Chapter 115 – #115. White Snowflakes
His older brother was a person whose narration was difficult to find the more he looked at him.
There was a corner where I wondered if there was anyone who looked more common sense than this when I saw it on a normal day, but if I peeled off one sheet, I should say that there is no one more abnormal than this.
My brother, who had been saying absolutely no like a strong castle wall, eventually allowed me to sign a contract for a crappy house with a secret room.
It was also rewarding to work hard.
I worked hard physically, prepared interior materials and drawings, and it took a lot of work, but in the end I got what I wanted, so it’s okay.
In fact, I prepared a rough interior outline for all places other than the bedroom, living room, and kitchen, but I haven’t prepared any plans for the only secret room yet.
That’s right, it’s a space where I’ll be trained, so I can’t decorate it carelessly.
If I was going to do this and that according to my taste, I wouldn’t have asked to choose that house.
That room is a room where my brother exists only to teach me.
I was thinking of entrusting everything from the furniture to the small lighting to my brother.
That’s because her brother was her writer Midwinter writer of [Her imprisoned her].
Not only was the perfection of her brother’s novel, but also the process of characters’ depravity and conversations between characters full of charm, but the depiction of realistic places also tended to further maximize the chemistry.
And the description of the ‘secret room’, the beginning of all those teaching assistants, really had something that made people sweat and write.
I still remember it clearly.
The first sentence of Suyeon Kang’s secret room episode.
[In the unlit room, there was darkness of unknown depth.]
[Her imprisoned her] Is a sentence that imprints her identity at once, and the entire epic of the long teaching assistant begins with a single sentence.
The suffocating pressure of the closed room space.
A shadow of despair slowly casts.
The description of the background of the secret room where the heroines are losing hope one by one was so chilling and heart-warming just reading the text.
I thought it was possible to write like that only because I had a picture that I was drawing perfectly in my head.
And with this opportunity as a starting point, my brother could become an artist and really spread out his dreams to his heart’s content on a drawing paper called a closed room in reality.
“Hehe…”
What will happen in it
A sloppy laugh that you never show to others flows from your mouth.
Ha… I really wasn’t this kind of person.
Obviously, I met yesterday and went on a date, but thinking about a novel again makes me miss my boyfriend.
When I took out my phone and pressed the call log window, I could see only one person’s name.
[Lee Min Ho]
[Lee Min Ho]
[Lee Min Ho]
[Lee Min Ho]
[Lee Min Ho]
I also don’t talk to other people very often.
Even after reflecting on something and thinking that I should become a more social person, I shook my head.
No. But why am i
I don’t have time to spend with my brother.
Not long after pressing the call button, my brother answered the phone.
[Hello.]
[What are you doing?]
[I’m packing. Oh, I don’t know why it’s so heavy. Ah… Should I throw away all of this final model…]
In fact, the worries my brother was having were those that students of architecture could not avoid.
Including me, of course.
Architectural model.
A lump of money that is the final product of one semester’s hard work and is in fact trash.
It could be said that it was a product of love and hatred.
The illustrations I draw or the novels my brother writes are guaranteed a reasonable profit, but the opposite is true for architectural models.
They pay money to buy materials, make garbage with all their might, and are beaten by professors mercilessly.
…Now that I have summarized it in words, I wonder if there is really such a thing as all these studies.
It could be seen as the end of inefficiency.
If you draw something, I will give you money.
[What about the picture? I think it would be okay if I took all the pictures properly and threw them away.]
If there was no fixed space, it was enough to leave it as a record on the data.
As long as I had prepared photos to be inserted into my portfolio when I got a job anyway, it was okay to send the mock-up as long as there was no special affection.
[It’s ambiguous… I took a picture, but I think it’s a bit dirty.]
[Show me the picture.]
Soon, a bunch of photos arrived at me, and I was so excited that I said something to my brother in a dumbfounded voice.
[Brother.]
[…Huh?]
[Are you really going to make a portfolio with this?]
[…So bad?]
Haha… Really this guy.
[Brother. Never throw it away, just go to school, rent a photo studio, and take a picture with me.]
What the hell was he thinking?
Lower the camera a bit further down here to show the traffic line, and if this place was made with such painstaking effort, it should be taken with emphasis.
Of course, it wasn’t such a high-quality model, but I didn’t think it was necessary to take pictures like this.
[…It’s annoying.]
[I’m not bothered by anything, so you say you’ll go with me? Just don’t talk and come with me tomorrow.]
[…Huh.]
A bit of a dull answer.
Could it be that I’m pissed off?
[What’s wrong with your voice?]
[It’s the same, but what?]
[Got upset?]
[At all.]
This man’s intentions are clearly revealed no matter who sees them.
[Brother.]
[Because I’m not upset.]
[After the graduation exhibition is done safely next year, you should watch me taking pictures.]
[Hey. I took a leave of absence, but if I keep mentioning architecture, I hang up.]
Still, your voice is better than before.
My brother reacted with disgust when I continued to talk about designs and models.
[Then, will you take a picture together tomorrow and come to my house and help me pack my things?]
[…What time will I see you.]
[Bring the model to school by 1:00!]
[Okay.]
[Then see you then!]
[Huh.]
* * *
Carrying a model into a taxi has always been a fucking and annoying experience.
As the grade level increases, the size generally increases, so the back seat was not occupied by a single person, but the seat was full.
Ha… I should throw it away right away.
Arriving at school somehow, as soon as I got off, I checked the model in the back seat to see if there were any broken parts.
Since he was weaker than a normal plastic model, if he was a little vigilant, there were frequent cases of a human model lying face down as if he had been shot by a sniper, or trees invading the road.
Fortunately, only one window fell.
It’s just a yangban.
Putting the separated piece of acrylic in my pocket, I carried the model in my arms and moved to the front of the photo studio.
“Came?”
“The key?”
“I borrowed it in advance.”
Naeun turned the doorknob and opened the door.
In the photo studio, where all the colors of the walls and desks were black to highlight only the model, large lights reminiscent of an operating table awaited.
As soon as the model was gently placed on the desk, Naeun immediately started working.
“Brother. Are there any broken places?”
“Ah. This is an acrylic one.”
“If I put it back on, it looks like it will leave a bond mark, so I’ll just take a composition that doesn’t come out.”
After answering, I just looked at Naeun who was taking pictures with her cell phone with her arms folded behind her.
I guess it took about 5 minutes.
Naeun wiped the wall flowing from her forehead.
Even though it was winter, the heat emanating from the lights seemed to be considerable.
“Whoa… Come and see.”
Naeun hands me her phone.
“And…”
Obviously, I took pictures with the same model, but the picture Naeun took looked several times better.
When I exclaimed, Naeun proudly straightened her back.
“How is it. Is it worthwhile to hear what I have to say?”
“It’s kind of boring.”
“Ruler. Now, let’s go get rid of that.”
I split the model in half and smashed it without any regrets.
“Do you have a lot to pack?”
On the way to Naeun’s house by bus.
Naeun was eagerly looking at the furniture on her phone.
“Ah. I think it’s much more than my brother. Maybe it’s because our house is a little bigger.”
Haha I had a one-room studio room and Naeun had a fairly large two-room room, so it was natural.
“Ugh… I think the problem is that there are too many real books.”
Certainly, there were quite a lot of reference books for making various manga and illustrations on Naeun’s bookshelf.
“Why don’t you throw it away too.”
“I think it would be better to put it back later and use it, and rather than throw it away, sell it in a second-hand market.”
“Then move out and sell some.”
When I entered Naeun’s officetel, Naeun asked me to put the books I had placed on top of the bookshelf in the bedroom into a box, since Naeun would organize the living room.
Receiving the box, I stretched out my arm and began pulling out the books one by one.
Most of them are comic books.
Ohh… I’ve seen that too. This was a fucking piece.
When I pulled everything out from the top, I felt a sense of satisfaction when I looked at the empty bookshelf.
Small satisfactions in everyday life.
Now, all you have to do is organize the books on the last floor.
I was about to finish quickly, but I bent down and pulled out the books again.
However…
Suspiciously familiar black book cover.
An illustration in which a chain is connected in a diagonal line.
Why is this in his house…
Turned the first page.
[White snowflakes! Thank you for always supporting us!]
“Brother. You’re doing great…”
Naeun and my gaze crossed in midair.
