Great Novelist

“Oh, by the way, I was going to take a picture today. I forgot.”

The speaker clapped his hands and said. Suddenly, he asked.

“What pictures? ”

The answer came from the mouth of Junsu.

“I just took a picture with my teachers. With a film camera.”

“Film cameras? ”

The speaker proudly said that it is a camera that has been in use for a long time.

“Yes. I've been filming since I first brought in the student body. I have an album. Want me to show you? ”

He nods. A close friend who knew his place rose from his seat. In his returned hand was a heavy album. Four people sat around the album on the floor.

“We'll be there, too. Somewhere.”

The photos in the album were well organized. Junsu handed over the album one by one, and the unknown faces passed by one. Everyone came here to be a writer because they were good at writing.

“Here I am. ”

Workers point to one place with their hands. There stood a young man with long hair. I was more impressed than I am now.

“Wow, when did this look like? ”

“I'm in my 20s, since I just got here. ”

“Look at this village. ”

Junsu said in a rare teasing tone. It was definitely corny.

“Junsu wasn't so refined either. Look here."

Everyone's gaze turned to the fingertips of the roots. It was a picture of Jun. He wore a blue jacquard and jeans up and down, though there was no significant change in his appearance. Junsu said it was a fashion trend at the time.

“You're both there. ”

“This one.”

He looks at the album, ignoring him. Turning back, there was a picture of Junsu and Keung standing in the yard together. The house in the background is still there.

“It's been a while since I've seen you. ”

“I remember this moment. Yes, sir.”

“Oh, when I first sowed my garden, ”

I vaguely imagined the past of this place as I listened to the conversation of two people. While Junsu was taking a picture and continuing the conversation, he slowly handed over the album. Seasons change and time runs out. Someone's past is written here. Peek at it.

It was fun.

“Huh?"

I accidentally heard a voice. I came across a face I had never thought of. There was a familiar face. I took a face to the photo. He was right, too. I saw him a few times.

“What's the matter? ”

Roommates ask, and he looks back at his youth and answers.

“I saw someone unexpected. ”

“Huh? Who is it? Do you know someone? ”

Then the doorbell rings. The speaker went out on her own, stopping her from getting up. He couldn't afford to care there. I really didn't think about it. But seeing his face here, I began to understand his actions.

“Who?”

“Here, this guy. ”

He points at him by hand. He said he dreamed of a novelist. He said he wanted to be a genius. A man who first put a great goal in his mouth. At that moment, I felt like everything was continuing.

“Oh, it's been a long time. Oh, my God."

I heard the voice of the speaker on the porch. He just took his eyes off the album and raised his head.

“Who's here? ”

“You must be one of the guests who always comes. It's always crowded in here. ”

Roommates replied to Junsu's words. He nods. This was such a place.

“Come in, come in. ”

You hear footsteps with the voice of the speaker. The three of them looked there side by side.

And...

“Huh? That's the guy in the picture. ”

Kyungwoo said, at the same time, the customer and Ahjussi met.

“Space shuttle?”

He calls out his name. With something in his hands, he was a familiar face. It was a little older than the face in the photo.

“Why are you here? ”

He questioned. When he got up, the eyes of the two writers behind him followed.

He called out his name instead of an answer. Hi there.

“Mr. Moon. ”

A moment of silence passed.

“Sir?"

Who's your teacher? Everyone but Australia was confused.

“Do you two know each other? ”

Junsu said that he seemed to have a face with Mr. Moon. Dr. Moon replied.

“My apprentice. ”

“· · · · · · · · What? ”

A strange voice came from Junsu's mouth. He nods.

“You're a teacher.”

“What's going on here? Which disciple are you? ”

Coincidence? You mutter a small muscle. He looked at Mr. Moon with unfamiliar eyes.

“Why did your teacher come to your house? ”

When he asked, he looked at the album on the ground.

“That's because I was your disciple. ”

Yes, he was taught by the speaker. And now someone who teaches.

There was a similar angle between the two classes. It was especially true not to use the word "wrong."

“Haha, this is interesting. We'll get the car out and say hello to each other. ”

Meanwhile, the speaker headed to the kitchen with a gift from Mr. Moon. The rest of them looked awkwardly. Compliance opened its mouth.

“This one came under you around the same time as me. He was the best writer back then. ”

“Really?"

Workers were amazed. It was surprising that they wrote better than Junsu.

“I left before you came in. ”

“I'm a school teacher now. I'm his teacher. ”

Teacher Moon pointed to him and said. It was confusing to see the students gathered at the teacher.

“So, why are you here? ”

The story returns to its origin. Everyone shut up. Only you could answer this question. Mr. Moon was waiting for an answer.

“That's · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

I realized that this was the moment that I knew one day would come. I didn't notice anything like this, and suddenly that moment came. I laughed, so it was fun, so I decided not to avoid it.

“I wrote. ”

“Writing?”

And I said, "Yeah, this is what happens when you write. ”

Teacher Moon replied a little later.

“Were you a student here? You said you didn't go to school, but you said that because you were here. Okay, now I get it. ”

“No, that's not it. ”

“Isn't it?”

“Yes.”

Moon's eyes narrow.

“Then what is it? ”

He opened his mouth slowly. It was to put a familiar and unfamiliar name in my mouth. A more bold voice came out than I thought.

“I'm a coincidence. ”

There was silence again. Nobody moves. There was a teacher at the center of it. He didn't see any reaction. It was stiff.

“Did you have a nice chat? ”

The speaker appeared behind me and said. She looks at Mr. Moon's face.

“What are you so surprised about? ”

Teacher Moon seems to harden when surprised. She glances at the stiff atmosphere and says,

“Let's sit down and have a cup of tea. ”

Then came the sound of breathing.

He picks up the car in front of him. Tea at a good temperature made my stomach warm. I took a sip and quietly put it on the table. I saw Mr. Moon's face behind the teacup standing alone.

“So, you? ”

“Yes.”

“Coincidence?”

“Yes.”

“Ah.”

“I'm serious.”

“This is crazy.”

He knew. That he wouldn't lie in a situation like this. Nevertheless, it took him a long time to believe that he was a coincidence. He had not come to this day without being discovered by anyone.

The speaker and the two writers were just watching the situation. Teacher Moon sighed while washing his face.

“It's not that I haven't thought about it. I wonder if this is a coincidence. ”

“Yes.”

“You're a good writer. I write so well that I can't even think of myself as a student. It's a coincidence if you're that good at studying. ”

“Thank you."

“· · · You never said no. I didn't deny it. Yeah, I did. But why did I naturally think you weren't a coincidence? ”

He flicks the teacup with his fingertips.

“It's your writing. ”

He sighs again.

“What you thought was coincidence, what you thought wasn't coincidence, was all because of your writing. ”

I was in a state of confusion. He understood. He wrote a bunch of words that wouldn't be coincidental. He wrote in his own style, not his own. The atmosphere and structure were different from the coincidence.

“How do you expect me to take this? ”

“Simple.”

For him who was wandering around, he offered a simple way. You remove any obstacles between him and coincidence.

“It's a coincidence that I'm a space hog. ”

“Does that mean? ”

“You can write all of Australia's articles and coincidences. ”

He laughs. Fear or devastation is something that brings laughter to his mind. Lee Kyungwoo, who was listening to them quietly, tried to open his mouth, but Junsu stopped him. But he was also curious. Why can't I believe it's a coincidence? Rather, if you've seen his writings,

You should have seen it first.

“Why can't you believe it? From what I hear, it wouldn't be weird if you noticed it first. ”

The teacher stepped forward. His face was stretched out. I reached for my itch. I interrupted because I wanted to.

“I see. Am I the only one who doesn't understand the fundamentals of this conversation? ”

Junsu even looked at me a little.

“Speaking of which, have you been tricked by Songhaetics? Why don't you believe your disciple? ”

“Fraud. I haven't seen you in a long time. ”

Teacher Moon looked at him and sighed again.

“Space shuttle.”

I called you by name. It was a familiar call. It always appears when asking for explanations.

“It's because I'm good at hiding it. ”

“You're a coincidence? ”

A friend asks, "Yes, Lord says so." Junsu's glance narrowed.

“That's amazing. How did you hide it when you got to the door book? Your writing is especially unique. ”

“Is there a trick to this? ”

It wasn't that complicated. This was a very simple problem.

“I know how to write something else. ”

“Another article? What's that supposed to mean? ”

“Literally. It's not a coincidence. ”

“· · · · · · · What do you mean? ”

Junsu didn't say anything. Teacher Moon told those who were wandering around.

“It's something else. ”

“Yes?”

“This guy writes something completely different. I was fooled when I read the article closest to you. ”

“· · · · · · · Yes? ”

Crew frowns.

“Are you talking about the deformation in the original article? Removing connections, reducing nouns. ”

“No.”

In Junsu's words, Moon firmly said. The gaze was towards compliance.

“You know that. What a wonderful person I am. You think I'd fall for that? ”

“Wow, with your mouth. ”

Crew mutters. Junsu accepts it quietly.

“I know. That's why I'm more confused. ”

“Then what is it? You're telling me this guy has two identities? ”

The worker said lightly, "How can I come out of such a dream?"

“That's right."

The heavy answer came back.

“That's what my disciple is saying. ”

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