Great Novelist

“Hey.”

A word of admiration came out. The moment Silk Road faced him, it was overwhelming.

“That's impressive.”

It was a word of recognition.

“That's right. ”

“Yes.”

Coincidence opens its mouth.

“He's not angry. ”

“· · · · · · Of course? ”

“What do you think? ”

There was a loud noise. When I looked at the side, the water was strong. The projection spills a cup of water.

“Be careful.”

“You, don't come all the way out here. ”

It was an overwhelming voice. There was a cry.

“What?”

“By chance · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

She holds a pen and notebook in her hands.

“Writer.”

I heard a good voice.

“Yes?”

“Please respond.”

Desperate. These people want what they want. The answer of the author who created this article. I want to put it in a movie.

“You want to be touched, don't you? ”

Silju asks. He looks at you quietly.

“I want to be him. Perfectly.”

His eyes glimpsed a strong will.

He thought about the people who gathered here. Writing, making movies or acting Different ages and different genders. Perhaps my hobbies and preferences are different.

“Can I ask my favorite writer? Except me, of course. ”

They immediately answered even the most vivid questions in Australia.

“I enjoy reading Shakespeare. ”

“I am Natsume Soseki. ”

“Goethe, master of German literature. ”

People who give different answers make the same movie. Everyone wants to succeed. It is the same to do your best for each and every one of them.

“I'm confident. I'm going to make the audience cry with my film. Including you, but... ”

He wipes up the water and says,

“If I don't hear from here, I'm exhausted, so I don't know. ”

He laughed at the threat, not the threat.

“Don't be so hard on yourself for a second. ”

I came here to cooperate from the beginning. It was about my brother. It was also their fault that they couldn't write it down to the end because they were struggling with the interpretation of their brother.

“I'm not angry. ”

He said, and watched the show.

“You asked before, right? Do you kill?”

“I did.”

Murder. You kill a child. Like killing a bird. Then who do I throw the rest of the shells at?

“I tried to contrast my relationship with him. Do you know why that is? ”

Silk Road shakes its head.

“Because they look alike. ”

“resembles · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“Yes, they're both afraid of the same object. You two have seen each other scared. They're scared, they break things, they're scared, they hide inside. So what do you think? ”

“I don't want to resemble you. ”

The crystal is small. He said yes.

“From the outside, a brother is born who is contradictory and has a completely different personality. ”

Her hands move busy.

“But they know. The roots are the same. ”

“Yes, I always stay. ”

He was a horse who choked with water.

“So the reason he broke into the kite sanctuary and killed the bird is not for consolation or coercion, as Myeongju said. I'm just doing it for myself. To yourself killing babies in the future. ”

“So you can interpret them as the same self? ”

“Yes.”

The crystal immediately understood and moved his hands busy. The target he threw was a kite on the outside, but ultimately himself. I'm scared to death.

“It was his hands that got blood on them. I think it's a sacrifice somehow. He loses all the emotions he hates, and kites come out into the light. He's dark and kites are light. ”

Unlike kites, he is a man who cannot love himself. I'm trying so that kite can stay in love with herself.

I thought Silk Road heard the words of the crystal. That's too much.

“It's sad. ”

He said, at that moment, Silk Master realized. I heard the answer I wanted so badly.

“You're grieving.”

“Yes.”

A self that destroys. A self that kills life. Bloody self. Self that cannot be angry. Self left in the dark. At that moment, Silk Road became sad. Will he be able to endure this grief if he remained in darkness to the end? Silk Shi felt unbearable at that moment. No one.

It was an acorn that did not resolve. I can't go on like this. So I asked.

“Are you dying?”

I didn't ask who you were talking about. He failed to write his ending. The young self could not bear his destruction. He didn't even see his end.

Will he die?

“I don't know.”

I said small, but I imagined him. This is where she hid. It was a small room where birds died and bled. The notebooks used in closets, desks and schools are laid out in a mess. Two ink pens, one shaft. The eraser split in half was reluctant. On a muddy blanket.

Smells like it's not ventilated. There was a thin light on it. It was the light that flowed through the darkened curtain. It's day now.

The bird loses its wings. At that moment, the bird is as good as dead. I'll never fly again. But he struggled to the end. I try to live. I wander the ground, saying, "What if I can't fly?"

I called my brother there. I wanted to ask myself: What choice will you make?

“Sir?"

He opens his eyes. He never reveals himself.

“Maybe it's too late. ”

“Yes?”

I saw the mysterious appearance of Silk Master.

“Far away, dead or not, right? ”

“Anyway, I won't tell you the rest. ”

The play grumbles. Hearing his words, he is a little sad.

*

Publishers are always busy. Work continues and editors are having a busy day. It was no different from the rose.

“Yes, I am Dongbaek Publisher. ”

It was also an editor's job to receive occasional ringing calls. Beyond the phone, there was the word I heard the most recently.

“I'd like to ask you about the writer forever. ”

It was meant to be eternal. Readers wondered about him at some point. Forever writers are like this, but what kind of writers are coincidences? Roses insists on wishing his editor good luck and deals with a phone call from an anonymous reader in a candid voice.

“I'm really curious, is forever a current professor or a linguist? ”

No, he's just a regular high school kid. No, it wasn't. He was a coincidence. The article you're reading is a manuscript written by one of the hottest and most popular writers of all time. Rose refrained from saying what she wanted to answer.

“We can't tell you that. ”

A little distraction followed. The reader across the phone seems to have given up on another question.

“When will the next volume of the Divine Language appear? ”

This is one of the most frequently asked questions these days. When's the next one coming out? Rose stopped sighing at the boring question. This was not the case with Professor Dong's series, which is the leading author of Dongbaek Publishing.

“Not yet, but I think I can give you some good news soon. ”

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thank you. As soon as Rose deals with the opponent appropriately and disconnects, another editor's phone rings. I am Dongbaek Publishing Company. I heard a familiar phrase. Definitely forever is about the author.

“Oh, yes. Yours forever.”

I knew it. The words that came out of my colleague's mouth were familiar. The foreign image that God's language had was word of mouth. A book that became the best seller in the first half because of a word of mouth. It soon leads to the image that the content is a good, trustworthy book to view. desperate publicity until you get the image

Only the publisher will know how much they've been doing unseen business.

Rose got up from her seat and walked to the planning department.

“Team Leader Ox. ”

“Oh, yes. ”

The Small Team Leader of the Planning Department was just getting up on his feet in the shape of leaving the external muscles. I thought the timing was good and told him.

“I just wanted to get some materials for tomorrow's meeting. ”

“Planning? Wait a minute."

He quickly retrieved and handed over the documents. Rose checked the data and asked.

“Are you on your way to the bookstore? ”

“Yes, we're going to do more cars this time. ”

Khan, as he says, refers to the place where books are displayed in the bookstore. More columns means more books, more books mean more eyes. The noteworthy book is supposed to be sold. The chief of the small team said.

“Now's your chance. You're in the best-seller, so it's going to sell for real. Row when the water comes in. ”

The Cow Leader smiles brightly with a big shadow under his eyes. Rose felt a feeling of copulation as she saw it sitting under her eyes.

“Have a nice day. ”

“Yes.”

Rose looked at the data she received from him. The number that starts gradually increases every day. I can smile just by looking at it. How hard it must have been to get this result. But there was also a writer's writing at the heart of it.

If it's not good, if it's not interesting, no matter how much money and time I spend promoting it, I can't think of it. A tree with rotten roots dies no matter how much water it waters and sunlight it gets.

His writings will be more deeply rooted in the ground. It will grow into a giant tree that will not budge even if someone pushes it.

“Did you check the final manuscript? ”

“Not yet. I'll give it to you tomorrow. ”

“Eek, you promised to give it to me today. ”

“Are you busy because of the writer? ”

Rose moves her hand again, pausing for a moment. Then at this time, I made fun of the topic that always comes to mind.

“Now that you mention it, shall we go to trial? ”

I understood the successor just by saying that.

“Literature awards? ”

Literature awards for the most outstanding work of all year are usually judged in winter. There are many literary awards from companies, publishers, and institutions, but the thing that gains the most attention and recognition is called Korea's top three literary awards.

I'm in.

Rose was interested in one of them this year, especially the Tokyo literature award. Why?

“The only full-length novel included. ”

Unlike other literature awards aimed solely at short story novels, the Tokyo Literature Award selected works regardless of the length of the novel. It is widely screened for books published this year. What is the most outstanding literary work of the year?

“Isn't it a coincidence? ”

"It was a coincidence," said the successor, "that he had the most presence." Rose shook her head, agreeing with him.

“But the writers were pretty good this time, too. The writer is back in five years. ”

“Then, Yoo Geun-woo's expression was good too. There's also a writer, Bonsoeng, who likes you so much. ”

The Tokyo Literature Award was an award that purely examined the work. Even if the author is not famous, you can get it as much as you want. Rather, this award did not make me a best-selling book. Books are sold just by adding a line of promotional text. Winner of Tokyo Literature Awards.

“What will happen? ”

Rose looked at the language of the god in front of her eyes and said.

Twist Bird's Neck (4) End

lim Han-baek