Big Life

25 – Do not laugh (6) 25 – Do not laugh (6) "Let's be careful in the street."
"Oh, who sees. Our representative, you are shy again. "
"Let's meet at the pool."
"It's not always possible to do this. take it
The sex offender seemed to have a heart attack.
I remember what I said about the entertainment industry reporter, Hyung Jin, at the bar. The moment of the scoop comes suddenly without any notice.
"Have you eaten lunch?"
"I was starving to eat with my dad. I'm on a diet. "
"I do not have anything to lose."
Tongmyong and Bora started to move in parallel with each other.
As the sex offender tried to chase after him, the camera mode was canceled as his cell phone rang. It was a call from my senior reporter Hyung Jin.
"Sir, I'll call you back later."
As soon as I saw him, I saw him.
As always, the innocent and incongruous words of my brother came back.
What? What kind of scoop did you catch?
"Yes, I got it." – Really? What is it?
"I'm calling right away. If you look at it, you'll be surprised and frustrated backwards. I cut it off. "
The mobile phone has returned to the camera mode.
In the middle of the angle, the same name and Bora stood side by side.
The sex offender continued to pursue it closely, led by a tight grip. As a reporter, it was a pleasure, but the person who looked at it was wrongly touched once.

*** At the end of the corridor of the EBC radio station are vending machines and chairs.
It was a place to rest if time left for rebuilding. Even now, he was trying to drink a cup of coffee ahead of the broadcast.
'Oh my, I left my wallet in the car.'
The reconstruction was flooded and rummaged through the pockets.
I did not get one hundred won coin anywhere in my pocket.
There was no one to know, and his two puppies, which looked around, were enlarged.
"Good morning, Mr. Ha."
I approached my eyes and gave a greeting with a smiling face. The EBC representative announcer still has a fine beauty.
"Hello, Mr. Hye-sang. Long time no see."
"Iknow, right. The sun has just passed. Did you come because of artist's night today? "
"Yes, that is correct. What about Mr. Hye-sang? "
"I am a guest of baroque music. I'm in a position similar to Dr. Ha, not the host. "
Hye-sang laughed, making both eyes crescent-shaped. Then pointing at the vending machine, she asked.
"For coffee?"
"Oh, yes … Did you come to have a drink with Hye-sang? I just left my wallet now … "
The reconstruction was back to the empty pouch and blurred.
Hye Sang stepped off the zipper of his handbag.
"It looked like it did."
"Oh, have you already seen …? It's embarrassing. "
"You've had it before, so I'll buy it today. Could I have a cold here, too? "
"Yes, thank you."
Two cans of coffee dropped in succession.
Rebuilding pulled out the coffee faster than Hyeon – sae trying to hold his skirt and bend his leg.
Gomapseumnida
"The subject of drinking is based on the degree of serving."
The two sat down side by side in a long chair.
Hye-seop said with an eye to the white window.
"You'll marry this year."
"Yes, it probably will."
"You are a beautiful bride. So pretty, why the staff of the game company SNS was not even frenzy. "
"Haha, I will. Unlike what happens, there is no shovel in the part that reveals itself. I do not like it in my favorite field. "
"You must send a wedding invitation when you get married."
"I will send you by all means. Hye-sang would not come to the conclusion of the guests' reaction. "
Is it because I have passed the time and ate another year?
The two people who talked were comfortable.
At the edge of the corridor, people's big and small footsteps occasionally rang.
A cup of coffee in a quiet cozy common room was very tasty.
"What is Hyeon-sang these days …?"
"Then Mr. Haha now …."
Both of them closed their mouths at the same time and laughed.
"Mr. Ha first, please."
"It's not a big deal," said Hye-sang.
"I'm not special, I'm wondering what you're writing these days."
Reconstruction wants to answer it.
PD, who showed up at the end of the corridor, waved his hand toward reconstruction. It was a signal that it was ready for broadcasting.
"I'm sorry, but I think I should go in now. The answer will be broadcast today. "
"Yes, teacher. Fighting. "
As if Hye – Sang cheered, I listened to both fists.
He rebuilt his fist with his fist and stood up. I was overwhelmed by the steps across the hallway.

*** "Baby, give me one more apple."
"I am not cutting it, ma'am."
Classical masterpieces were flowing out on the TV in the living room.
It was a deep night when most people were sleeping. The high-rise apartments outside the terrace were all turned off except for a few houses.
"I'll have to sleep now."
Myeongseok came back with an apple dish.
Eugene, lying on the sofa, laughed and accepted the dish.
"You're looking to fall asleep."
"Casablanca?"
"Uh, I can watch dozens of times. Ingrid Bergman is beautiful. "
"I was so sad that I did not see it again."
In response, he looked back at the living room, which was clean.
It was the apartment which I saved with two nesting place. I invested one day and finished cleaning all the rooms from the living room and the kitchen neatly.
The area of ​​38 pyeong was never narrow. Nonetheless, instead of writing people, Eugene was the affection of the bright spot for the baby.
"This is not bad for the baby."
"Oh, it's an incredibly useless worry. It's not a horror movie. "
"If you learn to farewell before you meet the world, you should do it."
"Uh, um … is it strangely persuasive?"
Eugene stroked his belly and muttered, eventually turning off the TV.
She was smiling happily as she put her head on her shoulder, and she was the happiest woman in the world.
"I feel like I've forgotten something."
"I would have forgotten to sleep. Now go inside. "
Gyeongseok grabbed Eugene's hand and raised it gently.
Eugene stepped into the room and clapped her hands.
"Oh, I remember. Today is your radio. "
"Oh, the artist's night?"
I turned on the radio.
The broadcast of reconstruction was also very important to him. I had forgotten cleanly all day cleaning and taking care of the house.
"Quickly guess. It'll be over soon. "
"Wait, come out now."

[…] Next, what you really expect from your readers is a new work. What are you writing about these days?
[Uh, yes. First of all, I am diligently writing the rest of the short stories to be included in the marketplace. I think that if you write three more works, you can make one book.]
[I am very excited as a reader. One of the novels to be included in the short story book was made as a three-part drama and it was airing though it was not yet released.
Yes, you have. I wrote the scenario again based on the completed novel.]

Myeongseok and Eugene were sitting side by side on the road sofa.
The modest voice of the facilitator and reconstruction rang the night world.

[The drama reaction was very good. Even though it was a one-piece drama, the audience rating was two digits in the first airing. Wait a minute, here's the data … Yes, it was 14%. How did you feel at that time?]
[I was surprised. There was an original story that there was a sea of ​​twenty years old that had been filmed before, or the sea. I do not think this is the power of the title.]
[The power of the title? What else does that mean?]
[There are people around me talking together. I do not have enough sense to make a title. Marketplace was originally titled Market and People. It was called out for being too old-fashioned and became the title of the present.]
The moderator laughed, unable to bear it.
Myeongseok and Eugene, who were listening, burst out laughing.
It seemed that the seriousness of reconstruction appeared in front of me.

[Are there any other arrangements besides marketplaces?]
[We are preparing to utilize the various breaths of the perfume completed by Pungchun Yu. I think I can give you a few more words about Breath after I get clear. Others … There is an article that started to prepare with something ambiguous.]
[Ambiguous mind?]
[Recently, I have been thinking about human malice. Everyone should have been, but I have never met a lot of people I met while living. I have been reminded of the malice I have felt so far without knowing myself.]

"Have you heard from the author about this evil story?"
"No, not yet."
With a gentle expression of majesty, I replied that one clown is dull.
I'm going to hear about the new work of reconstruction on the radio first.
I could not afford to get a house with Eugene and clean up the busiest neighborhood.
It was only a few times to call in and say hello. Sorry for rebuilding, the heart of the moon is full of chest.

[The evil of man ……… It is the expression that the spine coolens somewhat just to hear it. Is it a full-length novel? I wonder what the genre is like.]
[Nothing is decided. First of all, I am synthesizing the evil feelings that I felt through the people around me, and I'm figuring out the characters first. I think I can think about the genre or the story after the person is finished.]
[Sure the hero is evil?]
[She is sharp.]

The bright spot grabbed the pen and diligently sketched the words of reconstruction. When you meet reconstruction and talk about your new work, you can go right to the point.
The voice of the reconstruction was still flowing out from the speaker.

[There are actually two editors who I really like and learn in many ways. I need one of them, but I can not get in touch with him when he is very busy these days.]
[Could you tell me something about borrowing this place?]
Thank you. Well, my dear editor Oh. It is too long to meet and have a drink. I would like to see. I'll have a drink for you and the editor will give you all the money.]

The pens that stopped the pen were laughed with a tight mouth. Eugene of the side hugged him tightly.
"I should not be able to meet the artist because of the baby."
Yeah, right. It is the malice of a person.
Myeongseok watched the clock and estimated the time of the end of the broadcast.
Then I started composing an e-mail to rebuild.
Although he was kicked out of the house, he is still the editor of the male castle. And reconstruction is the most important writer. It is time to move again.

*** "No, it can not be unconditionally."
"What can not be done, sir? Why? "
The rooftop of our main building.
The sex offender asked her forehead a frown.
Hyung Jin, a senior entertainment reporter in front of her eyes, was already pulling out three cigarettes.
"Do you know how much advertising we put in the same name?"
"What does that matter? Should the reporter notice that and write articles? "
"The boss hates! Do not you know that the president, Why do not you have a bitch like this? Do you want to sing? "
"Yes, I will. You can write it. "
"Come on, it's a real fucking person …!"
Hyunjin flashed the white smoke.
It was a sign that there was something to be said about squatting.
But in the end, he could not speak, and he turned away.
"Put your hands on your chest."
"What else are you going to do?"
"Put your hands on your chest, you bastard."
The sexist put his hand on my chest as though I had a sick face.
"I put it on, why?"
"Is it hot?"
"Of course, I'm sick, but not hot, then?"
"Your heart is originally hot, you cock!"
He hurried to throw a cigarette.
"I say it a few times, but you are not a reporter. Do you feel this is purely scooped? "
"What do you want to say?"
"I know that you are prepared to be single and backward alone. But why bother trying to break it? Is it because of reconstruction? "
“······!” "You look right. I mean, right? Or just deny it, let your breasts cool down!
The sex offender took a cigarette in his hand. Then it took no more than 30 seconds and I smoked a cigarette of a goby and turned it back to the floor.
"Smoke a bit of a cigarette. I do not think so. "
"Hey, Hyun Seong!"
"Do not poke the director first. I'll go down first. "
The sex offender left the roof without a hitch.
HyungJin eventually failed to catch him.
The back of the junior who was moving away was overlapping with himself a long time ago.
By noon when the sun strikes the top of the head.
The breaking news broke the shell and exploded in the middle of the world.
An article published by Sung Seung Sung began to dominate the Internet portal sites and SNS in an instant.

25 – Do not laugh (6) End