Great Novelist

Spring and Baron sniff. Finally, it was his turn. I saw the glass bottle in my hand. Unlike soju bottles, they are white.

The entrance smells familiar.

“The smell of an alcoholic. ”

It was the smell he smelled. He recalled the senses of that time. Alcohol. I couldn't stop once I opened my mouth. What I could do got messed up by the drinking, and the next day I woke up feeling guilty. Memories are getting blurry and there are more and more broken things around them.

“Ugh, no. ”

He shakes his head and says. She's right. I hate it.I feel a feeling of uncontrollability at my fingertips. He clenched his fist. It moves well. I don't need a drink right now, but I'm fine. This body was young.

Take care of it.

Spring spoke its opinion next.

“Smells like the alcohol you were forcibly feeding. ”

“Oh, I'm worried about college. ”

At the end of spring, there is an active response from the line. When I think about my future university life, I worry about it first. It was an age when people could be killed with alcohol.

“I've heard that they're allergic to alcohol, but they probably just don't like the smell. ”

Seogwang said, the children opened their mouths quickly. The subject of alcohol to minors is a strange excitement. He smiles slightly as he looks at the members' faces. The excitement of strangers sat on their faces. I feel like I can't taste it otherwise.

“When does it smell good? ”

He asked, "What can change the scent of this terrible alcohol?" I don't know. I don't think so.

“I don't think it smells that bad after a drink with someone who enjoys it. ”

Spring said.

“When we grow up, let's all drink together. ”

It was behind the line.

“Fine. Let's eat with the chicken. ”

Seogwang explained the location of the store.

“The youngsters are already thinking of drinking. ”

Baron's bruised, but he won't say he's coming. That's a quick answer.

Do you enjoy the smell when you drink? He recalled that moment again. I didn't remember drinking joyfully. Is that why he smelled so bad?

“It actually smells like booze in there. ”

The ministers provoked the murmurs of Australia. Don't get worked up.

“Aren't you coming? Are you gonna grow up and have a drink with us? ”

He took a breath. Smells fun. I don't think drinking with these guys will be so bad because they grow up later.

“I'll be there.”

He smiled and replied.

“There's dust here, too. Don't you have a cleaning crew today? ”

“Can't you see I'm leaning in front of you? ”

“I thought you were stretching. ”

“Does anyone carry a broom and stretch? ”

It is the cleaning party that goes round and round. He casually tossed a few words to Seogwang. Because I was bored. I had nothing to do but mock him. While looking out the window for a while, he took his bag and told Seogwang.

“I have to break it first. ”

“Yes."

There was nothing to do even if I went to the poor, but it would be better than inhaling the dust here.

I saw Mr. Moon coming down the stairs. It was a short distance away, so Moon did not find himself and went straight into the school room. He just left because he didn't have anything to call out loud.

The window is open when you get inside. Maybe Mr. Moon ventilated it. He walked past the desk and against the window. Just now, I was in a dusty space, so even a small wind felt refreshing.

I heard the children's voices on the playground. I yell something. It was mostly a playful voice.

Leaning against the window, I naturally looked at my desk. There are the manuscripts and notes that you took the day before. Did Seogwang see his writing in this situation? Teacher Moon was also neglectful. What if someone takes it? Well, the only people who come to these corners are the doorman.

He looked out the door for a moment. No one came. There are no footsteps.

If there's writing there, I'll have to read it.

He sat down and listened to the manuscript at the top. The manuscripts were stored in translucent files.

The one at the top was the line of scripture.

I have a urgent personality. This is the impression of her writing. The steps toward the climax were largely omitted. Conflict has escalated since the very beginning. It was more practical than anticipation.A hot story unfolds when it is hot, just pulling without pushing. I understood what Mr. Moon pointed out at once.

“It's definitely fun. ”

Written in the background of the subway is typical. This is the first sentence.

A bomb exploded on the subway.

Without introducing the act of installation, suspicious energy, or even peaceful life, he set off a bomb. Well, it might be a fun story to start with, but she hasn't had the strength yet. The bomb goes off, the perpetrator is detected, and the perpetrator goes straight to tears. This was more of a setback. It is admittedly very experimental, but it did not match the purpose of the class on the day I wrote the cornerstone.

It was definitely a pleasant article to read. However, if the peaks come out in succession, it will be just a story of evolution. She seemed desperate to learn to endure. I think a pretty good article will come out if I can take it step by step. If you try to go up there next to the first layer, you will tear your crotch.

You'll get a good view from up there, though.

“This is spring. ”

It is also in the same translucent file as the line drawing. The notebook was the same design. What was good between the two of them was known by both the scribes.

“Oh, that's nice. ”

This was pretty good. Neither impatient nor slow But the story was not the place to focus on in her writing.

Her greatest advantages lie in delicate, descriptive forms.

The manuscript you just wrote in the subway station says:

People are walking the path as hard as they would on a bee. I'm afraid I'll be buried if I stand still for a while.

In literature, the power of depictive literature cannot be ignored. It has a fabulous effect on emotional delivery. Literature is not just a medium for conveying information.

People are walking the path.

If it was to convey information, writing it like this is more effective. But it doesn't express the hard life that people have in mind. Literature is art. Art requires finesse. I had to deal well with the descriptive style.

Spring was great in this regard. It's good not to overdo it. When he admired the elongation, he suddenly wondered.

Who won the award this time?

It's a line. The glow on the manuscript doesn't make it weird that spring won an award. I wonder if I'm nervous. Spring is possible.

“Hmm."

But for some reason, I didn't think so.

Tubbuck. You hear a step in the hallway.

“Oh, I'm tired. Why are you pushing us away from you? ”

“He's good at his job. ”

The door is open.

“Oh, there's the Lord. ”

“Hi, you're late. ”

“I've been doing some errands for my teacher. ”

He leaned against the window. The manuscript and notes were, of course, in place. The two of them sat down without a doubt. The wind blows. Unlike before, it's warm.

“Why are you standing there? Come sit down without blocking the wind. ”

“I think so.”

I had a normal conversation. He took out a comic book, and spring snacks. He had already begun to examine the relationship between the two of them in a different way than before.

“What will you do tomorrow when the Earth is destroyed? ”

It was a common question that Moon said. What will the earth do if it perishes tomorrow?

“I want to plant an apple tree. ”

When I think of the destruction of the Earth, I immediately think of an apple tree, Sunhwa said. Spinoza had such a strong influence on us.

“It doesn't take that long to plant a tree. What are you gonna do with the rest of the time? ”

Teacher Moon asked. After planting the apple tree.

“I don't know. ”

“That's right."

Teacher Moon nodded because of the murmur in Seogwang.

“Today you will have time to plan for that day. ”

“Yes?”

“It's the darkest day of my life. The Earth will be destroyed tomorrow. Do you have any idea what you're doing and what you're going to do? ”

“I think it's a dead end. ”

Seogwang recalled the dystopian movie he saw a few days ago. Everyone who was facing destruction was dumbfounded. Can we move forward with the plan in that situation?

“But what if we just stick to the plan? ”

“Who wants to run it? I wouldn't count on it. ”

“No, if you have a plan, you have to do it. ”

Teacher Moon said in an exemplary statement from Sunhwa.

“Do you think the day of the destruction of the Earth will come in your time? ”

“· · · Maybe. ”

I didn't mean what I said. She frowns and laughs in vain. Then why are you planning this in the first place?

Moon opened his mouth suddenly.

“This plan is for now. ”

“Now?”

“Yes. Even if the Earth falls tomorrow, we don't have to live today. Squeeze it while you're alive. What you want to do, who you want to be with. ”

Plan for now. What will the earth do to itself if it perishes tomorrow? What do you want to do on the last day? I don't know when that day will come. Death is like that.

He thought, "What will I do today if I die tomorrow?"

Moon gave a more specific situation.

“It's on the news in the morning. Don't go to school.”

“That's good. ”

Everyone nods in response to the slow light. Inside was Mr. Moon. I was definitely excited that I didn't have to go to school.

“Exciting. Then the anchor speaks in a trembling voice. Tomorrow, the planet Earth of life, the human home, will perish. This is from a very famous, authoritative, world-class organization. The government has not yet announced its position, and the citizens are in a state of confusion. Ladies and gentlemen, today is the last day on Earth. ”

Last day. I felt like the day would soon come.