Life, Once Again!

“Wait a minute.”

The conch is out of poverty. I left him some snacks and drinks, apologizing before I left, but the hospitality was fine. I put a non-crumb-sized cookie in my mouth and drank a sip of orange juice.

“What kind of movie are you trying to make? ”

I asked the relief sitting across the street. Similarly, when he was eating the snack, he made a complicated face after being asked questions.

“I didn't think of anything else. ”

“Nothing?”

“I didn't want to make it in the first place. ”

It was a relief to sigh for a long time. This club seems to have a lot of stories, seeing the freshman working diligently and the manager sitting with no motivation at all.

“Why did you ask to see me if you weren't going to make it? ”

As soon as relief was about to leave, a broken door opened and conch came in. She opens a thin notebook and drops it down in front of the floor.

“Synopsis.”

When the conch came back, it was a quiet relief to just touch the sweets again. The floor examines the notebook first.

“I'm thinking about 20 minutes. ”

“Can I read it out loud? I can focus better on that. ”

“Go ahead."

The floor was read from the first sentence.

“Minho is being bullied at school. I don't know why I'm being bullied. At some point, I was being bullied. I'm afraid to go to school, but I push my back to school with an alarm that I wake up every morning. Then one day, a transfer student comes to school. Students who are discouraged and have low voices are quickly targeted.

Seeing the transfer student, Minho decides to help. It is because I know the pain of being bullied better than anyone. I had the courage to talk to her first, to eat with her, to follow the teachings of the Red Cross, and to realize that Minho also had friends. Minho gains the power of knowing that no matter how painful the children's gaze is, she has a friend to tell.

After that, Minho was not afraid to go to school. It was because they were able to endure sneaking around with transfer students to play with them for no reason. Minho lit up over time. Other than the transfer students, there were more children talking to me. Like she didn't know why she was being bullied, Minho became close to the children at some point.

In the meantime, the child next to me says. Stop playing with the transfer students. It's weird having such a nice kid like you around. As soon as I hear that, Minho looks like a poor, stupid transfer student. I don't even understand why I was playing with that kid.

From that day on, Minho deliberately ignored the transfer student. Furthermore, I cursed and made fun of him. After that, the transfer student no longer spoke, and a few days later the transfer student went back to school.

There are no transfer students in Minho's memory anymore. All I have is my happy classroom. "

The floor closes the notebook. You can't contain much in a fragment. You have to melt the essence that the director wants to talk about in a short time. In that way, I liked to focus on one character that represented the character and the character's mood swings. If I had put the character in medium-heated heat even though it was short, I would have covered it without reading it.

“What do you think?”

“Is that satire?”

“Yeah, well, it's a social issue these days. It's also made of silver bullion and documentary material. ”

“Are you following Trendra? ”

“I have something like that, but I want to show you. that bullying or silver bullying is not an intentional phenomenon. And the ambiguity of the perpetrator and the victim. And finally, I want to ask people who are watching whether they can or cannot insult Minho. ”

The floor thought, tapping the table. I tried to get up quietly if I didn't see any plans in the vague sound, but she was trying to make a movie with a clear intention. A neatly printed, annotated synopsis on a notebook, and a handwritten treatment on the back. The treatment didn't seem complete, but it was enough to know that there was a framework in mind.

“What do you think?”

The floor asked the relief in front. Relief is stupefied.

“Sounds good. I'm really surprised.”

“That sounds like the first time you've heard it today, right? ”

“Oh, I've never heard of it. ”

The floor sees the conch. I'm smiling beautifully. He pushed the notebook towards Conch.

“I think there's something I need to take care of before we get into that. The producer over there says he doesn't want to make a movie, and the freshman here is getting excited. I want you to decide which step to follow first. ”

If the intention is clear and willing to try, the floor will be willing to participate. I am free to comment and gain experience as much as I don't need to feel burdened. It's not bad. However, the opinions of those who need to make the film are growing. This was definitely something to move forward with.

“I'm going to make a movie. Isn't that right, sir? ”

Sora looks at relief. Relief did not answer. The conch empowers both sides and reaches for relief. I saw the relief flicker.

“You said Guando, right? ”

“Huh."

“I'm sorry, can I have your number? ”

“My number? Why?”

“If not, should I call the kid next door and ask him to put you on the phone? ”

“Oh, no. I'll give you my number. ”

He seems to have noticed. The floor stored a number of relief on the phone.

“Then let me know when you're done. ”

“Sir!"

You glance at the herald behind you and close the club door.

* * *

“The mill?”

The sea set its eyes to its name. I couldn't understand why that name came out of my brother's mouth.

“I can tell by the look on your face. ”

“I know, I know. King Jae-Soo. What a jerk. ”

“Cutting it right off. ”

“Of course, but how did you know her? ”

“It was our school. ”

“Really? That's weird. I thought she studied well. ”

“I know you study well. ”

“We were in the same class. How do you really know that? You don't even know the face of a freshman. Are you in the play department? ”

“No.”

“Then?”

“They say they make movies. He asked me for help. ”

“Oh, movies. ”

“What do you know? ”

“He used to say that. I want to be your director. He seemed to know a little bit about you. Oh, right. Did you know that she violated you? When I was in the drama for a while, he said it was easy to get out. ”

“If you're referring to the sideshow, yes. It's easy to get out. ”

My brother nodded without refuting. Then he naturally puts the tomatoes in his mouth. The sea didn't like the way it looked.

“Easily get out? ”

“Yeah. It's a concept. ”

“What about the murderer? ”

“I got lucky. I went out for a run, and then I started filming with my contacts. ”

“Ah, lucky me. So he's right? How unfair was I, and she's right? She's right? ”

The sea poked his brother's calf in the back of a fork. My brother folds his legs and climbs up onto the couch.

“You're not mad? He ignored you. ”

“If I get mad at each of those things, I can't live in society later. ”

“Woosh.”

I tried to shoot one more word. At this time, my insides seem to be uselessly wide. Or stupid.

“Even when you cried, was it because of her? ”

“What's that supposed to mean? ”

“Last time, you said someone told you it was fake. Is that a cow?”

“Yeah, that's him. When I think about it for real, I get a fever. ”

“But you, did you take that autograph school and say something like this? I picked it up because I'm close to the guy who built it. ”

The sea avoided his gaze. In fact, my brother told me not to brag when I gave him my autograph and TTO tickets. I nailed it because it was hard to get it back. But the sea wanted to show the kids more, and he got tickets and signatures easily. And then the conch grabbed it and grabbed it.

“That's a cliché, isn't it? ”

“He asked me very confidently. Do you know him? ”

“So what did you say? ”

“You said you didn't know each other. ”

“Why! You know that. He put me on the phone the other day. ”

“I'm not saying you know people that well. I really don't listen. Do you like TTO, or do you like to support your kids when they have TTO stuff? ”

He was a grumpy older brother, but the sea could not excuse him. You were the one who did what you were told not to do. And since I was bragging about whether I signed up to be grumpy, I have nothing more to say.

“Yes, it's all my fault. I'm bad, and it's all my fault. You got it? ”

As I held out my mouth, my brother smiled shyly and smiled. The sea lets out a sigh of relief. He was a brother who went up to high school and changed so much that he couldn't adapt, but now he can handle it somewhat. When I was in middle school, my brother yelled and hit me first, but now I feel sorry for him, and he forgives me first. I laughed deeply and looked at my brother.

“What are you going to say? ”

“No. The conch was bad. ”

“The conch is bad. I was mean. Huh. ”

“Okay, okay. Here, take this. It's delicious with sugar. ”

My brother put a tomato on my fork. The sea folds its way through the gaping look on its face. I almost heard the nagging, but it went well. Hooray. The sea has opened its mouth, thinking this is an opportunity. I needed to change the subject.

“But the conch is shooting a movie? ”

“They say it's for the Youth Film Festival. ”

“He's bad luck, but he's good at his job. He was the captain in the same class. He said he didn't want to do it all, but he raised his hand and took care of it. ”

The sea chewed the tomatoes from its mouth and swallowed them.

“So what? ”

“I don't know yet. ”

“You want to do it? ”

“It's good to have experience. ”

“You didn't like the conch, did you? I report directly to my sister. ”

“Write novels, write novels. ”

“I'm just saying. She's not a pretty face. ”

“He was kind of cute. ”

“Brother!"

“I'm just saying. ”

The sea reveals its teeth, making a big impression. My brother looks away, scratching his eyebrows.

“Should I not? ”

“Oh no, I heard you have experience. Then we should.”

“You don't like him? ”

“Brother, do I still look like a middle school student? I'm not a kid anymore. I'm in high school. Mature, I mean. I'm sure Kangaroo is a shitty boyfriend, but I can keep my eyes closed. And he wasn't exactly the prodigal son of a bitch who did what he wanted to do. ”

“Your grades are subtle. ”

“I told you, she's a mature high school student. Don't take me personally, too. Work in a cool, adult way. Okay?"

“Yes, I'll listen. ”

Just like that, the sea looked at my brother, wrapped around his head. He slapped the fork on the head and went to the sink with an empty bowl.

“If you have any dishes, bring them. ”

“I have a cup in my room! ”

The sea pointed to the room with its chin towards the brother who was looking at it. My brother sighs and goes into the room. You win. The ocean turns on the TV channel with a happy smile.

* * *

The floor saw the sea sitting in the living room once before closing the visit. I think it's acting and grumbling, but I can see it all.

‘Cute, cute. ’

After closing the door, I sat on the bed. I had a rough idea what a conch was like. A kid who sticks together with confidence. But I don't think that's all I bought. I don't think he had a good relationship with his brother, but that's not enough to assess his personality. People need to know. It is dangerous to discriminate between people through other people's mouths.

He took out his cell phone and found his phone number. Now that I have some insight into Conch, it was the director's turn. I need to know what happened to the filmmaking department to be able to decide whether to accept or reject the request.

-Hello?

I greeted the voice from across the street.

“Is Guando your cell phone? ”

- Yes, it's me.

“That's enough. Can I talk to you for a second? ”

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Chicken feet... are not my style.

Briquettes? Charcoal? I don't know what to say. It smells so good.

Ugh... It looks terrible.

I'm a fiddle digger, too. He's spicy enough to burn his mouth, but I have to love him.

* * *

Referrals, always appreciated

Coupon, thank you. Thanks to you, I rent a room.

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