Great Novelist

“Space shuttle!”

As soon as he opened the cafe door, he looked around at the shouting. Fortunately, there were no other guests. Only his mother is waving her hand. The cafe was filled with warm air and a subtle aroma of coffee. A fine stream of cold flows from his body that has drawn out the air.

“Hey, hey. ”

“Wait. Order up. ”

Only after calming him down and warming his herbal tea did he hear his story. On the inside table, where there is no sound to the register, the mouth moves with a frown.

“Congratulations, asshole! ”

On a sudden celebration, he inclined his head.

“What's the matter? ”

“What's the matter, what's the matter! ”

Seogwang was appalled and held his cell phone close to his face.

“10th place!”

He was too close to the screen to see the letters, but he understood what he was saying at once. His top 10 was the ranking of the book. Hearing the story from the rose the other day, he smiled lightly, but Seogwang was in a commotion.

“Enter the top 10 best-selling genre novels! Victory!"

Instead of raising his voice, he thought of a place.

“I never fought a battle. ”

I opened my eyes to Australia's aesthetic response.

“Victory. This is victory. You survived this drug-eating world. I drew vertical lines in my head with gossip and evaluation. Newcomer! On the floor! ”

Seogwang looks behind him and lowers his voice.

“What a coincidence. A man who does not know failure. ”

Now I'm familiar with the word coincidence that comes out of his mouth. It's not awkward at all. As the name coincidentally adapted, God's language began to react. Engaged with the publisher's aggressive publicity.

Over time, sales grew and eventually entered the top seller rankings today.

“Circle is the writer there. ”

The end corrects and he looks at his friend's face. I met him for the first time since winter break. He was still.

“How are you learning English? ”

“I'm surprised, too. It's growing at an incredible rate. ”

He opens his chest.

“That's great. ”

He ate a snack that his mother gave him as a service. It was crispy.

“We should go around reading all the manuscripts in our shop. ”

It was a big dream.

“I'll give it to you as soon as I can read it. ”

“Really?"

“Yes. As many books as I want. ”

He thinks for a moment and shakes his head.

“Just one book. ”

“I'm surprised. I thought I'd call you whatever I wanted. What book is this?”

“Your book. ”

Seogwang reached out to the snack.

“That's what I translate. ”

Crisp comes from his mouth. Since the manuscript was hand-delivered by chance, he joked that it would be quite expensive to sell later, and that he would keep it in place of emergency money. That's what he said.

“There's a lot of knights coming up right now. Puha, look at this. Holy Father of Genre Small Design. ”

Seogwang smiled at the screen. He laughs. At the end of his gaze, there is a knight with an unfamiliar name.

“I heard that you will become a fantasy novelist for Korea in the future? ”

“Well, there's nothing wrong with that. ”

“The rising sun. ”

“Thank you.”

“They're writing reverse lore. ”

“You're right. ”

He frowned and frowned.

“You cheeky bastard. ”

He muttered, looking at the lament screen.

“By the way, who wrote this praise-filled article? ”

I saw the name of the reporter who lowered the screen to the end.

“Myeonghom Journalist? I'm a huge fan of yours. I feel like it has an appeal. ”

“The press will. It's delivering objective information. ”

“Is that what you call divinity now? ”

I shrug my shoulders and smile.

“So are you satisfied with this? ”

You have entered the bestseller. All he did was write. The rest was the power of publishers and readers. It was currently ranked 10th under the title of God's Language. 10th.

“The best seller in the whole world was crying. ”

He nods. The number one best-seller was the sound of a coincidental cry. That was what Dongbaek said. There's a bomb at the end of the wick. Now the fire will burn faster.

Will Circle be able to defeat the writer by accident? But before that, it might be noticed that they are the same person.

“Probably not.”

Seongwang shakes his hand at the question of Lord.

“You didn't mean to hide it. There are coincidences everywhere. If he had wanted to hide it, he would have written it in a different style. ”

He was right. If he wanted to hide it completely, he would have written in a form that had not yet been published in the world.

But he didn't.

I was going to hide it. However, because of the nature of the writing, the colorful text was more suitable for coincidence. I wanted to say it out loud. I used a different name not to hide it, but to set it free. I thought it was enough to change my name.

“Some of you are already suspicious. Specialists in particular."

He laughed because he said he was an expert.

“I don't think so. Different names are more powerful than I thought. Being prejudiced makes flexible thinking impossible. The word" expert "can sometimes lead people further into a trap. ”

Since Seogwang was a westerner, a coincidence and a circle were able to associate itself. Others, however, are different. They will judge works and writers within them with their eyes. And they will come to their own conclusions. What guarantee do we have that the conclusion will be close to the truth?

Neither was I.

“Isn't it too peaceful? ”

“It's nothing serious. I already got what I wanted. ”

“What did you want? Money?"

“Didn't I tell you how much I owe you? ”

“Then what is it? ”

He saw a small screen hanging in his hand. The word of mouth is not yet finished. Now that you're inside the best-seller, it's time to accelerate. The book was sold, even if it wasn't a coincidence. People admitted it and thought about an author named Eternity.

“Proof of freedom, I might add. ”

He drank warm herbal tea, grumbling and complaining that he didn't understand.

*

“Well done.”

“Well done, Director. ”

“Goodbye. ”

The movie breathed with a greeting from the staff and actors. There were clouds on the smooth shooting. Good scenario and good actor. I was able to get a clear picture of the map and examined the set thoroughly. It is the closest thing to the description in the book.

The screening saw a set of pieces decorated inside the kite's house. Inside, there was an actor with a dark complexion as dark as his own.

“Silk shark.”

The screening called out his name. He immediately approached the director. A face that is not young. An unknown face. It was an actor who only dropped Yeon Jo until the mid-30s.

He was also an actor of his own choosing as his brother's role.

“The acting was good. ”

I told him the show first. I meant it. I liked his acting.

“Then why isn't it okay? ”

The movie asked him and asked himself at the same time. Why couldn't he be satisfied in this scene?

“Writer Choi. ”

As the crowds nearly leave, you call out to her, and someone puts their hands on your shoulders.

“Yes, sir. ”

In that lovely voice, the show raised its mouth tail. However, I recalled the current situation and lowered my mouth again.

“Where can I fix it? ”

He asked, that's a good voice to hear. I've been thinking since I first met him. It was evidence that he had a proper voice. There was an obscure pronunciation.

Silk silk was able to chew raw meat just by talking. But there was really no problem with his acting. I also got along well with actors with a long career.

“You did well, Silk Joo. Maybe it's an interpretation. ”

Crystal said with a scenario in hand.

“The older brother is especially lacking clues in his work. ”

The screening received her words. Yes, he is short and intense. That's why you were drawn to this character and taken away.

“We brought it in our own way, and so far it's been fine. It wasn't weird when you shouted okay again today. ”

Before the show explained why, she opened her mouth first.

“But it's kind of hot, right? ”

She saw the shoot today. You would have liked it just like the show. She reads and analyzes more original works than anyone else.

“This is a scene that shouldn't go by like that. ”

He slits a bird's throat. It is not a scene that overcomes fear. It was not a scene that turned away from fear. It was a manifestation. It was the scene that best represented his brother's character. He's the Darkness, to say the least. In this light and dark movie, if the darkness is in the middle, neither can I.

Especially because he insisted on this scene. I don't want it to shake in here.

“Am I supposed to be angry? ”

Silju asks. He holds his script in his hand one day. It's loose. The area he opened contains footage that should have been filmed today. It was the peak of his emotions.

“Kill birds. ”

The screening said, so of course.

“You should be angry.”

In response to the projection, he lowers his head slightly. I can see that I haven't convinced him yet. Crystal said.

“Why? Where does it take you? ”

Tense spots on his face are powerful, but he doesn't back down and opens his mouth. The crystal did not comfort him or comfort him in particular, but simply listened to his emotions.

“Something's not right. ”

“My scenario? ”

“No! My acting. ”

In the dangerous joke of the crystal, he says with a strong denial. The show was so lovable when my wife showed such a wicked side.

She sweeps up her glasses and smiles.

“Tell me.”

Silk silk thought about it and said seriously.

“Can I play? ”

“Yes, I can see faster than a horse. ”

Crystals and screenings saw his performance. He moved on to the script. I got angry and killed a bird. It's a big movement. It's pronounced and pronounced. Emotional expression was stable.

Seeing his performance, the projection painted a scene in his head. The screen shakes. There's a bird, there's him, there's a kite. The camera moves behind the actor. Not a lot of dialogue. The story begins with an action. They kill birds, they get scared, they get angry. Without sharing the scene.

Draw naturally with one breath. The person leaves the center of the screen and doesn't highlight anything. The audience is immersed in the sound of rough breathing, feathers of birds, and distorted faces on one screen.

He continues to act. I looked at the script. The letters were listed. It was a script that I read and wrote very hard.

“Wait.”

The sound stops. I see the script. I recalled the question he asked me. I wonder if his anger is right.

“Do you have a book? ”

“Yes.”

The crystal was already opening the book. It was a ragged piece of paper lined up. He was also a fast man. The screening read the letter over her shoulder. This was an extreme resection of the extravagant body of coincidence. Thanks to you, the reader is free of pressure.

I feel an explosive emotion.

“It's harsh. Reading makes me feel better. ”

“That's right."

There was definitely anger. I slowly thought about the show. Whose anger is this? A kite. It's him. Or a dead bird. No, it was his. It's just his anger reading.

“Is he still angry? ”

The muttering of the show said the crystal.

“You're throwing a corpse. ”

It's like I'm losing my mind.

“· · · · · · · I feel a bit lacking. ”

“What?”

The screening failed to answer her question.

Twist Bird's Neck (1) End

lim Han-baek