Great Novelist

He recalled what he had said.

It's not for sale.

There is no clearer reason to give up than that for someone who wants to sell. Yearbook comrades did not blame or rush him. Because he didn't do anything wrong. If he could live without writing, he was free to choose a different path.

She opened her mouth to change the mood.

“Let's grill some meat today. How about pork belly?”

“Great. Should I buy it? ”

“Yes."

A rookie lunges at him. The hot head bows slightly. He smiled a little quietly.

The speaker looked at him and said,

“You're lucky. I can eat delicious meat thanks to you. ”

“I think I'm blessed to eat. ”

“Your guests are all blessed to eat. ”

“You're right. ”

He went out to buy some meat. Though he was about to follow, Choi Hyuk shook his hand. In the meantime, I was trying to leave and work on my laptop.

I walked into the workshop, put a USB stick on my laptop, and it was popular behind me.

I see a warm head.

“Do you need anything? ”

“No, I just ran into a writer, and I wanted to have a conversation. ”

He looked at his laptop and turned around.

“I like it. I was bored because I didn't have my brother. ”

“I'm sorry I didn't look good earlier. ”

He scratches the back of his head as if it were a little chic. He shakes his head quietly.

“Do you want me to move? ”

“No, it's fine the way it is. ”

“Would you like to sit here? ”

He shakes his head quietly. Unfortunately, he had to stand because there was only one chair in his studio. Even if he said yes, he didn't stand up forcefully.

He leans against the bookshelf and looks at him. He turned his chair and confronted him.

“You're young.”

He said, "He once again stands up." He smiles and shakes his hand.

“That's not what I meant. ”

“Yes.”

“What do you think?”

“What?”

“About that spot. ”

Reflexively, I looked at the chair. That's not what it sounds like either. The position he's talking about is the coincidence of being a writer.

“It's just that. ”

“Is that it? ”

He asked, but that's all he had to say.

“People adapt to any position. ”

That's why people want higher ground.

“That's a jealous thing to say. ”

His hot head shifts slightly.

“Can I get used to my job, too? ”

He smiles quietly, not knowing what his position is. He wanted an answer and started talking about something else.

“You read the cry well. I heard you're a coincidence writer. ”

“Thank you."

“How long have you been writing? ”

He hesitated for a moment. I've been writing for a long time. I don't know where to include it. Should I include the past? Or until you wrote as a habit? Or until you used bird tracks?

“I'm not sure. ”

He digs into the vague answer.

“I used bird tracks at 16. Maybe two, three years? ”

“Maybe so. ”

If you say so. He looked at him and asked.

“How long have you been writing? ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

He did not answer easily. Unlike him, he waited slowly. Barely an answer came out of his mouth.

“I wrote a lot more than you. ”

“You're amazing.”

“What?”

“You said you wrote a lot more than me. It's hard to write. ”

“· · · · · · · It was hard. But it was fun.”

The man said as if he was being desperate.

“But it's not for sale. ”

He looked at him and said,

“You'd better. Are we clear on this one? No one knows your name. ”

“Well, there's no place in the industry. You have to use it more intensely. ”

“I think I can relax a little bit. They're all compliments. You'd sell a book with your name on it. ”

He smiled and said.

“Thank you."

My hot head was shaking. His eyebrows were revealed. Your eyebrows narrow a little.

He sighed.

“You look great. ”

and said,

“But be careful. ”

There was a bit of malice mixed up. He quietly asked.

“What should I be careful of? ”

When asked, he said boldly.

“Not like me. ”

He explored the meaning of the word. Is that what it means to stop being a writer? Or are you talking about a book that doesn't sell? He doesn't even know his name. Do you mean be careful what you forget?

It was a little funny.It's all I've ever been through.

He ignored his warnings and looked at the world as him. It's narrow and narrow. The front of your head is blocked. I can't see anything but myself.

When the answer is delayed, his expression gets worse again. He looked at him quietly.

“I'm back!”

You hear a loud noise behind the door. It was rainy.I bought some meat. I looked at him.

“Let's go.”

“Yes.”

The two of them left and went to meet the roots and meat, as if nothing had happened.

After watering the garden at the request of the book, he decided to go meet him at the sound of the familiar dog crying coming from outside.

He was not far away. It was a dog with a large speck on its right eye.

“Woof.”

It was a low, rumbling cry. He drools and barks. Next to him was an empty rice bowl and a house made of blue plastic.

“You're dirtier than I thought, aren't you? ”

He's even more angry if he understands what he's saying. He squats in front of him and gazes at the dog. He moves his tail busily, walking to the left and to the right, and eventually he lies on his stomach.

A big shadow falls over the ground. The sky was bright, but the earth was already celebrating dinner.

You can see the towering buildings from afar. It was a building forest. Seeing the countryside dog next to me felt strange. I was a little hungry.

“Aren't you hungry? ”

He doesn't bark anymore, but moves his tail a little.

“You adapt quickly, too. ”

He woke up from his seat, leaving a note like that. As I was getting closer to Yeon Seo's house, I smelled the roast of meat. He pushed forward.

Usually there were roots.

“What brings you here? ”

“I'm here to see my dog. ”

“Oh, him. ”

The roots nod as if they know.

“You're just in time for dinner. ”

“That's as good as it smells. ”

He sat around as he sat down. I didn't see any hot hair.

“I'll be inside. I said I'd help you get ready. ”

Kyungwoo said, seeing such a Kyungwoo, he asked.

“And you're playing here? ”

“You're missing the point. This must be the last meal. ”

"Last meal," he wondered.

“Why? I don't think he's going to let you come. ”

“That's what teachers do. But that's how it happened. I'll bet the people who quit are back on my radar. Send a few messages. I don't know if it'll happen again after a while. ”

It wasn't that he didn't know, but it was a bit bitter. Why do you drink like that? If you quit your kite, if you quit your job, will the people you were in love with become distant naturally?

“So come here often. Junsu and I are the only ones with limits. ”

“Yes.”

The silence passes. As opposed to the blue sky, the shadows over the house. Sitting there sniffing the smell of delicious food, he woke up in his place with a flash of thought.

I was curious about him.

“What's the matter? ”

“I left something behind. ”

“At the dog house?”

“Go to your workshop. ”

He waves his hand. It was said to bring it quickly.

“Bring water on the way. ”

“Yes, yes. ”

After taking a light errand, he went inside and opened the workshop. I passed a bookshelf full of books and materials and approached the desk. The laptop remained calm.

Laptop only.

“Huh."

No, USB. I must have planted it here.

I looked around the desk. It was clean, there was no USB anywhere. Why not? I think I left it somewhere else. I searched the memory, but the last place I remember was here.

He swept the side of the notebook, which was meaninglessly empty.

“Where have they gone? ”

A dry voice spreads through the air. Where'd you go? There was a sand egg that I had written for a long time and a full-length novel that I had just walked away from.

Knowing that there is no Lord, I went to find what I had touched here. I pulled out the book from the bookshelf. I looked under the door. No. Head down under the chair. There was none.

“Hmm."

He put his hand in his pocket. It was empty, not where I thought it would be.

“That's weird. ”

He had no choice but to mutter. Where did he go? He decided to clean up his mess. I bought bread at a bakery and got a phone call. It was in my pocket. Come to her house, sit down and talk. It was still in my pocket.

The first thing I took out was to work. You try to retreat from the sand. It was when Roo went to buy meat.

“From then on.”

He stood still and looked through the workshop as a whole. There were no loose ends. The USB only disappeared.

“I was wondering where you went to get water, and you're still here. ”

He wipes his mouth with his hands as if he had already drunk water.

“What are you doing? You said you left something behind. ”

“I did.”

“You didn't find it? ”

Unfortunately, yes.

He replied with a false laugh. I asked him what he had left behind. He strokes the top of his pocket with his hand. It's off.

If I say it, things will get bigger. I felt that thought in my head. I had a customer and nothing good came of making things big.

“It's no big deal. ”

“Tell me quickly. Find it before dinner. Don't regret it.”

The word Regret comes from his mouth, and he exerts even more power. He scratched the back of his head and said.

“Well.”

“Well."

“USB.”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

The face of the muscles gradually distorted.

“You're not talking about the flash drive you were talking about during the day, are you? ”

“Haha.”

He asked seriously with a serious look.

“Where was the last place I saw you? ”

He also said seriously.

“Here.”

Keung looks around his workshop. It was not that different from the landscape I saw during the day. Rather, it was cleaner. The chair is also under the desk properly. The laptop was also in the middle. The book was in place, too.

“That's when I said I was using my laptop. ”

“Yes.”

“But where did it go? ”

“A mystery.”

“Locker room.”

“That's not true because the door was never locked. ”

“So accidental murder? ”

“I don't have a body. ”

“Organic.”

“To put it bluntly, but in that case, the unsub is desperate. ”

“I have an alibi. ”

“Me, too."

if the dog can testify. At the end of his remarks, the two of them finished joking and began searching the workshop.

End of Face (3)

lim Han-baek