Great Novelist

“When she jumped. It was a shock.”

The end of the cry. She leaves to meet the child.

“Details? Realistic. ”

“I'm not going to end it like that. It turns emotional flow into reality all at once. ”

The crystal bruised the light-speaking projection.

“Crying is never sweet. It's devastating. It's burdensome and heavy. But the sound of crying is a little different. It's not about embracing other people's weight, it's about looking at me. I mean, there's no hard feelings, no hard feelings,

I will. ”

The show frowned. The same was true of Silk Road. He opened his mouth casually.

“I did care a little bit. I'm glad to hear that. ”

I continued to talk about writing while eating. She was reading every detail like a writer. I carefully examined the text flow or breathing, the meaning of characters and metabolism, or the nature of the sentence. On the contrary, he admired such crystals.

“You really know every corner of it. Amazing.”

In Lord's praise, she waved her hand.

“Other books don't go this far. When I wrote your debut as a scenario, I liked to read all your books. ”

She pulls something out of the bag she left behind. It was a book.

“I have four more books in my house that are soggy. ”

She confidently said. He handed over the book. A cover with a bird with a white background. The birdstream is traces. It spreads, and it's filled with notes. It was like a textbook. I think I know a little bit about how much time and care she's put into writing the scenario.

There.

“If you show me something like this, I want to read the scenario. ”

“You can read it. I have it. Do you want it? ”

She moves her hands as if she were about to pull it out. He politely refused.

“No, thank you. When you read a scenario, you're moved when you watch a movie. ”

He returned the book to her. She takes the book and says nothing for a moment. It's a cautious gesture. After waiting quietly, she speaks out about what's bothering her.

“I've heard that the terms of the contract go beyond the original. ”

“It's more of a wind than a condition. ”

In response, the revision smiled weakly.

“I knew you were different. ”

“Different?”

“Yes. I would want money and honor. That's the condition for success. ”

“Yes, it is. ”

She was relieved when he smiled. Depending on the opponent, this can be a sensitive topic. Just now, Lord's answer contained the meaning of acceptance.

“But actually, I'm not that different. ”

That's what he thought. It makes no difference. At the same time, the couple changed their faces.

“Does that mean that surpassing the original is like money? ”

“By the way, when that great movie is done, you're going to sell more of your books, and you're going to end up with a big picture of money and honor? ”

He shakes his head.

“I'm not talking about that. The reason you want money is usually in your living room. To live a little better, to live a little better. Right?”

“That's right.”

“I'm the same. ”

The eyes behind the glasses quickly blinked. Her eyes were light in pigmentation. He looked at his eyes and recalled the winter when he lived without money or honor. I was hungry and shivering in the cold. And yet, I lived, miserable and uncomfortable, but still alive. When

Lo laughed and cried.

I couldn't write.

I couldn't make the right decision because my brain was cut into alcohol. I felt nothing. Gastric fluid was excreted instead of emotion. Exhausted digestive organs have failed to perform properly. I just had a vision. My hands trembled when I tried to move it into reality. Short Sentences

I couldn't even use it. It was death.

“I'm going to write. ”

And now I'm writing again.

“I want to be impressed. in a film that goes beyond my original work. because I'm sure I can write better than I am now. ”

“Couldn't you accept a better director's proposal? ”

“Who's a good director? ”

The Crystal is silent. There is no good answer. Named director. Recognised by the mob. Or a famous award-winning director.

“I take pride in entrusting my work to a good director. ”

I remembered when the movie came to me. He was confident. Spit it out and see. It may end with words, but at least at that moment, he said without retreating. You can get a lot out of someone like that.

“The success I want is not just the outcome. In fact, I met the state director, and I got a great deal. ”

“Something good? ”

“The cigarettes she smokes, actually, are yours. ”

“Huh?"

“Thanks to your good writing, you've achieved half of your goals. ”

I told the show that was making a strange face.

“So I'll take the rest of the peninsula. ”

Silence passes. The crystal is stunned. It's because he said it was like he was writing all his life. It was an obsession. An obsession with success. His wish for success is different than usual. But the roots were the same. To live. Without money, you can't live. No recognition of others

Can't live with noodles. And the writer, coincidence.

“I'm broken if I can't write. ”

His laughter spreads. It was a joke. But I realized the crystal. It was serious.

“This is delicious. ”

He put one point in his mouth in a calm manner.

Food was replaced in the middle. A new edition was rolled out and the conversation was over. He was particularly amenable to crystals and words. She knew how to make the other person feel good.

“I used to write your book, Im Hyun, too. It was an assignment.”

“Assignment?”

“Yes, in college. It was a long time ago, and I was writing at the time, and it was really different. I feel like I'm getting closer. ”

He empathized intensely.

“I feel like I'm going through my pockets. ”

“That's a good point. ”

He realized it was time to get to the point. I chewed the food in my mouth and looked at the man across the street. He didn't say much. It seemed that it was not because of the difficulty of the position, but because of its nature. Adapt to the atmosphere but do not interfere too much. Places like this.

looked familiar. At the end of the conversation with the crystal, he opens his mouth naturally.

“May I ask you a question? ”

It was a good bass to hear. It was an open and resounding voice. I had heard that voices are important for acting. With his eyes and voice, he seemed to have both the conditions of the actor.

“Yes.”

“It's about your brother. ”

This is the essence, not the long story. He was the one who asked me questions about my brother the first time.

“If there's a question I can answer, I'll do my best. ”

“Have some compassion. ”

The director said small. He passed away lightly.

“Writer Crystal's scenario contained even the finest details. so it's easy to know what kind of acting you want. I just had to read it and draw the scene. The question I felt thanks to you is not exaggerated. ”

A clear interpretation within the scenario touches the image he was holding. I didn't understand a single place. It was a little different, to be exact. That's what appeared in his acting.

“What was it? ”

“It's killing birds. ”

I can clearly recall a long time ago written in his head. There is a kite that looks at it and looks at the brother who kills birds. The opposite of a foolish and fragile brother, a violent and destructive brother.

He asks his brother.

Are you still scared?

He replies.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Killing birds was an expression of affection for that brother. About my frail brother who can't even go outside during the day.

“Anger?”

He asks. He raises his head.

“Rage?”

“Yes. My brother kills birds. Throw the body to your brother. They kill the object of fear, and then they grab the shell for the weak. I know he's scared. It wasn't for her. This wasn't any consolation, and neither were you.

It wasn't a compulsion to kill like that. ”

He interpreted it that way. He does terrible things. Bird's blood defiles the sanctuary. I dragged the bird to the hiding place. It was broken by a subject who shared fear. The user knows exactly where it hurts. Betrayed.

“I played him for killing birds. ”

Silk Silk raises his hands. It was like it was grasping at something. Birds. Birds trying to escape their grasp.

There was a scene in the head of Australia. He breaks the wings first. It was a kind of rule, one I followed every time I did the same thing. At that moment, the bird is as good as dead. It can never fly up. Birds struggle, though. Walk on both legs. then

He lets the bird go for a while. To go to the kitchen. If you take out the knife, the bird will still be there.

“Here, my brother kills birds furiously. Her brow frowned and her chin tightened. My nostrils fluttered and suffocated. Blood rushed to my head, and my anger brought me even more anger. ”

He lowers his hand. It was a little awkward.

“I read your book before the film was decided. before he assumed the role of a brother, of course. At that time, I read from the perspective of a kite. ”

“It goes to the point of the kite. I guess so.”

“It could be. I thought it was because I was close to the kite. ”

He says he has become his position because he resembles a kite.

“What's the point? ”

When he asked, he took a moment to organize his thoughts and spoke in a quiet voice.

“If I think it's dangerous, I'll stand down. Just shrug and stop. They won't move until they know exactly who they're dealing with. But you're different. ”

He replied with a few moments.

“Yes, different. ”

This is the first clear answer. It was a positive statement. Everyone in place recognized it. Silk Master gives strength to his hands.

“He charges in. The guy who got ahead of me is awesome. You admire it, so people stay by his side and love him. Just like she did, so did I. ”

“Yes.”

Silk Road returns the story to its origins. It was the day he killed the bird.

“So his actions come close to betrayal. Yun is hurt and hates him. ”

He did not answer. This is not the point. He's the one who's going to play the brother, not the kite. What he's really curious about.

“Is he angry? ”

The question came back.

“Isn't anger your brother's? You two are the opposite. People who react differently to the same subject. And you're angry with each other here? ”

A small, light laugh spreads. It was Lord's.

Twist Bird's Neck (3) End

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