Great Novelist

“Say that again? ”

Sofia frowns and asks. Edan opens his mouth as if it wasn't too difficult.

“If he'd written the same article in his 40s, he wouldn't have gotten so much attention so quickly. ”

Sofia laughs in vain, as Edan says.

“I don't read it. I know it well. ”

“Obviously. Some professor complained. ”

“It's not all about criticism, is it? ”

“They're not supposed to be here. ”

“Did you know that there is a professor who praises the opposite? ”

“Oh, I didn't know that. But at least I know you like coincidences a lot. ”

“And you hate it. ”

“I can't stand the sight of genius and standing aside. ”

“I'm not pulling over. ”

“That's enough. ”

James intervened in an overheated atmosphere. Edan takes a light step back.

“Anyway, I don't remember being invited to a literary conference. I haven't seen you in a long time. Let's not talk about books. ”

“This guy. This isn't just about books. ”

Charlotte, who was drying Sofia, adds with a smile.

“Whether he likes it or not, where's the biggest talk of coincidence in literature these days? Bird trail was a debut. He's throwing his name all over the world as his debut. The writer is the face of the country. Like Ed or Steinbeck.

The conversation is going on. ”

“Okay, okay. Should we all go to the bookstore now? ”

You hear a series of symbols in the distance. The music was passing the climax. Sofia replied with a slightly more genuine tone.

“Well, let's talk about something else for Edan. ”

“Yes. I'll tell you what happened last week. James, you don't know, do you? ”

The topic flowed elsewhere. Sofia and Edan often argued like this. It doesn't fit together. Nevertheless, I was surprised to see that I still have a friend relationship.

James made an appointment to go to the bookstore with his friends except Edan, but he ran into someone he didn't expect that day.

It was Edan.

“Why are you here? ”

Somehow, Edan said, between Sofia and Charlotte, smiling proudly.

“Coincidence is the best writer. ”

*

“Congratulations on winning the Tokyo Literature Award. ”

“Thank you."

He replied lightly to the butterfly's greeting.

“It's an unusual meeting place. ”

She looks around and says, The two were in the park botanical garden. It was common to meet in an office, a studio, or a private room in a cafe or restaurant.

The door opens. It was the penis who put out his face under the long vine. Looking at him, he said.

“This is also a private room. in the Botanical Gardens.”

“I got a little lost because I was a novice. ”

He closes the noisy door as he makes his move and shuffles around an unfamiliar place.

“There's a place like this deep in the botanical garden. ”

If you come in a little further from the high rise of the banana tree, there is a door where the leaves of the plant or the walls of the building are confused. It was the door that Nam-Kyung opened.

A heavy wooden table, chair, and vending machine.

“A place that only you would know. The security guard, the janitor's wife. ”

He looked around. There was only dirt on the long flowerpot. Empty planters grow like pottery. It was originally a place that exhibited bunions, made of opaque walls.

“It's not popular, so we made it a recreational area, and there's a nice cafe next to the entrance to the botanical garden. Beans are better than vending machines, so everyone goes there. ”

“You found Yonker. ”

I found out while walking a while ago. I used to come to the Botanical Garden often. But I didn't see the door. I opened this door before I died and after I lived. After all these years, there is a door that I have never opened before.

“I thought I'd open the door. I got in touch with the caretaker. I was told to use it a lot because it's a poor place without people coming in. ”

“It's worth it. ”

The butterfly recalls the first time it opened the door. It was an old door painted black. I felt reluctant to hold the handle. All over the plant, all over the earth. The humid air seemed to be mixed together and the insects would be infested. Barely noticeable thanks to the long vines.

I think I'll get in trouble if I go in there.

But when I came in, it was a normal place. Of course, there was an empty planter lying around in the empty flowerpot, but there was a clear difference between what was outside and what was inside. Butterflies liked this meeting place. Every inhale gave me a natural scent filled with moisture.

“It has plants, so it's warm and nice all season long. ”

“There's also a vending machine, so you can drink tea. Have a drink with your editor. ”

Nam-Kyung stood in front of the vending machine before going to two well-matched people. Black, latte, light coffee, ice coffee. I read the bold text.

“Yummy yummy tea. ”

In Australia's recommendation, Nam-Kyung put 700 won and pressed the button. The cup comes out and the liquid drops below it. A pungent aroma spread. It's been a long time since I smelled it. It's not a bad place. If I had found the door, I wouldn't have tried.

“I feel like I can keep a secret with the writer by chance. ”

Nam-Kyung sat down with warm warmth in his hands. The wooden chair was a little hard, but not bad.

“Yes, I feel like I'm in a secret garden. ”

The three of them had a conversation while drinking the charlatan tea. Writers, editors, and publishing agents were the talk of the day.

“You just got a new coin writer. ”

“Yes. My publisher won the copyright. I heard that Butterfly helped a lot at the time. ”

“It was crazy. The publishers that made the offers got tangled up, so it's a lot of competition. I had a hard time playing the game. ”

The Nettewood publisher, who made the offer through the Impact Agency, won the competition and won a solo contract. At that time, Nam-Kyung was busy focusing on accidental books, but the publisher was frantic.

“Every time I placed first, I was struck by coincidence. ”

The butterfly smiles deeply and says.

“The number one best-seller in the country is crying, and number two is the bird-mark. The award for literature is selling like crazy. And because of the movie, the trail of the slow bird is rising again. ”

“Thank you. ”

Nam-Kyung drank a sip of hot teapot and asked.

“Isn't it today?”

All three people knew the meaning of the question.

“The day that crying is published on the American market. ”

The butterfly shines its eyes.

“Fernand the publisher offered first. Let's publish the next one. Coincidental writer's work has already been proven by numbers. It got into orbit much faster than we anticipated. ”

The butterfly pulls the machine out of its bag and searches for something with a quick flick.

“The birdstream has now entered the top 20 in the U.S. market. It's not subclassification. It's all over. The United Kingdom, France, Germany and 12 other countries are the top sellers. This is an amazing achievement. ”

Her hands tremble with the machine. She's 16 years old and over 100,000 copies of the first edition. There were many eye-catching elements. Novel topics were also things that the world could relate to.

“But you seem to have a different assessment. ”

The butterfly pauses for a moment and shakes its head.

“I like the overall rating. That's why a handful of opinions stand out more. ”

A professor in the United States publicly complained. She described bird traces as diaries written by children. It was a sarcastic tone. I was full of the willingness not to accept it as literature. A young man is a double-edged sword. It takes away the trust instead of getting attention. Butterflies are angry.

C. And here comes the opportunity.

“I'm going to cry today. ”

His debut is in a different depth. It was clear that the text was less pure, but it grew overall. The writing written by the young man was childish, and it was definitely left behind by those who didn't see it. This piece can be viewed as just a child's diary

It was a matter of time.

“By the way, did you hear the news? ”

Nam-Kyung opened his mouth. He was about to show the floor. Butterflies and his gaze was upon him.

“There's a book that's been going around a lot lately. ”

“A book that's rising? ”

When asked by a butterfly, he raised his glasses.

“It's a genre novel. I've heard stories everywhere. I think the worldview is enormous. ”

He slowly took the paper cup to his mouth. This sounds like it.

“Oh, I know that. It's God's language, right? ”

“Yes.”

That's what I'm talking about. He cared about the words. Butterflies asked.

“I haven't read it yet. What is it? ”

“I'm still here. Apparently, it's like a kind of adventure, or a sort of metaphorical fantasy between hero fantasy and epic fantasy. ”

“You know the details? ”

“My subordinates love fantasies. I've been listening to you a lot lately. with a recommendation to read it. ”

When I applied strength to the paper cup in my hand, it was crumpled without resistance.

“He's a very sophisticated writer in language. In the beginning, it also said whether or not the professor wrote it. because it doesn't actually happen. I don't know why he hid his face. ”

“You were a writer forever, right? ”

“Now that you're in the rankings, you'll sell more. ”

Butterflies glared at him.

“Have you read it? ”

At her question, Lord turned his head for a moment.

“I read it. ”

“How was it?”

“Well, I don't know. ”

When he pulled the horse, he said something that reminded him.

“By the way, I heard it's similar to your work. Is that why you read it? ”

He smiled instead of an answer.

“What's that smile? It makes me nervous.”

One day, he was not as excited as he was and praised a book. After that, I heard about it when I had a chance.

Nam-Kyung organized the information he knew. The language of God is a work that shows a great presence among Maniacs and is constantly increasing sales volume. Despite inquiries about the author, the publisher has been avoiding further details. He didn't reveal his face, and it looked like a coincidence.

I heard you lost. Coincidence and eternity. The two are different writers. And similarly, on this important floor of personality, this could have been a fairly sensitive issue. Nam-Kyung knew that in his experience, he could not believe the laughter of a coincidental writer.

“Are you angry? ”

“Yes?”

“Are you on guard? ”

He laughed again. Nam-Kyung realized he was wrong. There's something. What is it?

A butterfly bites the unusual air.

“Something like that? ”

“That's strange.”

“Yes?

He raised his glasses. With coincidence in front of my eyes, I remembered what I was missing.

“Just by following a coincidence, it doesn't have to be a coincidence. How much was it the same? ”

He asks. I have not read it, so I cannot judge it lightly. He said with a serious look on his face.

“It was exactly the same. ”

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