Great Novelist

“Oh, Lord. ”

As he raised his head, there was sunshine and spring. He was on his way up, and they were on their way down. I met him halfway down the stairs and stopped walking.

“You're here early. ”

He asked two people who had gone to school earlier than usual.

“I'm going to the library. ”

“I'm on my way to see your article. I want to read it again. ”

“That's an honor. ”

The glare of the line suddenly narrows.

“Your writing was really good. Why is that the only person coming? ”

She hesitated to make a choice, and after the exhibition started, she was the most active. Once you draw the sword, Mubarah will lose his temper.

He recalled the students in the library.

“Not bad. ”

“No, I want more. ”

“Well, let's wait. It's definitely a growing trend. ”

Spring adds to the relaxed words of Lord.

“Yes, I'm sure he will. Seogwang-hyun talks a lot. ”

“I don't hate him. ”

Spring's words did not comfort me much.

“You were distracted by another book. We'll finish our writing once and for all. Not much of a compliment. Public relations is almost the focus of the Aussie book. However, the eyes were only raised. ”

“It's cold to read books in the West. He doesn't even talk about his own writing. ”

Spring wrapped around me, smiling awkwardly. Shenzhen sticks out her mouth. While listening to the story, I asked.

“What book? ”

“Huh?"

“What book did you lose your mind in? ”

“Uh, something. ”

Spring opened its mouth as she stuffed her memory.

“The language of God. ”

That's the title, I'm sure.

“Oh, we don't have much time. Here we go."

He slapped him on the back and vigorously climbed down the stairs. As I watched the two of them go down, I slowly climbed the stairs.

“Hello.”

He enters the class and greets the back in front of him. The answer never came back. He shakes his hand without raising his head. I have a book in my arms. It was an old-fashioned cover and title glowing in silver. 1 Language of God. The writer of eternity.

He doesn't move.

1 It was time to rest after the teaching.

“What are you doing?"

Again, he just waved. It was a sign of something told me not to interfere. The next lesson started. He moves his body a little. It was to put the book between the textbooks.

Time has passed.

“Let's go eat. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“Aren't you eating? ”

“Yes.”

“What?"

“I'm not eating today. Go and eat. ”

“Why?”

“I'm going to read this. ”

It was short answer. I liked the book quite a lot.

“Here we go.”

“Huh."

Before he went to the restaurant, he went to the store and bought bread and told him. He doesn't take his eyes off the bread as well as the bread. I always felt but it was a terrible typhoid. He didn't lift his head until the end of the full class.

“Hey."

He looks over here with a book. It's been a long time since I saw him.

“Did you read it all? ”

That's what he asked. He shakes his head.

“I've only read the contents. ”

“Yes."

So he must be expressing his love for the book with such a clear look. He cared about the words.

“This is amazing. ”

As always, he began to express his appreciation for books no one had asked him about.

“This smells like a masterpiece. It's still one book, but I feel good. As long as the writer drags you well, you will succeed. ”

“The writer. ”

“Yes. Forever a writer. ”

He sweeps the book away and says in a mournful tone.

“I was looking down on him. I ignored you as a rookie. I almost missed this article. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. It's horrible just thinking about it. I can't go back to before I don't know it. ”

“Oh, right. ”

“Yes!”

It's getting louder.

“I love it. Especially in these languages. It was a language created by the author, and I almost fainted when I saw the letterhead attached to it. It's too sophisticated. It's too linguistic. ”

Language like language is a strange expression. At this point, he just listened, because he had nothing to say.

“Look here, a portrait of the mayor of the village where Circle lives. Can you describe food, tradition, culture, art, the village, and the world? It's a very concise and explicit representation of their society. I'm completely off the hook here. A newcomer did this.

It is. ”

“Hey.”

“Brilliant!”

“I see.”

He laughs. He explains how the world view of the laughter, the long words, and suddenly lowers his voice.

“But you know what? ”

“Why?”

“I'm getting a little carried away. ”

“What feeling? ”

“This is a little familiar. ”

There was strong excitement and conviction.

“How do I look familiar? ”

“I don't have the right reasons, I'm just feeling it, but I'm pretty confident. ”

Seogwang lowered his posture. I covered my mouth with my hands and said,

“I think it's a coincidence. ”

I knew he'd notice. There is tension and expectation.

“As someone who has three books of coincidence, I think I'll be published with this title soon. Eternal identity is a coincidence. ”

That was a great title.

“It's a squeeze, so you can't get it out of novices. Progress is like a coincidence writer, and so is the writing. I can't imagine the coincidence of fantasy writing, but that's all there is. Because coincidence isn't something that someone else can use to imitate. Everywhere

I see some standing marks. I don't think accidental writers try to hide it perfectly. ”

“Hmm."

“You read it, too. It's not much to go on, but it's only a matter of time before I see it. Mania can smell. If you like genre novels, I won't stand by and read them. I've already decided to read it today and post it on my blog. Maybe it's a coincidence.

I'm trying to write something. What do you think? That's a lot of hits. Oh, that can't be a problem, can it? ”

He was anxious, he said.

“What's the problem? You'd be thankful for that. It's a promotion. ”

“Is that so?"

He got up from his seat with his bag.

“Let's go broke. ”

“Okay, just give me a second. ”

Seogwang turned around with a relieved look, holding the book in his hand, and lifted the bag roughly on his back.

He climbed the stairs. The sound of footsteps echoes. It's a path to the doorman's faults in the corners. I saw the slothful walking ahead. He had a book in his hand.

I've been speechless. To be more precise, I haven't spoken since he completed a book he brought to school. I read the review. He read and understood the keywords he had thrown.

He was thinking about it. A message of coincidence and prejudice. In order to connect it, you have to go over the wall. Could it be a coincidence? No way, no way.

Stairs, the place where Seogwang first asked himself to become a novelist.

“No one. ”

You mutter in a small, empty stairwell. Somehow there was no one there. Maybe it's because it's a little late to talk to Seogwang. Seogwang didn't answer. The sloth that I walked before stopped walking. Australia also stopped walking. It was very mechanical.

The silence settles. I see a window in the hallway. A cold breeze comes in from there.

“Hey."

Seogwang opened his mouth. It was a voice calling to itself. I answered.

“Why.”

“What do you think the chances are that Moonye's only art department will be elsewhere? ”

He said confidently.

“Maybe very little. ”

“Yes. Very few. Probably not. Other than here.”

I saw the back of the western lights. What kind of face is he making? I was a little curious.

“And what are the chances that my friend is actually a coincidence? ”

He thought for a moment.

“Very little of that, too. ”

“That's right."

He lowers his hand. There was a book.

“What are my chances of winning the lottery? ”

“Maybe we should write it down. ”

“If I write all three, I would rather be a lottery. ”

“I'd be disappointed to hear that. ”

He makes a fool of himself. The laughter lasted for a long time.

“Haha, hahaha. ”

“Calm down.”

I barely laughed at what he said. A little name came out of my mouth.

“Coincidental writer. ”

He turns around. My eyes met.

“Yes.”

“Are you a coincidence? ”

“Yes.”

“Is it really you? ”

“Yes.”

Another long smile flows from his mouth. Some seemed happy and some looked ridiculous. He stumbles a little. I grabbed the rail and leaned over it. He looked up at him a little lower.

“What kind of magic did you cast? ”

“I didn't do any magic. ”

Then, it sounded like groaning.

“How can you write in 180-degree writing? ”

He came back from the dead. I replied to myself.

“Maybe there's another me in me. ”

“My goodness.”

He rubs his face with his bare hands on a ridiculous frown.

“You really are the only writer. You're the only one in the whole world. ”

“Of course it is. ”

“I can't believe that confession was this one. Who wants a confession like this? ”

“I tried to like you, how's that? ”

“You maniac. ”

Seogwang smiled and cried. He looks crazier when he cries out for the madman.

“Wow, really. Wow, really. I never thought I'd see an event like this in my life. What a coincidence my friend is. What a coincidence. What a coincidence. ”

“Calm down.”

“Calm down? I planned this surprise and I told you to calm down! There's a firecracker going off in my head. Calm down! ”

“Got it.”

“What do you know! Do you know how this overwhelming, ridiculous, joyful, exciting, joyful feeling reminds you of your past life? ”

“I don't know about that. ”

“Ahhhh.”

I twisted my whole body screaming. The staircase vibrates to his notes. I desperately endured the laughter that tried to come out inadvertently.

“What a coincidence! ”

Eventually, Seogwang rushed to him without winning the excitement. In the shock, he grabbed a handrail. The eye is high. We stand on two legs on the same staircase.

“Give me 100 signatures! ”

“That's it. ”

“I'm breaking into your house today. Are you okay?”

“Yes. I'll show you the manuscript if you want. ”

“You were real!”

“Come now? ”

In the midst of such a commotion, it sounded popular in close proximity. At that moment, he and Seogwang stopped all action. In the stairwell, two people glanced up. There were sunflowers, springs, and barons. No one opens their mouth.

“What coincidence? ”

Baron asks. He rolls his eyes for a moment and asks.

“What are you doing here? ”

“I came to find you even if you didn't come. ”

“But I see a bunch of crazy people acting out on the stairs. ”

“What happened? ”

Three responded side by side. Seogwang asked.

“What are you going to do? ”

“I have to confess.”

He reached out to Seogwang.

“What?”

“Let me borrow your book. ”

He gave them the book. There were letters in the book wide open. The mouth of the three who read it opens slowly. He said to the three confused gazes.

“Let's go to the brothel first. ”

End of a Author's Confession (3)

lim Han-baek