Great Novelist

He had also seen the interview. Comments were chaotic, with only a single piece of information. Among them, there was a story about writing. A young novelist who didn't reveal his face. Readers were enthusiastic about the clues he gave. Divine Language Publication, Meeting Kelly Coin, Admiring

Literary testimonials and this interview. It's a trail I left behind little by little. Thanks to this, the atmosphere of deduction is dominant, focusing on the clues he gives, rather than the request to reveal his face.

He looked down at the notebook he was writing.

“I'll just treat it like someone else. ”

“It's exactly the same. ”

Spring was still a worrying face.

“That's what it looks like because you know. ”

“No, it's too much the same. I'm anxious. Go away. ”

“You have to take notes. I have to submit.”

He barely stopped Spring from raising his hand. She was worried, too. He quickly wrote down the letters within her borders and finished writing down only the part where he examined her.

And the next time, a small chairman, who came to walk the note, suddenly spoke.

“Does it look like coincidental writing? ”

He didn't usually talk that much. I thought you were shy because your voice was so small, but seeing you talking like this, it doesn't seem like it. I feel that spring is unsettling so far. He replied unequivocally.

“Maybe I'm just a coincidence. ”

“Sure."

He snorted and collected his notes. That was the end. He turned his head to Spring.

“Look at this. ”

She looks devastated. He glances at her face and picks up the book he left next to her. It was a book of coins in progress. Nowadays, I've been reading only his book, every time I get a chance.

“I wonder what else Seogwang-yi would say. ”

Spring said in the engraved alphabet. Every time I read a book, I was famous for my loud reaction to it.

“He's been working especially hard lately. Seogwang-yi.”

Spring stabbed me with something to say. I know what she's trying to say.

“Yes, a translator is a dream. ”

Translator who translates accidental writing someday. It was his current goal.

“What do you think? ”

“What?”

“About Seogwang. I seem a little nervous. ”

She sees herself.

“Shouldn't we say something? ”

For a moment, he recalled the appearance of the western lights. I don't come halfway around the world after I hear a coincidence that Kelly Coin translates. I read English instead of books. I memorize English words. You mutter English. Are you nervous?

“I'm sure you're not nervous. ”

Seogwang was not nervous. I'm just trying not to give up. I was trying not to repeat the failures I had experienced earlier. He was already working on a breakthrough. He didn't have to do anything for me.

“Space shuttle!”

The eyes of the children in the classroom turned to the back door. Seogwang stood there. He walks into the room unannounced. The children soon lost interest and continued their story.

“Look at this. ”

He looked at the book in his hands. The letters were listed. His head automatically decrypted the text. Traces of birds.

“Now I can read this. ”

Seogwang smiled brightly. He accepted it. Each page was underlined by a sentence that should be mindful of the meaning and interpretation of the word.

“How long did it take? ”

How long did it take you to read one of these books? Seogwang proudly said.

“A month. ”

I read a book for a month. I read a book, memorizing it, going through each word. I didn't have to do anything about it. He didn't give up. She looks at the spring. She's in shock.

“For a month? ”

“Yes.”

He said.

“I want to be a little persistent. ”

He said it was a dream to translate a book by chance. It was a new dream I had given up something and discovered. Who do you want to be? An invisible sentence hidden behind the translation.

“This might have been a tenacious book. ”

Seogwang smiled forcefully. He glanced at the book for a moment. It's a sign he's moving on.

“I can't lose. ”

I couldn't lose. He looked at the book he was translating. Just decided. Let's do the best translation in a month.

“Ah.”

He opened his eyes to the dull shock of his back. The sound was stronger than the pain. I realized that I was sleeping only after my consciousness had been broken and I opened my eyes. The first thing I felt when I stood up was the groaning of my neck and the groaning of my arms on my cheek.

The tooth was removed.

“Have you been up all night again? ”

My mother opened the window and asked. Because I fell asleep in the morning and woke up in the morning, I could say yes. Concerned about his son's health, she explained how important sleep is to humans, and at what time of the night positive reactions occur in the body.

“So go to bed early. ”

“Yes.”

She went out to the living room and turned the cleaner around. I felt like I was cleaning. Unlike usual, there is a reason for waking yourself up. He washed and barely came to his senses. All the windows in the house were open.

“Should I take out the trash? ”

“Yes."

He helped clean the house. I took the garbage bags that were gathered in one place and went out to collect them. Seeing the rubbish going to where he had to go, I wondered. What is Utopia to them? I spent my whole life complaining about the fact that I was born plastic.

Maybe they're doing it below.

I picked up a bottle. He's actually been reused several times. A glass bottle of beautiful curves and clear skin. But great power, or system, is taken away from us. He used the guise of plastic and became an abomination on the planet.

D. It's unfair. It was a tragedy.

The bottle's surface bounced off with my finger. You hear a dull sound. I wish you could translate even the words of plastic, but unfortunately that did not happen.

Since then, it was only until breakfast that I was able to sit at my desk again. The room was tidy, but the desk was intact. Even my mother doesn't touch her desk when she's working. The desk was still left untidy. Today, too.

You'll lose.

He turned on the screen. There was a finished manuscript.

“A month. ”

I met Kelly Coin, asked him to translate it, and after promising a three-month deadline, I only translated it for a month. I only read books on coins. And I took a dot.

He looked at the bottom of the manuscript. Bill is dead. He's dead, and the world is still divided into three. As an individual, he closes his eyes without any influence. That's how Bill ended up so fearless, ambitious, timid and foolish.

C.

Coin was the end of the book of its choosing. He thought while reading the sentences he translated. It felt strange. It didn't feel like a handwritten sentence at all. A book of coins. The crest of coins. I looked at his book a hundred times, and I read it dozens of times.

There was no trace of him, even though it was a fruit. Contrary to my usual work. There were no coincidences in this world.

“That's a little depressing. ”

I looked into the screen where the light was pouring out. His description is beautiful and fantastic. It looks like it was rolled into a plastic wrapper. A pack of regularly arranged pink hearts. Then what's in it? What is the wrapping paper? Reality

C. It was a dirty and ugly reality. His writings are like burns. Once you read it, you can't delete it. I can't go back until I read it. Stay and influence

I feel my strength in my hands. I was bored while translating. How he handles the sentence and how it develops. I was amazed, and there was a sentence that I wanted to fix unconsciously. It was a valuable class that I would not get anywhere else.

He called.

“What's going on? ”

He said to the slightly exhausted voice.

“It's done.”

“Huh?"

“The translation is complete. ”

“· · · · · · · Huh? ”

It was noisy beyond the phone.

“What day is it today? ”

He was kind enough to answer a sudden question.

“Two months until the deadline. ”

“That's right.”

“It's been a month or less, hasn't it? ”

“Yes.”

“You finished translating? Kelly Coin's book? ”

“I'm done. ”

He thought about how to judge.

“Send me the manuscript. ”

He immediately entered into action. When I spoke to him and emailed him, I heard Nam-Kyung reporting the situation to the editor. I got a little cluttered and returned to the phone.

“Oh, yeah. We're here. Good work. It must have been harder since it was your first time. ”

It was still a voice. I wouldn't have thought you'd say that already.

“No problem. It was a new experience. ”

“Are you going to rest now? ”

He smiled at the excited voice of Nam-Kyung.

“No, I have to write. ”

“Again?"

I write again. He needed to unravel the feelings he had suppressed.

“Yes. Again. ”

*

“That's amazing. ”

Nam-Kyung hung up his phone and hung up his tongue. I wouldn't get bored if I were you. There were not many writers who paid for a piece and rested for many years. There's a reason they spend so long. Writing a book like that consumes health.

“Maybe it's because you're young. ”

Look at it now.I finished the translation as if it were nothing. I put the manuscript he sent on the screen. It had letters on it. The sentences were written in rows.

It's like a spring that never dries up. I often think that when I see him. It flows cold and calm. There are traces where the water flows. Strong, undiluted water exudes a strong presence.

When he said he was translating, he didn't actually worry about anything else. I knew as his editor that he was strangely good at language. But I only held on to one ankle. Coincidentally, he was a writer, a novelist who wrote unique and unique writings.

It was possible for him to completely kill his own color. Can a coin post be left as a coin-only post?

Even the author, who was the leader of rigorous and dense literature, had difficulties.

“Well, that's a tough problem for translators, too. ”

Nam-Kyung read the article of Kelly Coin, which he coincidentally translated. Who it belongs to. I wonder if it's a coincidence that it belongs to Kelly Coin. I think he might have intruded on that. It is a strange expectation and excitement that is different from when you receive a plaintiff by chance.

“I heard you came out of Gazebo. ”

A song editor who had been to the sales department spoke to Nam-Kyung. No answer came back.

“Sunbae?”

“Nam-Kyung, let's get busy now. ”

The blind editor next door said. Song asked why.

“I'm reading your book by chance. ”

“You're a coincidence? I haven't heard from you. ”

I shook my head to the editor of the song asking if it was a new piece.

“Translation.”

“· · · · · · Already? ”

“Yeah. That's why you're reading with the lights on. ”

Two eyes turned to the penis. He was making a very strange face. A nonsense came from his mouth.

“Sunbae?”

Nam-Kyung slowly got up from his seat.

“Where's the editor? ”

It was an overwhelming voice. Song pointed to the conference room by hand.

“Why?”

“There are no coincidences. ”

“Yes?”

“There are no coincidences. ”

Nam-Kyung's voice is getting louder.

“There are no coincidences anywhere in that manuscript. Don't you see how amazing this is? ”

The translation was full of coins only. It was full of coins. It was a translation. The manuscript came all this way because the language had changed and the country had changed, but the smell of the coin did not go away.

“I don't know.”

“Everyone should know this greatness. We have to move, Editor! ”

Nam-Kyung ran to the editor, leaving two confused backers behind. Blind editors and song editors wondered. What's all the fuss about?

“Shall we print it out?”

“Yes. Mine, too. ”

The moment when the two of them understood the mind of Nam-Kyung, it soon came to them.

There are no accidents (6) Ends

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