Big Life

25 - Why don't you smile (6)

“Mind your body on the streets. ”

“Oh, someone's watching. My boss is ashamed again. ”

“Let's meet at the pool. ”

“It doesn't always feel like this. Let's go.”

The sex offender seemed to have a heart attack.

I remembered what Cha Hyung-jin, the celebrity leader, said at the bar. Certain moments come unannounced.

“Have you had lunch? ”

“I've been starving since morning to eat with Jules. I'm on a diet. ”

“I don't have any weight to lose. ”

Dongmyung and Bora started walking side-by-side in a conversation.

While the sex offender was secretly trying to catch up, the camera mode was turned off as the phone rang. It was a call from a senior reporter.

“Sunbae, I'll call you back. ”

As soon as the sex offender looked me in the eye and said,

As always, the words of the scorner returned without malice.

What, like you caught something special?

“Yes, I got it. ”

What is it?

“I'll call you right back. My brother's going to flip out when he sees this. Bye."

The phone has returned to camera mode.

In the middle of the angle stands Dongmyung and Bora side by side.

The sex offender gripped his teeth tightly and continued his pursuit. As a journalist, it was pleasant, but I mistakenly touched the person who asked me to look at it.

* * *

At the end of the corridor of the EBC radio station are vending machines and chairs.

Every time the reconstruction came here, it was a place to rest when there was time. He was still about to have a cup of coffee before the broadcast.

‘Oops, I left my wallet in the car for nothing. ’

Reconstruction drenches your pockets in ruins.

Nowhere in my pocket was a penny worth 100 won.

His pupils widened, looking around to see if anyone knew him.

“Good morning, Miss Ha. ”

He approached me and greeted me with a smiling face. The beauty of the EBC delegate's announcement remained neat.

“Hello, Hye-sung. It's been a long time."

“Yeah. The year went by. You're here for the writer's night, right? ”

“Yes, it is. What about you?”

“I'm here as a guest of Baroque Music. Today, I'm not a facilitator, but I'm in a similar position as Ha. ”

The comet smiles with its eyes shaped like a crescent. She then gestures at the vending machine and asks.

“You want coffee? ”

“Oh, you're here for a drink too, right? I left my wallet, though. ”

Reconstruction turns the empty pockets back and blurs the end of the horse.

The comet swipes its purse and takes a step forward.

“It looked like you did. ”

“Oh, have you seen it? · · · · · · · I'm embarrassed.”

“You've had it before, so I'll buy it today. I've got some cold ones over here. Would you like some cold ones? ”

“Yes, please. ”

Two cans of coffee fell in a row.

Reconstruction took out the coffee faster than the statue trying to bend the legs with the skirt.

“Thank you.”

“You have to serve what you get. ”

The two of them sat side by side on a long, vertical chair.

The comet stared at me through a window with white steam.

“You're getting married this year. ”

“Yes, I think so. ”

“You're a beautiful bride. Why are you an employee of a game company when you're so pretty? ”

“Haha, I see. Unlike what it looks like, there are no males who secretly reveal themselves. but not in my favorite field. ”

“Be sure to send out an invitation at the wedding. ”

“I'll be sure to send it. I can't imagine how the guests would react if Mr. Hye Sang came. ”

Maybe it's because he ate another year after time.

The two people who were having a conversation looked comfortable.

At the end of the hall, the loud, small footsteps of the people sometimes ring.

The coffee I drink in the quiet and cozy break room tasted very good.

“What · · · · · · · · · · · · · nowadays, Hye-sung. ”

“So Mr. Ha is now · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

The two men silently smile at the same time.

“Hah, tell me first. ”

“Since it's no big deal, Mr. Hye-sang should go first. ”

“I'm not special, and I was wondering what you're writing these days. ”

Reconstruction is about to answer that.

The PD at the end of the corridor waves for reconstruction. It was a signal that it was ready to broadcast.

“I'm sorry, but I think we should go in. I'm going to replace the answer with a broadcast today. ”

“Yes, sir. Fighting.”

I lifted my fists slightly as if the comet was cheering.

Reconstruction stood up after clenching his fist. I was overwhelmed by the footsteps that crossed the hall.

* * *

“Honey, can you give me one more apple? ”

“I'm still carving, ma'am. ”

Classic paintings were pouring out of the living room's dark TV.

It was a deep night when most people fell asleep. The skyscrapers that looked out of the terrace were also extinguished except for a few houses.

“You should get some sleep. ”

Myung Seok came back with an apple plate.

Eugene, who was lying on the couch, smiled and accepted the plate.

“I'm just watching you sleep. ”

“Casablanca?”

“Well, you can see it dozens of times. Ingrid Bergman is beautiful. ”

“I was so lonely that I hardly ever saw it again. ”

As I struggled, Myeong Seok looked back at the tidied living room.

It was a private apartment. I spent the day cleaning everything from living rooms and kitchens to every room.

The area of 38equilibrium was never narrow. Nevertheless, instead of using people, what I did was also the love of good seats towards Eugene and the baby.

“Wouldn't this be bad for the baby? ”

“Oh, what a worrying waste. It's not a horror movie.”

“I can't even learn goodbye before I meet the world. ”

“Well, that's oddly persuasive. ”

Eugene patted his lower abdomen and muttered, eventually turning off the TV.

She was now the happiest woman in the world, leaning on her head and smiling at the shoulder of Myeong-seok.

“I feel like I keep forgetting something. ”

“You forgot to sleep. Let's go inside and get some sleep. ”

Myeong-seok grabbed Eugene's hand and gently stood him up.

Eugene takes a step into the room and claps his hands.

“Oops, I remembered. The writer's radio today. ”

“Ah, writer's night? ”

Myeongseok turned on the Burya Burya radio.

The reconstruction broadcast was very important to him as well. All day cleaning and taking care of the house, I completely forgot.

“Take a guess. It'll be over soon.”

“Wait, here it comes. ”

[· · · · · · · The next thing that readers really expect is a novel. What are you writing these days?]

[Hmmm, yeah. I'm working diligently on the rest of the short novels in the marketplace. I think I can weave three more pieces into one book.]

[I am also very excited as a reader. It hasn't been released yet, but one of the novels in the short house was originally produced in a trilogical drama, and it was broadcast, right?]

[Yes, it is. I rewrote the scenario based on the finished novel at the time.]

Myeong-seok and Eugene were sitting side-by-side on the road couch listening.

The calm voice of the facilitator and reconstruction echoed alternately in the night world.

[The drama was very good. Despite the shorthand, the first show had a two-digit viewership. Wait a minute, here's the data. It was 14 percent. How did he feel at the time?]

[I was appalled, because there was an original novel that had been filmed before, like, a summer or a sea of 20 years. Maybe this is the power of the title.]

[The power of title? What do you mean by that?]

[There's something that people around me are saying together. There's not enough sense in titles. The marketplace was originally called Mayor and People. It was rejected because it was too outdated and became the current title.]

The moderator laughed unbearably.

Listening to Myeong-seok and Eugene burst into laughter.

I could see the serious expression of the rebuilding itself before my eyes.

[Is there anything else you would like to prepare outside the marketplace?]

[We are preparing to use The Bress in multiple angles, complete with the name Wind Cheon Oil. I think we can talk about The Bress a little bit more after the situation is cleared up. Other articles have begun preparing with a vague mind.]

[Ambiguous heart?]

[Recently, I've been thinking about human malice. I know everyone does, but I've met a lot of people in my life who aren't always so generous. I was able to engrave the malice that I had felt so far without even knowing it.]

“Did the writer tell you about this malicious note? ”

“No, not yet. ”

Myeong-seok smiled earnestly at one of the clowns.

I didn't expect to hear about the new piece of reconstruction on the radio first.

In the meantime, I couldn't spare time to find a place to stay with Eugene and tidy up the mess around him.

It was just a few calls and greetings. I felt sorry for the rebuilding, and my heart filled with the heart of Myeong-seok.

It's an expression that cools your spine just by listening to [human malice · · · · · · ·]. Is it a full-length novel? I wonder what the genre is like.]

[There is nothing set. First of all, I'm molding the malice that I feel through the people around me first. I don't think I can think of a genre or a story or anything like that until I've completed my character.]

[Are you sure the main character is a villain?]

[Very sharp.]

Bright seats grabbed the pen and summarized the words of reconstruction diligently. So that when you meet with the reconstruction and talk about the new work, you can get right to the point.

On the speakers, the voice of reconstruction continues to flow.

[In fact, there are two editors that I really like and still learn a lot. I need to speak to one of them, but I can't get in touch with him because he's very busy right now.]

[Please take this seat and say something.]

[Thank you. Well, dear editor Oh, It's been a while since I've had a drink with you. I miss you.Please drink the liquor I pour for you and pay for everything.]

The stone stopped the pen and laughed with a clasped mouth. Eugene next to him tightly hugged him and said jealously.

“I don't want to see Writer Ha because of the baby. ”

“Yes. The malice of men is frightening. ”

Myeong-seok looked at the clock and assessed the time when the broadcast would end.

Then I started composing an email to reconstruct.

He was kicked out of the house, but he is still the editor of the mob. And reconstruction is the most valuable author. It's time to move again.

* * *

“No, absolutely not. ”

“What's not to like, bro? Why?"

The rooftop of a weekly trend headquarters building.

The sex offender frowned and asked.

Before his eyes, Hyun-jin, a celebrity leader, was already taking out the third cigarette and biting.

“Do you know how many commercials you put on us in the same name? ”

“What does it matter? Do reporters have to be aware of that and write about it? ”

“The boss hates it! Don't you know you're moving in with the boss? Why are you so stubborn? You want to use the poison? ”

“Yes, I will. You can use it.”

“Oh, come on, you fucking pervert! ”

Hyejin emitted a lot of white smoke.

I felt like I had something to say to her.

But in the end, he couldn't say anything, and he turned his back.

“Put your hands on your chest. ”

“What nonsense are you trying to make? ”

“Put your hands on your chest, you bastard. ”

The sex offender placed his hand on my chest with a fat expression.

“I put it on. Why? ”

“Hot, isn't it?"

“Of course I'm mad, but it's not hot, is it? ”

“Your breasts are always so hot! ”

Hyeon-jin threw out a cigarette and shouted.

“How many times do I have to tell you, you're not a journalist. Do you feel like you've purely captured this specialty? ”

“What are you trying to say? ”

“I see you're going to have to deal with the poison on your own. And why are you trying to blow it up? Is it because of the reconstruction?”

“ · · · · · ·! ”

“That's the look on your face. Am I right? Or you can just deny it, you ugly bastard! ”

The sex offender took cigarettes from Hyunjin's hand a second time. Then, in less than 30 seconds, I smoked a cigarette and turned around.

“Have a nice cigarette. I'm not changing my mind. ”

“Hey, Hyunbae! ”

“Don't stab the Director first. I'm going down first.”

The sex offender fled the rooftop without hesitation.

Hyungjin stood at the top without catching it.

The rear view of the departing rear was overlapping with the previous self.

Around noon when the sun pierces the top of his head.

Breaking the shell, breaking the whistle and exploding in the middle of the world.

An article published by the phenomenon reporter alone began to dominate the Internet's major portals and SNS in an instant.

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