Great Novelist

“Long time no see.”

“It's been a while.”

He got up early in the morning and went to the park. It was for sport. At the entrance of the park, someone arrived before him and was warming up. It was a bible. It's been a while. His eyebrows were still thick. I'm glad it means he's doing well.

I was.

The two of them started running slowly. The park was quiet.

“How's your writing going? ”

He asked while running a familiar course. Every time I take a step forward, my voice shakes slightly. The surroundings are brimming with grass and trees.

“I'm writing it down. It's still a draft.”

The voice of the scripture answered was also shaken. He had not read his debut work in the past. The moment he made his debut was when he was walking down the road. So there is no way to make sure that what he is writing now is the same content as the past. But it didn't matter.

that he is still writing. Change or not, if he didn't debut by accident, we should be able to reclaim it. Because his abilities haven't changed.

“Can I ask what you're talking about? ”

“Bank story. ”

“Banks?”

He looked at the bank tree on the trail through the passing scenery. I was confused whether the bank he was talking about was a tree or a building. However, considering the scroll, the wood was more suitable. An honest tree with a very thick base that only grows on top. In fact, to grow straight,

A thoughtful tree that tries every day. So he replied:

“Bank tree?”

“No, the financial institution. ”

He just cut it off. Financial institutions. Banks. This is where the money comes in and out. Savings, Loans. People look for banks for a variety of reasons. It is an important place for those living in capitalist societies, where hope and despair coexist.

“Well, that suits you, too. ”

The scroll turns to the words of the Lord. It was a face that was not so different from when I first met him.

“The first time you went to the police to find the money owner. ”

“I was.”

“Then why a bank? ”

He replied as if the notebook was nothing.

“I had some business at the bank. That's when I stopped crying. Thanks to you, the world looked a little different, especially the bank. I first noticed the faces of the people waiting with one number at a time. I thought I'd use it.”

He knew that moment well. I have to write. I have to write down how I feel and what I saw. It is the moment when the signal is all over my head.

“So you go to the bank often? ”

“After writing, I go to the bank at least three times a week. ”

“Weren't you kicked out of work? ”

“Yes, because it's quiet. Instead, I became friends with the vigilante. He's a man of considerable experience. I thought he was the one who looked at the whole bank landscape the most. So I'm writing from his point of view. ”

“I'm excited.”

I was a little out of breath. I came up with a smile. I'm excited for him to write. I'm glad I didn't read his debut. It was a tiresome feeling at the time. He was the sun that crashed and followed. Consistently in paragraphs, unlike the self that crawled the floor

I showed off my senses, but I didn't want his writing to read. I just stood at a distance and watched.

But now I'm cheering for his debut next to him.

“You, too. ”

“Me?”

“Yes, you in the interview. ”

He looked at him to see what it sounded like. He was bold.

“That's what interviews are for, right? I gave it to her at the festival.”

“Yes. I got it from there. ”

A newspaper member resembling a monkey went through my head.

“There's a writer coming to the bank. ”

He started talking about unfinished novels. Guests and writers coming to the bank.

“But?”

“The writer's motive is you in the interview. ”

He was busy with a shaky vision. He writes about himself. Self-interview. Instead of a more concise and direct expression, he expressed himself in the interview. The scroll was not to be said in haste for no reason.

“Am I different from what I am now in the interview? ”

The scroll smiled. That was the right answer.

“You were like a writer in the interview. ”

He seemed to be breathing heavily for some reason.

“· · · · · · · Yeah? ”

“I have a clear idea of writing and values. There were certain criteria for good and bad. I interviewed a space shuttle writer who wrote sand. Whatever it is, it's not just you being nice and relaxed. ”

“Thank you for looking out for me. Pretty impressive, huh? ”

“It reminds me of writing. ”

It's his debut. It's not uncommon that the stories inside him come naturally. Rather, it was closer to proof that he was writing well. But that's who you are. I felt something strange. He wondered about the author who appeared in his novel.

“What kind of person are you? ”

The scroll thought for a moment and calmly said the word.

“I'm an adult. I'm cold and a little cold. She's always sinking. She's tall and huge. I had a vague image of a hunter. Like dancing with bears in Russia. ”

Getting away from yourself. He laughed in vain. He said that he knew the scroll as well, like an excuse.

“It's always a motif. ”

“That's right."

Motives everywhere. However, he had to pretend he didn't know what was stabbed in the heart. The inscription said even before he opened his mouth in the remote resting place.

“A battle?”

“Good.”

“With a groundwater scam. ”

He agreed with silence. The two of them ran forward at the same time. I gripped it and sped it up at the last minute. The result was a victory for Australia.

“Whew, it's naïve. I want to sleep like this. ”

Minutes to slack off at the resting place. He took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. It was a nice day. In a quiet park, I felt a slight aftermath of intense exercise. At that moment, I heard thunder and lightning. The boat next door, to be exact.

at.

“I'm hungry.”

He was still the same.

“I want something to eat. ”

He asked him. No answer was given, but they got up and moved on. I naturally went to the store I used to look for. It was a soup restaurant nearby. It was selling feet with soup. The guests who occupied the table on the narrow interior gave the eye to Lord and the Philosopher.

Without giving way, I focused only on the rice in front of me. They all ate the food they needed to make a living. He and the bible passed them and settled on the very inside.

“What are you going to eat? ”

“Net worth.”

He made two bowls of Sundae rice. She was neither clumsy nor gentle, so she took orders and went into the kitchen. Meanwhile, one of the guys went out after he finished the calculations. Instead of going into the kitchen, another woman took the table.

The two of them did what they had to do without saying anything to each other. The 50-year tradition on the sign here was a moment of persuasion.

Soon after, a meal came out. It was quick. You put rice in the net worth of countries in front of you.

“Delicious.”

The pencil filled with hot soup said. He quietly agreed. It warms your stomach. You pick up a clasp and pull the horse out.

“What are you going to do this time? ”

“What?"

“One hundred and fifty.”

In a short sentence, there was no answer on the scroll. I was deep in thought, chewing the rice balls in my mouth. He ate the third scoop of soup, but I could barely hear him.

“I don't know. ”

I knew it. He has an article that he is currently writing. I understood enough about wanting to focus on writing.

“Are you going out? ”

“Yeah, you texted me. I've already seen it. ”

“Where?”

He told me about the pertussis he had seen recently.

“Book of Illustration, Seventh Edition. ”

It is hosted by the University of Gyeonggi-do. It was a contest with little history and tradition. He found a rather unpopular pertussis. It is neither short nor famous. I was just getting bigger, so it was pretty cluttered.

Australia, with its hidden corners, always carefully selected the competition, which passed its standards. The scroll listened to the explanation and asked.

“Is there a reason you chose a writing hundred? ”

He replied, hiding the true reason.

“Just looking. ”

He added words to quietly change the subject.

“If you want to focus on your writing, you don't have to go. ”

The inscription fell back without any further questions. Meanwhile, he ate soup diligently. I thought I was going to be alone this time. I know the greed of wanting to focus entirely on writing.

“I'm leaving.”

It was an unexpected answer. He raised his head. The calligraphy was chewing the cud with a bold expression.

“Why?”

“What?”

“Why do you want to leave? ”

“I want to write better. ”

The ultimate goal came as an answer. Immediately, I almost spit out what Mr. Moon used to say. Not the answer I was looking for. I looked at him, but I didn't understand. Eventually, I moved my mouth.

“Can you be a little more specific about why? ”

“I wanted to observe you. ”

Too direct this time. But it made sense.

“Because it's in your writing? ”

The story behind the bank.

“Yes.”

He said he was right to eat soup with a big drink.

“That wasn't me in the interview? I can get you another interview. ”

What appeared in his writing was himself in the interview. Why would he follow me to the Hundred and Ones? The inscription also confidently said this time.

“I want to write better. ”

I see. He who was silent for a moment had no choice but to answer. Since he started writing in earnest, his desire became stronger. I want to write better. I want to be better than I am now. I want to express it better. He honestly tried not to hide such a heart. Nothing

Chuck or so. He will drink a vast amount of water and descend upon his roots in the sun. I'll grow up and stretch my branches.

It was not so unpleasant for the scroll to appear in the novel. It was also the individual's freedom to participate in a pertussis for any purpose. New situations are always welcome.

Since then, the two of them started eating again, and he told him about the pertussis. The preliminaries are after the migration. Mainland is in the University Square. Winners announced and won immediately after the competition.

“You're not going away, are you? If you want to observe me, you have to come to the main line. ”

“I'll do my best. ”

In his jokes, the scripture gave an honest answer. He drank water without being overwhelmed by the familiar divergence. Cool. We should prepare for the preliminaries as soon as we get back.

The End of the Book (1)

lim Han-baek