King of the Last Drama

I was a little skeptical, but I decided to talk more.

"I liked the stereotyped character of the heroine's foster parents. I think you've painted a great deal of empathy for someone who's overly broad-minded, or vice versa, who wants to understand their child, but who is emotionally compelled to be cool."

Once I wanted to say it, it was the end of it. It was once held in the night for weeks and months.

"I see signs of considerable consideration in the role of male and female protagonists. The proportion itself is not large, but it's attractive enough to be another character. Personally, it is important to combine the roles of this laboratory colleague who is floating a little bit during the night."

For me, this story was more familiar than a childhood fairy tale.

And of course, the calligrapher himself explained this.

"Last night's troublemaker is on his brother's side, but the image I can't hate is fascinating. Growth in the late 1980s was particularly impressive. It's still great for me, but if I can make the process look more convincing, it's more..."

However, even though it was thoroughly analyzed, it was unfortunate to follow the roughcut in the PostProduction process.

Previously, the position of the calligrapher was much more upbeat, so I had to add things that I couldn't easily say.

"· · · Why don't we refine these elements a little bit?"

As I continued, I felt my throat dry and took a sip of coffee.

It was a little vague. It looks like it's been a while.

The calligrapher was bowing her head. The coffee in front of me is now rarely vaporized, but I haven't touched it once.

Then the moment I saw the watch, I shrugged.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I've said too much. I don't know if I took my time."

"No!"

I was surprised at the moment.

However, it seemed that Seo-yerin, who shouted louder than me, was more embarrassed.

She blinks, as if she can't believe her own actions, and then blushes her ear.

"Uh, I'm sorry."

Mmm.

It became a very awkward atmosphere.

"Well, no. You could say a little bit."

"No, that's not it."

Seo-yerin squeaked his fingers for a moment and could not speak. After a while, a voice like a mosquito came out.

"I was angry that you didn't read my article properly."

"Ah."

"I'm really sorry."

Keep your hands together and keep your head down.

Mmm.

Who the hell is this decent brother-in-law?

At least I don't know Seo-yerin.

"Low · · · · ·."

"Yes?"

"Well, the problems you mentioned now. Would you be willing to work with me if I fixed it well?"

Seo-yerin glanced at me.

I had a terrible eye.

"Sunbae, it's a dream here too, isn't it? '

[What nonsense, madman.]

'But · · · · ·.'

[But what.]

If someone were to say to me a few months from now, 'The calligrapher has seen me,' what would you say?

Maybe I'll get a curse if I take a nap.

[Don't bullshit. What are you gonna do? I came all the way out there and I can't believe I said something wrong.]

Kim Chul Sunbae yawned.

I don't know.

Unfortunately, I, the regent Lee Hyun-suk, was a man who was too old to face the Hola Party.

The time has come for me to show you the time of year.

"In fact, there's a situation where I can't serve the writer."

"Yes?"

"I have no choice but to say something like this."

I explained my position and situation within the station with my eyes filled with excellence.

I didn't have to mix up lies or exaggerations. In fact, I was serious enough to go to the hospital because of the depression of the past.

"· · · So I am now in the chair of the KBC."

"· · · · · ·."

"In fact, I came out without much expectation. The work of a clumsy new writer anyway. If we raise awareness even if we're screwed, it might be mutually beneficial. But · · · · · ·."

I hung up for a while.

And Seo-yerin took a look at the manuscript he was holding and finished it.

"What the writer brought me was more than I imagined."

"Ah."

"I think it's too bad you're handing this over to wholesale with me.

"That's why I can't work with the writer. I'm sorry."

Seo-yerin lowered his head.

A moment of silence passed.

After all, you must have convinced me of this.

[I don't know.]

"Yes?"

I heard a small voice as Kim Chul said.

"· · ·."

"Yes?"

"What is that?"

"er · · · · ·."

Seo-yerin's eyes were literally burning.

Ugh.

This isn't it.

"PD didn't do anything wrong! You did the right thing! Those bastards did everything they could to get to me!"

"Yes, well."

"Why aren't you angry?! Why don't you try feeding those bastards a shot? Why are you making all that look down!"

I think I know the calligraphy now that I'm fluent.

She grabbed my arm with a daze.

"Go!"

"Where are you going?"

"To my aunt!"

"Yes?!"

"You know, Aunt Seo Soo-hyun! If you tell your aunt, you'll get as many as you want, whether you learn or budget!"

"· · · · · ·."

I forgot what to say for a moment.

[Khh, good.]

Kim Chul from Dongdong District applauded.

[Of course, if you attract Seo-yerin, I will support you indirectly, but you can't just solicit your niece directly. All right, I turned around and saw the light. You did it, motherfucker!]

"· · · No."

[Chuckles]

I lifted my other hand and released Seo-yerin's hand.

"You don't have to."

"Yes?"

"I'm here to see the work written by the writer and calligrapher. I'm not here to solicit you to connect with Seo Soo-hyun."

"· · · · · ·."

The calligrapher opens her mouth with a slightly reddish face.

However, he corrected his face and blurted.

"No, it's not like that. Not because of PD, but because I'm angry. Your nephew might ask you a favor. Isn't it?"

I put my hand on the manuscript brought by Seo-yerin without answering straight away.

"Did you set the title of this drama?"

"Uh, not yet."

" Jewelry Box in Research Journal . What do you think?"

"· · · · · ·!"

The calligrapher blinks.

You won't like it. It's the name she gave me at the end of the table.

"As a matter of fact, there were a lot of places that Seo Soo-hyun could see from reading this scenario."

At this moment, Seo-yerin's eyebrows tremble.

Now I have deliberately touched him openly.

"· · · What do you want to say?"

"But more than that, I felt desperate to get out of there, to fly on my own."

"· · · · · ·."

I know how Seo Soo-hyun, a Seo-yerin writer, feels better than anyone.

It used to be when I was shooting "Jewelry Box in the Research Journal."

Suddenly, writer Seo Soo-hyun visited without contact.

As she had only two sons, she simply wondered if her niece was doing well as her daughter.

However, the response of the calligrapher at the time was something beyond mere coldness.

Seo Soo-hyun, who did not anticipate such a response at all, was initially embarrassed and furious.

"What the hell is that reaction? Have you come to a place where I won't be like that? '

'Yes, you're nowhere to come. This is my work. There's not a single case for you to interfere.'

'Yerin, you!'

The whole shoot was frozen that day by the cold tide of Aunt and the vagina.

Actors who had their own year also noticed a few times and made NGs.

Later, after filming – that is, after receiving the average patriotic viewing rate of the "Jewelry Box in the Research Journal" - the calligrapher asked me for the masterpiece.

There was no conversation.

She kept sipping alcohol, but only said one word at the end.

'· · · I wanted to beat my aunt. I really wanted to beat it for a second.'

The emotions in those words were never shallow.

"You're deliberately trying to stay away from Seo Soo-hyun, aren't you? I'm trying to build my own, my own realm."

The calligrapher swallowed his breath.

"I didn't tell anyone how."

"When you look at what you wrote, this is what you see."

I laughed fluffy.

"Of course, if Writer Seo Soo-hyun could help me, it would be very powerful. But then the time for the writer to come out of the nest will be too late. Much better."

"· · · · · ·."

Seo Soo-hyun, the writer, cares horribly for his nephew.

That's why I want to prepare everything. Planning, scenarios, even actors called "divisions."

Not knowing that it's fundamentally hampering his nephew's growth.

"My station will not return anyway. Then I don't want to be naive until I catch the writer's ankle."

"Ah."

"In this work, I felt that possibility."

I stood up from my seat.

The calligrapher stares at me quietly with a frowned expression.

"I look forward to making a good work of it."

I walked back and forth with a loud voice. Seo-yerin frowned behind the moor, but I hurried to pretend that the nails were gone.

My heart was filled with satisfaction.

What do you think, Senior? At this point, you won't have anything to do with her, will you? '

[· · · Seriously?]

"What? Isn't this enough to cut you off? '

Kim Chul Sunbae groaned after not saying a word for a while.

[You're an asshole! You're a very natural asshole!]

'Oh, what the hell is wrong with you?'

#

Seo-yerin entered the house.

Aunt Seo Soo-hyun, who was sitting on the couch watching the movie, glanced at her and blatantly turned away.

The shape of a bird that is still torn up.

I didn't care about Seo-yerin. Take one can of beer out of the fridge and sit on the fallen couch.

Then, with his hands on the can lid, he quietly thought of something without even picking it.

Time has passed.

The beer can warms up and drops of water fall on your thighs, so you don't feel fluffy.

Eventually, the adult who was looking at it could not help but lose.

"Hmmm, that didn't work out, did it?"

"· · · · · ·."

Seo-yerin didn't answer.

Writer Seo Soo-hyun raised his voice, who accepted it in a positive way.

"What did I tell you? Even though the Amman Bong PD looks ridiculous, they've all been struggling with AD for years. You're not the one who's going to swing."

"Just because your aunt is going to slow down from the cliff pole, why don't you relax?"

"What did you hear?"

"Did you hear that?"

My aunt, who saw my nephew's frowny face, was furious and stood up to her head.

"Just kill this son of a bitch! Don't you dare talk to me about PD!"

It was the exact opposite of what I said before.

Then Seo-yerin came to his senses.

"Wait. I'll return the phone right now and bury him completely!"

"What are you talking about! Don't do it!"

"Huh?"

"Don't do it because it's not like that! If you do that, I'll never see you again!"

"· · · Or not. What's so temperamental?"

Seo Soo-hyun, the writer, snorted and snapped his butt again.