Great Novelist

He looks at her fingertips and asks.

“Me?”

“Yes, we have a coincidence. ”

A sinister smile. My admiration flowed from my best mouth.

“Well, no matter how much you're stuck in the mountains, you can never know by accident. It doesn't bother me as long as I know. ”

That's exactly what the section said.

“As soon as I connect, I'll join without a fuss. ”

“It won't be long. ”

The section came with a laptop in the workshop and searched for something. Then I turned the screen. It had the name of the mountain.

“Calculation writer, coming soon. ”

He read the title of the article as it is. It was only a few hours ago.

“I contacted his editor today. I heard the writing is over. Sooner or later, he's gonna have a phone full of abandoned phones, and he's gonna be checking out dozens of my missed calls. If you catch it by chance, it's over. ”

“Leader. You know how to handle it. ”

He clapped a little. She gives a sudden warning to such a foe.

“I'm nervous.”

“What?”

“A new book of calculations is coming out. What a coincidence. It's over. ”

Of course, the selection was a great writer. She's the one who built a house on the mountain with her blood in her hands to write. If you pay for a book because it takes a long time to write, it will take you 5 years to make the next book. Instead, it delivers a work of high completion. The readers who are waiting for her novel...

There were many states, including Australia.

“Your position was settled before you arrived. ”

“Number one if you come out. ”

I narrowed my eyes to the top and looked at myself. I don't know what these people want, but he laughed.

“I'm excited.”

“What would the most threatened writer say right now? ”

It was a mixture of jokes and disappointment.

“I'm excited about your new book, Mr. Calculator. ”

“That's right, but... You're not so enthusiastic, it's not funny. ”

The section lets out a faint sound. He quickly turned on the topic, talked in her workshop for quite a long time that day, and was expecting to meet soon after the breakup.

Before leaving the building as best he could, he made a request to be contacted in advance if it wasn't Ms. Song. It takes time to make a lunchbox. The section responded roughly with a annoying gesture of hand.

A few weeks later, a text message was sent from the section with the meeting location, time and date. I remembered the best part about the song song song song. He doesn't have to pack a lunch box.

He replied and looked away from his cell phone. I was reading a book. A new book by a mathematician. I was about to read it with a lot of focus. It is a constant content with memories of the past. He was curious about her. What kind of person is she writing a book like this?

“It's getting dark. ”

It was evening, while the sky was dim, he found Song Lady's restaurant. I didn't think it would be uncomfortable because there were many familiar people at the meeting. The section that brought Gekko together was thrilled to have all the members.

Booked the biggest room on the vertical.

He looked up at the dark sky and returned to the main road, not the alleyway he had previously passed with Hyundai. The section told me earlier that I usually took a step down an alleyway without thinking.

On the main road, many people were passing by. The car came in constantly. The bike raced back and forth between the person and the car. I felt different from when I entered Song Lady through the alleyway. Maybe it's because there's no trace of Hyundai here. With him.

The quiet we felt when we walked together was not here.

He texted in front of the restaurant. It was a text that said he had arrived. Checking his time, he arrived earlier than expected. He handed it over rather quietly and entered the restaurant. Daughter, the bell rings. It's been a long time.

There were a few people sitting in the waiting room. Everyone was making a happy face. He briefly refurbished and prepared in front of a wall-filled mirror, then headed to the staff. Standing in front of the register, the employee greeted him with a smile.

“My turn.”

I said the name of the appointment list. She nods immediately and guides you. Past the table, past the toilet. I also passed the room where I had dinner with Imhyun. It was only after I entered a place I had never been in before that the room came out. The biggest room in the restaurant

He looked at his cell phone with an instant vibration. There was a text message. It was a section. I checked the contents. Already? You're being mean.

It was an ominous text. I don't think anyone's coming. There's eight of them. Can't be. Someone must have come. He's almost a man with a face. He'll be fine. He begged himself. And the staff kindly opened the door before the conflict, even though they might want to go to the bathroom.

I surrendered. Beyond that, a young man appeared. Black. It was the first thing I noticed. She was dressed in black.

“Huh."

A voice comes from his mouth. I didn't expect to see you so soon. While the staff was closing the door, Ahjussi stood against her. It was a totally black impression. Long, curled hair, eyes, and a black t-shirt. Go to the table.

The invisible bottom must be black. I had a feeling about those shoes, too.

“Who are you?”

It's a thin voice. The strange voice wakes him up. and introduced himself.

“Coincidence.”

Her lips opened slightly. Then my eyes went to the other color she had. Red.

“Wow."

My child-like admiration made me feel tense. She laughs. I went small on the tip of my lip.

“Really?"

She stepped up to check. The only thing I had to say was that he was real. Because it's real.

“Why don't you use my phone to talk to your sister? ”

“You're real.”

She believed it easily.

“It was rewarding to come early. ”

He was waiting for her to introduce herself, but the words were different.

“You got me off the hook. ”

Eventually, he opened his mouth.

“You're Yoon Sang-chul. ”

“Oh, yeah. I'm Yun, you can talk to him. ”

She pulls her phone out of her pocket and opens the folder. He politely said no. She closes the folder again. The silence lasts for the sound of the machine engaging. She didn't even ask him to sit down. I was just sick of looking at myself. Her poetry

I felt itchy where the line came from. It was not like Kelly Coin's burning eyes, nor the soft eyes of Hyundai.

I can't get a timer. Eventually, he decided to stand up and talk until someone came along. My legs don't hurt.

“That was fun. ”

“Thank you.”

She speaks at the thought that she may not be willing to continue the conversation.

“I read your book, too. ”

The thin voice was stable. But it sounded like it was coming from a distance. It felt strange.

“I couldn't write for a week after reading it. ”

So, a little later, her content got into my head.

“Can't you write? ”

“Yes, your writing is too rich. ”

He couldn't find a suitable horse. Fortunately, she was left with something to say, keeping her mouth shut.

“I was left with a lot of luck. just like when I first heard the writings of Hyundo, Kang Wool, and Yeonseo. Maybe more than that. ”

“Thank you. ”

“Yes.”

She admitted it. She thanked me for what she said. The silence settled again. The moment I opened my mouth to talk about her novel, she said one step faster.

“You know what?”

It was a voice calling to itself.

“Yes.”

“Are you really 18? ”

She doubted again. He asked as he calmed down the incoming vanity.

“Do I look old? ”

“Yes. Writing. ”

The writing looks old. He was stabbed a little.

“If you put it that way, so is your writing. ”

“There's a difference between writing like a fifty and writing like a fifty. ”

It's not that I don't know what she's talking about. I'm old at writing. More mature than the author. Younger than the author. Articles that are the same as the author. There was no better way. Some people want to write mature writings and some people want to write young writings.

“I sometimes remember the age of the writer when I read. You know what?"

“Yeah, well. You know what?”

“I've never been a writer with a big difference like you. ”

Predictions and reality. She asks again.

“Are you 18? ”

He eventually searched for the item.

“May I show you your student ID? ”

“Yes.”

He took out the student ID in his wallet and gave it to her. She glances down at the rectangular card in her hand and returns it.

“That's amazing.”

“What?”

“How do you write something like that? ”

“There are writers like this. ”

“I see. Is it because I haven't reached it yet?" ”

“It could be. ”

I didn't have the experience of being dead and alive, so I couldn't understand it. You mutter to yourself. He moves his feet, wondering if he's ever going to sit in a chair.

“You know what?”

She calls herself again. He snaps his foot back.

“Yes.”

“Speak Scandinavian. ”

“· · · · · · · Yes? ”

“Don't you know how to do that? I thought you said the language was in there. ”

You know how to do it. But it was so sudden. Scandinavian all of a sudden? It's weird to do it and not do it. She insists on silence for a moment. He said. You can do it. In the end, Australia was her

Scandinavian as desired.

“Skiing.”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

She blinks. It's a face.

“Ski means thin board in Scandinavian. It's also the name of the sport that we know. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

That was Danya's face. He laughs. Calculation stares at his face.

“That's funny.”

Then her gaze shifts backwards. He also looked back. There was the best. He was very pleased with his appearance. The best sees him standing, looks at the mountain he's sitting on, and opens his mouth.

“What are you doing with the kid? ”

“Oh, I see. Sit down.”

He was just sitting across from her. The best naturally sat next to the left side of Australia.

They get together and end (1)

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