Life, Once Again!

A woman in a red chifao smiles and steps aside. The floor crossed after a light glance.

“You must know the director. ”

He said in a low voice. I heard the answer from behind.

“I know.”

It was Su-yeon who answered while walking.

It smells like sautéed rayus. I went out on my own through the smell of Chinese restaurant oil. Family members are sitting around the dining table eating.

The floor bowed to the waiter who opened the door and came out. There are a line of people standing in front of a Chinese restaurant on a slope. You can see the man walking around sighing, making sure the queue doesn't diminish.

“The roof is a good place to talk in the air. ”

Suyeon said, turning to the left of the Chinese restaurant, she climbed the stairs. Although the door to the roof was equipped with an electronic door lock, Su-yeon pressed the password and entered without much effort. It reminds me of the shop owner who welcomed me when I first came to the restaurant.

Inside the door is artificial grass. It looks like it was planted on a urethane. There are camping folding chairs, kitchenettes, and barbecue grills. It looks like a place for acquaintances to hold a small banquet.

“I heard you decided to come out as a conductor. ”

“Yes, well. ”

Flooring looked at Suyeon and said. How does this woman know the seriousness? Rather, why do they know about their situation?

“You don't have to stare. Between the two of us who have to put our hands and feet together again. ”

“Could it have been cast in the film? ”

“So you know what you're talking about? I heard it the other day when I was alone with the director. I'm making a list of cast members, and I saw your name and I asked. ”

“I see.”

“We're quite connected. We're already doing the second piece together. ”

“But I've never seen it on the set. It's too shallow to say it's deep. ”

“Is that so?"

Suyeon sat down and recommended a seat next to me. The floor shakes its head. I don't want to stay long, so I don't need to sit down.

“Don't you hate me? ”

“I've told you before, I don't like it, I don't hate it. ”

“I wish you would speak softly. ”

“If you have nothing else to say, I'll go down. I can see 10,000 teachers eating it. ”

Suyeon shrugged.

“I hate communication so much. All right, all right. In essence, I like you. ”

It's Suyeon looking at her legs twisting.

“You, help me. ”

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Pilhyun bit the tip of the ballpoint pen with his front teeth. The white manuscript makes my heart ache. Looking through the plaid doesn't remind me of anything. The plaintiff's pattern was like a well-woven net, and he was an unnamed fish struggling to live in it.

I look down at the tip of the ballpoint pen that was biting. This shaped distorted plastic tap is shiny with a needle. I got up from my seat with a pen. Maybe there's no paradise where they escaped. Sit back in front of the keyboard and look at the monitor.

And how long have you been there? I remembered the smell of miso soup. I looked up at the clock. 5: 32 p.m. It's time to settle the evening.

I turned off the monitor and got up. The reason you don't turn off your computer's main body is because you have a lot of pride in coming after your meal and writing. Of course, I know what will happen after that. It is to chew away loneliness and inability in front of the computer that makes buzzing noises until dawn, then turn off the power as early as tomorrow.

I turned on the TV and ate ramen in front of him. The sour miso stew that came to mind in my imagination is forgotten by the strong saltiness of ramen. I've been working on ramen for days. I could eat it, or I could go out and eat it properly, but I didn't. It is a self-confinement. I took a moment to think about the difference between Conch Bob and Ramon, then I stopped thinking about the blown side.

On TV, the group "The Five" resumes its activities and talks about their love for the fans with a united face. Pil-hyun, who had been watching him for a while, turned the channel to the remote control.

What stopped my finger was the cable film channel. There's a Chinatown coming out. Roman Polanski's masterpiece. The scenario of Robert Town underlying the masterpiece. The most perfect scenario, Chinatown, has been studied by Pilhyun dozens of times. No one has ever seen Chinatown for studying cinematic scenarios.

After watching the movie for a while, Pil-hyun turned off the TV with a bitter smile. Self-absorbed like an old man. The writer's last bastion of confidence is flawless, and the collapsed Chinatown leaves his body without a sound. The flavor of ramen that hangs in my mouth is so strange.

Rinse mouth with water and wash dishes. Forty-five this year. Just like the trumpeter who joined the front line, he has been living a quiet life ever since his mother died last year. Laundry, laundry, cleaning. Everything is familiar. The other day, I also had a mild eczema. I remember seeing Burton's fingers and feeling proud. It was because I felt strongly that I could live alone.

Recently, however, I started to feel frustrated opening my eyes alone. I didn't miss anyone, to be honest. If you miss it, just pick up your phone and call your friends. The list of people who have eaten or eaten is stored in the phone. Under the excuse of the pain of creation, you can lead a series of escape with alcohol, and you can meet those friends who helped you at any time.

I feel frustrated because I am not a person. It's a text. It's full. And it's because income is declining. I write columns and write a few letters on the internet to cover my expenses, but I don't know when it will end. Scenario sales have also made it difficult to pour deposits.

“Vitamins, vitamins. ”

I opened the vitamin cans on the table. All I can see inside is the deodorant. I put my finger on white flying vitamin powder and put it on my tongue. Sour.

I sighed and looked at the front door. Should I go out and have a light beer? I opened my wallet and checked inside. I pulled out the receipt that was in the deck of the broken card and checked the bill. There are several 10,000 won in it. At 7: 00 p.m., I'd go to the front of the house, I'd feed him a chicken, I'd drink 500 cc's of beer, and I'd cut off his stuffed head a little.

Thinking about it for a long time, Pil-hyun kicked his tongue and threw his wallet on the couch. If it were muses to come to the hungry pigs, all of our pigs would be Shakespeare.

We must face the White Devil again. Weapons are keyboards, coffee, and baccas. I sat in a chair I didn't want to sit in. Why are chairs made to sit? I don't think it's a waste of 10 minutes to wonder why. I wouldn't have written it anyway.

It was when I was writing, erasing and rewriting the text that I saw somewhere. You hear a phone ringing in the living room. It reminds me of the phone I threw on the couch. I got up from the White Devil again, thanking him for a reason.

“Oh, it's Joon. ”

Pilhyun looked at the name on the screen and said. Kwak Joon. He's a young friend at 32, but he's good at writing. A friend of mine who writes novels has recently sold the rights to his first novel and become a cinematographer. It was a novel about aging, solitude, and a current society lacking emotion. When I first received the book as a gift, I expected it to be a best-seller because it was unbelievably strong that my young friend wrote it, but the market response was quiet. It is a work that saw the light later. Like the phrase, "I'm going by the title," I started at dusk to bloom a flower of success.

- In front of the house.

“...... You still have that habit. ”

In fact, Kim Joon's assessment among writers is not very good. Journalists who work in publishing don't like him either. The reason is simple: the impression is wild and the number of words is low. He is like a craftsman who breaks his own ceramics in the mountains every day. It's hard to get to know a person who is a friendly friend who doesn't even humble himself with someone who doesn't like a sharp horse.

Pilhyun opened the door. A black hoodie with a black hornrim and a black shoe in front of him. Beer in one hand and a paper bag in the other. The smell of it coming up. It looks like a market chicken.

“Have you eaten? ”

“I just ate. But I still have a stomach to drink. Come in.”

It was Gwak Joon who came in with a nod. He's a tricky guy, but now he's a really good drinking buddy. I pulled some Chinese dice from the Refrigerator Shop.

It was Gwak Joon who took out the statue in veranda like a house and laid it on the living room and prepared to eat. Pil-hyun smiled and placed the two glasses on the table.

“Why did the wind bring you here? ”

“I stopped by Seoul on my way back. ”

“Seoul publication agreement?"

The embarrassment of your situation does not make you squeamish the success of others. And Guk Jun is my favorite brother. It makes me feel better if I go well.

“No, I've been to the hospital. ”

“Oops. Someone's sick. Family?”

“I met him at work. I'm always thankful that you said a lot of good things, but I'll see you when I hear that you just collapsed. ”

“Tsk, tsk, you're getting old. ”

“Yes. You fixed it, but it seems like you've been in a bit of a crowd lately. Luckily, there's no big problem. ”

“That's good, but I'm old, too, because I don't look like anyone else. ”

Pilhyun said so, holding the chicken leg in his hand.

“But I can't stop drinking and this. ”

“Exercise. ”

“I do it every day. It's a brain exercise, you know that? The brain is consuming too much calories. ”

“Move your body. Then I suffer.”

“Hey, don't nag, just eat. Put this sacred food in front of your mouth. ”

The taste of the fries spreading in my mouth makes a crackling sound. The flavor of ramen is unparalleled. Gu Jun also began to eat the chicken.

“How's your writing going? ”

“Don't talk. I can't remember if my head is hard. ”

“That's because it's oiled. ”

“Look who's screaming. ”

I poured a glass full of beer so I wouldn't yell. Guk Jun drank beer all of a sudden and joined the horses.

“Sir.”

“Why?”

“I'll stay here for a while. ”

“Well, yeah. ”

“I'll go downstairs and get some stuff. ”

He got up and left the front door. After a while, I pushed my travel carrier into the house.

“Then why leave the house in one piece? ”

“I can't write. I'm gonna move the place. I need to talk to you. ”

“Is this a mountain temple? ”

“Quiet is better than me, considering. ”

“Yes, I am the widow of solitude. ”

Pilhyun laughed and drank. There are two remaining rooms. These rooms will always be available when someone decides to write.

“Inspire me instead. Take the energy from the stuffed head and let's unwind. ”

I ripped off the other chicken leg and handed it over to him. I was just about to need a change. Talking with this brother who has great insight into writing might unravel the blocked story. Isn't this great for you and your wife?

“Do you mind if I call my brother tomorrow? ”

“Whatever. Are you a writer? ”

“No, I'm a aspiring choreographer. But I'm learning by watching because I'm good at writing. ”

“You can call me whatever you want. I wish I was a girl, but I'm not, am I? ”

“A man.”

“I didn't expect it. Same age as you? ”

“I'm a high school student.”

“What the heck.”

Pil-hyun drank the remaining beer while wondering who the high school student attached to this chubby friend was.

He's probably with you, right? '

Spicy eyes and a slender body. A horse that resembles a knife. Roughly drawn. I'm sure they'll bring a Doppelgänger.

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It's too late.

(__)

I slept with the door open at night, and I caught a cold.

... warm and sleep.

or you'll be as stubborn as I am.

T

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