King of the Last Drama

During the filming of "The Age of Eternity", Director Kwok Taeyoung's attitude was often upbeat.

The attitude was passive, good to say, and bad to say, close to neglect. I can't help but be stranded by the Tower of Command. Those who grumble like that often come out.

"Are you really going to end up like that?"

"What do you call a movie director?"

"It's not a joke."

Kwok Taeyoung didn't know about the complaint either, but he held on to that attitude with his own thoughts.

I mean, until yesterday.

"Deep Focus! Live with Deep Focus!"

Kwok Taeyoung growls. It was a different dimension than before.

Some kind of excitement leaked into the eyes of the stems that turned their heads.

"Debs, hold on tight and adjust your phyllite! Lights! Don't do it straight?!"

"Yes, old school!"

"Even if you choose another candidate, you have to make unity unconditional! Do you understand?"

When was Huanghee Jung Hugheman's attitude? Most of the staff were embarrassed or frozen.

However, the ancient people that Wighton brought with him, large and small, were people who had a connection with Lee Hyun-seok, and in the meantime, he quickly adapted.

I also made jokes with each other.

"Well, that guy's starting up now, too."

"Why don't you ask me to pull the spaceship out of the bare ground?"

But they too were busy moving and did not know that the gaze would leave Idona in the center.

In fact, today, Idona looked like another actor.

"No wonder I didn't expect him to.

"Baby."

"This betrayed me, didn't it?

The main story of this anger is the extraordinariness of the spouse, and the anger from it.

It's a common development, and it was true that Idona had doubts about being able to digest this inversion, but I didn't see any difference.

One tease, one movement that moves the neck, and a clasp full of anger and doubts was learned. It is an overwhelming atmosphere that will make you sympathize with the feeling even without an ambassador.

All those who saw him shake their heads.

"That's amazing, really."

"I heard the rumors on page three, but I don't think we're going after it, either."

Staff were overwhelmingly acclaimed, and so was the director.

No, in fact, Kwok Taeyoung did not praise the audience who had encountered miraculous works at the Museum of Art.

"It's like showing your will to betray the world! Did you write this script in anticipation of a scene like that?"

"Uh, that's it."

Seo-yerin, who has been targeted fatefully, is puzzled.

I look at the ceiling, I look at the ground, I wrinkle my glands and barely nod.

"· · · A little."

"Absolutely! You're amazing!"

Unlike Kwok Taeyoung, who was admiring it, the keeper behind him brought in a humble calligrapher and spoke to him.

"You can't lie, sister!"

"Uh, well, it's just as expected to get out of the picture."

Keeping his gaze on Seo-yerin, who was avoiding his eyes, sighed a little.

"Sister."

"Huh?"

"Do you know you're getting more and more like your brother these days?"

"What?"

"It's the same thing you said."

Seo-yeon's eyes did not fall from the shooting room, even when Seo-yerin opened his mouth.

What was unfolding before his eyes was the opposite of what he had been trying to see, acting from a very simple and primitive emotion.

Of course it wasn't something neatly trimmed. Those who know so-called aesthetics will be arrogant, and it is beautiful to resect the expression and leave a margin.

But what does that mean?

Kwok Taeyoung felt a light shining in the world that was trapped in an obvious cliche.

Yes, the problem has always been in the most primitive emotions. Anger, betrayal, and self-love at its root!

What good is a realistic character? All human beings go to the extreme and become unrealistic! How foolish is it to limit the breadth of expression by being afraid of it?

"Director, aren't you going next?"

Idona seemed very angry. Taeyoung was even more impressed by the appearance of the fury of smoke that was affecting reality.

"Absolutely! Let's keep going!"

The shooting that day ended so peacefully. Kwok Taeyoung fell, Idona was an unpleasant expression of pride, and staff were busy running around.

In the meantime, only Seo-yerin was busy muttering something with a dark expression.

"No, Amman is still the same as this Fiddy."

#

Most of the time I thought of Idona as a sublimation of amazing performance, but some people didn't think so.

For example, it's been a long time since Hong Ji Ho knew it was really hot, not smoke.

"Uh, um. Mr. Idona?"

"Why."

"· · · No, just."

Well, it was a face that I didn't even know for a long time.

Hong Ji Ho, who had no buttocks, wanted to cry.

How long have you been doing gold in Japan? I have to take care of this guy. At this point, I think you should have a sandbag for me.

Hong Ji Ho couldn't help but reach Park Jintae, who had escaped.

Idona frowns.

"What? Why are you feeling so bad?"

"You're in a bad mood, man."

"Can you turn that into something more direct?"

"· · · · · ·."

Hong Ji-ho was flawed in his bitter eyes, but he healed his mind within days. It can't be solved that we're still getting this right. It only takes a long time.

Hong Ji-ho, who coughed in vain, asked.

"Do you feel a little bad today?"

"Usually."

Gurachine!

Hong Ji Ho softened his face as he tried to raise his voice to the ground. Indeed, it could not be a waste of smoke.

"Well, apparently, I do, but I'm feeling a little bad."

"A little?"

"Well, maybe I don't know."

"You can do anything."

Idona was a rather boundless breeze, even though she put the tune like that.

Hong Ji Ho asked without missing the opportunity.

"So, what's going on?"

"· · · · · ·."

"Hey, would it be better if you told me it was better if you hit the white paper?"

Idona hesitated for a moment, but sighed within. It was so frustrating.

"Well, you're better than the goldfish at home."

Hong Ji Ho said a lot about whether you're talking to goldfish, but he pressed and held on.

Idona's words were eloquent. I thought I heard a story, but I was confused to hear Hong Ji-ho say it around Bing to not talk about it himself.

However, Hong Ji-ho nodded as if he had heard of Jim.

"Well, that's a tough problem."

"· · · Yes?"

"By the way."

Hong Ji-ho nods. But my head was rolling fiercely.

I mean, what did he say? It's not much, but you didn't know it. It's not much, but I still don't know what I didn't know.

Then I touched somewhere.

Oh, no way you bought it last time, Goldmund Speaker. That's what noise looks like?

Hong Ji Ho, who was unsure, coughed and noticed. Of course, the lines have also become a little vague.

"For now, isn't it obvious that you value it?"

"· · · · · ·."

The reaction was immediate.

Idona turns her head unnaturally to the point where she feels like she's making a profit. His eyes were swollen.

"· · · What?"

"No, you do. If it wasn't important in the first place, wouldn't you have cared or even thought about it? At least that's enough."

"I don't think it's your crazy share of personality, so I think it's a business left to do what you want to do, I think."

Whether it's returning or exchanging.

With Hong Ji Ho giving a flexible answer, Idona lost her mind.

It was such a long silence that it had never been experienced among the decade's keepers.

Hongjiho began to wonder whether Idona had fallen asleep with her eyes open.

And Idona barely opened her mouth until that time.

"· · · Yes."

"Huh?"

"Which one? I think you're right."

With his face as if it had fallen apart, Hong Ji-ho nodded.

· · · Have you decided to go to your headphones?

#

"This is easy, Diego!"

Meanwhile, Lee Hyun-seok was meeting with two directors who flew from the United States. His face was very bright.

"Oh, I haven't seen Director Lloyd in a long time. This is the first time you've seen him since you came in?"

"· · · Well, I see."

"Nice to meet you."

The two directors who saw Lee Hyun-seok, who was happy to meet him, had a tremendous look on their face.

There was no shadow on Lee Hyun-seok's face, although it was clear that there was nothing good, such as the straw of "Three Times" or the article he saw in the newspaper.

Lee Hyun-suk, who saw the two of them, smiled.

"Well, why do you see them? It's not between us, is it?"

"Oh, of course you're right."

Diego Rodriguez quickly climbed that stream.

"Have you seen my ratings recently?"

"Absolutely. I'm glad it's going well. I can't believe you didn't hear the rumors when you came."

"It's not all your fault, haha."

Bondi's man is quite a simple creature, so the atmosphere will soon be unraveled after a few rounds while it's not bad. Especially if there was a common topic.

And the people gathered here were unanswered maniacs.

"Oh, Diego. How do you think De Danan didn't get this full season?"

"What a scumbag! I hope they get enough in the second half of the year!"

"Same idea. I think that's enough for a chord-cutting situation."

The two of them started to get excited and Lloyd, who was refraining, couldn't bear it when he got a little drunk.

The more empty the bottle, the louder the voice.

Lee Hyun-suk shouts as he slams down the glass.

"So, Citizen Kane was overrated!"

"Right now, no matter how much you hit Wells!"

"I'm not saying Wells is ugly, I'm saying that" Citizen Kane "is overrated! Well, the" Great Amberson "side is much better!"

"Oh, my God. You drank too much, I see you barking like a dog! Where's" graduation "?"

"Ben, do me a favor. Just one word! Plastic!"

It was such a mess that I could easily ask what I would normally do.

It was Diego who got his rifle somehow.

"By the way, as soon as I got here, I saw an article about you. What's going on?"

"Oh, that."

Lee Hyun-Seok said that he didn't seem to be overreacting with an intoxicated mood.

"Well, there's nothing wrong."

"· · · What?"

"It was only a matter of time before I cut it off unfairly. That's it."

The two directors faced each other.

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