King of the Last Drama

I read some writing earlier in the book.

The best thing is not to be born.

But if you are born, the next step is to die sooner or later.

The poet wrote this sound alive at the age of ninety, but Lee had no other impression than a laugh or a frightening look on it.

For her, a one-digit age, the world seemed so simple.

First of all, the world was made up of people. And he was made up of four kinds of reactions.

Boundaries, curiosity, indifference. And a scheme that disguises favor-

Then it would have been everything that made up the world.

"Oh, my God, that's cute. Is she your daughter?"

"Yes."

"What about your mother?"

"You must be living well somewhere, haha."

"How dare you."

Since childhood, Lee Lee has become accustomed to the bitter look in his eyes. I was also able to use my talent to hide my face, pretending to be depressed and shy.

In other words, Lee's life began with smoke from the beginning.

"Yes, I will. Where can I deposit it?"

"Thank you, you won't regret it."

When I got here, Lee's father would hide his mouth and nod with a trustworthy and honest face, no matter who saw it.

Her father's main occupation was fraud.

To be more specific, it was a kind of fraud that took quite some time to realize it was a fraud.

He knew very well how faithful his holiness and his adorable yet affectionate daughter could shake a man's heart.

When the story went well and money came, my father repeatedly praised me. On the contrary, when he didn't like it, he starved.

It was not his daughter, but his own mistake.

On average, Lee Lee was able to eat for three or four days of the week.

It was not enough to starve. Her time has also flowed without any problems due to natural illness.

Lee grew up. His head grew bigger and he began to notice little by little what his father was doing and what he was helping.

And as she grew older and matured, she felt a slightly more ominous feeling.

One day, he looked his daughter in the eye and said, 'It's too dry.' I murmured. It was truly a new thing.

"Here, eat."

But my father started feeding me proper food from that day on. No more starvation. I couldn't see the front because my eyes were bad, so I asked him to go get glasses.

But instead of being relieved, Lee felt a deep fear that had never been felt before.

From that day on, Lee began to see gaps.

Fortunately, my father never thought that my daughter would run away. Escape was easier than I thought.

But then it was a mistake.

"Help!"

As a child, she went straight to the police station for help. In most cases, it may have been the right answer, but in this case it was a short idea.

The police, who were scratching their heads with a distressing look, looked at the child who was desperately seeking help, sat down, consoled him, and contacted him to inquire about the military personnel.

Lee Lee reentered out as if he was going to the bathroom. There was no evidence of assault, and the surrounding reputation was good. I didn't have to see how skillfully my father could deceive them.

Somehow I ran away without a formality to get away. But it's a mugger. The coverage is slowly decreasing.

Reason told me honestly. It's only a matter of time before we find one more kid in the precinct.

You blew up so many stupid, futile opportunities.

"What is it?"

"What's he doing there all by himself?"

At the end of the day, it was snowy winter. After stopping quietly in the reversal square without an umbrella, the child passed by with his surroundings clean.

It was curious or worrying, but no one paid more attention.

Even if I was interested, it wouldn't mean much. In a world that protects children who are cared for by their parents and those who are not.

"The best thing is not to be born."

She recited it with stupidity.

But if you were born with no choice. If so, then then--

"Hey."

It was then that I heard a loud voice.

"What are you doing here?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Interrupted."

"Sin, sorry."

The dizzying dizziness caused the dizziness to bend over. Turning his head, a boy with an annoying expression stood with a guitar.

Apparently, while playing here, the unconscious tongue stood in front of my nose.

The boy who looked up at the sky filled his tongue with tears.

"Damn, you did it again today. Today was the day the world learned my original musicality."

After putting the guitar in, he turned his head and asked.

"What about your parents?"

"· · · · · ·."

"Yes."

When the tongue flickered, the boy did not ask any more. However, the expression seemed a little serious.

I asked him if he would count the money he had by searching his pockets.

"Do you like toasted rice?"

"Yes, no. Can't you even hear me?"

"· · · I haven't tried it."

"What?"

Once again, the boy frowns and scratches his head.

"Shit, this doesn't sound like a good situation."

He shook his tongue and grabbed his forearm with a very annoying expression.

"Anyway, come here, kid. Let's hear the story."

I know how dangerous it was to follow someone I don't know right now. At the time, however, I did not intend to distinguish whether it was good or bad.

And, ironically, that was the correct answer.

The rice cake roast I had at the small bakery was so delicious that my tears burst into tears. I wiped my tears and swallowed them.

The boy looked at it and asked about the situation.

Lee was so obscene that he didn't even know what he was talking about. Emotions leaked into the stables and made the story even more unpretentious.

I wondered if there was anyone who could understand this story.

"Yes."

But at the end of a long story, the boy had no words. I wanted to think about something for a while, but I told him to wait and then went outside.

The boy who returned within days was no longer holding the guitar. Instead, I put several envelopes of cauliflower leaves in the arms of the transfer.

Lee Lee couldn't understand the situation.

"There."

"I have no talent for music. A week is not enough to know that."

The boy snorted.

"Because of you, I lost my life early and found my reward."

"· · · · · ·."

"I know a good place to run away in the royal year. If you pretend to be a celebrity, and instead of feeding me caffeine set up by a wretched sister, you don't need an hour, you're gonna die. What do you want to do?"

He nodded his head without even knowing how cool it was.

After a few exchanges on the bus, the cafe owner laughs at the boy and looks ridiculous.

"Hey, you idiot. A week too long?"

"I realized that I have a lot of musical talent, but a lot more talent."

"You speak well. An old man."

She smiled brightly after hearing the rough explanation and welcomed the ecstasy.

"Thank you! After giving the kids the hourly rate, there was nothing left!"

"Where do I go if I'm a little less honest?"

The two of them murmured. I reported the disappearance, so I don't know the story because it's an early investigation period.

I liked Kiwijus the first time more than that.

The boy nods and stands up after giving something.

"I'm going, then."

"Ah."

I looked back at the transfer he had made.

"My sister is a loser, but she's not a bad person, so you can stay for a while. And he's not my father, so when he comes, he kicks me in the back foot and runs."

"· · · · · ·."

"By the way, I didn't know there were more humans than trash in my house."

The boy shakes his hand loosely and turns around.

"There!"

"Huh?"

The transfer, which grabbed the sleeve of a humble garment, stopped. The boy who was looking annoyed did not seem to think he had done something.

It's no different than when I saw her with an annoying look in the reverse.

What should I say?

His head whitened and his empty-haired tongue flushed out in a tangle.

"Other · · · · · ·."

"Other?"

"What would you do if you didn't play guitar?"

"Well, there's only one."

The boy laughed one by one.

It was a well-nourished, self-confident smile that allowed the child to open his mouth.

"I'm going to be a pretty good director for that director, Kim Chul."

"Yes?"

I realized that I hadn't even heard his name since he left.

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"Later, I asked the boss for his name, but he didn't even know his name. No matter where you live, no matter who you are."

"· · · · · ·."

"Isn't Gigi full? I left as soon as I could."

The transfer took place.

I was already in the middle of a rough day.

The car started off and only the orange lights were fading. Nevertheless, the performance did not prompt me to get off as usual.

She had never, ever seriously heard of the past of Lee Lee.

His lips were dry while he did not know.

"Well, when I went there,"

"Yeah, I think it's been a few years since that."

"· · · · · ·."

Kang Joo-yeon left the house by order of his father the day he graduated from college. To inherit his business, he asked me to raise someone from the ground up to succeed.

After three months in the cafe, a girl about the age of a high school asked for a spell with an unfathomable face.

Kang Joo-yeon immediately took out his business card.

It was impulsive, but I didn't regret it until now.

"Actually, I didn't think I had the same possibility that my sister told me."

"You didn't trust me?"

"Yes."

It was a short and firm answer. Kang Joo-yeon flinched.

"· · · Because I'm too young?"

"No."

Lee hesitated for a moment and replied.

"I've seen him around a lot."

I didn't say any more. But Kang Hyeong-yeon knew the meaning.

Kang Joo-yeon rarely closed his eyes.

"That's not bad."

He rarely said it as an excuse.

"But I think it's a little different from not being bad and being trustworthy."

"· · · So, why did you follow me?"

"I've been looking for a guy named Kim Chul."

Kim Chul was then the authoritative young director of the Berlin International Film Festival. Lee was not very impressed when he saw his work.

But I heard some kind of thought.

"That's what I thought when you advised me. If he becomes such a director, I'll be able to meet him when he becomes an actor."

Indeed, it was a simple idea without a mate.

But striking was a way of making sure that if you were serious, you wouldn't know.

"· · · Then who is he?"

"Yes."

Lee Lee Lee made a bitter laugh.

"How do I find out? I don't have any of my old faces."

At that time, the boy had a thick feeling of goodness, but the overall impression was a glamorous face. It was relatively high whether the height was not so large and the voice was less denatured.

The annoying look that the boy once had made felt even more intimidating now.

How could you recognize that?

"· · · Did you recognize that one over there?"

"Yes."

And I didn't say a word.

The transfer at the time was annoying.

Kang Joo-yeon was noisy about the incident, and there was no sign of anyone trying to find him. In addition, people who knew their father were often contacted by unidentified persons.

When I reached the last line, I went beyond annoyance and was close to fear. The harsh attitude was close to a desperate struggle to hide it.

I went to the small editorial office and found Lee Hyun-seok, and I was sarcastic for a reason.

"Are you still doing that stupid thing? No one knows."

"Hmm, I guess I still have less belly."

Lee Hyun-Seok shrugged her shoulders every time and took her by force to feed her. Later, I also carried something to eat. Once you're angry, fill your belly.

"How much do actors have to manage their diet?"

"Oh, if it's hard for me, I told you to stop being an actor."

"What?"

"I'd rather quit because I'm in the celebrity world with that look. If you don't have a way to eat and live, you can lend it to someone. You don't have to pay me back."

"· · · · · ·."

"Of course, I was cursed to know whispering."

At that time Lee Hyun-Seok made a bitter laugh and said no more.

"What was it like?"

Lee Seong-soo only went later to investigate the situation of Lee Hyun-suk's childhood. There was nothing better than her.

I used to cheat my age into saving my life while working part-time.

I had no idea how much effort the boy had to make to save Tongui.

I had no idea that I sold it to Hull to help the humans on the living ground.

What was it like when that kid poured out a barrack of insults on himself?

Either way, Lee Hyun-suk would just shrug and pass on the chocolate bar and finish it.

"If I take a picture of you later, will you show up?"

"I don't like it."

"That's too bad."

Lee Hyun-suk laughed and handed it over.

I had a pretty good offer for Lee Hyun-seok when I took the big picture.

It was an offer given by a celebrity promoter. Raising a slightly vague believer would mean taking responsibility for the promotion through other castings and teasers on this side.

He said he would have gone in the middle if he had accepted it, but he refused.

"I don't need to learn that kind of vague stuff about my drama."

"· · · I don't need vague learning, am I okay?"

"I still think you'd better quit, but if you continue, you can be a decent actor."

"You speak well."

At the time, the transfer was still anonymous.

Lee Hyun-Seok laughed at the sarcastic Lee.

"Curse me now. I'll see if I can make that sound even if I go beyond Director Kim Chul."

"Why don't you go to the hospital?"

The transfer instinctively felt his favour and consideration. She was originally sensitive to that.

Maybe it didn't like it. Because he seems to be weakening his vigilance more and more.

"· · · But it went well."

I found Kang Joo Joo's horse difficult.

"He, Live like a play , is just what you saved."

"Yes, but I ruined the" Jewelry Box in the Research Journal. ""

"· · · What?"

"My father made a fuss at the time."

As always, the truth doesn't matter.

All sorts of dirty, nasty rumors came out of the interview as soon as she became her father. The drama, which was not large but was rising steadily, also sat down in an instant.

I knew it was his fault better than anyone else. But I didn't want to admit it.

Why are you here now?

So I even said this nonsense.

"· · · Not my fault. I said I don't want to."

"Yeah, you're not bad. It's because I don't have the skills."

I thought it was going to go bad, but Lee Hyun-seok was surprised.

"Thank you."

"· · · Yes?"

"I don't have the talent over here. Eight years would be enough to know that."

At that moment, Lee had a strange feeling. The head took a word and found the source of that feeling.

"I don't know if it's because of you."

Oh, yeah.

The moment the answer came out, the eyes of the transfer grew.

Lee Hyun-seok turned around with a bitter smile. Without saying a word of dislike.

When he left, Lee stood flushed white.

I am.

What have I done, twice?

"Wait, wait."

Kang Joo-yeon frowned.

"What the hell are you talking about? Research Journal is · · · · ·."

"Ah."

Lee Seong-yeon smiled nicely as if she was awake.

"I'm sorry, it's too old. It's a little mixed up."

"I can't believe you mixed it up."

Kang Joo-yeon, yes, and sighed a long time. That's not the problem right now.

A long static has passed.

Kang Joon-yeon shrugged his head and groaned while he was confident. It was a frustrating face I've never seen before.

After a while, Kang Kyung shook his head.

"Yes, I understand why you're hanging on to Lee Hyun-suk."

I didn't see him like that, but I don't know what he saw outwardly-Kang Kyung-kyung turned around and pressed the temples.

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

"Talking?"

"No matter how much I heard, I wouldn't have cursed Lee Hyun-seok in front of you."

"· · · · · ·."

Lee Lee Lee blinked. I felt like I had never thought of it before.

In that attitude, Gigi's voice was raised.

"I'm not a villain either! If you hear such a visa, you have no reason to stop it."

The moment the horse stopped. It was only because I remembered 'why'.

What to do · · · · · ·.

Kang Ju-yeon scratched his head and noticed for a moment. I thought about what to say, and then I opened my mouth.

"I know that."

"· · · · · ·?"

"Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy."

Kang Joo-yeon sighed.

"He was married a long time ago."

"Yes, I know."

Yo, my mouth was closed the moment I tried to finish with.

"· · · · · ·."

His blinking head turned back. Eyes roll like transparent glass beads.

"Well, it wasn't a real marriage, it was like a cohabitation, but now it's broken up. It's my own story."

"Still, I seem to have a foolishness, so I'm talking about it now."

When he turned his back on his face, he stopped speaking. I wonder if he said something wrong.

Lee was smiling.

Bright.

165 Win/Lose depends on the city (11) End