Big Life
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Reconstruction stood firmly by holding the phone to your ear.
It was a voice I had heard for a long time, but I could tell it at once.
- How are you?
The thin voice is shaking dangerously. Is it because I feel guilty for not being able to say my name? Reconstruction went out of mind and was spoken to.
“How are you? What about Mr. Yesel?”
- I'm sorry too, Writer Doug. I'm doing well thanks to you.
“Feel free to sing it like old times. ”
- I knew you were great before, but I was really impressed when I started acting. That's why it's a little hard to call you brother. Just now.
Reconstruction laughs. It was nice to see that there was still a distinctive tone. He gestured to Jinjin for understanding and then moved on to the next call.
“I enjoyed the Girl War. ”
- Oh, shame.
“That was a good performance. Then I saw Mr. Yesel again. ”
- It's my first time and I have no experience, so I just worked as hard as you told me to. Thank you for taking such good care of me.
“I'm also looking forward to the mustard bath. ”
- · · · · · ·.
The conversation was interrupted and silent.
Reconstruction waited for the words to continue. Later, Yalta sighs and tickles his ears.
- You're not surprised.
“I was thinking about it sometimes. I think it's about time we heard from Mr. Yale. ”
- I'm so sorry I'm late.
“You don't have to apologize. ”
- After I succeeded, I wanted to go to my brother beautifully, so I haven't been able to reach him. · · · · ·
“I understand.”
- I heard from Director Yoon Tae-sung today. I got a call from Tincent Pictures, and she's gonna audition for the heroine, too.
“Oh, really? That's great. ”
- Pretending not to know. You did this for me. I've heard all about it. That you recommended me to Tincent Pictures.
The reconstruction shrugs and slightly echoes the back of your nose. While switching topics, he reminded me of his past and asked.
“When are you going to get the necklace? ”
- Oh · · · · · · · · Can you take a little more?
“Until when? You've had enough of him. ”
- Not yet. Not yet. So I want you to take over a little bit more.
“Sounds like you don't want to see me. ”
- Well, it's not like that.
It was a stutter because I was embarrassed by a joke.
- You're too busy to see him, so I'm sorry to call you like this, but that's why · · · · · · Why would I not want to see you.
“I made a joke once. As Mr. Yale thinks, he's not busy enough to eat, so please contact us if you need to. ”
- Thank you so much, brother. You won't be able to repay the kindness you received from your brother for all your life.
“Mr. Yale's talent is what makes it work, not mine. ”
Jinjin approached and pointed to the watch.
Reconstruction nodded and said to the phone.
“I have to stop here today. I have to go out to dinner with a friend. ”
- Oh, I'm sorry. I'll get back to you then. Enjoy your dinner, brother.
“Yes, Mr. Yesel too. ”
Reconstruction hangs up the phone and wakes up.
Jinjin shakes his head to the left and to the right as if he was disgusted.
“Another woman? Who is it this time, singer? Actors?”
“Actors.”
Reconstruction was short and winding.
It was for the future of Yeshua that I didn't add "you know her." Her dark past was not to be pulled out of her mouth until she was in the grave.
......
“Thank you very much. We will read it as thoroughly as possible and return it as soon as possible. ”
Reconstruction said with a single expression. One of the oldest and most colorful books was in his hands.
It was the middle of a hot summer day. In a sunny world, azirang was still spreading. Inside the downtown cafe where the air conditioning was running was pleasant.
“Hah, I'll give it to you as a gift. ”
The wise man across the street said.
Reconstruction was frightened and raised its head.
“Are you saying you'll give me this rare copy? How can you be so precious? ”
“Books are only worthwhile if someone is there to find them. It's a book I haven't kept deep in the library for a long time. Please do not burden me. ”
“Thank you very much. Let's have lunch together, Editor. Tell me anything, and I'll take you on an express. ”
“Haha, should I? I'm going to make your wallet very thin today. ”
The two of them burst into laughter.
Later, Myeong-seok put down a cup of coffee.
“I'm going to keep you busy again. ”
“I don't think so. There's nothing to write about except a hurricane, a movie scenario and Oscar's dungeon. You're a lot busier around me than I am. ”
Reconstruction continued to speak with the faces of numerous assistants, including the bright seats in front of them.
“I've been feeling strange lately. I'm not doing anything. I'm just pretending everything's going to be okay. ”
“I think I know what you mean. ”
“The mustard bath is made of games and movies, Oscar's dungeon is translated to China through Tincent, and the American market has oceans, so the editor will take over again. · · · · · · · · · Like this · · · People will look very busy. But I'm a master writer, and I'm quite free. ”
“Well, if you're too busy, why don't you write a next one? ”
Myeong-seok smiled and asked as a joke.
Reconstruction opens its mouth cautiously after a moment of deliberation.
“Actually, I'm writing a little bit. ”
“Oh, are you sure? ”
Myeong-seok opened his eyes and straightened his torso.
He, the editor of the Myeong Dynasty, had to pay more attention to the next project of reconstruction.
“Yes, in fact, I feel like I started with a habit, so I didn't tell anyone except my father. But it's actually quite good, and I think I'd better talk to the editor. ”
“What does it say? I'd like to read it right away. ”
“Picaresque short house. There are a variety of people in the market background. Would you like to take a look? ”
“Oh, are you there? I want to see it right now. ”
Reconstruction picks up the tablet PC from the bag. After loading the plaintiff's file onto the screen, he handed it over to Myeong-seok and added.
“I've only written two. Please take a look. ”
Myeongseok picked up his tablet PC and took his eyes to the screen.
The title "Mayor and People" came first. Below was the title of the first fragment ‘Security in the Market’ and the second fragment 'The Market's Chop Rice Cake Salesman’.
“Hmm · · · · · · · · · ·. ”
“What's the matter? ”
“No, I'll read it, then. ”
Myeong-seok, who had fixed his glasses, began to read the two fragments right away. The quantity was not long, so I did not rush to read it.
‘You've had a hard time. ’
Before I finished reading the first fragment, I noticed the brilliance.
How the reconstruction began to write these novels.
Like his father, the guard who appeared in the fragment was slapping the new building owner.
Soon, Myeong Soon read the first fragment completely and entered the second fragment.
This time, it was the story of a man selling sticky rice cakes. The fact that he is a person who struggles with the oppression of the A but cannot give up the hope of life was the same as the previous guard.
‘I like it. ’
At some point, Myeong-seok unconsciously nodded his head. Again, the work of reconstruction was not disappointing. A simple and serene sentence was seeping into my chest without filtering.
“You read it really well. ”
Soon after reading them all, I lifted my head.
“I feel great. There's a difference between the first fragment and the second fragment, and it's also interesting that the stories connect organically because it's the same space. ”
“Thank you. I was worried you might say no, to be honest. ”
“How many copies will you spend in total? ”
“I'm thinking about maybe 10 or 12. Actually, it's a little blocked. It wasn't easier to pick the protagonists of each piece than I thought. It's a job, but I want the job and the hardships of reality to naturally connect to the market. It's really hard to show that. ”
“Take your time and think about it slowly. Hah, I'm not worried because the world knows how to write well. ”
Myeong-seok encourages the rebuilding and flicks his fingers with the expression that he remembered later.
“Now that I think about it, why don't we add one creator? ”
“The creator?”
“Yes, novels, cartoons, films, professions that work here. I don't think it's bad to paint the everyday life of a poor writer. ”
Myeong-seok said with his fingers on the table.
“I just think you need to get good at writing characters. If a healthy person doesn't work and writes, even if it's poor and hard, it won't be easy to get reader empathy. ”
“I think so, too. Well, I like the editor. I'm going to try and catch a poor writer character. ”
Reconstruction was already in my mind. I waited for him without disturbing him. Workers were pouring out of the window for lunch.
......
“What, the phone stopped? ”
He was confused when he picked up his phone.
It was the last day of filming the 'Mushroom Bath'. I was going to call my best friend in college for a long time. But the voice that came back was not a motive, but a machine guide.
“That's weird. You don't talk to me, you don't change your number. ”
I was so anxious to mumble to myself. Likewise, he has dreamed of directing movies since college. However, unlike his predecessor, his motive was still not fulfilling the dream.
‘What's going on? ’
Tae Seong recalled the home address of his longtime visit.
It was the basement of a shabby house. The moist landscape seemed to be catching my attention. At that time, it was very difficult to live with motive and attitude.
“Let me get this straight. I'm going to go somewhere for a while. ”
At the end of his thought, he got up from his seat. It was not just a motive to forget and move on. He immediately got in his car and started the car.
It did not take long to reach the destination, Xinrim-dong.
Taesong got off with his car in a nearby paid parking lot. It was difficult to drag the car into the winding alley.
“I think I was right about here. ”
Taeyang strolls through the alleyways of the dungeons as she grabs her memory. After a long time, he found a house that looked familiar, and he rushed to walk with a happy smile.
“There you are. ”
I opened a huge rusty gate and came back to my memory.
Taeyang steps down the corner of the courtyard. Then I knocked on the door of the single compartment with my hand.
“Galaxy. You got one? I'm Tae-sung.”
Nothing came back.
I knocked and called the door again, but it was empty. Beyond the door is only silence.
Tae-sung's hands reach for the door hook. Just in case, the door was open. Somehow, with an ominous feeling, he opens the door. The view of the darkened one-room landscape catches my eye.
“Huh? The Milky Way! ”
In the corner of the room, a woman fell down like a dead person. The precious motive of Taesong. Terrified Saturn could not take off his shoes and jumped into the room.
“Hey, galaxy! Lee Eun Ha! Wake up! ”
As soon as I laid him down, I could see the face of his fibula. His arms and legs were thin, and his breath was as weak as if it were going to end right away. At first glance, she could see that she was severely malnourished.
“Why haven't you contacted me since you got here! ”
He stood up with a corpse motive, except for his pride. I felt like crying because it was light like a child. Having neglected to contact me because I was busy was a terrible moment of regret.
“Who are you?”
A woman in her 50s, carrying a galaxy, intercepted her. I was being cautious with my face.
“I'm a friend. I don't feel well, so I'm taking you to the hospital. ”
“Really? I've been out of rent for two months now, so ask me if you know what I'm going to do. ”
Tae-sung grits his molars and stares at the mistress. He then took a million won check out of his wallet, handed it to her roughly, and spit it out.
“Let's be human and talk about the situation. ”
“No, I didn't do anything."
“Oh, get out of the way. ”
He ran back the way he came with the galaxy on his back. Despite a heavy breathing, he does not slow down his two running feet.
Around the time the parked car was visible far away, the galaxy with its face on its back woke up and opened its eyes. Quickly realizing the opposing Pokémon is Tae-sung, she closes her eyes again, smiling as if it were her own.
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