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23 – Bombardment has begun (10)

“Hello, I'm Park Hye-Sang from Literature and Walking. It's an autumn after all. What comes to mind when you fall? The season of paralysis? The endless blue sky? A generous harvest?”

Screening of "Literature Walk" in front of the EBC station.

The beauty of the comet, the announcer standing in front of the camera, shined again today. A grey dress with proper body flexion fits perfectly with the relaxed atmosphere of the fall.

“Mr. Comet looks strangely refreshed. ”

“Maybe it's the hair. You look like a college girl. Beautiful, really. ”

Staff outside the angle exchanged horses, sipping machine coffee.

The statue was no longer the long-haired one. The pale, maple end of her hair is shaking gently over her shoulders.

“· · · · · Equivalent · · Equivalent, meaning able to get close to the lamp, is derived from a passage created by Hanyuga, the gateway to the time of the Party, to encourage his son to read. Autumn nights are cool and refreshing, so it's close to the lamp that says it's good to read. I wonder if you and I, who use convenient lighting, have a much richer life than Han Yoon. ”

between the proceedings of the comet.

The reconstruction was outside the angle tidying up the chandelier.

I did not forget to soak my thirsty neck with a sip of water and then catch my breath.

It was said to have adapted, but it was still a series of tensions every time.

“· · · · · · Another valuable guest in literature and walks today. He is a reconstructive writer who is bringing hot responses from both home and abroad to the original novels of the popular movie" Mushroom Bath. "How are you?”

The camera has shifted its focus to the bench.

The sit-down reconstruction raises itself as PD gestures.

“Yes, hello. It's a rebuilding.”

“I think it was the last time you played in a fresh spring, but it's autumn soon. Having the same guest more than once on a literary and walking walk is the first time you've had a reconstructive writer. There's a tremendous interest. How have you been? ”

“I have nothing in particular to tell you. Unlike the rather rowdy news, my life was quiet. I worked hard to write what I wanted to write, met some good people, and stayed normal. ”

The comet smiled at the application when he met his gaze.

At a moment's notice, I saw her eyes shake.

Maybe it's because I talked to the ship's CP. I didn't know if it was just a mistake or a reconstruction.

“You've been nominated for the Ministry of Culture and Culture Award for Popular Arts. And the media's reaction to it as a whole was that it was far from a leisurely atmosphere. I can't help but ask you how you feel. ”

Mike has moved on to reconstruction.

This script was not embarrassing, but he replied carefully.

“I am happy and satisfied that I have been nominated for such a prestigious event in recognition of my work. To put it this way, it's a gift that one day suddenly fell out of the sky. When I write, I just forget everything that's going on around me. I was living like that, and then one day, all of a sudden, what? I'm a candidate for the Ministry of Culture recognition? Really? I have to say, it feels like this. So it's just fine. ”

The statue and the staff around it smiled together.

In a murky atmosphere, the question continued.

Conversations continued on multiple fronts, including the drama "Summer of Twenty Years," the production trend of the movie "Tornado" produced at Tincent Pictures, and the other frontiers in China and the United States, which was decided to be produced following the "Marketplace."

Today's broadcast, featured, was part of the rebuilding from start to finish.

* * *

In the middle of recording.

A skinny woman was coming out of the station in an awkward color. You look like you're about to collapse as if you were carrying a bag that's too big for your body.

‘Tired! ’

Despite the cool autumn weather, my whole body was hot.

The woman lifts her hands and steals the sweat from her brow as it rains.

A drunken rumble draws her to a place of coverage after an invisible end.

Why are there so many people here? ’

While the woman was tired, her eyes narrowed.

There were close to a hundred people from the station's main gate.

This is the main EBC station for educational broadcasting.

It is rarely seen by celebrities who are so popular that so many people will appear. So the woman had to wonder.

“I packed a book to get everyone to sign. ”

“I just need a stupid woman to sign. And I'm going to take a picture today. How do I look? Hasn't mascara spread? ”

People's conversations were being heard from the woman in secret.

At some point, the word familiar to the ear stimulated the eardrum.

The woman stopped without even knowing it.

The windward head was fixed towards the ‘Literature and Walking’ site.

“ · · · · · ·! ”

Eyes mixed with desire and jealousy, fear and hatred.

The woman looked at the "literature and walking" scene with her eyes filled with complex emotions.

I realized that the reason why so many people gathered was because of the reconstruction. The bag on your back is getting heavier as if you put another stone on it.

‘That's where I need to be!' ’

The woman slammed her upper and lower teeth just like the man who was thrown out.

My head falls down, and my humble cheek catches my attention.

A stretchy t-shirt, jeans on the ground, and sneakers with ragged insoles.

I hated everything.

‘Why do I have to live like this? What did I do so wrong? Why won't you give me a chance?! I'm a good writer too! How long do I have to do this for 750,000 won a month? ’

The woman crouched down in disdain.

You grind the buttocks naturally, unable to concentrate because of the heavy bag.

I didn't want to get up again.

“No, look who it is. ”

The woman trembles.

The voice of the man coming from the foothills is deep in my ears.

“I see you're still living as a writer. Treatment doesn't look so good for a job that caused such a big commotion and ran away. ”

The woman sets her hand on the floor to get up.

My fingers are trembling, but I can't feel my strength.

A woman was nothing but a delay.

After deleting the manuscript for the reconstruction under a confidential agreement with Bora, Bora's current body was a car that was visited to pass on data related to local culture TV to the EBC.

“You don't have the strength? I'd love to help you up, but it's gonna be hard for you to get caught again. ”

The man in front of his chewing eyes was Yeon-woo.

Unlike a fluffy tone, both eyes were full of life looking down at the delay.

Delays were struggling to stand up, avoiding gaze.

“Hey, Mr. Won Delay. ”

I glanced at Yeongwoo, letting go of my shoulders, which were constrained.

Yeon-woo gritted her with her finger, and she looked like she was slitting my throat again.

“Nothing's over yet. ”

The chest of the delay sank.

She starts to take a step forward without a single word. I had no choice but to run away today.

* * *

“Well done. ”

“Yes, PD, you've done a great job. You too, Comet.”

The recording of "Literature and Walking" ended.

Reconstruction was somewhat tiring but could not rest immediately.

It was the readers who came to see themselves.

After I signed and photographed for less than half an hour, I had time to have a cup of coffee.

“Do you want to come with me? ‘

“No, stay in the car. I'm just gonna go to the bathroom and grab a cup of coffee, and I'll be right back. ”

The reconstruction leaves Yeongwoo in the car and enters the building.

Next to the bathroom was a restroom with a view of the courtyard.

Reconstruction approaching the vending machine with my wallet out suddenly opened my eyes wide.

The comet sat alone in the lounge chair.

“Oh, well done. Mr. Comet.”

“You said that before. ”

“I was. I was distracted. ”

Reconstruction smiles blurrily at the end of the speech.

The comet glances at the vending machine and asks as if to throw it.

“You're here for coffee, right? Can I buy you a drink, too? ”

“Can I get you a coffee? ”

“Yes, I like it. Can I get you a hot one? ”

The reconstruction pulled out two cans of coffee and handed one over.

The comet was thanked with a smile and opened the lid of the can.

“Time flies, I think. ”

“Yes, I was really impressed by what Mr. Hye-sang said during the recording today. I think it was last spring, but it's almost over again this year. ”

All the trees outside the endless green window turned into silver-yellow leaves.

The comet took the coffee to its mouth and followed the scattered leaves with both eyes. It was a gaze that was dazed and saddened me.

“Everything seems to come at a time. ”

The comet gives you a strange expression.

Feeling the gaze of reconstruction toward her, she added calmly.

“There are times when grass grows, there are times when it weeps, there are times when it is quiet, there are times when it is lost, and there are times when it is found." You don't know this poem? ”

“I remember reading it as if it were passing by. ”

“Yes · · · · · · · · · It can be used in the meeting of people. ”

It was a statue that nodded as if it understood itself.

She was speechless.

I opened my lips with a faint smile and emptied the remaining coffee silently.

“Thank you for enjoying your drink, sir. ”

“It's a can of coffee. ”

The comet slowly approached.

Looking up at the reconstruction with a loving smile, she reaches out one hand and asks for a handshake.

“I had a really good dinner in Itaewon. You'll never forget it. ”

The voice of the statue trembles.

Now I know it can't be continued. It was the best she could express.

Reconstruction grips the statue's hand with a smile.

The two hands slowly waved up and down like a floating myriad.

“I hope you'll always be happy. ”

“I agree. You should be happy, too. ”

The statue grabs his hand, greets politely, and turns away.

Again. Again.

The sound of her shoes leads her to the studio.

Reconstruction also turned and set out for where it needed to go.

“What took you so long? ”

As soon as I saw the rebuilding in the car, Yeon-woo said. The reconstruction in the back seat brought out the coffee he bought as his share.

“We have a little time before the recording, don't we? Let's eat something delicious. ”

“Shall we go eat near the station? I liked the sushi I had at the time. ”

“Yeah, let's go there. ”

Three hours from now, there will be recording from MBS stations.

It was also a surprise gift of reconstruction for the aim.

“That's right, brother. I wasn't going to tell you. ”

“What? Tell me. ”

“I encountered a delay while recording you earlier. He seems to be working as an assistant writer elsewhere. ”

“Hmm, yes. ”

The rebuilding came to a dead end.

Yeon was grinding her teeth, bending the handle towards the exit.

“I tried a lot of shooting, but I can't get over it. I need to see that human scum working and walking around as a Burset writer. ”

“Forget it."

The reconstruction was added with a deep back to the back seat.

“Like you said, if it's really rubbish, it's going to kill itself. ”

Reconstruction closed its eyes with a comfortable mind.

The delay had already been taken care of. The season passed that I would pay attention to trivial beings.

The car in the driveway starts speeding up.

* * *

“Hey, hello? ”

- Why aren't you answering your phone? No rent? You're not home right now?

The delay was shaking while holding the phone tight.

It was the landlord of the studio where I live. With a deafening shout, the front door of the studio burst open.

- I'm sick of this shit! No, I'm fine. Why do you live like that? If you don't hear from me in three days, then do it yourself! You think I can't open this door and not go in?! Ugh, this sucks!

I lost my phone.

Outside the front door, the sound of the building owner's footsteps getting tangled with swearing.

The delay squeezed the beating heart while tucked into the bed's duvet.

‘What should I do? ’

After paying the rent, there is no food bill. I haven't been paid in my old job. I almost spent the money I received from Bora while preaching everywhere.

‘I can't wait anymore! ’

The delay grips the mind and dials Bora's number.

A loud pop song came pouring out of the unknown title.

Without receiving anything, only the cold courier's voice returned. I called several times, but the phone was disconnected.

Tuck!

When the phone fell on the bed.

The delay could feel a strand of reason breaking as thin as a grain.

Completely discarded.

If you wait your whole life, you won't hear from me.

When you open the refrigerator, the soju bottle, which you left half drunk, rolls around. Delay brought it out and drank it into the bottle.

After a few sips, I coughed and drenched the cold floor.

‘I can die alone · · · · · · ·! ’

Wet eyes of delay set the eagle ablaze.

Her burning intoxication turned into an unbearable courage, pushing her in front of her laptop.

- I'm a failed broadcaster.

Tada-da-da-dak! Tada-dak!

Tad-da-da-da-da!

Ten fingers fly over the keyboard like a ghost.

The delay started to fill the lower belly with a low sensation and filled the screen with hatred full of breasts.

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