Great Novelist

Meet with him (5)

“Dyspepsia. ”

He knew that indigestion meant something else.

I thought.

What would happen if you were no longer able to digest your emotions? If the viscera stops moving one by one and becomes unacceptable to the emotions anymore, would you still be able to write?

Probably would not be available

“Don’t be so frightened. ”

He raised his head. Hyundai was smiling softly one day.

“You’re not like that stupid guy. ”

“Yes?”

“You said you were curious. ”

It reminded me of a conversation that had been distant for a while. He said he was curious about the existence of the next book.

“Now I know a little bit. ”

“What?”

“I see you’re a reporter. ”

He saw a dish that was almost finished.

“We can live in small quantities. I can write the next one quickly. You’ll be fine if you chew it up. ”

“How was Kang Wool’s writer? ”

He asked without my knowledge. Hyundai smiled and said.

“He was a man who didn’t know efficiency. He ran without even thinking about it. I ate what I could. He doesn’t look good. ”

At that moment, I couldn’t help but wonder about him. I wanted to meet him. Ask Hyundai if you can. But he was no longer in this world. If you ask Hyundai, he won’t be able to make room for you.

But there was one way for a writer. Writing.

I thought that if I acted as a writer, I would meet him at the top of the post someday.

I was really curious about who he was.

Regardless of his feelings, the meal was almost over.

Now there are only three pieces of tomatoes left on the plate. It was similar whether it was in accordance with the speed of Australia.

Three pieces.

There were two topics that came to mind when I said the number 3. First I brought up a story.

“What do you think of the number 3? ”

That’s how he opened his mouth. He said to Hyundai, who looked up.

“There were three pieces of tomatoes left on the plate. ”

Hyundai smiled lightly and said that there was no tension in the conversation. The cowardly underling who spoke so fearlessly was not so bad.

“Number three. It’s an easy number to make sense of. ”

“Why?”

Hyundai waved the utensil in his hand slightly. There was no shortage of attention.

“Earth is the third planet in the solar system, and we eat three meals a day. ”

“pork belly is especially tasty. ”

He added. He was a horse.

“And three medals. In the Olympics, you get to third place. ”

“High school is three years old. ”

“I’ve been divided into a third world since the war. ”

“If you go to Korea, there are three times. ”

“Currently, we are exercising the power of the state by dividing the three. ”

It was fun. This time it was his turn to say. Conversation comes to mind when the number 3. One of them was this guy.

“Do you know the writer Bonjoong? ”

A caring writer who touches things three times and collects luck.

“I was a student of the speaker’s. He’s a writer now. I saw him a few days ago. ”

“You like the number three. ”

“He had a strange habit. ”

Maybe Hyundai knew. Well, someone as sharp as him could never have known such a tingy habit.

“That’s exactly the kind of person he likes. ”

The only friend who would come out of this situation was a yearbook. Seeing his curious eyes, Hyundai opened his mouth.

“He likes the original person. That’s exactly what she wrote. Dull and sometimes fragile. ”

“Yes.”

“I like people with places around the corner. It’s like loving all mankind. ”

“No one is perfect. ”

“Yes, as if there were no perfect sentences. ”

He recalled her subordinates. A comrade who looks depressed and eats like he regrets. Obsessed with the number three.

Then, does it mean that there is a place that stands out to her as well? I would, because I was a person.

It would be the same for Im Hyun-su, the great writer who receives the respect of all writers in one body.

I was reluctant to see the perfect side. I don’t want to be the perfect person.

He ate a piece of the tomato that was making the perfect triangle. The second topic that comes to mind when you swallow.

“It’s also in the mirror. Three brothers.”

The Three Brothers next door, peering at the old man. Firstly, they are greedy and foolish, making rules that are only good for themselves and playing. The two brothers he played with complained, but the first didn’t budge.

When you can’t win with rules that are in your favor, changing your words is common.

It wasn’t just the two brothers who didn’t deserve such a world.

“In the end, the elderly get sidetracked by their younger siblings as they wish. ”

Hyundai nods quietly.

“And I lost my family. ”

The old man, who was deeply pleased with his first misfortune, is sentenced to be alone with a single phone call. There is no one in the mirror but themselves to listen to.

“Merciless.”

That’s what he said. Cruel. I wanted someone to show mercy to the elderly as well as to the first. The whole time I was reading, I brought it to the elderly, and when I covered the book, I fell in love with this feeling.

“Hmm.”

The craftsman who made up such a merciless story was just sitting with his face intact.

“Now that you mention it, I’d like to hear your interpretation. ”

Hyundai said with an interested eye.

“Where are you? ”

It was an old man’s line.

At the end of the story, the old man asks. Where is it? It was telling itself. I was checking the location. A chaos of identity. The book did not reveal the end of the old man.

What happened to the shaken old man after the story? I’ve also asked this question. There was an old man’s end who had been anticipating since I first read Hyundai’s article.

He smashed the remaining two pieces of tomatoes on the plate. Juice poured out.

“Dead.”

“Why?”

Hyundai asked why.

“People can’t live alone. ”

“Did you ever think that someone else would show up? ”

“I haven’t tried it. I’ve imagined myself falling in love with a new family. But I think that’s kind of sad. ”

“What’s sad? ”

“The stubborn old man is gone. I wish I could stay in my own way. If you cannot die, it is better to guard the house by yourself. ”

“Poor old man, isn’t he? It’s the way it is.”

It was a laughable voice.

Obviously, the position of the elderly was an interpretation I had never thought of. But I didn’t think an old man would be happy because he had a new family. The old man he knew was like that.

It was all an idea with no basis.

He took the smashed tomatoes with his mouth.

“You’re supposed to read the book the way you want. ”

Hyundai admitted it with calm eyes.

“Then, shall we have dessert? ”

That’s how the meal ended.

He left for a moment and headed to the restroom. The conversation with Hyundai was strange. When I was talking and receiving horses, I found myself quite tired when I looked back a while. It was that he was desperate to follow his story.

Wing.

I washed my hands and looked at my phone, and there was a text from the West. It said I was curious about the situation here. He replied roughly.

Then the scribe said. This place is popular with writers. If you’re lucky, you might meet another writer.

As I left the bathroom, I pretended not to look at the natural looking interior landscape. However, it was only visible to the back of the people in position.

He tried to return to his seat quietly.

“I’m happy! ”

Unless you heard this voice. He stopped walking on the inside rather than where he was standing, that is, the reminiscent voice coming from the women’s bathroom.

“Okay, I’ll be quiet. But Im Hyun also saw you! I’ve never met him in real life. Would you excuse me? I need your autograph. Come quickly and stop me. ”

I was so excited. I guess Im Hyun was also a fan of the writer.

“The world is worth living for. You’re jealous, right? Haha, I can write for the next two years, reminiscing about today. ”

Does writing mean she’s a writer, too? I wondered what kind of person writes that screams happiness in a woman’s bathroom. He decided to listen a little more to her story.

She listens to the other person and opens her mouth again.

“But you’re not the only writer I’ve seen. ”

Or another writer. He saw an invisible interior seat here.

“I had company. Accompanied by the writer Im Hyun-do. Yes, you can. I never said it was weird. But he was a kid. I can’t stop reasoning here. ”

She clears her throat.

“I looked like a high school student from the outside. Coming in around 11: 00 a.m. When I came inside, I felt like I was here for the first time when I was looking around. Ms. Song is more excited than usual, so she won’t be an ordinary guest. And Im Hyun is accompanying you. Isn’t it obvious? ”

He was a little nervous. What are the names of coincidences? Her words are cut off. She begs to hear what the other person has to say a little more.

“Wait, I’ll get right to the conclusion. So, Sis, you’re coming with us! ”

Right away.

“Isn’t Im Hyun the writer’s family? ”

Her reasoning is surprisingly low. No, I’m not family. No matter what I said, I couldn’t reach her.

He stepped forward as he did.

I went inside and already had fruit drinks and herbal tea for dessert. Tea was in front of Hyundai and fruit drinks were in front of him.

He drank a sip of fruit drink. Ice and refreshing drink made my mouth cool. Somehow, it calmed me down.

I thought that the silence that existed in the middle of the story was probably some kind of resting place that Hyundai had prepared for himself.

I drank another sip. It was also refreshing.

Meet Him (5) End

lim Han-baek