Great Novelist

Horse dung, a lowly servant who cares for horses, has a bad head and ends up being beaten by hooves.

There was no mercy for being a character who imitated her husband.

“He did. I'd rather be kicked in the back of a horse than die of pulmonary disease. I've captured my dreams in a novel. ”

Her tone was still light. She laughs. There was love in that smile.

She is still in love with the eccentric novelist and her husband, Kang Wool.

Bruises.

The dog cried from a distance. The speaker heard the sound and laughed.

“If it had been for Kang Wol, he would have run away immediately. I'm gonna pet that dog. ”

The disciples did not interfere with the teacher remembering the person they loved.

She slowly turned her head to look at him. He quietly accepted her gaze.

“Somehow you resemble him. ”

“Me?”

“Of course, the coolest thing in the world is my husband. ”

“Haha.”

“I sense traces of time for you. It has such plump skin. ”

“Is that so?"

“Yes. My husband was very young for his age. It was the opposite of you, but maybe that's why I think it looks like you. ”

“It's an honor.”

He smiled and said. The speaker stared at his face.

Bruises.

I hear a sound. Why is that dog crying? I felt strangely weak as I continued to listen to it. I wonder if he's calling his master.

“What were you thinking when you heard that sound? ”

The speaker asked.

He blinked for a moment.

“That sound? ”

“Yes, that cry. ”

Puppy.

There's still a dog crying outside.

The speaker asked me what I thought of hearing that sound.

He remembered his first encounter with a dog. It was when I entered the alley. Then the dog barked. He was conscious of the existence of the dog for the first time.

“Teacher, you don't understand what he's saying. We barely answered your class. ”

“Quiet. ”

It was obedience that prevented him from speaking. He resolutely stops him with a kind expression.

The speaker waited quietly for Lord's answer.

The atmosphere sank for no reason. He scratched the back of his head, saying. When I heard the dog bark, my first thought was,

“I thought dogs were barking. ”

The dog was barking. Dog barking from afar. Softly, tightens the stomach, smells the stranger's scent and barks.

“Hahaha.”

The speaker laughed.

“Look.”

“Quiet.”

Workmates and compliance were still struggling. He just told me the truth. The speaker nodded slightly and asked again.

“And?”

I was reminded of Mr. Doom's regularity. It's not wrong, but it's not the answer I want. What kind of answer does the speaker want?

“The moment you heard the cry, you had a lot on your mind. It's hard to see all at once. But it's not impossible. Pick up a bunch of muddy ideas one by one. It will be sorted out. Once I've organized it, I can get it out when I need it. ”

A collective thought. He slowly stumbled upon it.

Crying. What's the idea of hiding behind it? The bear thought and said:

“Let's go see the dog? ”

“A little deeper. It's how you anticipate yourself. Let's look at a lot of thoughts that are made in a moment. I wonder what you'd think. ”

A little deeper. Let's see. Anticipate yourself. I focused on the consciousness.

I heard the dog cry. And I thought, "Dog barking."

The speaker asked, and...

And what else is there? You know, you're conscious of the existence of a dog and what you're thinking.

Think, head, brain, consciousness, unconsciousness, knowledge, common sense.

He said, sweeping his chin.

“A mammal of carnivorous dogs. Irina Jacquard as ancestor. The oldest recorded breeding in humans was in the Bert Caves of Persia, circa 9500 BC. The first livestock was old enough to go back to the fourth ice age. ”

Looks like.

“Up to 400 varieties. Various varieties in size and appearance. Walking on all fours, five toes on the front foot and four on the back foot. An asteroid that walks with only its toes to the ground. There are no sweat glands on the skin. I have an appendix, but no vas deferens. The ancient ancestors called the hounds" Watchers, "and the hounds" Watchers. "They called the hounds" Watchers "dogs" dogs "dogs" because they were too fat to eat. ”

Reproduction.

“Pregnancy period is 62 to 68 days. Reproduction is possible approximately one year after birth. Normally born 4 to 6 at a time. The cub feeds for six to seven weeks, eating soft foods from about four weeks. ”

Finally, features.

“My sense of smell is sensitive. I bark when I am sad or happy because I am close to humans. The impressive part here is that wild dogs don't bark. ”

Whew, he breathed small.

That's all I knew about dogs. Aware of the existence of the dog. Then what is a dog? You might have thought a lot about what you perceived.

These days, I'm especially sensitive to the next one.

“Do you teach that at school these days? ”

My friend asked me with a deaf look.

“No, I enjoy the animal kingdom. ”

“I need to see. ”

“Bonobos are fun. ”

The speaker asked him again after just finishing his recommendation.

“And?”

And...

Not yet. Something else is still there. I look back slowly. I recall the spills. There were emotions.

“I imagined a heartbeat. ”

I imagined the sound of a dog's heart. Low and loud crying.

“Why?”

“I wanted to express it in sentences. ”

I thought I couldn't express it in writing.

Crying. Sound that only the living can make. Emotions were breathing on the back of hard knowledge. He wanted to unconsciously feel it and express it in sentences.

Her smile deepens. I am satisfied.

“What was underneath? ”

Beneath it, I looked up at the ceiling. He must have given up something else. I wonder what he was thinking. I listened to the dog's cry and recalled my knowledge of the dog. And I imagined the sound of my heart. because I wanted that dog to appear in the post.

Then why did he want the dog to appear in the post?

“Cute.”

A small voice came from my mouth.

“I thought it was cute. ”

You smell a stranger and think he's cute, barking to protect his master. I thought I wanted to go see him. I thought I'd pet it and scratch it under my chin.

The speaker smiled quietly. I was sure of that smile. The answer she waited for was this.

“Is it affection?”

“Love.”

Love. That's what the speaker said. Whatever he was trying to say, it was obedient again. Junsu tapped him three times.

“If it's love.”

“The author is a writer. ”

“Yes.”

“When do you want to build a sentence? ”

All of them. Nothing to hide. He was thinking that he could express anything in writing. He thought it was the author who could do it.

I opened my mouth slowly.

“When emotions move. ”

Hearing the cry of the country dog, I fell in love. A low, resounding voice echoes through my heart. The dog moved him. The emotion is transmitted to my hands by receiving a signal. Makes you unable to hold on without holding the pen.

I'm touched by everything in the world.

I love the whole world.

Put it in writing.

He burst out a small smile.

“It's too easy to fall in love. ”

“Don't be an adulterer. ”

The speaker smiled cheerfully and said.

“The dog barks. That's usually the end of it. I don't care if it's loud or not. That's good, too. It doesn't bother me. But the writer can't stop there. You must love the target and talk to him. That way, the other person can open up and write. ”

At that moment, he was unable to stop the strangely emerging figure in his head. She's wearing a white dress. She was able to reveal her fallen ship. She ran to find the baby.

He wanted her to regret it. Her life was disruptive and morally wrong.

But he was desperate to catch her jumping the day he met her. I didn't want to be late. I wanted her hand caught. But she was already gone into the darkness.

What were you thinking when you saw the world crumble? It was a regret not protecting her.

Why did you want to protect her? It's because I loved her. He was in love with her.

From the moment I couldn't even pronounce it properly with my mouth, I was already in love with him.

That's why I suffered so much. That's why I wanted her to regret it.

He realized.

“Meat is meat. ”

Lee said as he looked at the food that was full of tables. Various dishes, vegetables, and central dishes were baked. All the food that was full of dishes looked delicious.

“Come on, eat more. ”

The speaker spread the food and said. The white rice on the soil bowl was flowing with shine. I thought it would be delicious if I just put kimchi on it.

“I'll eat well. ”

As the speaker picked up the spoon first and tasted, the full meal began. He took his chopsticks to a nearby dinner first.

I was eating, so Junsu got up and took the front plate. It's to relieve the meat.

“You must be hungry. Eat a lot of meat. ”

He almost admired the thoughtful behavior that matched the good impression.

“Here, try the hot pepper. It's very hot.”

On the contrary, I was anxious to see the spicy taste. He had already eaten and was exhaling violently. It was not a frenzy when I took a deep breath of water.

“I'm fine. ”

He refused decisively and put the meat in his mouth. The appropriately grilled meat amused my mouth.

“The beef is delicious. ”

“The teacher makes the food amazing. ”

Root said as he cooled his tongue. Obviously, it was delicious for every meal. And I was overwhelmed.

“You have big hands. ”

Compliance added politely. I remembered an unusual amount of fruit.

Full Plate (3) End

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