Great Novelist

“This is forever the book of the author. ”

“Yes.”

“It's a coincidence that eternity is a writer. ”

“That's right."

“You're a coincidence. ”

“That's right."

“There are tons of manuscripts at home? ”

“You can show me if you want. ”

“Accidental manuscript? ”

“Of course.”

The line draws near and stabs me in the cheek. It was an act of confirming the existence.

“Somehow."

"Huh?"

"Somehow the student said it wasn't for writing. That's why you used it so well. The sound of crying and sand felt quite different. You're a coincidence. Coincidence.”

She grunts and mutters.

“I don't feel real. I thought I'd see a coincidence, but I can't believe we're up close facing each other every day. ”

Spring was in a state of trembling. However, they soon accepted themselves as coincidences because they were not as sensitive as the western world.

“It's a typeface. Can't you just change your mind? ”

It was Seonghwa who opened his mouth.

“Can you change your fingerprints if you want to? ”

He sounded a little tired. I was tired of the commotion.

“I didn't just get the name of the writer's fingerprint. You can wear it out if you use it a lot. You could cut your stomach or peel it off. But depending on your taste, you can't change this shape today, tomorrow, and that shape. ”

“That's right."

“That's what he does. ”

The glare of sunshine and spring is hot. He turns his head. At the end of it was Baron, who was speechless. My eyes met.

“Coincidence.”

“Yes.”

Lord answered Baron's call. Baron was just as much a fan of coincidence as he was. He trembles. Then I slowly approached.

“Coincidence.”

“· · · · · · · Yes? ”

“Let me touch your hand. ”

He raises his hand high. It was a reflection of the sun.

“I wrote it with these hands. ”

“No, that's my right hand. ”

He raises his hand without saying a word. Baron is serious. His attempt to lighten the mood with jokes ends in failure.

“Sign me up. ”

“Oh, yes. ”

“Thank you.”

“You're welcome.”

“Really. Thank you. ”

He realized that the greeting was not thanks to the sign of the silk. I don't know what the book of coincidence did to him. I don't even know how my own posts affected him. But he was telling the truth.

Spring said, smiling quietly.

“Sign me in, too. ”

Her cheeks turned red, and she was a fan of coincidence, too. Her appearance, which she did not want to be signed by a fake coincidence, passed through my mind.

“I'll go first. I'll take 100. ”

“What are you going to do with so much? I just need to give it to my family. ”

“I'll crack your nose. What do you say to that?

As usual, the children were as usual. Whether they were coincidences or not, they were consistent. He knew he had to show gratitude.

We've written together. I talked to her to get to know her, share memories of my first love, or go into a world of my own.

They all showed different faces.

The door was open. The door of the doorman is always open and closed. This is Moon. He looks at the situation and opens his mouth.

“The door will now open. ”

“Eek, is it already a door? ”

“It's almost done. I put together a copy of everything you've written so far. One free text at a time and we're done. Write whatever you want. ”

“Wow, time flies. ”

“What do I write? ”

Seogwang smiled and said.

“Do I write about coincidences? ”

“Hey, that. ”

He looked at Moon's eyes and said. It was so flawless. Seogwang was embarrassed.

“Why, he just wants to write about coincidence. ”

“Ah.”

Teacher Moon intervened between the two of them.

“If you're going to write about coincidence, get permission from yourself. ”

“Aigoo, how can I get permission from coincidence? ”

“You can use it. ”

Everyone's gaze was on him. He nods once.

“It's free writing. ”

Silence flows. Spring trembles.

“Did Mr. Moon know? ”

He replied with a proud smile on his face.

“Well, what don't you know? ”

You didn't know that until recently. He muttered to himself like that. It became noisy again.

By the time the children had devised the last article to enter the door and set up a frame and wrote it all, Moon said.

“The festival is coming up, right? ”

“Yes!”

Moon said, avoiding the hot artificial wind blowing from the warmth. The school festival is soon. In fact, each class was in the process of preparing. Make food according to the content, buy ingredients and decorate half.

“What do we do? ”

Shenzhen asked.

“No.”

Dr. Moon said. You don't. The children were convinced. In fact, they expected it immediately. It's small, and probably all five of you are here to write at the school festival.

“If you are sad, I think the writing you are exhibiting is a festival. Make yourself at home that day. ”

“I don't regret it. ”

“That's fine. ”

That's how the painter asked Barron.

“What are you doing at the festival? ”

“Restaurant.”

“What are you selling? ”

“They say it's toast.”

“What about you? If you go play, can you see your apron? ”

“Maybe.”

In saying this, the whole of Moon & '92; s book was shaken as well as the line drawing.

“You're working with him? ”

“We have to. We have to. ”

“I thought you'd be playing hooky. ”

Baron snorted in a western voice.

“I'm going to get out in a little bit. ”

“You can't do anything. ”

Spring spoke and everyone nodded. It's a big improvement compared to the beginning.

“What are you guys doing? ”

Seogwang asked Spring.

“We've decided to have a banquet. ”

“Bazaars? They're not popular. ”

“You don't know what. I told you this would work. We sell food together. ”

“You must be busy.”

At the same time, Seonghua and Spring sighed. They were expecting it, too.

“What are you guys doing? ”

“He's playing some kind of game room. Like putting balloons on and throwing darts. ”

“Wow, that sounds like fun. ”

I made a proud-looking face at the words of spring.

“I'm the one who came up with the idea. ”

“That's a big one. ”

“What are you talking about? Obviously.”

“That's right."

He opened his mouth, agreeing with Western opinions.

“The game room was my only idea. ”

I ignored what Westerner told me not to say anything useless.

“Only? That's a little harsh. Your participation rate is poor.”

“Yeah. My class is totally unmotivated. It's almost implicit. ”

“That's actually the most convenient thing. ”

Spring said with an awkward smile. As she was about to be busy, she looked at Seongwang and Australia with her eyes that she was really jealous. After a long talk about the festival, Barron opened his mouth.

“There's a lot of people in the library these days. ”

Everyone's face lit up.

“Definitely more than before. ”

Seogwang nodded his head. The increase did not give me a great view of the restaurant, but as the weather got colder, there were fewer and fewer people playing in the stadium, and more and more people were constantly entering the gossip.

It was a small change, but there was a great impression in what they made with their hands.

“I also think promotion is important. After Baron made a poster and put it up, there were more people. ”

Baron's voluntary poster was attached to each floor board in collaboration with Mr. Moon. I definitely looked away every time I went up or down the stairs. It makes me feel like I can go there once. Seogwang claimed his own ball but was ignored by Seonghua

I was beaten.

“My friends are all gone. He also read my book. ”

“Did you hear the emotion? ”

He said with a confident expression.

“That was so much fun. ”

Such a simple emotion is a heartbreaking expression for the author. Especially for the children who write the first book.

“The most popular thing right now is sand, right? I went there earlier and there were a lot of people standing in front of the masterpiece. ”

“It's like the main dish of a restaurant. They're lining up to eat it, coming from afar. ”

“That's right. We've read about it. That's how good the main dish is. ”

It was two people who spoke boldly. He straightened his arms up and said.

“Anyway, the important thing is publicity. Let's publicize the means. Let's get at least one person to read our stuff! ”

Speaking almost like a publisher's president, Lord gave her a gentle nod. Public relations were important. Word of mouth was important. He recalled the call with Dongbaek not long ago. It was about an increasing sales rate. The title of word of mouth works greatly. Contents

It has an image that is guaranteed. Makes me feel like I want to contribute to a success myth

Beneath the word, there will be a secret publicity of the publisher. I tried to stand out a little more to people. I took notice of the modifier "recommendation book" or "painting." In other words, it was the role of igniting the fire on the ship. The fire that burns the wick.

It took time. He expected results before winter.

Expected. How many bombs are waiting at the end of the wick.

Boom.

You hear the explosion. A slight scream and annoying voice echoes in half.

“Oh my gosh, you scared me. ”

“Who are you?”

“Shut up, everybody blow the balloons! ”

He looked at the colorful rubbers on his desk. The children gave an unsuspecting voice to the class president's shout.

“When did you blow all this? ”

“Isn't that too much? ”

“If I blow it out in advance, it'll blow over. Shouldn't you be singing it then? ”

Ignoring their support, the chairman said.

“You're right to blow it now. We'll all go out on the festival day. Put a piece of paper inside and blow it out. Right now.”

“Oh, we're not. ”

“Can't you blow it fast? ”

Her stubborn attitude allowed good children to quickly shut up and blow balloons. Students who were active in the festival were following the president's instructions and taping their writing on the window.

“It's a fun game room. It's good to know, right? ”

“Yes."

Seogwang was blowing a balloon with an elongated smile as to whether his idea would be better adopted and implemented.

“If it's so good, you should come join us. ”

“It's not that I haven't thought of it, but my emotions are just right. ”

He bites the balloon in his mouth and reads it, placing the top priority book on his knee at all times. The chairman looked at him, but he didn't seem to have anything to say. Anyway, he was blowing the balloon hard.

He asked the balloon. It tasted like rubber. As I tightened my lips and breathed air, the balloon was inflated. The paper inside moves. I could see the name of the snack.

“The prize is almost a snack, right? ”

“There are handwriting tools. Well, there's no such thing as a prize. ”

It's a school festival. I couldn't hang laptops or kimchi refrigerators for the prize. He blew the balloon mechanically.

“Boring.”

Seogwang was speechless. Read aloud with your eyes while blowing a big balloon. You tie up the balloons as you pass through the bookshelf. I had a good idea.

He grabbed the next balloon, rubbing his mouth shut.

“Hard, isn't it?"

Someone speaks from behind.

End of a Author's Confession (4)

lim Han-baek