Life, Once Again!

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“But where are you? ”

Before sitting on the table, the floor asked.

“He went out for a while to think of something. ”

Suyeon replied.

“At this hour? ”

One o'clock in the morning on a remote mountain.

“You want to clear your head in a quiet place. How about some more potatoes? It's good, right?"

“It's a little salty for my taste. ”

The floor is scary to answer, “I'm sure it's salty.” I said. Suyeon's eyes slightly raise.

“If you don't want it, don't eat it. But you know how it is to grumble about food, right? ”

Suyeon snorted. He pulled milk and cereal out of the refrigerator, placing a spoon as if he had waited.

“Do you want one? ”

“Yes.”

If it was food that ‘she’ had made, she would have swallowed even a lump of salt with a smile, but it doesn't apply to Su-yeon. I floated some almonds instead of cereal in milk.

“This is really too much. ”

“I've heard that a lot. Let's go up.”

Guk Jun told Rookie, “I'm taking her.” I said. Even though Suyeon tried to stand up, she sat down.

“All the guys here suck! ”

The floor and Kwak Jun climbed to the second floor behind Suyeon, who was on the street by the side. Gwak Joon enters the room a little distance from the stairs.

“Come in.”

I followed him inside. Inside were two desks and a bed. A steel desk with a matching interior and a rugged area.

“I can't write if it's not there. ”

Kwak Jun pointed to the iron desk and said.

You must have the tools you need before you can write. There was this kind of person in the company. A temple that was frustrated when one of the dolls on the desk disappeared. An exaggeration of my indiscretion when I have to put family pictures on my desk that I don't see. The director who always used the same fountain pen.

'It was like a dream, but there were times. ’

The people with a blurred face think for a moment and then sink back under the surface of the memory. The floor felt awkward and touched Kwak Jun's iron desk. There is a sense of fierceness in this blunt object because of the traces that Kwak Jun left while thinking about it here. Post-its on top, fingertips on desks, bibliophiles, and laptops.

“You must be writing a manuscript. ”

“We use it on our laptops, but when we can't, we take off to the manuscript. There's nothing written about it, but it makes me feel better. ”

I like the expression "escape." The floor shakes its head and walks to the window. He was enjoying the morning breeze of March with his window open. It was quite a cold breeze, but I felt refreshed even though I was feeling refreshed because I was holding on to Mt. Ju Wang's cleanliness.

“This is a great place to write. ”

“Yes, I think so. ”

We didn't have much of a conversation until we had finished our cereal.

“That part, that's what you came up with right there? ”

He asked, placing the empty bowl on the wooden desk.

“No, I've seen it five times. I wish I could fix it. It's not weird, of course, the ones that haven't been fixed. ”

“No. That part of me that hasn't been fixed is obviously a mistake. ”

“A mistake?”

“A mistake that occurred while exchanging manuscripts with editors. The manuscript was hung by the old man like you said. Of course, the description is a little different. I had to get close to the crotch, but it seemed so dramatic to approach the old man holding the rod. ”

“Clearly. ”

Rather than crawling under a bloody ledge and catching the crotch, I feel bored and begging for my life.

“But it was a mistake... ”

“The revised manuscript has been handed over, but the previous manuscript has been added to the film. I made sure it wouldn't be fixed until after the book came out. No, it was my fault. If I had read the manuscript in the last confirmation email again, it would not have happened. ”

“You can't fix it in two chains. ”

“There can't be two strands of writing written by a guy like me. The book market is tight. ”

“But if the movie goes well this time, maybe two. ”

“I hope so. I'll be able to quit my job and devote myself to writing for a while. It used to sound silly to say that you need money to write, but now it's coming to grief. ”

Marudo knew that there were many writers who were struggling with their lives. Although it would be best to be a writer when you can climb in parallel with work and live on rent, most writers are told to fold and go to the front lines of life.

“It's the hardest thing to open someone else's wallet. ”

“Everyone knows. ”

“I've done my job. ”

Well, I tried a lot of other things. The floor glances over the post-it notes on the metal desk. I think I have ideas for my next work. Most of them were words that didn't know the meaning. A gun, yummy yum, what to do there, and words that were not connected in this way.

“Are you writing your next piece? ”

“What work. You're delusional. ”

“The act of twilight was really fun to be delusional. I've seen it over a dozen times. ”

At that, Guk Jun faintly smiled. A smile made by a man with a dry face. I felt like I saw something rare.

“You said you were auditioning. ”

“How did you know? ”

“The teacher said, I have a kid I want to play with. ”

“Well, that's a shame. because I get nervous when I hear that before I audition. ”

“Nervous? You don't seem nervous. ”

Sleek eyes peel over the edge of the black horn. I have to say, good instincts. The floor actually said that it wasn't nervous.

“You're a gangster, right? ”

“Yes.”

“Do you have anything prepared? ”

“It's all about looking at books. I know what to prepare for, but I've never auditioned for it. ”

How many people are there in front of you, how much the ambassador plays, how many actions you have to mix, and how much you have to audition for. I knew I had to take care of myself, but I was distracted by the overlapping problems of the theater department.

“I don't know about auditions, so I can't advise you, but I can tell you what I think and what I wrote that scene with. ”

Guk Jun sat at his desk and gestured. The floor stands beside him. He picked one of the spring notes on the corner of his desk.

“The reason for the twilight attack was after seeing this murder. ”

One page of a newspaper article scraped on a note. A man in economic distress two years ago committed a plot to kill for his parents' insurance.

“Do you know the story behind this? ”

“Aren't you done being convicted of murder? ”

“That's the result, but the story that leads to the result was sad. The moment she couldn't even get out of the kitchen or out of the kitchen, she suddenly called the insurance company to see if the insurance recipient was her son. There was a time when an insurance company record was made public, and the mother sighed relieved to hear that it was in the name of her son. I hope my son can sleep. ’I said.”

“ ……. ”

“An investigative team suggested that it was an insurance scam intended to launch, and it turned out that it wasn't an insurance scam, it was a homicide. ”

It was a heavy story: a son who tried to sell his parents out and a parent who worried about him until the very last moment.

“But seeing this article makes me wonder. Will all parents sacrifice themselves for their children? What kind of joy is it for the parents who sacrificed everything? What if there was a parent who felt bad about the sacrifice? ”

“It's the beginning of an idea. ”

“Yes. The act of dusk has taken all the love away. There is no hope in this article. All we have to do is walk silently towards destruction. But there's one last laugh. ”

“Older people…… ”

“Yes, the film I'm imagining is full of madness. I want everyone to play a moment of concentration with one madness. The moment an old man's love for humanity is destroyed in a dry gray city, and he's trying to find love until the very last moment, the movie will run towards the shipwreck like a broken train. ”

Guk Joon handed over the notes. Quickly hand over the obscenely written letters, and the hand stops on one page.

“This is a gangster character. ”

On the page was a single letter and a crude picture. Elementary school revolver. And the trigger underneath it.

“I talked to the screenwriter and the storyboard writer. It takes about 30 seconds for the bad guys to show up. The metabolism will not add up to 10 seconds. But that 30 seconds is the inflection point of this film. ”

Kwak Jun raised his head. His eyes were obsessed with the certainty of the story and the obsession that he couldn't bear to watch the work fall apart.

“I told everyone who participated in the film. Give me this 30 seconds. This 30 seconds is the insanity of this piece, this film. I wrote a book and fixed the gangster's lines for a month. In fact, I wanted to keep holding on. If it had been time, he might have been thinking about that scene by now. That's why we don't want anyone acting crazy. ”

The floor faces a hot soul. It smelled like a crow, but what was inside was a passion for writing like a furnace. Concentration close to madness. Well, this is the kind of man who wrote a book like that.

“That's a pretty important hint. ”

“It's a gift for someone who has similar ideas about me. I impress people. I don't believe you're a good person because you're together. I like you in that way. Maybe if you played that scene, it would make a pretty good picture. ”

“You don't know me very well. ”

“I told you, I'm impressed. ”

Kwak Jun handed out the spring notes. The floor received a note with a careful hand.

“Look, and do it. If it's about the audition, there's a lot of people down here to ask. I don't like her, but she's been in a lot of movies, so you should ask her. ”

The floor nods.

“But are you allowed to give me this data? Isn't that what you need for your writing? ”

In that question, Kwak Jun lifted his finger and clutched his head.

“It's all in here. I just put it on paper when I needed to tidy up. ”

“…… Ah, yes. ”

I couldn't argue with him because he was so bold.

While reviewing the spring notes received, the floor found a familiar mark on the corner of the note. When I looked closely at the blurry mark, it was an S mark. In the notebook I flipped over just in case, it was stuck in the "S" law.

“Hey, are you in this college……. ”

“I lost interest while walking around and beat it away. ”

“S Law? ”

“Why?”

The floor smiled lightly and looked at Kwak Joon. The reason for the insanity of the writing made me feel like maybe the person who wrote it was really crazy.

‘I can't believe I lost interest in that place that no one else can. ’

I feel that the world is truly unfair. In my own words, the specimen of "Talent Bread" was in front of my eyes.

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...

Ha.

It was a 14-year Hanwha game.

I can't even go a single day.

Ugh.

The comments made me feel that there were a lot of Korean babysitters.

I watched the game with my own eyes today... but I didn't make it to the top, so I fell into the fever of hell.

But you'll do well tomorrow.

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