Time Mansour - Chapter 100
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Episode 100 Old Memories
Be sure to come.
Because I’m going to practice on the weekend.
It’s obvious.
so.
“Oh, I see.”
After giving a rough answer.
Stop.
I pressed the end call button.
I guess I’ll have a lot to do for the time being.
I quickly walked to my sister’s room.
Seongtae has scheduled performances one after another.
Just from what I’ve heard, there are about three or four.
Well, that’s not all.
Until the year changes.
Because we also need to create a donation platform.
There’s a lot to do.
‘There’s a long way to go.’
Press the computer’s power button.
During that brief moment of booting up.
bang.
I habitually threw myself on the bed.
‘It feels good to lie down.’
With your body lying down like that.
After I let out a sigh.
Before I knew it, the room was brightly lit.
The desktop screen that appears on the monitor.
Make sure the monitor lights up.
Slowly get up.
The bed springs creaked.
Put your heavy body on the chair.
I put my hands on the keyboard.
A keyboard I received as a gift from Manager Chae to commemorate my retirement.
It’s only been a little over a year.
The engraving on the keycap has already been erased.
All that could be seen were faint traces of letters.
“Well. I guess you’ve been working hard all this time.”
me too.
And you too.
I thought about that and stroked the keyboard.
When you touch it, it feels good.
Knock knock. Knock knock.
A mechanical keyboard that makes sound.
The imprints on the keyboard are gradually being erased.
Instead.
The monitor screen is filled with code.
**
winter.
When winter comes, many charity events are held.
To endure the cold, you need to have a warm heart.
It is a season where we naturally extend warm hands to each other.
I headed to the practice room, exhaling.
like that.
Walk towards the building marked on the map.
“Oh, you’re here.”
I ran into Gukyeong in front of the practice room building.
“Oh. You’re early.”
“Yeah. I usually go to bed early.”
“Damn. You’re always late.”
What the hell.
We greeted each other and asked about each other’s well-being as usual.
“But it doesn’t go up?”
“You go in first. I’ll just smoke one and go.”
Guk-yeong slightly raised the hand holding the cigarette. Smoke wafted into the air.
Okay. I answered like that, and the moment I stepped onto the stairs of the building.
“Ah. Right. Just a moment.”
Gukyoung suddenly calls me.
what.
I turned my head to see what he was saying.
“Hey Youngjun. You’re famous.”
“···”
What are you talking about all of a sudden?
Who would say I’m not a journalist?
The conversation is also in parentheses.
“What are you talking about? What do you mean famous?”
When I tilted my head.
Only then did Gukyoung begin to provide further explanation.
“I went to Gransoft to do some reporting a while ago.”
Gransoft. It’s a famous game company. Well, it’s not like I know anyone there.
It’s a gaming company that is well-known even to the general public.
“But the developers there knew you.”
“me?”
“Oh. It’s all praise. Do you know anyone there?”
“Not at all. I don’t know much about games.”
“Really? You’re not going to do game development at all?”
“Oh, right.”
“why?”
why.
One letter. The question is only one letter. The answer cannot be given in one letter.
To give an appropriate answer to the national question, many sentences come to mind.
First of all, there was little I could do as a developer at a game company.
Rather than dealing with visible graphics, we mainly dealt with invisible data.
Of course, what I can do at a game company is limited.
However, the position of engineer rather than developer is also somewhat ambiguous.
I don’t know how to handle physical servers, but game companies mainly use physical servers.
I don’t know about startups, but large gaming companies don’t often use the cloud because of its slow response speed.
So there was nothing that would call me. No. There was nothing to get involved with.
Rather, I was surprised that the developers there knew me.
Because technically, it was a very different field.
“···”
This isn’t important.
Well, that’s true, I guess.
anyway.
When I try to explain it to a non-specialist, it seems too difficult.
Because I can’t even organize my thoughts properly.
just.
“Because I don’t know how to develop games.”
He kindly gave me a concise summary.
“why?”
The same question comes out of Gukyoung’s mouth again.
I think it will be difficult to have a normal conversation,
“Because I’ve never done it. You’re a game journalist, but you can’t develop games.”
I tried to force it a bit though.
“You’re a developer, right? I’m a reporter, not a developer.”
Even that is of no use. The answer is normal again.
Gukyoung continues to tilt his head.
Not all developers are the same.
The moment I say that.
And the questions will just keep going on and on.
I feel like if I say more, my mouth will just hurt.
“Ah. Okay. Now that you’re done smoking, let’s go up quickly.”
He pushed Gukyoung’s back without any hesitation.
As I push with my body, Gukyoung is pushed back one step at a time.
Guk-yeong, still smoking a cigarette.
Even in the midst of being pushed aside
Take a sip until the very end.
Phew.
It’s belching smoke.
Smoke wafts through the air on the winter wind.
**
End of year charity event.
There were quite a few performances scheduled.
Well, most of the songs we played were similar anyway.
Carols. And simple nursery rhymes.
All of the songs are not difficult.
Practice ended quickly though.
however.
Myung-gyu still had the drumsticks in his hands.
He makes a face and pounds the air.
“Hey. Seongtae. You crazy bastard. What the hell is this concert date? It’s so tight.”
“I can’t help it. It’s the end of the year.”
“That’s why I’m even busier. How many year-end parties are scheduled right now···”
Complaints are pouring in here and there. There are performances almost every week until the end of next month.
It’s by no means an easy schedule.
Of course, most companies are closed in December.
still.
There were a lot of drinking parties over the weekend, like year-end parties and such.
Everyone is going to have to give up their weekends for two whole months.
‘Let’s discuss it with us and then make a schedule.’
Always take action first. This is Seongtae’s personality that hasn’t changed since he was young.
Everything was hasty. I tended to start something first and then clean it up later.
“I really can’t do the third week of December.”
“I absolutely can’t go the last week.
Well. I knew something like this would happen someday. Everyone is busy coordinating their schedules.
We have a lot of members for an amateur band. Drums, bass, electric, keyboard, and vocals. It’s rare to find a band that performs with all these instruments.
So, even if one or two people were missing, the performance was still possible.
So this isn’t a big problem.
“Okay. Then let’s all set a date.”
But you should have told me in advance before scheduling the performance.
“You crazy bastard. You should do that before you schedule a show.”
The voice of my heart comes out through Myeong-gyu’s mouth.
“Let go. It looks like you need physical therapy. I’ll fix it for you. Just let go.”
Eventually, Myung-gyu raised his fist. No one was holding him back, but they kept shouting at him to let go.
“Hey, I told you to hurry up and do it. What are you doing? You have to hit that. Come on.”
No. Rather, they cheer for Myeonggyu. They are the ones who like him and even applaud him.
like that.
Warm hands came and went in the practice room.
To endure the winter cold, the band members are on fire.
I took a step back and watched the scene quietly.
Because there’s nothing more fun than watching fireworks.
Arms crossed, slap the bull.
After a while of loud noises going back and forth.
“So where are you going next week?”
The topic of conversation changed as the state questioned.
“That special school last time. I guess the performance we did before was good. I got invited there again.”
“Ah! There? That’s Jaesu’s school.”
“What about Jae-su? Call me Sister-in-law.”
It’s already been over a year. The special school where Seongtae liked the special teacher.
Although I never said it out loud, I honestly thought that those two wouldn’t work out.
I don’t understand at all what it was about Seongtae that I liked.
“Don’t go to the concert and say weird things.”
It seems like he’s living pretty well.
Other people’s love stories. That’s just as fun as watching a fire.
So everyone was looking at Seongtae, with a faint smile on their face.
however.
I couldn’t do that.
Special school.
My sister’s face naturally comes to mind.
Sister.
I had completely forgotten about it for a while.
The happier I am, the happier I am.
My older sister is gradually disappearing from my memories.
It’s only been a little over a year.
I forgot about you too quickly.
Stay in your sister’s room for a long time.
so.
Because the actual time that passed was longer.
Could it be that my memory has become worn out, just like my keyboard?
I feel sorry towards my older sister, so I make up some excuses.
“Youngjun. Come to your senses.”
“Why is his expression like that all of a sudden?”
“I don’t know.”
I guess it showed on my face without me knowing.
Did my expression look bad?
Myunggyu grabs my shoulder and shakes me.
“You crazy bastard. Why are you so serious all of a sudden?”
Guys who worry about me in their own way.
“Youngjun is upset, Inma. That’s why I told you to introduce me to some girls.”
“Look at Youngjun’s face. It looks like he’s a bit tense.”
“You’re not in a position to say anything to Youngjun’s face.”
Although the method was a bit crude.
Still, whatever.
It wasn’t bad.
“Don’t talk nonsense. How can you introduce me to a guy who washes his hair once a week? I’ll get cursed at.”
No. Now that I think about it, it does seem a bit bad.
**
Long time no see
It’s been so long since I’ve thought of you, sister.
To be honest, I felt uneasy.
It’s so crazy how I can forget something like this in just one year.
I had completely forgotten.
“Sister.”
When I think of my sister’s smile after a long time, other memories naturally come to mind. Mom. The director. The daycare center. Memories of my childhood come flooding back.
I had completely forgotten about it, but once I thought about it, old memories kept coming back to me without me knowing.
As I reminisce about the past that has passed.
Suddenly.
‘My body is comfortable, so my mind is more tired.’
I remembered something the director often said.
I decided to work my body hard.
“It’s not that hard···”
That was nonsense.
When your heart is heavy, it’s just your heart.
When your body is tired, it’s just because your body is tired.
In the first place, both are independent implementations.
bang.
Put the pole down.
I was lying on the bench, exhausted both physically and mentally.
I ran several times faster than my usual pace.
The body is tired in its own way, and the mind is anxious in its own way.
I lay there like that for a long time, blankly, like I had lost my mind.
suddenly.
“Are you having a hard time today?”
An old man with gray hair. He tilts his head and looks at me.
He’s not a complete stranger, but someone I see often and have exchanged a few words with from time to time.
Well. Not just me. I’m a gentleman who has a broad mind and goes around saying hello to people everywhere.
“Well. I just tried it once, and it was hard.”
I answered the old man’s question nonchalantly.
“Well, life is tough these days.”
The old man sits down on the bench next to me.
It felt cheap.
‘This somehow feels like a political story.’
Life is hard these days. It’s all… someone’s fault. I thought the story would go something like this.
So I tried to avoid the seat.
“I guess I should get up now. Thank you for your hard work.”
I packed my bags and got up from my seat.
“Yes. I was just about to go, but would you like to go together?
Suddenly it happens.
“We see each other often, so let’s introduce ourselves.”
Shake hands with a smile.
Looking at that old man.
insurance.
Or religion.
I’m seriously considering which of the two to choose.
My gut feeling was that it might be insurance.