Big Life

35 – Is it a house fight (4) 35 – Is it a house fight (4) The bloody air was flowing all over the place.
Lieutenant Daebong crouched in the corner of the warehouse beneath the main street and panted his rough breath.
In one hand, he was holding down the blood, which was crowded with blood. It was in a state of being just before the start of a fuss.
"Fu, the pole of the air?"
Hwadabong turned over his eyes and avoided his back.
"Well, what is identity? How are you …? The pole of the rhythm disappeared completely from the world with the shelf! "
"… It would have disappeared in this world."
The man approached with a cool response.
A young man with a tough streak on his body.
The smile of the young man's blood and scars was laughing. Spraying a living with two eyes.
"You, you ……. You surely met at that time in the water …!
"I'll even talk about that day."
The man lifted his left hand slightly so that his palms pointed to the sky.
In contrast to the transparency of the right hand, a brilliant light bursts out in the left hand.
That, that's … !
"Now, if you join the two pillars that hold the world …"
The man stood with his hands in front of me.
Soon after, the aura of human excellence exploded in the whole body.
His arm was covered with his arms and twisted backward.
"The wind is the second pole of Hwang's drama, Dragon's Hidden Dragon."
"Uh! Please … please let me save … "
After finding out what had happened, Hagi Daebong fell to his knees.
"Please give me a chance. Ho, I'll give you a luxurious funeral and give out all my possessions! Let me give you the opportunity to save your face! "
The man squatted in front of Daebong.
As he pulled out the old armor of silk material, he uttered a voice.
"It was given by the high rollers. I'm a patience patron. "
"Uh, please …!"
"My sister told me. Whenever I can not control anger, open this shell and take out the swallow one by one and tear it. Then you will be able to regain the cold mind. Everything is bullshit.
The man turned off his mouth and turned over to the floor.
Dozens of swallows poured over the lap of Libe Daebong.
"No matter how torn I can not get angry. I've torn over a hundred from yesterday just to get here. But it does not go away … "
The mumble of the man's eyes was tears.
"I'm so angry. I've never been asked to live, but the stupid guy who threw herself and I was so angry that I was angry because I was the disciple who took the blindness as a student. "
The man held a handful of swallow scattered on the floor. I asked them as if they were growing roaring in front of Daebong's nose.
"Do you know how many of my anger is counted?"
"Please, please … forgive me once only.
"There is no end to counting, so I count the swallow. And then I remembered my strength again. He liked the lucky number. The number of people pointing to a person with a will is completely different. I can grow as much garbage like me …. "
"Shut up!"
The man suddenly stretched out his arms and grabbed his neck.
"I can not send you to the wind. I do not think the stupid bitch of a kid I went to first. "
"Go off, go off …!"
Only the whites were left in the eyes of the lobes.
Even if I wanted to say more, I did not get a voice. I felt death coming to my nose.
It is a position that should die but not die. As the emotions of the two people got tangled up, Lieutenant Bong banged his head with all his might.

"Cut! Cut! "
As soon as the director 's signature fell, the staff and manager ran out. Between them there was also a mix of Taebong and stylist.
"I had a hard time, Dojo. The acting was really good. It boiled. "
Taebong stuck his horse and grabbed Dojun 's shoulders from behind his back.
Shortly afterwards, Zuni looked back at both eyes. I still could not escape from Jincheon in the work.
"Do, Do Joon – ah. Are you okay? "
“······.” Tae Joon was standing alone with his assistant.
The actor who played the role of Ji Dae-bong was still in a state of failure. It was the hell itself every day that I played with Dojun. Even in the break time, it is to die and to live like killing oneself.
"Oh, it's hard. No matter how immersed you are. If I thought this was enough, I would have declined firmly when I asked for your understanding beforehand … "
It was more than imagined that Dojun's empathy was enough for the field crew and Chinese actors to tongue out.
If the director was willing to do okay signing, he would re-shoot if he did not like it. It was a dozen times when I was shooting the same scene dozens of times, but never had a hard corner.
"Mr. Dojun, I really like the scene today. Perfect. It can not be better than this. It's really amazing. "
When Do – joon approached, the director said speculation.
This scene is already the third shot. Luckily today's dojun was convinced without any further demands and stepped back.
"You've had a lot of trouble."
Doojun got on the van after bowing to everyone including the director.
If you leave the scene, you go straight to the hotel. And practice the night with a script.
There was no way to waste a minute of time since I began to shoot 'Hyundai Chosun Rock'. The phone of my beloved lover, Chalin, is also nervous enough to reject it.
"Do Jun-ah, I'll have lunch."
"I do not think so, eat your brother."
At the moment I sat in the back seat, Dojun was holding a script. Taebong had a word to say more, but he could not get out of his mouth and sent his eyes to the road manager. It started and the van started.
'I have to pour everything I have …!'
With his eyes on the script, Dojun chewed his cheek.
The burden created by myself was heavy and my breath was blocked several times a day. It was the face of a laughing friend who came to mind every time.
'I can not let you down … · · ·. I, I have to do better. I must be on the real jinchung!
The moment the script in your hand wriggles with a raging emotion.
The cell phone that I had put next to me was trembling. I would not have received it if I did not know who was calling.
However, Dojun had already unintentionally seen the name on LCD.
"· · · · · Hello." – Your voice is not good. Did you sleep?
Reconstruction was asking in a grieving voice.
Dojun tilted his head back and sighed. It was a phone call to reconstruction, but it was not a pleasant feeling. Because it is the highest priority to control the emotions of Jincheon.
"I was on my way to the hostel." – Right. Did you finish the shoot today? In the words of Taebong Lee, the last scene is now …
"Rebuilding ah." – Huh?
"I'm sorry, what are you doing?" – Oh … Yeah. You'll be out of your mind right now. I am sorry to call you when this happens. Suddenly I thought of you …
Reconstruction beyond the radio quickly understood the meaning and responded with a sorry tone.
Dojun was a repulse, but I had already spit it out.
– Do Jun-ae, I still want to say this.
"What is it?" – I'm a stranger who does not even know the actor's beliefs, but I know your acting is enormous. I'm not talking about friends, but I'm serious.
"······." – Park does not match Jincheon stomach. Jincheon is supposed to match Park. "I wish I knew."
Dojun dropped his mobile phone slightly from his mouth and sneaked through his hot breath.
I am sorry to rebuild, but at least I have not heard it out now.
After a while, the reconstruction was added with a small but convincing voice.
– Jincheon Wu is a character who could be born into the world because of you, I want you to know this.
"I got it." – I was sorry to hear it grow longer. I like movies but I take good care of myself. Let's see it in Korea soon.
"Uh, see you later."
As soon as the phone was disconnected, Dojun threw his cellphone out and blindfolded the script.
Taebong looked at him gently, and he was pounding his head with the impression that he was a strong man.

That evening.
Dojun was practically standing alone in front of a full-length mirror and practicing.
"Well done."
It is the ambassador that has already popped out of the mouth more than a hundred times today. Taebong in the next room has been sleeping for a while, lecturing at the end of the countless greetings.
"I have come to see the owner of Dong-Lu and the last poem of Yong Hwang Kwon, I want to hang out with him."
Dozan could not keep up with the script and bite his lips.
If you want the accent to be fine, the look will be disturbed. He suppressed the urge to break the mirror and he chose to breathe again.
Hum…
The calendar on the wall implicitly pierced with two eyes. And he remembered that it was the anniversary of his brother who left the world today. I would have forgotten the movie because of the movie.
"Oh, my gosh …!"
Dojun was in a hurry and took his cell phone. Until now, only the date of his brother has been strictly guarded. No matter how busy I was, there was no way to advance or delay it, but I could not even remember it this year.
Hello? brother?
"Cherine, I was completely forgetting …"
I was afraid to drop the fortune, but I heard and replied.
– No, but I was thinking about when you were asking. Because of the movie, I do not have a mind. I'm so sorry, brother. As soon as the schedule was over, I ran to the wall, but I did not see because the time had already passed.
Really?
Dojun replied with a sigh of voice and squeezed his head.
The only family in the world was forgetting. The nervousness of the brink or the sense of discomfort was not enough. If you did not see the calendar, you might not remember it all month.
– Good luck though.
"Are you glad?"
The invisible Cherine was hesitating as if hesitating.
– Well, thanks to the reconstruction brother ….
"Why is it rebuilt?" – I told you not to. Actually, today's rebuilding brother went to day and sacrificed ….
“What?”
Dojun paused without knowing himself.
"Did you say that?" – No, rebuilding. He said that today is not the date of his brother. He said that he should go even his own.
“······!” Dojun loses his speech with his mouth open.
The days of reconstruction and conversation came to an end.
Was he on his way back from the crypt where his brother slept?
I'm going to hang up your friend 's phone.

– Jincheon Wu is a character who could be born into the world because of you, I want you to know this.

The words of the reconstruction that had been poured out again revived, and it echoed to my ear.
Dojun hung his face with one hand and sat down on the sofa. As the breath rose, my whole body began to shine. I would have to call the reconstruction, but I had no face.
-brother······? Are you crying now ………?
Noisy/ Shut up!
The night was deepening.
Chanin has listened to the sobbing of the beloved man for a long time without saying anything.
*** "Thank you very much for your time, Mr. Ha."
"Please do not say that and eat quickly. It does not taste good if it eats. "
Deputy Minister for Reconstruction and Culture started eating their own seungranggang with their own cutlery.
Reconstruction was a restaurant that I often used during my obscurity. He has always been looking for a place that he liked because he was cheap and the amount was large.
"I was really happy to have your phone, sir."
The assistant spoke carefully and looked at the notice.
He too will now receive reconstruction calls from anyone related to government agencies and politics.
After winning the award at the Gokkur, the request was made to strengthen the political power. This was the moment when reconstruction left school.
Now, he is the only deputy minister of culture who was right to be called.
"In fact … · · · It is noisy just because of the more breath."
"I was making a faint guess."
The reconstruction swallowed the food in the mouth and replied.
The purpose of the visit of the Assistant Secretary was obvious.

Does 'The Breath' end in two parts completely?
Is there room for the third part?
Can you keep writing three and four copies for national interest?

I have come to tell you these questions from members of the Defense Defense Agency and the Minister of Culture.
"Briefly, the second part of Breath was completed in just over half of it. The ending is not yet fully decided whether to leave the third part or the second part. "
"Yes …."
"Moreover, even if you arrange to use the second part of Breath for the third part and finish it, it is not a priority right now."
"Priority, does that mean you are thinking about another work?"
"I just think about it. It is not the stage where we entered the concept. I can not tell you this much now. "
After I finished my meal, I sent the assistant first. Rebuilding poked both hands into his pocket and trudged down the shoulder of the unpaved road.
What I said to the assistant was not a lie.
It is true that I am planning another work.
It was since I could not see the elderly of improved Hanbok.
Reconstruction has been thinking about this everyday.
As the day passed, the burden of my heart, which was born vaguely, grew bigger.

How long did he walk.
It was before the tomb of Dae – sung Bae. The reconstruction that greeted and squatted in front of him opened his mouth with a long sigh.
"Can I use it?"
Yet the cold spring breeze passed through the reconstruction and the tomb. Rebuilding opened the bag zipper down to the bottom. As he pulled out the new, neatly manuscript, he was speaking to himself.
"The margin left before you can fill it … can I fill it with my hand?"

35 – Is it a house fight (4) End