Great Novelist

“It's been a while.”

“Yes. It's been a long time. ”

“How's life on the mountain? ”

“Good.”

“Oh, did you say hello to Ms. Song? ”

“You look busy. ”

The best naturally asked her the following question whether she was familiar with the short answer. It looked quite familiar.

“Did you see a coincidence? ”

Best said the name of coincidence, as if referring to local specialties. The calculation is small.

“We talked. ”

He makes a sound to end the conversation of returning to his subject.

“Where are the other writers? ”

“We're almost there. Big brother's coming with us. Junsu is coming with us. And your sister. And your faith. ”

“You're all here. ”

“We live close to each other. This is how the three of you bumped into each other. ”

“I have to join somewhere next time. ”

“What does that mean? ”

He raises his glass of water next to the table and asks. He said it was nothing, and he checked the time. It's time for an appointment.

“Hey, what's so unusual about this? ”

“Quiet. ”

He turned his back. The same road as the West. The West was wearing more fluorescent churning today.

“You've taken care of yourself today. ”

“Right? He keeps saying he wants to add fluorescence to the list he hates. ”

“I've already added it. ”

The two of them sat between top and bottom. Dongil was the best side seat. The west was talking to her, who was four years old next door. I also exchanged greetings with the best.

“Have you been well?”

Dong-gil asked Calculator, but the answer came from the best.

“I'm always healthy. Does not neglect self-care ”

“You're still the best. ”

During the exchange of greetings between Comrade Gil and Best, the West said on the calculation, swinging a fluorescent sleeve.

“Let's see some more! Sister.”

“Yes. I'm free these days, so you can come and play. ”

“Really? But there's a snake. ”

“You know what?”

Suddenly, you rumble. This is different from when the silence settled. Members of the group arrived later.

“Oh my, it's full of writers. ”

“Good to see you all. ”

The section said vigorously. The faith that greeted her was glittering, looking back at the calculations and coincidences.

“Hello."

“It's been a long time, you guys. ”

It is closely related to incoming compliance. Each of the four of them sat between the calculation and the Lord, with Root Woo sitting just to the right of him and then the section closest to the calculation of obedience, belief, and the calculation. The round table is full. I gave and received a simple greeting from each other.

“Let's make it happen, then. ”

The section said, "I fed and drank according to my tastes." The empty table was filled with warm food. He put the previously eaten chicken in his mouth. The flavor has not changed. Eight writers, other than Australia, have conversations on different topics.

I did.

“Your face gets worse every time you look at it. ”

“I'm writing these days. I couldn't sleep. ”

“What, were you that sensitive? Do you feel burdened?”

“Of course I do. I'm not as big of a sister as you. ”

Faith jumped in while drinking beer.

“It's because he's depressed to be born. You should take care of that part. ”

“Did you?”

The depressed face of the roots became more depressed. Compliance in the middle went into arbitration. I lightly knocked on my desk three times.

“Don't make fun of me. Faith makes you drink slowly. I'm not making that face in front of delicious food. ”

He turns his head to the other side, frowning at the food. The best was just opening his mouth.

“I think your writing is too hard. It's lack of love and romance. ”

“As expected, Choi has eyes. Your writing is too cold. You should write something warm sometime. Get away from the writing inside you. ”

“I just recently published an experiment. ”

“No, my patron. The West has a point. You tend to focus too much on yourself. ”

“I don't want to hear it from Choi. ”

“You're still writing that weird list, right? Focus on me now. Your best favorites. I'll let you.”

“I refuse. Even Mr. Choi's work is not really my taste. ”

“What?”

There was unfortunately no one to mediate between the three of them. He looked straight ahead. Like himself, I saw the calculation of enjoying eating alone. She didn't say much. But there was no discomfort here. She's got steak.

You slash. The chunky meat is cooked well. Slowly chew the large sliced meat into a mouthful. I took a glass of wine and took a quick sip. It reminded me of what my colleague said about liking alcohol.

Looking at her, he felt a strange feeling. It felt like all I could think about was the black shadow. Meat she sliced, wine she drank. Only her red lips and black clothes remain. It wasn't her at all

did not represent. He spoke to her.

“Is it good?”

She asks as she goes between the meat and the wine.

“Which one? ”

“Both. ”

“It's delicious. ”

The calculation put the big, sliced meat in your mouth as if it were a bouquet. Slowly chews. The food makes things slightly lighter for her lips. Her impression is getting blurry.

“You want a piece? Do you want to trade?”

“It's okay, it's no front plate and it's a hassle. ”

“Yes, of course. ”

She doesn't recommend it twice, she slices the meat again. This time, she asked first.

“In what environment do you usually write? ”

“What environment? ”

“The environment is the environment. I write in the mountains. I went into a completely disconnected place just to write. What about you?"

“I just write in a typical home. in my room.”

“Wide?”

“It's narrow. It's getting narrower. ”

“For what? ”

“Papers. ”

She drank the wine. It's fast. I don't see any sign of intoxication.

“Do you write well in noisy places? ”

In response, he shakes his head firmly.

“Not at all. I'm still a little overwhelmed. When I want to concentrate, I feel empowered, and I'm not good at connecting with broken streams. I've been doing a lot better lately. ”

I wrote in the literature. Adapting to the writing environment with the majority naturally improved. I felt it myself.

“What about you, Judge? Do you write well in noisy places? ”

“Not at all. That's one of the reasons I write in the mountains. ”

“Is it quiet there? ”

The calculation shakes its head.

“There were more sounds. It was just a little bit human-y. ”

There are many lives on the mountain. Trees, insects, animals, reptiles. That's why there were so many different noises.

“So sometimes it scares me. I don't know where it's coming from, or who's paying for it. I can't help but imagine. Sometimes I feel like I'm being sidelined by other animals, just like you said. Maybe I'm the only one who doesn't understand that sound. Just my ears.

Sounds like a meaningless wind. ”

She mentioned the language of God. animals that can't be read by humans and try to outwit humans by using them. She looks at herself.

“I wonder if you would understand. ”

“No way.”

At that moment, I heard a sound of breathing. The sound was so urgent that I had to turn my head. It was faith. She was smiling at you, looking at the calculations with him. It was evidence that she was excited. Her eyes sparkled, and she and many other writers were counting on themselves.

I was listening to the conversation. He asked.

“What's the matter? ”

“The calculation and the coincidence are having a conversation. ”

The voice of faith trembled. I felt that I was holding back my emotions. It was a strange reaction.

“You're all talking. ”

“You're a coincidence, and she's a calculation. ”

She eventually got excited.

“All the articles so far have been published by chance on the bestseller and the best seller, as well as the author of the accredited Korean paragraphs, Yun Calculate! We're talking to each other! About each other's writings! A mountain peak that rises between chance and eternity! ”

The table rattles with her violent posture. Now it was the section that tried to stop her from getting up and speaking. She said, holding the beer in the hand of faith.

“Relax. Here's your favorite drink. ”

“It's more exciting when you drink it. ”

Despite Lord's small affairs, the majority gave liquor to faith. And the moment she puts her mouth on the glass, the room is quiet. That was the moment the section was aiming for. She spoke on behalf of faith. It was a message of faith.

“I understand the excitement of faith. I was intrigued to meet you two. Things are finally starting to change in a bookstore that used to be full of writers. The calculations are going up at an incredible rate, right? ”

He slowly replied to her playful tone and not at all playful.

“Yes, I also read the new fun. I was moved.”

“Oh, don't walk away from me like that. ”

“Where did you say I got out? ”

“Don't you feel anxious? I thought I'd be number one forever, but someone's chasing me from behind. Don't you think they're gonna take it? ”

The section was exaggerated. She's right. The past self is anxious. It seemed to be taken away. I thought I'd be number one forever, but there were a lot of writers around. Anxiety became reality after the new calculation. That's why it's so hard to leave such a prisoner behind.

C. At that time, I was speeding along a very visible path of failure without knowing anything.

He remembered the knights he had seen before coming here. I eliminated coincidences. The strength of the founding author, Yun Calculation, demonstrated. What a coincidence. There was a calculation before the coincidence. Writer representing the Republic of Korea. Silent publisher. What kind of writer is Yoon Sang-chul? What are the reactions to coincidence?

It was irritating. It jeopardized the mind of the young writer. Obedience silently stopped her as Lord did not answer. My fingers moved three times. He smiled unconsciously. A large number of glances pierced his face.

“What do they take away? ”

The section kept silent this time because it could be interpreted in various ways. In the meantime, there was a belief that reasoning struck the floor.

“You don't think her book threatens you at all? ”

“Faithful writer, you still don't know me that well after going to my school? ”

“Once in the news, I didn't even bother to write that character. ”

“How simple I am. ”

The section prevented the faith from opening its eyes and refuting. It was an attitude that I would not forgive the story to leak out.

“What if it's not? ”

“You know, I don't own the number of jobs. Anyone can put it on, but it's a bit fishy to do it when it's stolen. ”

Then another voice comes in from the left.

“That's amazing.”

The best. He quickly narrates his story.

“I couldn't sleep in the Seoul when I was first in the class and every time my rank was reversed. ”

I didn't know that feeling. I feel like I don't read my own articles anymore. Now it feels like his writing is being ignored. The lower your rank, the shorter you are, the longer you spend months and years writing, the less candy you feel. That.

It took me a while to realize that this wasn't the case. The best is especially the writer who prides himself on writing.

“You'd do better. ”

He said the same thing about himself.

“Coincidental writers have been monopolizing first place without resting on their debuts, their next novel, the language of God and their translations, without the threat of anyone. The word" coincidence "and" fight for eternity "tells us that. You've been fighting yourself all along. But then came the calculating writer.

I did. ”

Her book was selling at a fast pace.

“I've already won coincidences in the weekly best. They're likely to be pushed out of the bestseller, the best-seller, or the best-seller for months. ”

The best said as if it provoked him. He replied.

“Maybe we'll be pushed out. The writing you wrote has that much resonance. ”

The best face is bad. The rotten food was on my mouth.

“No, it's weird. You need to be more detached, anxious, nervous. We have to be afraid of threats and try to protect our fiction. Make mistakes. Wrong judgment. That's a person.”

He laughed.

They get together and end (2)

lim Han-baek