Great Novelist

Did you see that?

“It’s just, I can’t tell you exactly what it is, but it’s the vibe. ”

He put the Sundanese in the Tteokbokki soup and said with a serious look.

“It feels more real. ”

“Was the bird trail like a story you made up? ”

The scroll shakes its head heavily.

“It’s different. ”

He told me honestly how he felt.

“It’s been stimulating from the beginning. Distorted characters tend to feel distant, but they don’t. I feel like I’ve seen it firsthand and observed it and written it. That’s probably because the description is delicate. It feels like a colorful coincidence has evolved a little more. ”

“Really?”

“Yes, you can read about it. What? How could he write something like this? I wonder if there was anyone we could consult nearby? ”

“Maybe. ”

He cared about the words. The scroll continued.

“It’s easy to recall and easy to import images thanks to the sentences that you write in detail. It reads well in words. I’m dealing with a dark and heavy topic. ”

The scroll flashed in both eyes.

“I haven’t written a debut in less than a year. ”

He dodges his eyes slightly.

“Coincidence is great. ”

It is burdensome.

He scratched his nose at that thought.

“I think so. I don’t know. ”

“That’s because you haven’t read the coincidence. I’ll read it all and lend it to you within the day. ”

I don’t need it. He muttered to himself like that. It is because they know that if they spit it out from their mouths, they will only say more and not give up.

“I want to be a novelist too. ”

The inscription said small.

He turned his back on the matter rather quietly.

“You will be, too. ”

His dream is to be a writer. And that dream will come true. I have seen him play a long time as a writer in the past.

“That’s right.”

He nods without denying. He was not one to be ashamed of his goals.

“It’s delicious here. ”

The scroll says, “He smiles a little and empathizes with his words.”

“Delicious.”

The two of them ate for a long time, and he raised his cup. I realized that I drank all of it before checking the inside with light weight.

He looked inside an empty cup and said something that came to mind.

“The vacation is over. ”

The chopsticks of the notebook stopped.

“Too bad.”

He joked when he said that it wasn’t like that.

“I hope it’s permanent vacation, right? ”

“I wish I could stay another month. ”

He proposed a realistic compromise.

“What are you going to do in a month? ”

The scroll looked at the book and said,

“I’ll read the sound of crying with my mind at ease. ”

“I’m not going to read it all month. ”

He thinks for a moment and opens his mouth slowly.

“Maybe when I finish this book, I’ll be writing. ”

“What article? ”

“I don’t know. I guess so. ”

The bold tone made him feel something. I feel that his words will come true while eating Tteokbokki and Sundae at a local restaurant, holding chopsticks in one hand.

And I have a feeling that it will lead him to a writer.

“I think so. ”

“Huh?”

“I really think you’re writing. ”

There was no law that required a debut in the year of his debut. Maybe he started it quite early. So let’s trim and polish and take some time to make the debut of the paragraphs.

“If you write, show me. ”

“Maybe not. ”

“So if you use it, ”

The scroll nods happily. I’m already excited about his story.

He said playfully.

“Aren’t you doing the paragraph debut with that? ”

“I hope so. ”

“Horses become seeds. ”

He shrugged his shoulders and looked at the talking Lord.

“If you become a writer, will you meet a coincidence? ”

“· · · will definitely come. ”

He was calling him by his own name, but his real name was profound. Surely a day will come when we will meet by coincidence and scripture, not by august and inequality. He’ll make his debut, and he’ll continue to write as a writer.

He ate the last remaining Tteokbokki and said.

“Not enough. ”

They added Tteokbokki and fries.

He went on his way back in uniform. If you go up and down the hill, the school comes out. The closer I got to the school, the more students were dressed in uniform.

“Australia.”

A familiar voice comes from behind my back. It was spring.

“How was your vacation? ”

“Yes. What about you? ”

“I’ve been well, too. Less time off from school. ”

Spring and Australia walked side by side. The silence went on for a moment, but it was not uncomfortable. He took a walk looking at the buildings that were cooked by the snow.

It was spring that I spoke first.

“Did you see that? ”

“What?”

“Crying.”

Kaaaah.

The crow cried at the right time.

He asked with a hasty reply.

“Well, did you read it? ”

“Of course. It’s a coincidence. ”

Then she tried to get a fake coincidence to sign. Compared to West and Baron, she seems to make less tea, but she is also a fan of coincidence.

Spring, like any enthusiastic fan, told me a story that I did not ask.

“Of course, coincidences don’t break expectations. I can’t believe they’re the same age. He even admired how he could write such a thing. ”

“Is that it? ”

“Yes! That was great. You’re too angry to read. But also sad. I also felt a little bit of birdstream, but the writer seems to be really good at writing sad stories. A story that makes the reader sad rather than sad. ”

“I see.”

Spring was an excitedly quiet tone. He quietly listened to her story.

“Boys!”

“A good painting.”

At that time, he hung up on me, waving his hands from afar. When I saw her, I waved my hand in joy. He waved a small hand beside him.

“Spring, did you see that? ”

As soon as Seonhwa came, he said so.

“What?”

“The cartoon I recommended. A live comic book maestro has written a new book in 10 years! Oh, my God, I love it! ”

It was a familiar conversation. Unfortunately, the story of springtime was quickly stopped today.

“Sorry, I’m reading something else. ”

“Huh. What? I came to school to brag. ”

“Haha, you just got a new writer by chance. Haven’t you read it? ”

“Oh, what a coincidence. ”

He scratched the back of his head and said.

“I bought a book because people were in a commotion, but I haven’t read the comic book yet. No matter how accidental, you can’t beat a living maestro. ”

He spoke in a solemn voice. He smiled and said, pushed to the sleeping maestro.

“I’d be disappointed to hear that. ”

“I can’t help it. I’m a doorman, but I also prefer cartoons. ”

“Then go inside the comic book. ”

A familiar voice intervenes in the middle.

“This is Seogwang.”

Spring called out his name. When I met him at the front gate, Shenzhen said to him before he even greeted him.

“When did you become a gatekeeper and now you’re talking about it? ”

“That’s why it’s a problem. When did this become a book? A comic book? ”

“What’s wrong with an art deputy? ”

“Guys, I’m going to get mad at you. ”

The teachers at the school gate looked at this noisy side. Spring looked at the two of them as if they were being eaten. It’s been a long time since the two of them met. Spring still dries it up.

“Did you call for me? ”

“Hello, sunbae. ”

“Huh.”

Baron, the only art minister at the door, was walking with both hands in his pockets. The big size was noticeable everywhere.

The door janitors gathered in a hurry to climb the stairs, chattering excitedly as always. It seemed like everyone was doing well.

When I arrived on the first floor, I saw the tired face of the teacher coming out of the office.

“Who was so noisy? You guys. ”

“Mr. Moon! Hello.”

He greets him gladly. Teacher Moon sighed.

“The vacation is over, isn’t it sad? ”

The teacher makes that noise. A sincere look came from his weary face. He laughed because he was so much like Moon’s teacher. The other children smiled joyfully and replied to Mr. Moon.

“It’s okay. You have your stamp book. ”

“Okay. I’ll see you in class. ”

“Yes.”

So, six of the gatekeepers moved to their places. Baron climbs one more floor and the sunflower and spring enter their class. The same was true of Australia and Seogwang.

He had to be asked by Seogwang before he put down his bag.

“Did you see that? ”

“Haha.”

It’s a question I hear a lot about.

He said with a happy face how he interpreted how he was reacting with a furry smile.

“You saw it, too! Crying! I was so moved to see you. He’s accidentally buying two extra copies. What a coincidence. ”

With the face described above, he quickly spilled out the art of crying, the greatness of coincidence, the overall content and atmosphere. He bends his chin and sometimes nods and listens to him.

Seogwang is a serious face.

“I was impressed by the symbol of Sarah in this piece. ”

and said,

“The bird. ”

“Yes. In bird tracks, it was a object of horror. But this time, it was very subtle. The bird that came back to life. ”

“Hmm.”

“At first, I thought it was maternal love. I thought maternal love was supposed to be a non-lethal device, but I also thought maybe it was a real escape. ”

He was interested in his interpretation.

“What if it’s real? ”

“She’s pregnant, she’s smoking, she’s drinking, she’s tough. You know that kind of behavior is bad for the baby. She didn’t want to think of a future to regret. As a result, maybe he took the baby to the bird he killed in the past? That the baby will live just as the bird has lived. ”

Seogwang calmly unraveled his interpretation. It was a reasonable interpretation. He nods.

“Good interpretation. ”

“I didn’t finish the definition of birds. That means I left it to myself. Coincidence in thinking about the enjoyment of readers is a really good writer. ”

Eventually, it came to an end with a compliment from the writer. He opens his mouth, smiling at the jokes of a sudden head.

“Could it be that coincidence has computationally put Sarah’s concept into the novel? ”

I narrowed my eyebrows a little.

“What, are you trying to say it’s a coincidence? His name is coincidence?”

“I don’t care what your name is. ”

He shrugged.

“Maybe there’s some overestimation. There’s a word for bubbles. ”

Did you see that?

lim Han-baek