Great Novelist

“Excuse me?”

“It was exactly the same. ”

He spoke kindly again. Silence passed. The butterflies and penises were stiffened. By chance, I saw someone else's writing and said it was exactly the same. Nam-Kyung woke up and asked urgently.

“What's the point? Storytelling? Content?”

“A little more intrinsic than that. ”

The butterfly asked with a slightly serious look.

“You weren't plagiarized, were you? ”

“That's not it. ”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn't be doing this right now. ”

“So? A real stranger follows you around? Where is that? What are the essentials? ”

The two looked at the coincidence in confusion. He motionlessly touched the paper cup.

“I don't think my writing is easy either. It's going to take a lot of effort to follow my writing. ”

I gave strength to my hands. It's a little distorted.

“But there is one situation that can. ”

“What?”

Whatever it was, Nam-Kyung insisted on going after his nephew right away. Exactly the same, but his successor praised him so loudly. No, it's not his fault. The eyes of the author are different from the eyes of the reader. Writers are much more sensitive. His eyes.

It could only shine like that. In this condition, there is no judgment. I should read it myself. When Nam-Kyung made that decision, he said.

“I can use it. ”

The paper cup was completely folded in half. He put it on the table. The crooked cup shakes as you flick your hand. The change in shape did not change the fact that it was a paper cup.

“Yes?”

Butterflies asked on behalf of the penis who stopped all action.

“It's what I wrote. ”

“· · · · · · · Yes? ”

The butterfly asked again. He laughed a little. I declared it more clearly.

“I am forever a writer. ”

The two faces changed to a visual angle.

“No, wait a minute. So, what? ”

Information flows quickly into the butterfly's head. Coincidence is forever a writer. He wrote in the name of eternity. Australia is a coincidence and an eternity. There's a lot of emotion going on right now, an assessment of the author's book for eternity.

“Can I go to the bookstore right now? ”

“I don't care. ”

With great excitement, Nam-Kyung opened his mouth behind a butterfly that had risen from his seat.

“Are you the writer of eternity? ”

Ask again for confirmation.

“Yes.”

In his simple answer, Nam-Kyung was ridiculous. At the same time, all situations were understood as if the thread that was tangled was loosened. Genius and genius. It was like that.

“Oh my God."

A small admiration spread to the peaceful botanical garden. What a coincidence. From his debut to his next book, he surprised everyone with his outstanding literacy. The one who criticized him was either jealous of him or into conspiracy theories. And how long has it been?

“Genre novels this time? ”

“I tried. ”

Seeing him talking calmly, Nam-Kyung slowly got up from his seat.

“Mr. Butterfly.”

“Yes?”

“Come with me. ”

At the bookstore, Nam-Kyung finally realized that this peaceful space was the eye of the storm.

*

His eyes open. He rubs his sleepy eyes and checks the time. It was morning, but now it's vacation, so it doesn't matter if you sleep a little more. I wrote the manuscript late yesterday. I'm still sleepy. As instinct dictates, he closes his eyes again.

The room is quiet. Falling asleep is not that difficult. The blackness fades and the darkness slowly approaches.

“Australia, the cosmos. ”

The door was open. He almost fell asleep and opened his eyes again. I can't see very well. His voice urges him as he lies still.

“Mother.”

A lot of locked voices came out. Something woke her up. Mother knew how to write until late at night, and she didn't wake up until late. In this case, she had something to show her. She opened the window, ventilated it.

I went out of the huddle. A cool breeze entered through my hair. It was cold.

I couldn't sleep better. I got up from my bed and went out to the living room.

“Look at this. ”

My mother's voice was bright. She holds the cup in front of a large window in the living room. A chilling wind howls through the wide open window. My body just woke up a little shaky. But I didn't back down.

“The snow.”

He said, watching the white crystals coming down from the sky. It was snowing. It was already piled up a lot. It's all white.

“It started at night. It's gonna be a long snowfall. ”

When she said that, she went inside to prepare for the morning. It was why I woke myself up. I stared into my eyes for a moment while in the cool breeze. I breathed for no reason. I could see his white breath.

I heard the news anchor's voice on the living room TV. I'm delivering news like this. I used it as background music to see the white world.

“No one's heard of him lately. He's a brilliant 16-year-old debut, a genius novelist. ”

I'm going to tell you about an accidental writer. At that sound, he turns his head.

“Hoho, you're coming out! ”

My mother, who was in the kitchen, came out to hear the sound. I think this has happened before. He closed the window and went inside to watch the television, thinking like that. The morning news was coming out.

He rubs his cold cheeks and leans over the couch. The morning news is coming out.

“I'll try to connect the papers. ”

I heard the announcer's voice. At the top left of the screen, there was a small letter called coincidental heat stroke. I stared at the letters a little dazed with a restless mind. The screen changed. The camera captured the landscape of the bookstore. The only difference was that all the titles were in English.

C. A blonde man looking at it was on the screen. A bookstore overseas.

The screen changed and the interview scene appeared. Ask about coincidence.

“Do you know of a writer called Coincidence? ”

“Yes, I know. He's very famous. ”

“Have you read his work? ”

“Cry. I had a really good time reading it. I was amazed that a young writer could write this much. ”

This time Mike went to a black woman. It followed the same question as before. She raises a thin eyebrow in the word coincidence. I nodded loudly and gave a full answer that I knew him.

“I read both of his books. Especially birds. It was my first time in Korean novels, and I was sure there was something strange about it, but there was no problem. His book moved a lot of people, and one of them was me. ”

Ask the young man who pulled the stroller out. And there was a little girl standing next to him.

“I just bought it. It's a coincidence. I recommend it around, so I'd like to read it. I like the cover. ”

He pulls the book of chance out of his arms. The title in English was strange. The cover is completely different. The screen switched quickly. This time, I saw the building. I heard the voice of the reporter. How prestigious and traditional is Fernand, publisher of bird tracks and cries?

I was explaining the cause.

“I'd like to interview Adam, Fernand's chief editor. ”

After the journalist's words, Adam's face appeared on the screen. I was impressed with my tall hair and a confident face. The reporter asked and he answered.

“Coincidence is an excellent writer. It's very delicate and sensitive. Writing proves that. I chose his book based solely on his writing. You know better than anyone that my choice was right. ”

Reporters asked about the sound of crying published this time. He replied with a big gesture.

“First of all, I thought his debut and quartile were very different. Amazing. In just two pieces, he made it clear to everyone how wide and likely he was. From free street music to a serious orchestra, you can play it however you want.

Just like that. ”

He yawned. The journalist asked about the professor who had blamed the bird's traces and coincidences in the past. Adam tilts his head and opens his mouth with a lot of laughter.

“She must have had an excellent academic year. a very good student who obeys the rules and listens to everything you tell him to do. And like most of those students, of course, they wrote a diary every day. Coincidental writings of those drenching fucking hallucinations.

It looks like a diary. ”

His words have been subtitled, but they are more harmonious than he can hear. Screen switched - I hear the journalist's voice shining through the first bookstore I showed you.

“Coincidental writer extending abroad, since he debuted at the age of 16, we are more excited about his future as a success myth. ”

An announcer appears. He puts the following news in his mouth: It was that Korean novels became more popular.

“Son, what do you want? ”

She asked. She seemed happy. He thought for a moment and said.

“Anything.”

“There is no menu. ”

“Something delicious, then. ”

“Everything is delicious. ”

It was the usual conversation. No matter how loud the world got, this landscape surrounding itself did not change much. It's unshakable. It's stable.

He came into the room after finishing his usual meal. Turned on the computer and floated the manuscript. It contained three manuscripts in the language of the gods that were about to be completed.

I have been writing without anyone noticing since I revealed that it was a coincidence to the children of Moon Ye-won. Thanks to this, work speed is much faster than usual. Nothing to say after the holidays began.

When you move your hand, the story you have stored inside will be transferred to reality. I always hoped that this joy born in the hands of the author would be conveyed to the reader.

“It's not as easy as it sounds. ”

He wrote on white paper like snow. Roses said the inquiry about the next book hasn't stopped lately. There was pain and joy in her voice.

Dongbaek Publishing was very busy at the moment. Books that become best-sellers are ranked where people see them the most. People choose a prominent book and it becomes a bestseller.

The language of God was firmly embedded in it with a positive image of the word of mouth. Already ranked # 1 in genre novels.

The completed manuscript was then sent to the publisher, and by the end of the vacation three copies were published. People were again enthusiastic about the speed at which the series was released, and by the end of this winter, God's language had reached the top three of all bestsellers.

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lim Han-baek