Great Novelist

“If you don't eat enough, you're afraid. ”

“He always cooks like that. ”

“You're right. Terrible.”

I could sympathize with what she said when I was hungry. I knew the sorrow of drooling as I watched others eat.

“Oh. I thought you grew up in luxury. ”

Kyungwoo said, he replied casually.

“I did look cute, though. ”

“Eat your dick. ”

In the end, one dick was the door to my mouth.

It was obedient to call him who was sitting in his usual state after finishing dinner.

“What are you doing?"

“Ant watching. ”

Under his feet, ants marching in a line to return home. I paused for a moment to see if the ant had noticed me talking.

He set his feet aside for him.

“Did you eat a lot? ”

He nodded at once, reminiscing about a big dinner.

“Of course. It was delicious. There's nowhere else to go. ”

“Well, that's a big deal. Now the teacher will bring out a big dessert. ”

“Hmm."

That was a big deal. He stroked his stomach once. Can I eat it?

Junsu smiled brightly as he was worrying about the blessings.

“I'm full too. Do you want to see a room with a fire extinguisher? ”

“What room? ”

Compliance moved on instead of answering. All he had to do was watch the ants, and he got up full and followed him.

I walked through the classroom we talked about during the day and there were two rooms on either side of the hall.

“It used to be used as a bed and breakfast. It used to be empty, but now it's being used in the workshop. ”

“Are you writing here? ”

“Yes. I can concentrate here. I did you a favor. For the record, I'm working the other side. ”

He opens the door. The first thing that caught my eye beyond the open door without a sound was a lot of poetry filling the wall.

“Maybe you like poetry. ”

The poem adheres to the paper. At a glance, beautiful shears fill the room.

He looked all over the room. There is a desk and paper. There were traces of notebooks, books, and research. And it was the booze, because there was something unexpected about it. Poetry was used as the backdrop for drinking and drinking. I didn't think you'd like a drink.

When he wondered within himself, he opened his mouth.

“It's a hobby. I recite it sometimes. ”

He took his eyes off the drink and slowly approached the wall. There was a time stamp.

“You can't read it because it's one o'clock. Do you want me to translate?”

“No, it's okay. ”

Compliance, which was about to be handed over to the Lord in search of the translated version, ceased to act on the unexpected rejection.

He opened his mouth to see him like that.

“Just a drink placed among the flowers, I drink alone without anyone I know. ”

The slightly downward eye of compliance gradually widened.

“Raise the cup and ask the moon, and there will be three men in the shadows. The moon does not drink, and the shadows follow me unnecessarily. ”

“You can read, right? ”

“I'm interested in languages. ”

“I'm surprised.”

He looked at the poem for a moment and asked.

“That's a lot of poetry. ”

The master of poetry called gaze is Itaebak. His poetry was stuck everywhere. The poem he just put in his mouth was part of a book he wrote. He was also a favorite poet.

“I like it. It was once my goal. ”

This time, he was surprised. I've never heard of him wanting to be a poet.

He had only just understood the liquor in the room. If 200 had been the goal, I would have liked alcohol. Lee Baek was famous for his drinking.

He asked the novelist in front of him.

“Then why did you become a novelist? ”

“It didn't suit me. The job of a poet.”

It doesn't suit him. I wondered what made him come from poetry to fiction. He didn't hide his curiosity, so he told his story gently.

“I didn't enjoy the taste of spirits. ”

“Then what's that drink? ornamental?”

“You could say that. It's almost like data. ”

Junsu said that and poured the drink into a flat glass. A clear liquid was poured into the glass. Junsu bounced back two more times while holding the glass.

“It was a poem I picked up a pen. I fell in love with that beautiful sentence. I'm in love with my teacher. I wanted to be a poet. ”

He spoke of his bold dreams. He looked at the glass and asked.

“You didn't just become a poet because you couldn't drink, right? ”

“That's right."

Obedience raised his hand high. The cup in his hand shimmers slightly, receiving the moonlight. The sun was setting and the moon was rising. The moonlight was illuminating the darkness. Time has passed like this.

“I mean, he wasn't talented. ”

“You still write beautiful sentences. Is there a difference?”

“You know what?”

Junsu looked at alcohol and said.

“Now that you've written, you know. When I first finished your story. ”

“I know.”

I know. I've written before. When I first finished the article.

At that moment, I felt everything swept away. I feel like I broke a window. Scream for three days and you might feel the same way. He pours out everything he holds as if he were entrusting himself to the flowing river. Joy precedes vanity.

“Anyway, I felt like I was wasting something. ”

“Yeah, me, too. I mean, this feeling. ”

He takes the drink from his mouth. Liquor poured down his throat and Junsu swiped his glass exactly three times.

The cup is empty. There's nothing in it.

“Then what should we do next? ”

Junsu asked, and he replied.

“Let's fill up the glass. ”

“That's right."

Following the words of Lord, Junsu filled the cup. The transparent liquid received the light again and sparkled.

“But I didn't want to have this drink again. ”

I tasted my first drink. I emptied my glass and refilled it. However, Junsu did not want to eat the liquor.

He asked.

“Really?"

“I wanted something completely different. No more booze. I feel like my throat is burning. That's how I felt. I didn't want to repeat myself.”

Junsu then took the cup back to his mouth. The wine spills over his mouth and the glass is empty again.

“But that's what poetry is. You always have to find the first emotion. Chasing the senses of the moment. ”

Then it definitely didn't match Junsu who didn't want to drink the next cup. Pour the first drink into your mouth and fill the next glass. I always want that feeling that flows through my throat. That was the poet.

He recited another verse of the Great Sagittarius on the wall.

“If the sky didn't love liquor, Jupiter wouldn't be in the sky. ”

Taking him, Junsu said.

“If the earth did not love liquor, there would have been no fountain of coal. ”

He asked him.

“What did you want to do instead of filling the glass? ”

What did Junsu want to do that did not fit in with the poet? Junsu opens the window inside the room with a sinister expression that does not match his good impression.

Immediately, a strong wind passed through the room. The paper on the wall flares. The poem moves.

“Like this.”

And Junsu threw the cup out as hard as he could. It was in the backyard, just off the grid. Somewhere there's a glass of wine lying around.

Junsu reached out the window and laid down a leaf. Then I asked the leaves.

“We're looking for the right one. ”

He is seeking a new flavor. Rather than reliving the taste of my first drink, I chew grass and chew meat.

“And then you'll be chewing rocks. ”

“Not bad. I have strong teeth. ”

Strong teeth.

He was a real novelist. He who cannot chew a rolling stone will not be able to endure the moment he has to bite it several times while writing.

“I still have a long way to go as a novelist. ”

“I always enjoy reading. ”

“Thank you. Actually, my new piece is coming out this month. I'll let you go.”

“Really? I didn't know. ”

Junsu joked when he said congratulations were in order.

“I feel good this time. It's the ninth novel I've written since my debut. ”

Nine times. I definitely felt good in his theory.

“Good for you. ”

“Isn't that right?"

“But I think my article will come out soon. ”

“Oops.”

A good impression became tearful.

Seeing that face, he suddenly thought, The reason he can write such a beautiful sentence is because he once targeted a poet.

Maybe he can write poetic sentences because of the memory of the first drink he drank instead of luck.

And back to normal, Joo-ho and Junsu had an awkward smile on her big dessert.

He went out to the park for a late evening workout. I haven't been able to breathe much lately if the steady tightening has worked. I felt better after sweating with exercise. This warm feeling resembled when I first wrote.

I ran a long way past the familiar park scene. I was thirsty and went to the front of the vending machine, but the phone I had in my wallet rang briefly.

After pulling out the drink, I saw a message from Seogwang.

It was a meeting place and time. Tomorrow was the first day the doormen would gather after the holidays. The place was a Western house, a bookstore. He replied that he knew and started running again.

“Phew, it's hot. ”

When he arrived at the bookstore in Seogwang-ho, through the hot weather, the ministers were already in place.

It was the place where I had my first love counseling session in Seogwang. Before he found himself and waved to the children, he greeted Mother of Seogwang first.

“Hello."

“Hello again. What can I get you?”

She greets you. It was similar to Seogwang. He looked at the menu for a moment and said.

“Iced tea, please. ”

“Yeah, I'm playing with the kids. ”

“Yes.”

Going inside, the children were already eating their own beverages and bread.

“I don't think I'm late. ”

“It's my first time here, so I left early. He's on his way.”

Spring nods next to you. They must have come together.

“And Mr. Barron? ”

“I came right after the competition, and I got there early. ”

He was on his way to the Death Race today. I don't see any sign of fatigue. He's got good stamina.

When he sat in a vacant seat, it became the same place he had been sitting in the doorway. In front of him was spring, and in front of him was dawn. On the diagonal line there is a line, and on the other side there is a baron.

It's been a long time.

“What have you all been up to? ”

Full Plate (4) End

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