King of the Last Drama

"Isn't that too much, Director?"

"What's wrong."

Lee Lee's expression was slightly distorted, creating a perfectly plausible sob.

"You didn't text me back, you didn't answer the phone, you came to me like this, and now you're trying to ignore me and leave."

"First of all, I don't know who you're talking about."

"Well, I didn't know you were so hard to deny yourself. You didn't consult me."

Then, I saw a cinnamon show while wiping my tears. The surrounding atmosphere was suddenly wrapped up.

I thought about it before, but it was a guy who came from many different walks of life.

I was forced to sigh.

"All right, let's get out of here."

"You should have."

When did Lee Lee seem depressed, he quickly took the lead. I followed him, and I looked back. The gaze of dozens of magazines followed.

"Aren't you coming?"

"Go, go, go! Yep! We gotta go!"

The spiritual brother-in-law ran and joined the sheep that realized his mission. Standing in front of me, I looked back. A frowned face.

"Uh, who are you?"

"My brother-in-law."

"· · · · · ·."

For a few seconds.

The transfer became awkward for a moment. He looked like he heard something very strange.

But looking at her hardened brother-in-law's face, she nodded her head. When I heard his face again, I was reminded of a bright smile, a trademark commonly seen on broadcast screens.

"Nice to meet you, actor Lee."

"Oh, yes, yep!"

My brother-in-law's polite attitude toward the president, which means he's shaking his head.

#

Sundae's house was bigger than I thought.

There were partitions, even if not separate rooms, so that at least an unspecified number of glances could be avoided. The employee who brought Chan with him had a terrible eye, but he couldn't help it.

The brother-in-law looked hard at whether it was okay to bring the transfer of the world to this place, and when her reaction was premature, she was relieved.

He sat next to me and tempered himself with a voice that could not be heard from the other side.

"Sister, why didn't you tell me?"

"What."

"What do you think?!"

It bothered me dirty.

"I told you, I used to be a station PD, and I beat the crap out of a drama."

"You didn't say a word about knowing Lee Seol?"

"I was filming that drama together."

Momentary transfer got involved.

"It's not just a drama. That was my debut."

I was surprised that my brother-in-law was listening, and then I opened my eyes again.

"The jewelry box in the research journal? No way. Was that a brothel?"

"Yes, that's right."

"You're a masterpiece, right?! We still talk about it sometimes!"

Then he opens his eyes and looks at me.

"What? You got kicked out after a bad drama? I almost got fooled."

"That's a good drama."

I said.

"Don't you know how much of that was at the time?"

"Uh, that's..."

My brother-in-law burps. She laughs at me.

"Average viewership 3.8, maximum viewership 4.7. Patriotic viewership. This is not worth listening to?"

"The rivals were so contentious at the time. They were hundreds of millions of hostage actors, and they were re-evaluated as masterpieces after the journal was published."

"What if I get expelled and reassessed?"

"· · · · · ·."

My brother-in-law kept his mouth shut.

I saw the side of the transfer. The skill of gracefully lifting a spoon with a small mouth while eating each of the soup noodles. It used to be a pretty good image to eat.

It's also about a long time ago when I was a god. Now that you're a top actress, it seems like 10 years has been a long time.

"So, what do you keep in touch with guys like me?"

"What's the same guy? I wouldn't have made my acting debut if it weren't for the director."

"I accidentally put the fangs in my pocket for the first time. It was a different pocket."

Lee lifted his eyes and stared at me.

After more than a decade of intersecting gazes, Lee turned his head first. Then I started beating him like a foe with a splash of dust. A substantial amount was not seated in the soup bowl and was scattered all over.

"Nothing really happened."

"There's nothing going on. Why are you here?"

"Can't you come if nothing happens?"

"· · · · · ·."

As you can see, I sigh, and my tongue twitches a little.

"Yeah, let's eat."

When I lifted the spoon, Lee also raised the spoon with his mouth shut. My brother-in-law also quickly copied it.

The conversation was interrupted. The meal was followed quietly.

I could feel the mechanism of looking at the eyebrows. I pretended I didn't know. In my experience, I lost the transfer first. I tried it on my wife, and she hit me.

But 10 years later, Lee also reacted a little differently.

"Hey, director. I was going to tell you something."

"Then tell me."

"That's a little hard to say."

"Then you can do it later."

"· · · · · ·."

The discoloration was more prevalent in Lee Seol.

But that unreasonableness was not enough to break through my iron wall, which had been swayed by the answer of my real wife. But only the sad realization that the child was the same when he was old was added.

Somehow, his brother-in-law grabbed his chest.

"I don't know what it is, but if you don't have anything else to say, let's eat."

"· · · Yes."

I felt like I remembered the transfer of noodles with my torazine face.

"Oh, I remembered one."

"What is it?

"I'm thinking about retiring."

"Yes?"

"Yes."

"I see."

Then the meal was followed by nothing.

And about three seconds later, Sare's brother-in-law was choking. I tapped him in the back of the garage with my tongue open and my chest twisted.

"Pay for your age, son. You're over 30 now, too. How long have you been a child?"

"No, now anyone would have reacted the same way?"

My brother-in-law looks unfair when I give her a pinjan. Then I turned my gaze to Lee.

"No, why not? Mr. Lee, you're really good at this."

"Just like that."

"No, that's it."

He turns his head and looks at me as if he doesn't want to talk anymore.

It was a blatant gaze.

... I can't help it.

I sighed small and banged my brother-in-law's knee.

Of course he knew, but he was sitting in a cuckoo with no clue. Eventually, I woke up crying after I hit my head.

"Well, share those words. I have work to do, so I'll go first."

He's blushing with foolish eyes. But within a week, I gave up and went outside with my shoulders extended.

The spoon of eczema that was moving slowly stopped.

Keep your eyes on the door. I wanted to hear the sound of a step away, and my hand started to move again. But it was a little different than before.

Yum, yum, yum, yum.

It was a fierce dining attitude that would have made the face of a severely awake man if he still had a brother-in-law.

It would be a relief to express it as well as possible. It hasn't changed as much as it did when we first met.

I was full of enthusiasm for her development just now.

"Was it a monkey?"

"We have to fall."

He swelled his cheeks like a squirrel and said clearly. I also wanted to be gifted.

"You shouldn't even eat noodles like this. It's more problematic after a second hit when you eat. I don't know if I'm in between. It smells."

"Even so."

"I don't know how long it's been."

I decided not to interrupt.

After fiercely scratching even a drop of soup, Lee put the bowl down.

Take a small sigh while rubbing your belly. There were no facial changes, but I could see that I was satisfied with the frosty atmosphere.

"Yeah. If you've eaten it all, just tell me what you said before."

"What were you talking about?"

Lee chewed his head like he ate noodles and swallowed my mind.

"The first · · · said no, and the second."

"· · · · · ·."

"Are you tired?"

"· · · No, I'm not exhausted. I'm just saying."

"Just?"

"I just can't find out why."

I laughed.

"All you have to do is make money."

"Don, I've got enough."

"I'm sure he is. I've seen a few articles that say it's a huge amount."

"First class freshman, right?"

"I don't know. There should be enough. If you're a dizzy man, why don't you give up on the grass?"

"· · · · · ·."

"Well, there you go."

I put Suzer down.

"It's not like I'm going to tell you this, and you've done it foolishly."

"Don't go out first. Eat well and go home. Take anyone out the next time, you don't know how scary people are."

"Director."

The moment I tried to raise my body, Lee Lee caught me.

I turned my eyes.

She hesitates for a moment and opens her mouth like a squeeze.

"Don't you want to make a drama? starring me."

"· · · No, even Jo Jo is fine. Just · · · · ·."

The tongue swallowed the horse.

Well, I wish I could concentrate enough on what I'm putting in my face.

"Did you eat something wrong? I don't even remember how many years ago I was on the station."

"Like you just said, that's a lot of money. You can just use it. Everything that gets dizzy is covered with money."

"No, I'd rather have a movie than a drama."

I hung up for a while. It was the first reason I didn't know if there was a transfer, and the second reason I thought that if there was a connection with the enormous amount of money that there was a transfer, everything that was really dizzy would be covered.

"Before I retire, I want the director to make as much as my last piece."

And, well, it was really the last time that I realized that the kid in front of me didn't grow up as big as his eyes.

I sighed a long time. There was a lot of breathing today.

I took a glass of water along the way. I couldn't be so uncomfortable with the cold water that I felt uncomfortable.

"Hey, Seo-ah."

"Yes."

"Don't talk to anyone like that."

"· · · Why?"

"Because it sounds like you've made a lot of money and you've succeeded in ignoring his life."

He blinked for a while as if he did not understand the meaning of the words. And then, at some point, you open your eyes in circles,

"No! I never meant to!"

"Yeah, I know that's not the point. I know you, but that's what it sounds like to people who don't know."

Lee's mouth flushed with a reddish face. I take off my glasses and rub my eyes.

After a moment of silence, I chose to speak as gently as I could.

"Well, yeah. I don't even know what I remember from you. It's a shame you got kicked out, and you live like a thorn in your neck, and you can do that."

"That kind of thing."

I barely opened my mouth, but it didn't last long.

"But no. Hey, it's been 10 years. While you were a top star, I adjusted to this society, got promoted, got married, something like that. You don't even look. If you say that, what will be my 10 years, and what will be the other PDs that have been running for 10 years in your life?"

There was no talk.

He's usually a smart guy. You don't have to tell me anymore to understand.

I put on a coat.

"Well, thank you for thinking. You're better than my wife."

"· · · Don't you intend to come back this way?"

"Nothing."

"Even a little?"

"Do you come unless I die or go back in time?"

I opened the compartment to step out, and then I looked behind me,

"And don't talk about money to anyone like that. Then if anyone eats a bad heart, it can be a big deal."

Tuck.

The moment I came out of the restaurant, the scene was bleak.

#

Immersed in the strange experience of seeing my life as a third person, I turned my head, feeling a little sad.

Kim Chul Sunbae frowned.

[· · · strange.]

"What do you mean? It's normal."

[It's fucking weird, motherfucker. This makes you look like a very healthy adult.]

"I'm a healthy adult."

[If you are, then so be it. In you.]

Kim Chul Sunbae is dead.

[So, is that the guy who cut so nicely over there looking at me?]

"I'm dead."

[· · · yes.]

"You're dead, so you're qualified."

[· · · · · ·.]

He shook his head as if he didn't understand anything.

As you can see, the maestro doesn't know the minds of the citizens.

[· · · Am I weird? Are you sure?]