Life, Once Again!

It was Joon Kwak on behalf of greetings by looking at it once. I walk back without asking you to follow me. The colony pursued Buryburia. I put on the hardware store and turned left. Apartment complexes at the end of its residential streets. Kwak Jun's steps were headed there.

There was no conversation for about 10 minutes. All I do is walk on my back. Fortunately, he was familiar with this dark interval. I was worried about being hated for the first time. After realizing that he had no words because of his personality, I was not uncomfortable. Nevertheless, he is not a man who keeps his mouth shut. You say more than anyone else when you need it.

“Did he say he was okay at home? ”

I think he's asking about the amber.

“Yes.”

“There you go. ”

Before entering the apartment complex, he stopped by the chicken house. You can see the cauldron boiling with oil. When the impressive grandfather forcefully robbed the fried chicken in oil, the oil in the shell falls into the cauldron. He swallowed his saliva as he watched. A forgotten marketplace comes to mind in a hurry.

I bought three chickens and walked back into the apartment marked 201. I took the elevator like a grandmother holding a newborn in her arms. He sighs and smiles at the baby in his arms. The baby smiled if he liked what he looked like.

The elevator stopped on the third floor. He waves his hand at the baby and then comes down along.

“Is this your house? ”

I asked him to open the electronic door lock lid. He pressed the password and said.

“No.”

The door opens. The group blinks and carefully steps inside. If it's not his house, whose house is it? In the boot was an old pair of slippers, crooked shoes, and yellow sneakers.

“Come in.”

After taking off his shoes and tidying up, he goes inside. In the living room you see a three-way couch, a wall TV, and a bookshelf. In front of a bookshelf full of books, there was a pile of new, untouched books. The crowd glances at the books as he walks into the kitchen. Novels, marriage, essays, horoscopes, philosophies, memoirs. Books of various disciplines boast a heavy weight and thickness like a wall.

The wall of the book stands as far as veranda, which connects to the living room. Following the book, you reach out your head to the open veranda. There was also a tower made of books.

“Looks like he went out for a while. ”

“Who?”

“Here's the owner. Can I get you something to drink?"

“Water is fine. ”

“Sit there. ”

The group sits in front of a stack of books.

“Can I see this? ”

“Yeah, but be careful. It collapses if you take it out from under. ”

For a moment, I imagined the collapse of books piled higher than the sitting height. He holds a book in his hand. I don't have a hobby for reading, but I was interested because I was looking at the book that was engaged like Janga. I think I've read all these books. I carefully handed over the cover, lest it crumple. The first chapter. I don't think I've ever opened it before. I wonder if he's a book salesman.

“Here.”

A cup of water suddenly appeared next to me. He placed the book and received a cup of water. It was freezing cold. After drinking it, I feel like summer has gone away.

“Do you drink beer? ”

“Joe, a little bit. ”

“Let's have a drink. ”

Yesterday, I was shaken and flinched, but I thought a drink would be fine. I drank beer as a fried chicken. Drama comes from the TV you have on. I saw an electronic clock hanging on the living room side. It was 10: 00 p.m.

“Huh."

Suyeon was caught on the screen. It was today. It is the first broadcast of the drama that Suyeon participated in.

“She's not you, either? ”

“Yes, this is my theater instructor. ”

“Have you been quiet there? ”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey. ”

He closed his mouth while drinking beer as if it were okay. I see a delicate frowning eye. Is it a bad relationship with Su-yeon?

It was time for Suyeon to see the car drifting away with a grim face on TV. You hear the door lock unravel. Looking at the front door, a man with a magnificent beard was coming in. The night seemed overwhelming.

“Brother, have some chicken. ”

“A chicken. Magical food that doesn't get tired of eating it. Is that the girl next to him? ”

“Yes, say hello, Daemyung. He's my brother. ”

“Take me there once and say that. ”

The man takes off his shoes and sweeps him up and down. The crowd looks at him nervous. He looked like a sick person with a thin figure, but his eyes looked more lively than a healthy person.

“Hello, I'm Ba, Park Dae Nam. ”

I can see the look in your eyes. The man across the street is smiling, laughing absurdly.

“This is unexpected. I thought the doppelgangers were coming, but they're completely different. Oh, a colonel? Nice to meet you, man. I'm Anpil-hyun, the writer of the book rolling around on the floor there. ”

He looked down at the book he had picked up. I can see Ahn Pil-hyun.

“Phew, why is it so hot? Is it sunset? ”

“Stay home. ”

“Let me get some air, too. We need photosynthesis to survive. ”

“If you go out at night, you can't photosynthesize. ”

“We can do it by moonlight. Writers are moonlight, not sunlight. ”

I sat down with a big smile. Daemyung had never seen Kim Joon's acquisition so smooth.

“You too have suffered. I remember that kid. He's a little cranky, isn't he? ”

Pil-hyun grabbed a chicken leg and said. I don't know what to say. That's right, it's ridiculous. Should I laugh?

“Don't even think about it. What looks like is unusual. ”

For the first time in my life, I heard that it looks extraordinary. The crowd laughs a little and eats the chicken legs. It may take some time to adjust to the atmosphere here.

“Then why are you here? ”

In Pil-hyun's question, the colonel glanced at him while closing his eyes. He is watching TV with the same slightly angry expression as before.

“Joon asked me to come. ”

“You don't know why? ”

“Yes.”

“Hey, look at this Sunding. You're gonna sell your organs. You have no idea how scary she is. Look at him. You're gonna stab somebody with a smile. ”

“Th-that's it……. ”

“To what degree does that make you sympathetic? ”

“Yes? Oh, no! ”

“Does he look nice? That's not true.”

“ ……. ”

While looking at it, I took a sip of beer in front of me. I understand you two are close. It's a friendly joke. I glanced at Pilhyun. I'm sipping beer and talking to him like I asked when.

Seeing the drama and talking about the plot, he soon moved the fire to the chicken and debated the difference between chicken and chicken. The fire switch is too fast to keep up. I was distracted just by opening my ears and listening.

“Daemyung.”

“Yes?”

“Why two chicken legs? ”

“I don't know. ”

“If there were three, wouldn't it be a more peaceful world? Likewise, if there were three human hands, the work would be much more efficient. Why did it have to evolve to symmetry and two? ”

I thought about it for a moment and replied.

“Aren't they evolved that way because there are only two that are easy to balance? ”

“You know you're a threesome, right? Photographer Pedestal.”

“…… Yes. ”

“It's easier for three people to balance. But why two? ”

It was a necessity to seriously think about the sudden thrown pomegranate. Kwak Joon also folded his arms and thought. The crowd could not catch the ribs. The two conversations are a mixture of jokes and sincerity, so I don't know what to do. I kept my mouth shut and waited for the matter to move on. However, they argued for more than 10 minutes because they had two arms and legs.

“Daemyung, have you thought about it? ”

It was a hooked question. Fortunately, I was not dumbfounded, so I answered.

“Three……. ”

“Three? ”

“Could it have disappeared because I was uncomfortable in my sleep? I feel like I'm going through a rough patch every time I turn around. ”

After answering the question, I was ashamed because it was so cruel, but the two listening nodded loudly.

“Maybe. If a man has three legs and is insomnia, where should he be treated? Psychological counseling? Or amputations for sleep? ”

The answer was from Guk Jun.

“Sleep is a pretty important problem. It's better to cut. If there's no medication. ”

“By the way, if you have three legs and you have three legs as usual, when you have two legs, you become disabled. ”

“Let's cut it off and put a prosthetic leg on it when we go outside. ”

“What if I have hallucinations? ”

“Then I'll go to psych. ”

“I feel sorry for my three legs. ”

“It's a disability that has nothing to do with it, but it's a disability that has nothing to do with it. How about this? Guy with two mouths. One should only eat, and the other should only talk, and the mouth that is in charge of eating wants to talk. ”

“Well, I have to use the SF fragment, but I think it's okay. ”

“Buy me dinner when I get my fee. ”

“Hey, man. Remember who you're staying with. ”

Kwak Jun shrugged his shoulders and watched TV. The membrane of silence falls on the noisy spot. Phil is writing something on his notebook with his serious diving face. He watched as quietly as he could.

It is a necessity to put down the notebook to the floor if the notebook is finished soon.

“Insomnia on three legs was quite an interesting story, wasn't it? ”

“Yes? Oh, yes. ”

“I heard from Joon that you're a choreographer. ”

“Yes.”

“I don't know which choreography you're dreaming of, but if you really want to go that way, practice pulling out what's in your head. It'll help a lot. ”

“Practice pulling it out? ”

“Yes, movies, music, writing. Those who try to create something are important to their abilities. If I can't document it properly, it's a useless fantasy. It is only when we move the ingenious ideas in our head to the form that they become valuable. The actor who has to lead is even more important. If the captain can't catch the ribs, turn the key to the wrong place, and the boat will turn quickly. If you don't want to be tribal like me, you'll have to tell me to die now. ”

Ah, it was a necessity to stand up and say that it was a sad tribute. He goes into the room that he thinks is his room and closes the door. Guk Joon, who drank beer next to him, opened his mouth.

“Busy, isn't it?"

“Yes, a little. ”

“You'll get used to it in a few treatments, so bear with it until then. And don't worry, he doesn't do that every time. ”

“Th... brother. ”

“Huh?"

“May I ask why you wanted to see me today? ”

“I wanted to talk to you. ”

“Talk? Like what? ”

“Everything. All of it. Anything. You're talented when you see yourself rewriting it. I don't know much about acting. But you definitely have a knack for writing. That's why I called you here. ”

It was Gu Jun who wiped his hands with a paper towel and joined the horses.

“During the summer break, let's learn a little bit about the writing position between me and my brother. I'd like to recommend that you pack your bags, but as a student, it can be hard, so think about it. ”

“Well, you know what I wrote? ”

“I don't mean to be a novelist. I just want you to learn for a short time because you need writing. No, technically, we're all learning together. I write like a Poisonous Soldier because I'm not very social, but that's not a good way. Be friendly with those who write. Through that brother, both the film side and the novel side are quite deep, so it will be very helpful in the future. ”

Guk Jun stood up and took out the trash. Daemyung quickly cleared the area.

“Keep revising the script while simultaneously writing a novel. ”

“I can't write that novel. ”

“You've already completed the scenario. It's based on that. ”

The crowd is dumbfounded.

"I don't even look at books."

"There's a lot. Don't forget to read the genre during the vacation. It is inertia to read books. Once you're elastic, you'll be able to read. It's better to be a typhoid."

While Guk Jun was doing the dishes, he wiped the dining table. I'm not crazy at all. What I could clearly tell from the rushing words was that this moment was not a chance to come again.

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I want to see the fall foliage.

Fallen foliage.

...

It's the fall.

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