Great Novelist

“Oh, I'm tired. ”

He turned his back and said.

The day after I announced the pertussis, I started writing various articles. Describe each other's faces. Expressing the texture of the item. Set a rolling stone as a talker. Write down how you feel. In the case of the grass, half of the content consisted of motion sickness.

On another day, I tried to make everyone's personality into a bloodbath. It was a dangerous text that sparked even a scratch.

Now I don't have time to write, so I have become an autonomous homework. No one scolded me for not doing homework. Nevertheless, all the children went home and killed themselves. I want to improve my writing skills a little more

Today, as usual, the book of scribes wrote. The children were all tired and lying on their desks.

Squeezed the shoulders together. I couldn't help but hear the pain. As I move my hand to the opposite shoulder, the line across the street says in a depressing voice.

“I'm afraid to read my articles. I'm starting to realize how terrible my skills are. ”

“Shame on your writing. ”

Spring strongly agreed with what Sunhwa said. The writing written just a few minutes ago comes back to me with a past I want to seal up for life. I felt like I wanted to delete it and rewrite it right away.

“You can't do that. If you start fixing it in the middle of nowhere, you won't have enough three years to complete a story. ”

Seogwang said, a voice full of strength.

“The part that you want to fix, on the other hand, tells you how to use it. Don't be so shy. ”

He asked for two men who were struggling with shame. However, the effect was marginal. Shenzhen still died and looked at the manuscript.

“Yes, that's right. That's true, but that doesn't mean this shame is going anywhere, does it? ”

Seonhua lays down his manuscript roughly.

“I wanted to look more beautiful. I get distracted when I start writing. ”

Hearing Seonhua's loud voice, he smiled slightly. It was a good position.

The most important thing to be careful about writing is greed. I'm not talking about non-possession. While writing, focus solely on writing.

If you are greedy to write beautifully while writing, writing moves to listen to the wishes of the writer. Dress up in all kinds of colorful colors. More jargon that we don't understand and a list of excessive investigations begins. Thick cosmetics make skin sick. The sentence is the same. You get sick, you feel fake writing.

Fluffy.

Spring pulls something out of her bag. Chocolate. The doorman is free to enter the snack. Thanks to you, I often eat sweet food like now after writing.

Spring was all taken to eat together, and she gave me some chocolate. When you peel off the small wrapping paper, it contains a piece of chocolate. Chocolate that is easy to eat. He put chocolate in his mouth with a thank-you note.

The sweetness spreads. I felt something was supplemented. Everyone cheers up or goes straight down.

“Spring snacks are the best. ”

“I think I'll live. ”

“It's worth it. ”

In turn, Seonghua, Seongwang and Baron said. Spring smiled with joy. In order to ventilate the sweet smell that spread through the cracks, he opened the window. The wind comes in. Cool. I slammed it against the window for a moment.

Turning to the rustling sound of something, spring is arranging the wrapping paper laid out one by one on the desk.

He also went to look at his hands.

“I'll do it, since I'm cleaning it up. ”

Spring said, as he folded the wrapping paper into a note.

“The sooner we do this together, the sooner we can organize. ”

I blew in the wind and gave him the wrapping paper that fell to the floor. He raised his head and held a wrapping paper in his hand. Baron, too. It was only a few sheep, so I was able to clean it up quickly.

“Rock, paper, scissors. ”

You hear the sound of deciding who to leave the wrapping paper in the public garbage in the corridor of the rock walkway. Spring said she would leave, but the children started the game at a standstill. Australia also participated. Spring also punched.

Scissors, rocks, bao.

“Ah.”

“Yes!”

Seonghwa wins. She walks him out smiling, mumbling her hands full with garbage. He waved a small hand.

When Seogwang came in with his hands, Moon's teacher also came inside. He only got one piece of chocolate left in Lord's hands before he got to the point.

Moon said, putting chocolate in his mouth.

“Now I'm going to show you three ways to trim your sentences. I can now fix all the embarrassing writings I've written. Aren't you glad?"

Shenzhen cheers. He cheers ten times the reaction he showed in Australia's comfort. Seogwang and Spring greeted Mr. Moon with a bright face. Moon's teacher, who was watching the students' reactions, asked him quietly.

“Aren't you glad? ”

“I'm glad.”

I answered right away.

“Let's get started, then. ”

Mr. Moon also wrote a message on the blackboard immediately. As always, it was the beginning of a sudden class.

I was born in France and raised as an adult who enjoys baguette bread, and even when I came to Seoul, I ate more baguette bread than kimchi stew.

It was an awkward and strange sentence.

“Look at this sentence. I don't even think it's cool in the mathematical language, but I don't know what I'm saying. ”

“Yes.”

Especially Baguettes. He muttered to himself.

“That's because there's so much information in one sentence. ”

There are actually three important pieces of information in Baguette-visible sentences: That the speaker was born in France, that he was a Baguette Bread Mania, and the last time he came to Seoul, he ate more baguette bread than he did kimchi stew.

“Cut it at this time. I want you to pull out all the information that's in one place and build a room for yourself. Like this.”

Moon wrote new sentences next to him with a blackboard.

I was born in France and I became an adult. I enjoy baguette bread. For some reason, I came to Seoul and ate more baguettes than kimchi stew.

There's still a lot of baguettes, but it's clear. Dividing the space is breathtaking.

Moon immediately wrote a new sentence under Baguette.

I have a new bakery with various types of bread that smell like coughing in front of my house.

It's bread again, and it's awkward. He felt like he knew what Moon's lunch menu was today.

“In the case of this sentence, there are too many modifiers. Just like we showed you earlier. But we cut it by the modifier. That's the point of this sentence. Like this.”

Every time Mr. Moon wrote on the blackboard, he heard the sound of chalk. He read the sentence he had fixed.

There is a new bakery in front of my house. There were different types of bread. I smelled a cough.

You don't have to have three doors for one room. We only need one when we go in and one when we go out. The rest of the door is just awkward. It's better to share one room at a time.

When I saw the Seonhwa's sentence, I said, "Oh." At first glance, I could feel a much more comfortable sentence. A lot of formulas didn't make the writing pretty.

Moon said with chalk. I didn't write any sentences.

“And finally. No matter how strange the sentence is, You don't have to fix it a hundred times. But when it comes to a bad sentence. ”

“When? ”

Seonhua focused on listening to him. It's because he looks like a teacher who creates a sentence that is easy to see at once.

Teacher Moon opened his mouth, one by one, with a serious look.

“Just erase it. All of it.”

It was a clear answer.

That day, Mr. Moon sent me homework to fix all the writings that he had written. Throughout the weekend, Moon Jae-woong couldn't help but face his shameful past, cut, remove and erase it.

He was also sitting at his desk making fun of the pen. I can't even hear the door open. My hand suddenly comes up to my side. Following my hand, I saw my mother's face.

“Eat and do it. ”

“Yes.”

My mother carved an apple for me and said, I gladly look at my son, who is sitting at his desk writing. The son who does well without wasting money or arrogance is great. She leaves the room without further ado to avoid disturbing her son.

He put an apple in his mouth and paid more attention. This part is divided. This part adds up. I put a plate on the weaker side. I sharpened a thick spot. Improves the writing with a sharp, firm grip.

He stopped his hands while he was busy.

“Life has carrots on its neck, right? ”

There's nothing I can do about these strange endings.

I kind of like it. It's like a young beating. Reckless and courageous. Bold and unhesitant. It was a rare trait that is rarely seen these days. Let it go. He examined the next manuscript.

Wing.

I heard a vibration in the bed. It was a roughly thrown cell phone. It was from the penis.

I got a call.

“Hello."

“Oh, my God. Are you busy now?"

“I can talk to him. What brings you here?"

From time to time, Nam-Kyung called Australia to inform them of things like greetings, book sales, and new news. It was nothing new.

However, the atmosphere in his voice was not the same as usual. I seemed a little excited.

I wanted to know what was going on.

“Is something wrong? ”

“You know the writer, right? ”

Of course, the author knows. His book was the one I went to the bookstore to buy impulses. I enjoyed reading it

“I know. Of course. ”

“I got a call from Mr.Kang Gil. ”

“To the writer? ”

“He wants to meet you. ”

“· · · Yes? ”

“I'm curious about what you look like, so I can't stand it, can I? Should I make an appointment?"

A moment of silence passed. You're telling me a writer wants to meet you? You want to know what it looks like? He cleared up the mess.

This has never happened before. I had never met a writer. So, naturally, no contact.

The difference between the previous and the previous is that he did not show his face. I wonder what it looks like. At that time, I could easily find my face just by searching the internet. But it's different now. No matter where I looked, I couldn't find the writer's face.

If you are curious about his face, you must try to meet him in person.

That's funny.

Every time something had not happened before, he was relieved. It's proof that he didn't repeat the same mistakes as before.

He took a deep breath and replied. When I was an adult, I enjoyed reading his book. even when you couldn't write properly.

He thought.

It wouldn't be bad to meet them.

“Great. It's always okay on the weekends. ”

The sooner the better. Maybe next week after the real meeting.

I was told to come with the place from my phone right now, as if you were betraying the idea of him.