhh!"
Taejun lost his vibrating cellphone from his hand.
The name of the reconstruction in the cell phone LCD on the floor was shining three letters.
Taejun left the cell phone as it was and walked out of the cottage like a runaway.

*** "Your father says you are going home. Because of the clothes you should wear at the awards ceremony.
"Yes, mother."
She sat on the sofa in the living room and looked at the wall in front of her. I could not sleep all night, and my eyes were numb.
"It looks a lot worse. Where are you sick? "
"I am okay."
"It 's not a good thing, it' s a bitch. Eugene will not stay with you when you do this. "
"I sent it on purpose."
"Intentionally······?"
Taejun's wife and her grandmother, Seung-seok, were full of her doubts.
In fact, all of a sudden, I was not able to get in.
Last night Myeongseok got out of somebody 's phone and ran out and came back in the morning. Then I do not go out to the company and wait for my father.
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"Uh, well …? What? "
"If I am …."
The mystery stood up slowly and looked around at her. He flirted with a flabbiness and expression.
"· · · · · If I can not take my father, I would appreciate it.
"Myeongseok Ah … what does that mean?"
When a frightened mother loses her hands to her chest.
The housekeeper ran to the interphone step by step.
Soon the sound of the gates opening over the vast garden was heard.
"Oh, my father is coming."
“······.” The bright spot stood on the far side of the mouth.

After a while. As the front door opened, Taejun went inside. He came up to the living room and found his oldest son.
"Why do not you go to a company and stay at home?"
"I was waiting for you to tell my father very much."
"You have something to tell me?"
Taejun was uncertain.
Since the publication of "Five Dreams," the relationship with his eldest son has become extremely cold. It was indeed a matter of seeing the face now.
"It's a bit short on time because I have a meeting with the association. An important story? "
"Yes, it is important. I have to tell you now. "
The bright spot repeated my position firmly.
Taejun nods and paces toward the den.
Myeongseok followed the rest silently.

"Now, tell me. What do you want to talk about? "
Taejun sat on a rocking chair and asked his arms spread out to the left and right. I could not even sit in front of him, and my heart was shining bright.
I was saddened by the gesture of my father, who showed himself as if nothing had happened.
"Do you want to talk about plagiarism again? Yes, I can see the uncomfortable face. I want to tell you more about what five dreams have copied. "
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I could not stop crying at all. Regardless of him, Tae – jin sneered and continued scoffing.
"Is this Abby guessing? Ohra, did you ever want to read a short story on Korean-Chinese culture? Then wait. Abby does not think so, but even if our smartest eldest son is a plagiarism, he might rise. Give me a little time to contrast with all the novels in the world. "
"Stop it, Father …!"
I put down my briefcase, which was holding a bright spot, to make a sound.
Tae Jin could no longer carry on scoffing. Over the glasses, his eldest son's eyes turned. The eyes of the bloodbath were full of disillusionment beyond their resentment.
"I'll show you all."
Taejun sensed the ambience and opened his waist.
In front of him, Myeongseok opened his briefcase. Hundreds of unfixed A4 papers came out.
"What is this, this …?"
"This is a copy of some of the works that a writer left."
"No, what …?"
The squatting gorgeously neatly folded out the sheets.
In the meantime, a drop of tears fell to the floor. Taejin, who was sitting on a chair and looking down, did not see it.
"I wanted to show this to my father."
Before long, Myeongseok, who got up at work, put out the documents that were arranged with the head turned.
The unexpected Taejin received the paper with his trembling hands at the end of his eldest son 's nose and looked at both hands.
The moment I read the first sentence.
“······?!” Taejun blocked his mouth with his hand.
The bundle of documents that naturally missed was scattered on the loose ends.
"And, Myeongseok ah …"
"You have not seen it already."
I picked up the documents that were scattered brightly, and I almost forcibly put them in both hands of Tae Jin.
However, Tae Jin was only beaten and could not read a single line.
"Where is this, where to replace this ………."
"Read, Father."
"Honey, ah, this, this is · · · This is the alternative …."
"I told you. It's a work that a writer left before he died. I made a copy of what his teacher kept. Should I explain more? "
Taejun put his face in his hand.
It was later question whether the eldest son got these through the process. The middle of my head became hot like a fire.
I had no idea.
It was impossible to accept this moment at once as a reality.
"You see the title of that child's sculpture?"
I asked him to take off his glasses.
He stole his wet eyes with his hands and raised his voice as if he were jealous.
"From the beginning to the end, I immediately remembered the last trip my father wrote. There are a lot of things that are so similar. What do you think, father? It is still so quiet, but please take a look. No, give it to me. "
The bright spot took a bunch of documents and ran a few pages roughly.
In the meantime, several pieces of paper were torn out.
Taejun had only two eyes closed with a distorted face.
"Look, Father. From here, a short story called the prefabricated Milky Way begins. Can I write a short story at all? It is the contents to go on a trip to the unrequited love of five boy's favorite teacher. Father, what were the five dreams? "
"Stop, stop it now!"
Taejin, who stopped her ears, poked her to the floor.
My stout stood up with my back.
He waved back and forth a bunch of documents held in his hand like a waving man.
"There are a lot of messages left in front of him by Seo Gon – woo. I will take my seat so that you can check it by yourself. "
"" Where are you going? "
There was a turning back of the paper on the desk.
Taejun barely supported the two legs that stood up.
"Wait, Mr. You can not even do this to me … you are my oldest son! "
Taejun hurriedly blocked the front of Myeongseok.
Is it the eldest son who has always supported himself in all kinds of adversities?
If I did this, I would never be able to face my eldest son again as a father.
"Move away, Father."
"Honey, you … you should not do this to me …! Abby's · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·
Like a man who fell into the desert in the midday day, Tae Jin was shut up. His eldest son 's expression, which blatantly despised himself, was scary.
He could not comfort his breath, and he grabbed his eldest son's shoulders.
"From the beginning, I did not mean to start from the beginning. Abby did not really want to steal his friend's manuscript. "
"Now I can not believe my Father."
"Really, bright star ah …. All these manuscripts were delivered directly from his friend. From the beginning ······································································!
Taejun grabbed my head and broke my body.
Brightness suppressed the feeling that the lips tore out. Then he returned to his father 's body and grabbed the knocker.
"I've been admiring the dignified appearance of my father all his life."
The eldest son 's words, flowing in the past, hurt his mind.
The
The sound of the door knocker permeated into the ear of Asura.
"What should I do? I am · · · · · This is the Abby · · ·. "
"Congratulations on the Literary Merit Award. I will not be able to attend the awards ceremony. "
The mysterious stone went out and the back of the back door was firmly closed.
I felt like Tae-jin, who was left alone in the den, as if it were disconnected from the world. There were traces of old friends on every side, and they were crying in the spring breeze flowing through the window.

*** 'No, why is the president still not coming?'
Lee Young-sik, a representative of the literary travel company.
The awards ceremony was less than 30 minutes ago. However, Tae Jin, who was awarded the Achievement Award, is still not showing up.
'I guess I'll have to call you one more time.'
As he went out of the hotel, he took out his cell phone.
When I tried to press the first number, the screen changed and the name of Tae Jin came up.
The spirit was bright and immediately called.
"Yes, sir. It is Lee Young Sik! But I was about to give you a call when I thought about when you would be coming. "- Yes ….
"President······? What's wrong with your voice … "- I'm sorry. I can not go to the awards ceremony because of my circumstances.
Four President? What do you mean by that? "- Just so you understand. And one thing I have to do is make a difficult request to you.
"Do not tell me. President, I will do whatever I can. "
Tae Jin's words were followed by the ears of the spiritual.
And a few seconds later, his mouth was torn to the point where he could see his face, which was visible to everyone around him.

38 – The True Story (3) End