Great Novelist

“Let's get some guests! ”

It's a noisy festival day. At the same time as the festival started, half the children went to find their places and started working. In the hallway, students in different uniforms were passing by. I saw people in uniform. After more time, more people will be born than this.

1.

“Hey, let's go. ”

Seogwang grabbed him by the arm. There was no role in the class and the two of them were free, not doing anything in the side activities.

“Are you going to watch from the spring with Sunflower? ”

“It's close.”

So they decided to just go and watch. I could see the hallway that was decorated for each class. A sign of diligence. Students who were promoting pickets raised their voices. It was loud but fun.

“Here.”

They were embroidered under the fancy name Flea Market. The corridor decorated with tents made me want to see it once.

“Well prepared. ”

“I see.”

He and Seogwang went inside. Inside, it was full of items that half the children had taken one by one. A lot of people have already come in and looked around. He found the spring in the register.

“Hello.”

“Hello?”

Spring welcomed me with a big smile while I was busy. The short cut of the hair in both prongs reminded me of the red hair Anne.

“Everyone wants a lamb chop. ”

“Yeah, it's fun, right? Boys wear hats. ”

As she said, all the students who explained or guided the product were wearing hats or braiding their hair. It was a dress code for this class.

“What are you going to buy? ”

“Are you selling to us? ”

When Seogwang asked, Spring smiled and said.

“No way. Take a look around. There's a shipwright selling stuff. ”

Spring dealt with students who came as the calculations. She looks busy, and Joo and Seogwang approach Sun Hwa on the inside.

“Oh, you're here? ”

She waves. The braided hair shook together. It was normal until morning.

“Is it selling well? ”

“Pretty good. I told you. This stuff works like clockwork. ”

I saw a lot of customers. She looks excited. I sat down and looked at the items on the floor. There were various items including doll or toy knife, clothes and accessories, bowls or cups. On one side, there were also a lot of large body items such as chairs and large dolls.

“What's with the chair? ”

“Parental sponsorship. It's new.”

“Can anyone buy that? ”

Although it looked fluffy and comfortable, who would buy something like that at a festival?

“If it doesn't sell, you can take it back. ”

“That must be hard.”

“But it's good to have something that exists. ”

As she explains the chair, she hears a familiar voice behind her.

“Here are the doormen. ”

“Mr. Moon. Uh, Dr. James is here, too? ”

The two of them came to watch together. Moon's gaze was on the chair.

“What brings you here? Are you here to see us? ”

“No, I saw a chair as I was passing by. Is that for sale? How much?”

He stated his intention to purchase. I was also glad to hear that it wasn't propaganda. Seogwang told the teacher who wanted to buy a doctor.

“They can't deliver here. ”

“Don't worry. I'll leave it on the side. I was thinking of a plush chair. ”

“Only you? ”

“You can buy it, too. ”

Moon didn't even look back and grabbed the chair. His fierce consumption brought together the students' gaze. A few laughed and a few cheered. Sales have gone up.

“Don't you buy anything? ”

He asked in English. He also replied in English.

“I don't know. Maybe you should sell one while you're here. ”

He circles around. He introduced the goods in the hope that his friend's shop would be good.

“How about a cup of tea over there? I think it would be easier for us to tea leaves. ”

“I've had enough tea. I got you a present. ”

“What about the book? It's a comic book, so you can read it no matter how bad it is. You can study.”

“This might be okay. Oh, that giraffe has a long neck. ”

He went inside and took a closer look. Finally, he took a set of comic books and a small giraffe in both hands and went to the door teacher carrying the chair. Spring, when I was standing at the register and staring at this side, I got the price of scrambled goods.

He stepped back satisfied with the successful sale. My back head was cold, and I turned around, and I saw myself standing side by side with Sunhwa.

“I recommended it a lot. ”

When I said that, I narrowed my eyebrows a little.

“You speak English, you make weird language, and you're really good at writing, aren't you, like, 10 languages? ”

“Twenty-three languages? ”

“· · · · · · Don't believe this? Hater.”

“I'm telling you. ”

I couldn't agree with her more. Then I found a notebook.

“How annoying it is to read a book like this one. I'm going to read a book as soon as I can. Use this as a vocabulary. ”

“An impure reason. ”

“Whether it's impure or not. ”

Two people listened to the conversation and he also listened to a notebook on one side. It was the place where everything was being used. She told me the price and didn't forget to buy something to eat there if she was hungry. On the inside of the desk is a chicken skewer.

“Is it good?”

“I don't know. I haven't tried it. ”

“Have you seen this honest salesman? ”

Eventually, the two of them left with a chicken skewered in each hand.

“You're next on Barron's list, right? ”

“It was a restaurant there. Did you say toast?”

“A chicken skewer like this is a mouthful. ”

He agreed. It's been a long time since I ate a chicken skewers. A big, sweet sauce spread in my mouth.

“Delicious.”

“Isn't it better to eat at school? ”

The festival was a special seasoning. Ordinary food also tastes better. It didn't take long to eat all the chicken skewers, as West said.

“It's been a long time, Baron. ”

“I was in and out when I got the text. ”

“I did.”

I had received a strange misunderstanding. He put his feet inside the classroom in a strange way. He was sitting in a chair in the corner. Seeing that there were students at the venue, it seemed that it was not his turn yet.

“Sunbae.”

“You made it.”

“Phew, what's with the apron? ”

Red. It was a color that wouldn't stain if spilled with chewing gum soup. I thought they were in class, but the other students were wearing regular aprons.

“This is the only apron in the house. ”

“You look good together. ”

“I know. ”

He had a little smile on his face.

“You're going to have toast, right? ”

“Of course.”

Then came the girl behind Baron.

“Baron, I'm short on change. Can you change it for me?" ”

“Got it.”

He knew the girl. It was Castera. The dialogue between the two seems natural. I met her in the eye. I simply said hello.

“That's it. Take your time. ”

Baron leaves the room without taking off his apron. Castera enters a kitchen made of desks and starts making toast. Seogwang and Australia sat in the seats prepared therein, giving each of them toast and milk. There were many different kinds of spicy cows.

There was also toast with lots of spiced toast or chocolate jam. He ordered plain ham cheese toast, but the slow-roasted toast was spicy.

“If you eat something like that, it's upsetting. ”

“Don't underestimate me. ”

He emptied his voice, drinking only three glasses of milk, and came out.

“Spicy.”

There was nothing I could do for him who was too busy breathing out.

“I don't think the tongue is as good as the one above. ”

No matter what he murmured, he made an uneasy look on his face the entire time he was looking around, and finally ran into the bathroom. It was an overestimation of the above. He notices it will take quite a while for him to get out and hangs on a chair in the hallway. The festival is there

There were many people sitting there.

Your pocket rings. You get your phone out and you get a message. It was a notebook.

“It's been a while.”

It was about him coming to school. He pressed the call button.

“Hello."

You hear a distinctive, neat and stiff tone. When I asked him where he was, he answered that he was in the library.

“Why did you go to the library after coming to the festival? ”

“To read your writing. ”

I blinked for a moment. Tell him about the sand. I'm searching hard for memories, he said.

“I saw the interview. He looked like a writer. ”

I never said that. He went to the library after the interview.

“Have you been to the newspaper? ”

“No, they gave it to me up front. ”

I could see the monkey handing out newspapers.

“Yes, my interview went to you. So you're reading it? ”

“Not yet. I'm waiting for my turn. ”

“Your turn?”

“Yes, it took a while for the foreigner to read. Your writing took time, especially. ”

The quantity was the shortest one he wrote. If it takes you that long to read, you're reading it in detail. I felt thankful to the reader who didn't know who he was.

“There's someone else who goes to the library at the festival besides you. ”

“The interview is quite tempting. I think someone's coming here sighing. ”

There was a chair there, just like where he was sitting. And since it's quiet and there's a book, you're better off resting your tired feet.

“Can I show you?”

“It's okay. You'll be busy. I'm just going to read the sand. ”

“What brings you to the festival? ”

“I'm here to play. ”

He gives a natural answer. Now I'm used to it. He found a glare coming out of my wet face and said,

“Have fun. ”

“Yes."

I hung up and approached him. It seemed clean. Luckily, it seemed to calm down a bit. He sweeps the boat.

“I should recommend it to Sunhwa. ”

“Arthur.”

“It was something only I could eat. ”

Seogwang-ho muttered and asked.

“Where are you going? ”

He was still trying to play. He thought for a moment and pointed to the stairs. There's one last business to be had up there. Seogwang followed behind him without a word. There was no one up there. Unlike downstairs, it was a relatively quiet corridor.

“Aren't you coming up here? ”

“Yeah. There's no one there. ”

“Well, this is almost a war. ”

Seogwang looked around. There's a music room, and inside there are art galleries. It was like an art museum. I went deeper.

“Photography Department? The Photography Department was exhibiting. ”

Seogwang was circling around.

“Are you here to see a picture? ”

“Yes.”

He approached a black wallpaper and photos the size of B4 on it. The name and photo of the photograph deputy and the title of the photo were all in one place. It was quiet and disconnected. The excitement of the voices coming from downstairs are also the ones that are invading this space.

I couldn't. My feet are ringing every time I walk.

“Haha, this is fun. Look at the frogs. ”

Seogwang-chul was ahead of him and called out to him. He notices that he found the picture he was looking for.

“I can understand Grandma laughing. ”

He was fixated on the title. Her title is the moment she wishes for light. It was drawing people's empathy.

“But what's your name doing here? ”

“My name? ”

There was a title where Seogwang pointed. Below the title was the name of the Frog Girl. And there was a little bracket next to it.

“Heading Assistant Universe. ”

Seogwang asked.

“Were you the title assistant? So, what's the name of the maid? ”

He seems to have taken that position without even knowing it. This was her way of saying thank you.

“This is the title you made up? Somehow.”

“No.”

“No? What's the headline assistant? ”

He asked again. He took a moment to look at the picture. I wonder if she laughed at this picture.

“I don't know. ”

Only the frog in this picture will know.

After that, he sat down on the stairs waiting for the sun to come back to the bathroom again. I could see the crowded corridors at a glance. There were more people than before. A dark tent and colorful light blend together. I saw students in strange costumes or people in uniform.

He closed his tired eyes for a moment. He's got his head on the ledge, and there's a vibration. Someone set foot on the stairs. The steps were very slow and light. I put it down slowly. When I couldn't hear the sound, I took out my new notebook.

For a girl who believes in her destiny, there is a fate-like encounter.

End of Festival and Frog (2)

lim Han-baek