Great Novelist

He said yes. It was very noisy beyond the phone. He asked how many times and complained that he couldn't understand it at all. Whenever he explained it kindly, it turned out that the ancient English, the Gothic, the Hungarian changes, the decline of hieroglyphics.

It even came out as a surviving textbook. As the story got bigger and bigger, he finally asked:

“How many languages do you speak? ”

He replied as if joking.

“Roughly 23 languages. ”

In remembrance of that day, he swallowed cookies. He wants to check again. I narrowed my eyes and urged an answer.

"Is it real?"

“That's a lie.”

“What?"

Looking at his disappointed face, he said.

“Actually, counting is pointless. I can read anything I want. ”

His glance flickers with a calm word.

“I'm serious. ”

“Me, too."

He reached out for Cookie. Nam-Kyung thought carefully about something and then proposed.

“Do you want to book? ”

I don't know who the editor is.

“What book? ”

“About the language. Secrets, studies, that sort of thing. ”

The public will be interested in the language skills of coincidence if it is known that the author who speaks the language of God is coincidental. Literature excellence. Language. Coincidence was so glamorous. There has never been such a thing in paragraphs. He is the only one.

“Let's write a book. ”

The only thing that draws attention. I had no choice but to be greedy as an editor.

“I decline.”

“Why!”

I'm sorry for Nam-Kyung, but I couldn't write down his proposal. The secret was to study, so I couldn't stand to argue.

“All I can say is that this day has come. ”

When I lived like a villain, I saw death, came back to life, and came back like this. Nam-Kyung, who didn't know what he was thinking, was stretched out.

“That's okay, too. If the center becomes the language. ”

“That's enough.”

“Why!”

“If it's a novel, I don't really want to write about me. ”

If it was about the language of God, I would think about it, but he was the editor of coincidence, not forever.

“Even if I'm writing about your hotness? ”

“Still.”

“Let's write a book. Your readers are gonna love this. ”

“You'll be happier with your novel. ”

“We need something different. ”

“That's why it came out in the language of God. ”

He sighed deeply as he refused all of Nam-Kyung's proposals. I gave up.

“Yes. Unfortunately, I don't like the writer. Yes.”

“Don't be too upset. ”

Who knows what he's hoping will happen if he continues to live. Nam-Kyung drank tea without hesitation, even at the consolation of Australia.

“Okay, okay. When's the article coming out? I think they called me someone I know well. ”

He nods. According to Dongbaek.

“Within a week. ”

It will soon be known to the world.

*

“You're busy these days, right? ”

Dongbaek saw a reporter in the room across from the conference room. She smiles deeply. The place where she sat was a coincidence. Dongbaek encounters coincidence for the first time. That's where I learned the truth. Dongbaek purposely cried and replied.

“Haven't you seen him come in? It's chaotic.”

“That's a good look. Isn't that why you wanted to see me? ”

Dongbaek nodded his head in his own words. She was a horse.

“It's a shame that eternity won't be able to meet you in person, but I'll wrap it up as well as I can. I'm not any other writer. I got mixed up with coincidence.It must have been hard on you as a rookie. ”

She thought eternity was here to write down the author's excuses. She had no idea what was inside her. This time, Dongbaek smiled.

“Thank you, but you don't have to do that. ”

Dongbaek warned her first. There are few journalists as talented and reliable as her.

“First, prepare yourself. ”

Her smile breaks.

“· · · · · · · This is scary. Maybe I got the situation wrong. What kind of articles do you need? ”

Quick judgment.He's a communicative person. Dongbaek explained the situation to her.

“I called the press to expand the situation. ”

“More here? It's dangerous.”

It explodes, she said. Dongbaek agreed. It exploded. It was already exploding excitedly. I can't sleep. What a waste of a good night's sleep. It was beneficial to play fireworks in such a splendid way. Fire into the sky and no one will get burned.

“Coincidence and the fight of eternity. ”

The only one who could throw it was a coincidence and an eternity.

“A lot of people are curious about who you are by chance, right? ”

“Of course.”

“So is the eternal writer. ”

“Yes, there's been a lot of speculation. ”

The inscription was inadvertently put into my hands. I didn't know what he was going to say, but I really felt I had to prepare myself.

“I'm going to reveal the truth that I've been hiding. ”

*

When I finished my free weekend afternoon, I read as I always did. Delicate and vast. Each sentence has a strange power. You focus.

“Let's play. ”

You're in the way. I'm relieved to be holding the cue. Comrade Gil frowns at once. This guy doesn't gain any weight as he gets older. The yellow churning he was wearing was covered with fennel sauce. As a pathway that cares a lot about clothing,

It was impossible.

“Can't you see I'm reading? ”

At this time, the answer was not to look. My companion turned his eyes away from me. The neatly stretched letters brought comfort to my mind.

“The language of God. ”

He read the title of the book out loud. Then you go to the pool hall occupying the center of the living room and get into position. Place your thumb and index finger on top of the stop and bring the cue bar and wrist down in a straight line. It was clean.

The ball is out. We hit it. The ball goes through the hole.

“Forever is a strange writer's writing. ”

I got back into the pose, not caring. The ball is out. We hit it. I bump and bump and end up in the bone.

“First of all, you're in good health. Very good. Politics, art, education, law, morality, power relations and consciousness. as well as stereoscopic character settings. It drags out its giant worldview unshakeable. ”

Comrade Gil takes his word by handing over the bookcase.

“Language is also sensitive. It's not just creating new languages. The sentence and word choice are very sophisticated. I don't write for a day or two. ”

“I didn't miss my literacy. ”

“There is no useless waste. ”

“Don't you remember him? ”

The sound of collisions between hard objects occurred in a cascade.

“Why wouldn't I be? What I'm about to say is similar, and I've never felt closer to the author's values. ”

“It's similar in style. Did he write a lot of coincidences? ”

The companion handed over a piece of paper, listening to the words that could not be found for serious reasons.

“You can't say that coincidental writing has been written a few times, right? ”

I'm smiling at the annoying tone. Move your hands quickly. There was a louder sound than before.

“That's what I'm talking about. ”

I stretched my lower back and fell one step off the pool table.

“But I also think it will be possible for eternity. Because he's extremely sensitive to language. You're capable of that. ”

“I don't understand it before the talents. What does it mean to follow a coincidence? It's a good thing I made mine in time. ”

Uniqueness was the foundation and goal of art.

“Well, people can't always live up to their ideals. ”

“To a writer, uniqueness is not an ideal, but a reality. Look at it now. It's controversial because it follows a coincidence. ”

“You don't like it? ”

“It's hard to see with good eyes. ”

It was a sensitive issue for artists. Comrade Gil felt familiar as soon as he read this article. It was a coincidence, but the author is an eternity. As I read it, the scent of coincidence darkened. At the same time, it was a pity that someone could write such a fun and wonderful article.

Would I give up being distinguished from him because I regret it?

“Let's go see your face. I can't stand what he looks like. ”

“Take me with you this time. ”

I silenced, ignoring the words of the West, and then I closed the book. I don't know my face. I don't see it with my own eyes.

“Let's doubt it.”

Seeing the path hanging with a grumpy smile, the man shakes his head. It started again. He was determined to question every thought he had so far.

“I haven't seen him with my own eyes, so all this shallow thinking is just speculation. Guess only makes light when in doubt. ”

“Aren't you tired? ”

“I was thinking, what's there to be tired of? ”

“I'm sure you won't be surprised if your head blows off one day. ”

Comrades sweep down the book. It was hard to see him with good eyes. So I didn't see it with good eyes.

“Let's think this through. ”

“How?”

“If I connect anything in any way, I'll be angry. The thing I didn't like the most is that I gave up my unique trait. ”

“You can't touch that. If you don't give up, there won't be any results like this. ”

“Maybe there's a connection in our heads that's not there. ”

“Then it's over. It's not in our heads. It's not in our heads. Let's just play.”

“That's why you can't. ”

The companion looks at him with sad eyes. That's why he only comes out with books that are so soft and full of ideals.

“If you're not at my house, we should go outside and get it. If you run out of rice, will you starve to death? ”

“You can have some bread. ”

The words are not worth answering, and you catch a remote control rolling next to you. I've turned on the news. It doesn't matter what information I have. The world is always connected.

“Like I was the first to be suspected when you were found dead. ”

“That's the unsub's confirmation. ”

There, the conversation stopped. It was an inconclusive conversation. These conversations were routine for two people. The goal of this conversation is not the answer, but the question. It was like writing.

At that time, a familiar word came out of the news.

“What a coincidence. She's a real talk of the day. ”

The announcer was running the news. The two of them focused.

“A coincidence and the fight of eternity that's been on the topic lately. The publisher expressed his position. ”

“When did you say that? ”

“Shut up.”

Comrade Gil paid attention to the talker and looked at the screen again.

“Forever is another coincidental author's nickname, and it surprises me. ”

Information flows in. Strange, surprising, unthinkable information. At the same time, I have questions. All questions were answered in place.

“Wow.”

You make a muffled noise. And then I woke up a little later.

“Coincidence was forever! This is so cool! Wow, there it is. ”

Now he starts laughing loudly. He's a madman.

“We have to call him! ”

“I'm already betting. ”

On the same cell phone, the other person was on the phone, and an instruction was sent to ask for a moment.

Bomb Explodes (2) End

lim Han-baek