Great Novelist

“Let's sit here. ”

The speaker checked his seat and sat lightly. Her disciples and herself drop their butts around it. Lee straightaway unpacks the bag and starts unpacking the food inside. Junsu had a warming bottle in his hand. The moment it became clear why I asked you to bring me just a bottle of water.

“Eat cucumbers. ”

“And coffee.”

I felt once again that they were used to this place. He chewed the whole cucumber. It was crispy and cool. I moistened my thirsty neck on a hike.

“Many people die in the mountains, right? ”

“Is that what you're thinking in this peaceful place? ”

“I have some luck. ”

I felt a slope and looked at the landscape of small buildings. I feel like I'm being pushed forward. The mountain was like that. What would it feel like to live in a place like this?

“I heard you met with Calculation. ”

The speaker asked, she was drinking coffee. I heard from my colleagues that Calculation was also her disciple.

“He was a wonderful man. It was very different from the writing. ”

He said a brief impression of her.

“The mathematician is still. That's what the writing looks like. ”

The speaker agreed, as he said. Unlike her quiet atmosphere at the dinner table, her writing was intense. The situation in the novel is too extreme and the emotional line of the person as a result. Readers empathize with such a burdensome article and can read it to the end, meaning that she knows very well which sentence to insert in which situation. Her writing contained an obsession with her writing. He always thought when he read her as a writer. Is he okay?

“There's a similar angle to you in that respect. ”

“Me?”

The speaker said comfortably.

“You write that because you look fine, too. ”

Crew giggles next to you. Obedience speaks a word.

“I'm thinking, is the writer okay with writing like this? Both writers. ”

“I'm fine? ”

He was fine enough to climb up the mountain like this.

“Yes. Hyundai said it would be fine with you. But I'm a little worried about you. ”

That means calculation, I'm sure. He asked, reminiscing about the conversation with Hyundai.

“Why? Is your digestive system bad? ”

“You're too much of a metaphor for digestion. ”

The book looked at the buildings that had become less than dogs. The world changes depending on where you look at it. I'm talking about a writer called Calculation.

“A self-feeding writer. ”

He tilted his head. It was hard to understand.

“What do you mean? ”

It was the same with her disciples, and eventually she couldn't help but ask.

“It's a simple metaphor. I can feel it when I read it. The desperate feeling of carving and writing. There are writers like that. ”

Among the great writers. Her words linger in the ears of him for a moment.

“I don't know if that's the case, but these types of writers value writing more than my life. I'll give it all to you mercifully. Your values, emotions, efforts, talents. Let the writing eat. ”

One of the two articles was born in this way. A masterpiece that no one can relate to, or a masterpiece that overwhelms everyone's emotions. It is the work of many artists who keep it as a romance in a corner of their heart. Letting even a writer take his life. So the writing that I leave behind makes me live longer than the writer. However, very few people can do that, and very few can do that.

Junsu replied with an embarrassing smile.

“I feel like I don't have any brakes. ”

“I feel like the screws are loosened a little. ”

“May I speak to the Judge? ”

“Praise, praise. Just watching you go into the mountains, you know. The focus on writing is not pushed by any great writer. ”

Workers said in a hurry. Then he hesitated a little and added.

“Do you want to go there too? ”

Could she be a great novelist? He remembered her before he died. No one called her a great writer.

“Anyway, I'm looking forward to your death. ”

“You don't say that. ”

The roots bow. The shadow beneath his eyes darkens.

“Coincidence and calculation, now even you. I'm not the only one. ”

It was a start again. The depression matched his impression.

“It's the same with me that the face is unknown. You're not alone. ”

“Don't be so salty. ”

I did not comply with my friends who wanted to get angry. He thought, ignoring him lightly. Unlike her, nothing feeds her. Maybe he's the writer standing opposite her.

There are moments when she feels attractive in her ways. But I also know I won't be able to imitate myself. I'm greedy. I don't want to hand over what's in my hand, even if it's written by the other party. Values, emotions, hard work, talent. It was all his.

He recalled his most recent writing. It is a little more than nine thousand characters. It's very short. You can't spend a day in the Han River and only eat one piece a day. I held on to it for another month. He's done it a few times. I wrote, I fixed, and I wrote several times.

He did all the boring things because the writing was his own.

“By the way, this is the first piece of coincidence to be announced. ”

Keung said, the first piece of coincidence. And maybe the first bicycle novel of coincidence. A bicycle novel written down by a writer's experience of death. Maybe no one knows. He smiles quietly, alone with his secret in his arms. On the other hand, his expression became increasingly depressing.

“The first piece of coincidence. People will be interested in that. I hope it doesn't get buried. ”

“Don't worry. ”

He told him sincerely. Perhaps the best match to the subject of death is proximity. Death is accompanied by depression. Having said that, he did not deny it.

“Are you just with depression? I felt frustrated writing this time, but death is contagious. ”

It's contagious. It moves easily with sneezes like a cold. He agreed.

“There's also the word suicidal transmission, right? A copycat suicide.”

It was a reference to the death of a celebrity reported by the media when people made unfortunate choices along with them. It imitates the actions of idols. The speaker opened her mouth.

“I'm reminded of young Berter's grief. ”

Australia was just thinking the same thing. The same was true of other writers. The sorrow of young Berter, the great novelist Goethera, led many to their deaths at that time. It's because the young men who treated Berter as an idol followed his foolish choices. That's why copycat suicides are called Werther Effects in other words.

“That's the novel from 1774, right? I guess people were also fashionable back then. ”

“People are always sensitive. There were a lot of young people wearing the clothes described in the novels. ”

“They also said they had perfumes and pottery. Goods has a long history of this. ”

Young Berter's grief. The plot is simple. It's a story that occurs when a protagonist named Berter falls in love with a woman named Lotte, who is already engaged. It is Berter's grief as it is called. Sadness inevitably follows in love that cannot be fulfilled.

He is very sensitive to his own emotions. I'm so nervous, I'm suffering from sad love that I can kill myself with a handgun. It was a funny and stupid story in a certain sense, but the deep emotions written by Goethe evoked readers' empathy. It was a great sympathy that would bring death.

“Goethe said he was embarrassed. He didn't like Berter's suicide. You begged me not to follow Berter. ”

“Why not? I would, too. What a tragedy that my writing has driven others to their deaths. Just thinking about it puts cucumbers on it. ”

I chewed cucumbers, not carrots. Australia was no different. I can't even begin to comprehend Goethe's feelings. Junsu said.

“There's a lot of talk about how that novel came to possess such powerful power, because it's the proper use of the intermediate script. I think it's also based on personal experience. As a writer, ”

The book "The Sorrow of Younger" was a story created by the German Great Lakes Goethe based on his personal experience. Goethe's experience of loving a woman whose fiancée existed and Goethe's friend not overcoming the sadness of love and choosing death.

“I think so, too. It's the end that was influenced by the death of a friend. The text that is influenced can have a different impact. ”

I nodded a small head to obey the opinions of my comrades who made me say something naturally magnificent. The speaker narrowed her eyes and looked at the writers who wrote about death.

“Isn't that what they say? Oh, come out when I'm dead? ”

I shaken my head as one.

“Don't say that. Teacher.”

“Come on. Here's some cucumber. ”

“Have a cup of coffee, too. ”

The speaker laughed and said he would look forward to the article coming out.

“Teacher, don't get your hopes up. It's a burden.”

“Really? Got it. I wouldn't count on it. ”

“No, a little bit. ”

It was a raging rainstorm. He looked at the steep slope. Write about death. You die. It may be controversial whether or not it's complete death, but you have a similar experience. And I went back in time.

Goethe-like articles. If you are a coincidence, it is not possible to act like Goethe. I couldn't even write enough to drive someone to their death. But no one knows the outcome. Even Goethe did not know the results of his writing. That's what the future is.

He reminded me of that time. Most of them were futures that failed. It was a future that crashed every day. So I twisted it all I wanted. I tried to twist it. Choice has had a variety of outcomes, and relationships with people I had never known before. The evidence did not show in the past whether it was this literary puppet. This meeting just ended with a meeting.

Are you still close to the past in the future? Or is it far enough away? I am more likely to stay away from the future I know But there was always the possibility that it wasn't.

“It's time to get up. ”

“Yes.”

He thought of her. I liked black clothes, red lips, tough meat and drank wine well. But I didn't really remember her face. Combined, they were not calculated. He knew why. The reason I felt foggy around her. The reason she's looking forward to her death.

How many people were affected by her death? I remember her death when the media was talking. Before she died, she gave up on herself.

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