Big Life

18 - There was a sea (11)

There was no one in the room.

After looking at the neat and tidy ridge, Nanyeon opened her eyes wide.

Did he go up in between?

At that moment, there was a rattling sound in the bathroom.

“Hey, Red Mist! Were you in the bathroom?”

“Yes, sister! I'm gonna take a shower now. Why?”

“I thought I was going up again. Come on out. Give me some bread for a punctured cast. ”

“Excuse me?”

Yale opened the bathroom door wide.

Without intending to hide my nakedness, my face was full of awkward colors.

“It's nothing. The gangsters are attacking the restaurant, but they're the villagers who will come out here. There's nothing to do. Come on. ”

“Hey, sis. Can you get me out of here? He's got a bad face. ”

The grappling hook grazed my back.

It was not because of the fear of appearances.

"There was a sea" is a reconstruction film.

I wasn't ready to paint on his film at all.

“Just come out, I don't care about your face at all. I've been asked by the portrait director to bring you in. I need your help, okay? ”

“ ……. ”

She bites her lip, unable to answer either way.

Suddenly, she looked down and muttered admirably.

“Wow, look at your back. You're pissed off.”

“What are you embarrassing people about? ”

“How hard did you work out? Is this abs?”

“Ah-ha-ha! Don't touch me, sister! ”

The mildew could not stand the tickling and collapsed.

Nayeon fixes her towel and turns her back.

“I'll wait, so wash up quickly and come out. ”

Bathroom door closed and grappled.

The reflection of his face on the mirror seemed to be replacing all the worries in the world.

* * *

“Hey, sis. ”

- You sent money again? How can you spend so much money you don't have to spend? How many times have I told you to stop? Are you really going to be mad?!

Reconstruction grimaces one eye and drops the phone slightly from the ear.

Waiting for the moment the nagging calms down, he replies.

“Get ready for school. That should do it, right? How's your mom and dad? ”

Reconstruction quickly changed the topic because it was afraid that the nagging would continue.

Jae-in sighs before answering.

- He's out looking for his dad.

“What? Why work? ”

- Let's just say I'm a little sore to stay home. I never pegged you for dangerous or hard work.

“There's no hard work in the world. Try to stop her. ”

- Is he gonna listen to me?

“However…. ”

Do you like the East Sea? Now it's winter, so it's going to be cold.

“The wind blows. The temperature itself is higher than the metropolitan area. I feel like I can see the ocean every day as soon as I open my eyes. ”

- Are you making fun of me? I want to go to the sea again.

“Next time, let's come as a family. Build a vacation home here. ”

Reconstruction hung up after a few more conversations.

Looking out the window, the world was a blur.

It wouldn't be strange if it rained right away.

The view of the gray sea was lonely.

‘I didn't intend to stay this long. ’

I thought it would take a week to get up there.

The calendar in the room that was already used for over a full night was also torn by the rebuilding itself.

‘I'm sure everyone's doing well. ’

It reminded me of the writers from the Bucheon office I hadn't seen in a long time.

What happened between Minho and Eun-young?

Following them, I remembered the faces of precious people from Su Hee, Jinjin, Tae-won, Somi, and Myeong-seok.

“Meow.”

Lika, who was sleeping leaning against the corner, approaches.

The reconstruction hugs Lika and rests her on the bridge, turning to her laptop.

On the screen, there were seven unfinished "Oscar's Dungeon" drafts.

‘I need to speed up now. ’

It was shorted ‘There was a sea,' and now it was time to focus on the ‘Oscar's Dungeon’ under contract with Connection.

When I saw the flashing cursor in the Word program, it was another sigh of reconstruction.

A seven-volume book that has been held for a long time.

No matter how much I repaired it, I was not satisfied with the content.

There was even a bigger problem.

‘Say something, sir. How about this? where the entrance to the dungeon was broken and Oscar was trapped. Do you think it's fun? "

No matter how many questions you ask, Seo Gun Woo's answer will not come back.

I've been writing a lot and asking a lot of questions.

The answer came as soon as possible, and the reconstruction argued every time.

Every time I collided with Seo Gun Woo, I used to look for the direction in which my work should go.

However, the answer gradually decreases.

The same was true of Oscar's Dungeon.

As I started writing seven volumes, no matter how many questions I asked, the soul of Seo Gun Woo did not react.

It was the endless darkness of reconstruction.

Glug glug!

The phone on the table trembles. A message was about to fly from Somi.

- Everything all right? I took a look at the Conti that Jules introduced, and I drew it once. We've emailed them to you, so take a look when you're free and let us know what you think!

‘You're fast.'

Reconstruction slowly read Somi's "Dungeon of Oscars" webtoons by accessing the mail.

I laughed in my mouth.

Wow, that's nice. ’

It was a firestorm. I've always loved it.

The cut configuration and placement were also flowing naturally without blockage.

After reading it, I was happy to reply to the reconstruction.

I think that's a lot of work. It was very good.

- Thank you for saying that.

- Do what Mr. Somi believes, not what I say. I'm not saying I don't. If he was in front of us, he would have shot one big time.

I want to teleport to the East Sea!

Put the phone down, and after a while.

The brief smile disappeared completely from the face of the reconstruction.

When I came across a quality webtoon that Somi pulled out, I was more anxious about not being able to unwind.

“This isn't going to work, Lika. I'm going to finish the draft and send it to Representative. By the end of the year, we'll only be using seven Oscar's Dungeons. ”

“Meow.”

The reconstruction closed its eyes for a moment and cleared its head.

I gave up relying on Seo Gun Woo and stopped asking questions that did not return the answer.

The ten fingers on the keyboard began to beat the batsman according to the predetermined deployment.

* * *

“Cut!”

Director Tae-sung raises his hand.

We hugged each other and stood apart with long sighs of support and resentment.

“Come on, everybody, good job! Let's go up to Seoul! ”

The staff applauds everywhere.

The scene of the East Sea shooting is now complete.

A cool emotion was melting on everyone's face that had been freed from hard work.

“Well done, Director. ”

“Joon and Ji-sung, too. Great picture.Where is the Head of Production? Where did you say it was? ”

A large crowd is formed around Taesong.

Nayeon and Yale stood on a beach far away and were drinking coffee with paper cups.

In many scenes, the arrangement to appear as an accessory was not the usual outfit.

He was wearing rubber boots covered in mud on a floral gown.

“It looks good on you, Hong Ye Seul. ”

“Woo, why are you making fun of me? You came out pretty as a friend to the sea, huh? ”

“Then what are you doing? The movie hasn't been released yet, but there's been a lot of malicious comments all over the Internet. ”

Nayeon smiled and said.

The tearing wells of the mass scream as if stepping on the sand floor.

“What are they saying! Why are they coming here like that? I don't give a shit about those malignant rumors. ”

“Not exactly a rumor……. ”

“Sister!"

“Okay, I'm sorry. ”

Nayeon put down the paper cup and hugged her.

I was thankful for the wrathful gift of encouragement, like his work.

“Come on, Sis, don't look back, just look ahead. You just did this to Jo? Heheh.”

“I'll make it, I'll make it. How did I get here? ”

“Well, well. ”

Yale hugged Nayeon's waist and patted her.

I knew that even though I had infiltrated the streets at night because of my life, my passion for smoke was not lacking by anyone.

“You were really good at getting out of that floor fast. You've never seen anything like it. If I had...... I might have become like me. ”

“What do you mean, you're like my sister? Why do you keep saying that? What's wrong with you?! ”

Right then.

At the far foot, there was another loud voice.

Nayeon and Yale pulled each other apart and cast their gazes at each other.

“I think he's a reconstructive writer. ”

“ ……?! ”

There was a lot of blood on her face.

Nayeon's words were not lies.

It was definitely reconstructed by the person standing next to JooJooJoo about twenty paces in front of him and having a conversation.

“Writer's brother... No, was he here? ”

Yale hurriedly changed his title and asked.

Nayeon nodded, keeping an eye on Toju and Reconstruction.

“I didn't know that. The director and I were discussing filming that day, and they were anxious. ”

She lowers her head trembling with her lips.

You see the dirty rubber boots below the colored troublemaker.

Your toes slowly turn back.

“What's the matter? ”

“Hmmm... Do you have a cold?" I want to go in and get some rest. ”

I didn't want to meet the reconstruction like this.

He said with his own mouth that he would come when he was ready to stand up.

I wasn't ready to get my necklace back with a picture of my mom.

“Nayeon, Mr. Yale. There you are.”

The director recognized Nayeon and said.

“I'll make a small fuss in the house. I have plenty of room, so come quickly with your sister. ”

“Yes, I'll be right there. Thank you."

After saying goodbye, Yale was already walking to his place.

Nayeon jumped and arrested me.

“What's the matter? He just keeps getting better and then suddenly he gets sick? ”

“I don't know, I'm hot. I don't think I can. Go have fun and come in. ”

“Then just eat something simple and go inside. You have to eat before you take your medicine anyway. ”

The gravel grins and shakes its head.

“I'll eat and sleep while buying kimbap. Don't worry about me. Just go, sis. ”

“Hmmm... I'll be right in, then. ”

“No, I'm going to sleep anyway. Take your time. I'm coming.”

She grabbed both her arms and moved away to her quarters.

After staring at her for a long time, Nayeon turned to the house where the latch opened.

* * *

“Aunt, here's another plate! ”

“We don't have enough soju here! Just get me a chest here, not a bottle! ”

Dufuli rented an entire house in the vicinity.

Dozens of staff and actors huddled inside the cafeteria.

“Director, have a drink. ”

“No, Writer Ha. I'll get you a drink first. ”

“I heard it first, so you should get it first. ”

The supervisor poured a glass to the reconstructor first because he was reluctant to drink.

It was the most cornered spot in the restaurant.

There were only four people sitting here, rebuilding and Tae-sung, as well as the director and Joo-joon.

“Hajagan, what is it? Why don't you give it to me? ”

Sitting next to him, JooJooJoon tapped the rebuilding shoulder and asked.

His long legs, which stretched out with their backs against the wall, were dripping like falling water tanks.

“I drank a lot. I'm blushing.”

“I'm fine, just give me another drink. Hurry up.”

“Anyway……. ”

The reconstruction forced me to pour you another glass.

JooJoon raises his glass slowly and takes out the horse with the hiccups.

“Hey, reconstructor, I'm not saying this because I'm drunk," he said. ”

Unlike the horse, his eyes were wide open.

After the shoot, I was drunk earlier than usual when I was relieved of tension.

He tapped his chest with his hand and said,

“I don't know how happy I am to be playing your novel again. ”

“I'm so glad you played my novel. ”

“Oh, I love getting to know a writer who's really you. I'm not just saying that, to be honest, at first I thought you looked a little tired, so... Turns out it's true. Thanks to Chae Rin... ugh! ”

JooJoon coughs and snorts.

The reconstruction that closed his mouth whispered in his ear.

“Are you out of your mind? How many people are listening here...! ”

I nodded with a glance that she understood.

I almost blew up my relationship with Chaerin.

As the reconstruction loosened, he took a single sip of cold water and shook his head vigorously to the left and to the right.

“Oh, I can't. I should probably get some fresh air. ”

“I'll go with you. ”

The reconstruction that worried Joojoon stood up together.

The two of them went out to the back of the parking lot wearing slippers from the house.

The reconstructive phone rang in my pocket just in time.

“Let me take this for a second. Hello?"

- Yes, Mr. Ha. Did you have dinner?

Tae-won's voice was particularly bright.

The reconstruction replied with both eyes to the crouching of the bench.

“Yes, I'm working on it. It's the last day in the East Sea. What about Jules?”

Oh, I've seen the beginning of Oscar's seven dungeons.

“Ah, yes... how was it? ”

I was already anxious at the heart of the reconstruction.

However, Tae-won's answer came as a surprise.

- I love this one, too. It was really fun, and it wasn't weird that you were so worried about what you wrote in your email.

“Really?"

- I'm not the one who's saying I'm not free, because seven books aren't working and they're not funny, and I was actually a little worried. But it's good to know. Somi says it's fun.

“I'm so glad you did.... ”

Reconstruction narrows the sigh of relief.

I didn't hear back from Seo Gun Woo, so I was worried about the seven books.

I felt relieved from the heavy burden of pressing down on my shoulders.

“Yes, Jules. I'll see you up there soon. ”

Reconstruction had a few more conversations and hung up.

Sitting crouched down next to her, JooJoon was looking at his Twitter on his phone.

“Shall we go in? You must have a cold.”

“Hey, reconstruction, let's take a picture of the memorial. Put it on Twitter.”

“Are you going to be okay? I think it's bleeding from my face. ”

“I'm the natural motto of life. Come here quickly. ”

Joon reconstructed Gear and took a picture with his shoulder.

The two smiling faces were ridiculously bright.

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