Life, Once Again!

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The act of twilight. It was a book that told me everything in its title. Miserable, cruel crimes committed by an abandoned old man. If you line up a book, it will be like this.

The snow that was pouring in early January did not come once in February, whether it was pouring snow that would fall within a year. The absence of snow was a breeze without any warmth.

The floor, lying looking at the book, closes its open window slightly. It was opened for ventilation, but it was difficult to withstand the room temperature falling.

“When will spring come? ”

I miss winter in summer and I miss summer in winter. I wish only spring and fall would continue, but I would complain that the season would not be unique. Maybe it's human to be satisfied and build a wall.

‘…… it's because of the book. ’

Seeing the sudden rise of negative thoughts about Humankind seems to have a big impact on the book. I'm already on my fifth reading. I couldn't let go of the book after I finished it once in the hospital room. A strange book that takes longer to reach the last chapter each time it is viewed.

The protagonist of "The Act of Dusk" is an elderly man in his late 60s who has been forgotten by his children.

The protagonist is an ordinary old man who lives every day in the same pattern and can be seen everywhere. When I wake up in the morning, I take my bike around the neighborhood and pick up scrap paper. I got up a little early to pick up more waste paper, and the old man's weather time was fixed at 5 o'clock.

At lunchtime, he returns home, drains the cold rice, then goes out again and picks up scrap paper. At night, I return home and fall asleep with the broken corner of the brown tube on.

The book describes the life of such an old man in great detail. When I looked, I could see the old man's room, and the old man's heart touched my heart.

There is a change in that old man. Someone stole a junk bike. Stolen old man walks around town in torn sneakers. It's only at night that you find a bicycle, and you find out that the person who stole the bicycle is another scrap duster. Conflict arose and eventually the police arrived. The protagonist who was unfair pushes the elderly who stole the bicycle, and the elderly who stole the bicycle want to call their children.

The protagonist is amazed at the behavior of bringing his children together and yelling backwards. He also calls his children. However, no matter how long you wait, your child does not come, and eventually you end the case by getting the bicycle back under police intervention.

On the way home, the old man couldn't stand the heat and kept calling his children, but he couldn't connect. An old man who could not bear to go to his eldest son's house. I secretly overheard the conversation of my eldest son's family coming home from there, but he was not answering the phone because his father was annoyed. The fallen old man then goes to his second daughter, his youngest son. And you listen to their hearts. Honestly, it's hard to pick her up. I don't want to be contacted anymore.

The old man who bought soju on the way home keeps drinking on the street. The old man who devoted his youth to raising his children realizes that he has no more reason to live in the unconscious eyes of his children. As soon as I fall asleep in the cold, I feel the young people touching my body.

The old man still worries about me, I would like to, but those young men get up and assault the old man who wants to say thank you and run away with a lot of money.

In the street where the thunderstorm blows, the elderly overlap the image of their children with the fleeing youth, and at that moment the burning hatred is engulfed. There, a young man running away digs into the old man's heart.

- How stupid would you be if you lived at that age?

The old man returns home and texts his children. I'm lonely. Anybody wants to talk to me.

It's silent to come back. The old man looks back on his life for a long time in his seat. I never really enjoyed working as a father and mother on behalf of my wife who went first. Retired in his 50s in a thriving large company. Since then, he has been president of a large industrial conglomerate and back for five years. After stepping down, I ran a restaurant and dedicated everything to my child's care.

After sending my youngest son off to marry, all I could find was a half-basement charter and a piece of junk bike. However, I was living a quiet life with the pride that my children's farming was doing well, but now I think about it, I lived like a "fool" like the young man said.

Money that goes into three children. College fees, three apartments, marriage costs, loans. I gave him everything. I thought it was love. The love of parents who don't want a price. He thought that his child would grow up and change shape and eventually return to good faith.

But nothing came back. Then the old man realizes that no calls have been made from his children in the last three years. I also picked up the waste paper as usual. The old man thought he could not sleep until the sun shined down in the basement. When he finally got up from his seat, the old man held a long sword in his hand.

After that, the story unfolds breathlessly. The old man's sigh turns into madness and violent sunshine continues into the Grand Chamberlain.

I couldn't forget to read the lines left by the old man just before he died in the last chapter.

- Now you can see me.

As I was reading the book, I hired the elderly man who was the protagonist of the book. The old man, always smiling lovingly, acting like a homicidal maniac? It's hard to imagine.

“What's wrong with teaching big dogs to feed my life? ”

This is what the protagonist said to himself in despair: 70 years of life rushes towards destruction, causing nothing but destruction. A book you'll be amazed by when you open the first page. It is the first work of a popular writer in the future.

The floor looked at the book and noticed young men assaulting the elderly in their work. He said he has an audition. There are only ‘young people’ who can be considered young in this work.

A painting ship that drives the old man mad.

It's sweet, but you have to be pretty careful when it comes to supervision. He asked me to challenge him to that role. Now that I think about it, it's a Sam who has given me quite a difficult homework.

“Where should my old age be rewarded? ”

I recited the sentences that came to mind as I rolled around. The floor was also a father with children because he was empathetic to the murderer's old age. If he had lived, he would have aged with his wife after seeing his daughter's marriage. When I went into the dusk, what would my daughter have done to me if she'd sent her wife first?

I thought that my daughter would not be so ambitious, but when I looked at the book, my belief was quickly shaken. There is no good or evil in this book. From a legal standpoint, the old man who committed the murder is a terrible figure, but from an emotional standpoint, 'My father rarely dies.’ They are vicious.

I thought this work would definitely be heard from the ambiguous conflict of good and evil, the old man who drives the broken body to its limit and drives out a terrifying frenzy, and our story that could be anywhere.

Of course, it is unclear to ask if you will succeed commercially. Once a movie is written according to the book, it is not a family movie. 19 is a winning award. It will be hard to gossip about the audience since you will continue to throw awkward headlines there.

‘Forecasts are everywhere. ’

I don't know what would happen if I caused a sensation. If I live next door, I have to try Korean psychology. If you actively promote that you are a returning movie star and succeed in the initial mobilization, the market will be unpredictable.

“Hey, Mom wants me to stop fooling around and eat. ”

The sea opened its doors and said. The floor closes the book and rises up next to it.

Three days until the opening.

I think I can read it one more time.

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The wind is cold. It's called Chinese New Year, but it's still cold. The school still looked square, and the principal came out passionately to lead the children despite the freezing weather. Thanks to this, there are many male students who lie facedown at the entrance of the school.

I'm in second grade, but nothing's changed. That you have to climb stairs to get to the classroom?

“Ugh, it's cold. ”

Turning back, Dojin steps up the stairs with his arms folded. There's a colonel next to him. He's a sophomore, but he hasn't split in half. Electronics and sophomore year 1. Those who were always together in first grade were also next to each other in second grade.

After entering the class, the air was warm, just like freshman year, right next to the back door. The crust is to the left. What's different is that people are coming up to the floor.

“What a creepy relationship. Right?"

Dojin giggles and says. There is also a pattern in that relationship. Sitting shivering in front of the pulsations. In the beginning of the first semester, two of them were enemies, but they were getting along quite well since the end of the semester. Both of them seemed to have a lot of fuss, so I quickly got to know them.

I looked ahead with a bite of candy from Dojin. The chalkboard says "must have a club."

“By the way, it's today. ”

“What?”

“Going on a business trip. ”

“Sales?”

The public looks curious. The floor points to the floor with your fingers raised. I nodded my head to make sure I understood.

“Gotta go.”

“You, me, quartz. Is it over?”

“Huh."

I stared at the candy rolling in my mouth, biting it. I bow my head as if I don't have any face.

“Three of them.”

“I'm sorry. ”

“If you're sorry, let's do some business together. There should be at least two Madame Faces. He's handsome, but he looks a little stiff. You're perfect for looking friendly. ”

“ ……. ”

Dojin doesn't know what to do.

I didn't think it would be any more of a joke, so the floor smiled.

“I'm joking. Enjoy your cooking. I thought you said it was the dew. ”

“Yeah. I went to see them yesterday, and they all loved it. It was pretty serious. I liked it. ”

“Daryl's son-in-law has said it's been hard for ages. Tsk, tsk.”

“What's that supposed to mean? ”

“Good luck. Let me eat as much of your cooking as I can later. ”

The theater department was in jeopardy, leaving only three people. Except for the three people who wanted to be an actor, they all went to the other side. Dojin and Dew are cooking clubs, and Tae-jun and So-yeon said they were going to a club called a movie theater. Tae-jun noticed that it didn't matter if the theater department continued, but Soyeon stepped out and followed Tae-jun out. Both of them said they were sorry, but the floor was not sorry, so they said not to mind.

What kind of club is that when it comes to duty? When you graduate, you have to do what you want to do, but you can't do what you want to do. You should enjoy it while enjoying it. Don't look.

The second graders all dropped out, as they had been warned. It is a sophomore who has decided to focus on preparing for entry and preparing for employment. However, I am thankful that you often come and help me.

The auditorium on the fifth floor changed beautifully. A lot of equipment came in for the baseball game. The floor that saw the hall was full was a little devastating. I felt like the sweat and time spent in it was a fiction for half a year.

“This is the godfather. ”

The colonel hands out a piece of paper. This is a script prepared for today's sales. It is a pre-work to gently lure innocent freshmen into the theater department.

“... Do I have a female successor? ”

“What the heck.”

The crowd laughs heavily and waves their hands. Others said it was a joke, but it was a serious look.

“Come, let's sit down. ”

A teacher who opens the door and speaks informally. The floor smiled and looked at the teacher. The first half of sophomore year.

“I have a choice of club today, so think about it. It's a little hard, but there are a lot of rewarding comrades, so it shouldn't be a bad idea to try. Like... the theater department. ”

It was a gesture of smiling and speaking.

The floor shakes its head.

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Cherry blossoms are blurring.

Larynx.

Dogs are jumping because they like it.

That's nice.

Spring.

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