Life, Once Again!

Tens of millions of reeds were carrying the setting sun. The floor placed its hands on the fence, and saw the sun set over it, and the man moving slowly on the boat.

“This is where I look when my head gets complicated. When I saw the reed swaying without resistance along the wind, my head felt clear. ”

“I think I know the feeling. ”

I walked behind Jungjin Park. I crossed a wooden bridge made of walking courses. People took pictures of the reeds flanked by the sides. I also sent a picture of the crested reed to Autumn. With a message to come with me later.

“What kind of acting would Mr. Floor like to do? ”

Heavy intensity stopped walking and asked. It was off course and unpopular. All I could see was ten million reeds and a whirling reed.

“It's most embarrassing to be asked these questions. I haven't really thought about it. I served my part, I served my part. ”

“There are actors like that sometimes. People who don't have a goal or a destination, but don't put it on a specific act. So what is your goal as an actor? ”

“One is making a lot of money, and the second is getting recognized. I would like to hear the role that I could not have imagined otherwise. ”

“The second goal might be harder than winning a prize. because at this point, there's not a lot of learning to do that. ”

“So the first goal is realistic, and the second goal is unrealistic. ”

“You're confident in making big money. ”

“I don't know about anything else, but I think I have money and a man's clothing. If you don't make a big fool of yourself, the money will be fine. ”

“I can't say no. If you look at Mr. Floor's acting, you're sure as hell not going to starve to death. It's an award that will sell well even if you don't attract attention as a lead. ”

“That's a relief to hear you say that. So all we have to do now is pretend without worrying? ”

“Don't believe too much. I don't know the way ahead of me, 'cause I get a lot of fuck-ups. I've had a really bad breakdown in the past. ”

Jungjin checked the time and asked you to find a restaurant nearby. As soon as I got out of the reed colony, I entered the house of knife noodles. Before the winter came, the shop was crowded with people who came to see the ripe reeds. I wanted to have a room, but I sat at the corner table because I said there were more than eight of them. I ordered noodles and buckwheat.

“I was convinced by the independent films I had taken before. Mr. Maru is a skilled actor in dealing with violence. It's cruel, it's shameless, it's understated, and it's not overkill. That's why I want to see it. Mr. Floor brought out what was inside without cause. ”

A knife noodle appeared just as I was about to argue. Seeing that it came out less than 5 minutes after ordering, it seemed to have poured broth on the boiled side. Jungjin said let's eat first. I shoved a pair of chopsticks in my mouth. I tasted the bitter broth even before chewing the slippery cotton.

“If I'd known this, I should have searched for a good restaurant. ”

The severity didn't fit my mouth. The next buckwheat war was also broke out. The flavor was worse than the red pepper paste.

“I looked it up as I came in, but the blog says it's a good place to eat. ”

The floor showed me the screen of the phone. It was a store with a thriving restaurant title. Severe tongue.

“Everywhere I go, there's trouble with the commercials. I used to be able to get quality information, but it's been a mess ever since advertisers came in and didn't know it was going to be money. ”

Jungjin raised his hand and told the waiter to take the noodles. The waiter embarrassed me and asked.

“Hey, what's going on? ”

“I can't eat it because it's empty. Take the preaching, and, if possible, tell the person who made this in the kitchen. If you want to spend money on blogs, you should pay more attention to food. I'm not saying anything to her. I have a complaint with the person who made this. ”

The waiter disappeared into the kitchen with leftovers in the tray. I've known about the director's peculiar nature for a long time, but I've never seen such stubbornness in food. The floor was told not to fit the mouth, so I was careful to fill my stomach, but the director was different.

“Director, can we find another shop nearby? You have to eat. ”

I was bitten and had no reason to sit down. Severe head shakes. I was waiting for something to happen. Jungjin called for another waiter who was on his way.

“Bring me two noodles and a buckwheat. ”

“Please wait a moment. I'll be right out.”

He was a director who did the same thing with the food he sent back. The waiter picked up the order. You pick up your ballpoint pen and stop to check. It's because of the noodles and buckwheat wars that have already been cast.

“Sir, haven't you ordered yet? ”

The floor is silent because I can't speak back. The answer came from the director's mouth.

“I'm out.”

“Then why……. ”

“It's not a problem, so please place your order. Two noodles, one buckwheat. ”

“Got it.”

A straight line waiter walks into the kitchen with a ballpoint pen. Shortly after, there was a knife noodle and buckwheat battle. The floor looked heavy with chopsticks.

“Aren't you eating? ”

“I was wondering what you were doing. ”

“Try it first. It could have been a mistake earlier. ”

The floor moved its chopsticks. It was cotton and broth that trampled the expectation that it would be different. It was no different from the first time. The cotton is slippery on the outside, the insides are less ripe, and the soup is empty. After tasting the same chopsticks again, the director pushed the bowl of knife noodles aside. By now, the floor wanted to go to the kitchen and tell her. There's a very stubborn customer here.Please make one.

The Battle of Medellín was completely healed. The dough was not crude. The director cleared the battlefield without saying anything. The floor was expected to do something serious. A waiter was passing by right in front of me. It was the woman who received the first order.

The floor knew that the first waiter who received the order was consciously not approaching this table. I went to the table right next to the more pruning but didn't give it a glance. The waiter who was about to go back with the bowl of food was serious. For a moment, the waiter's face became sad. It's happening again, "eyes said.

“Two noodles, please. Take this to the kitchen. To the man who made it possible. ”

“Again?"

“Yes. Again. ”

“Hey, don't do that.... ”

“No, I'd like to. If you're uncomfortable going back and forth, give me the tray. I'll go myself. ”

“Yes?”

“Please. I need to see the face of the creator. ”

“That's a bit……. ”

I was a restless waitress. I was strangely troubled. At first I thought it was an awkward request to speak, but now I don't know what to do with the tasteless noodles as if it were my own. Among the many waiters that Jungjin was going to look forward to, it would be related to the call of this person. I felt like I knew the store owner more than just serving hall service. Maybe he's the one in there with no cotton.

“Sir, if the food is weird, you don't have to calculate, so please cancel the order. ”

The waiter said, one employee cannot be involved in the calculation of money. I felt like I was the owner, an inside man, or a relative.

“I'm not the kind of guy who doesn't pay for his food. I'll do the math, so bring two noodles. Plenty of time.”

The dizzy person would have retreated, but he was not ready to budge until the noodles came out, twisting his legs. The waiter who rolled his feet ended up in the kitchen with a bowl on a tray. Even if I said it small, I'd be interested by now. They were all forcibly eating bad noodles. I didn't want to ruin my travel mood, so I didn't want to argue because all the tourist attraction restaurants are like this. The floor twists slightly. I felt overwhelmed by the eyes of the women watching intensely as they cheered for the soccer game on the other side. I felt like I wanted it. I hope you can kick some ass at a store that sells horrible noodles.

"Director, if you get the same noodles again, will you order again?"

"What do you think I should do about Mr. Floor?"

"You'll order the noodles."

"I don't know if you can read my mind already, but this is going to be so much fun. It's worth coming here for. Because the director and the actor were right."

"I wanted to say I don't have to do the math."

"Then we still don't understand each other. That's great. I don't plan on filming with puppets, so let's take some time to get to know each other."

"So you're finally going to order the noodles?"

"Since I'm down to Jeollanam, I'll post a sale here. Let's sell noodles to build buildings in Gangnam."

The floor folds its arms. It was a wall made of iron, not man. The spell that opens the door is the right number of noodles. I wonder if rumors of strange guests have circulated amongst the employees.

All the working women were looking this way. It would have been easier to deal with a customer who bragged about being angry and not paying, but it would have been a problem if he asked me to keep bringing food out like a director.

"I hope the noodles come soon. Second bowl, but I'm hungry."

Listening to the director, the floor smiles. What do you think they'll do in the kitchen? If you are a grumpy owner, you will insist on what you are doing. If you are a shameless owner, you will continue to bring a dirty noodle soup. All I could do was sit back and watch. It won't be easy to change the mind of a genius stuck in a strange place.

"Director."

"What's the matter?"

"I was involved for two days when you filmed 'em.'"

"I think it's been about seven years. I really liked the idea that Mr. Maru came up with at the time. Maybe Mr. Floor has been in my head ever since."

"Thank you for taking such good care of me. But the thing that surprised me for two days was that the take-out was mostly low, except for the important action scenes. I often cut and pass at the same time."

"Most commercial films go like that. Efficiency is as important as making money. That's why I needed help from Ms. Yang. We trap actors who want to play shyly, and then we battle with stories. It's like a blog ad. I don't care if it tastes good. I'm sorry to say I ordered the noodles, but I'm having an affair with Romens when someone else does."

"Yes, I do. I really want to ask you this, but the movie that you are entering this time...."

"No."

Before he finished speaking, Jungjin said. The floor sighs deeply. I finally understood what the serious words of getting to know each other.

"The look on your face makes you think about what it would be like to work with me. Commercial film efficiency. If you want to cut labor costs, you have to do it fast. But it doesn't have to be. The most important thing in the work is self-satisfaction. Self satisfaction."

The director emphasized twice. The floor saw the tray being carried by the waiter. There was a knife noodle in it. His future was like that one.

"Bring it back. Two noodles."

Jungjin said, "Let's do it again on the floor. '.

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Since last August, I've been thrilled to save up and buy a October plus four, and I haven't bought it in over a year. But... I bought it. Over half a year, three months later, a one-year Pls4 was finally in my hands.

[nonsense response]

This is Hallelujah.

It's the king.

T

It's too difficult.

T

Ass hands. Ass hands!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The last of Earth, called Gadget, is also standing by.

Oh, my head is pounding.

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Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. Thanks to you, I'm writing.

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