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Coincidence shines among established writers. What does the death he wrote mean? Incredible ability of accidental writers.

A fragment of a coincidence writer, river water. Amazing shock from a short story. Everything you can do in fragments.

What is the story of the coincidence among the nine novels, and the commentators' acclaimed river?

Calculation versus coincidence. What are the readers' reactions?

What Pyeongjin critics say is the difference between a mathematician and a writer by chance. A perspective on death, between ideals and reality.

It is regarded as the deepest text of river water and everlasting coincidence.

The youngest title, Death by a young genius writer?

A brief fluctuating blizzard recurs. Shun the pursuit of Yoon, Sang-chul and Bon Jun.

The guy with the bike behind his back passed by like the wind. The child with the kite in both hands and the parents also walked excitedly.

He spread whether it was a literary school sent by the section on a bridge overlooking the Han River. You stay three steps away from the ledge. The wind is strong and the paper flutters.

He first examined the table of contents. The author's name was listed with the title of the article. Open the door with stories of associates and believe, motivation, west, section, best, adherence, calculation, and coincidence. I did not know what order they were placed on, but I was a little nervous about the last one. Ball

There is a risk of becoming more and more accustomed to the latter under special conditions of writing on a common topic. What if it's buried?

“Dad! I tangled the thread! ”

The child who was flying the kite from afar shouted. Lonely floating kites could not stand to fall. He looks at it and turns his head to the words of his comrades. I felt anxious or excited. It is the first time we have read each other's articles. Other writers, perhaps,

I thought he might be holding a book open.

“Ha.”

He read the work of his comrades and laughed unnoticed. I'm depressed. I can't believe I put such a depressing article first. The nature of the literary magazine on the subject of death is conveyed intensively. His depression is addictive and I don't want to stop in the middle.

As it is, you will read the following story:

The text of faith that appeared later reversed the atmosphere. The pirate was strong. As an abstract novelist, the story of returning to the center of the mysterious death was interesting. If you look at the unique characters and the gentle evolution, it's probably the most popular. She writes.

I was aware of the attractive elements I was losing.

The next section is from Dong-gil to Seong-jung. I feel satisfied because there are two different people's writings next to each other as well as the actual nature of the writing. The spicy flavor that comes when you feel it. Or the saltiness after sweetness. Their flavor is just sweet and salty.

No, it's sweet and salty. A hard body and a soft story. Excellent sentence strength in common. Balanced.

Something smells ominous. It smells of mold. I could tell who it was when I read it. Kasu Marjou. A rotten cheese to ferment with maggots. These disgusting maggots make the cheese super soft. Nasty and disgusting, but knowing the taste.

Ram can't stop. In fact, Kasu Marjou, who has been banned from sale due to hygiene issues, is being sold through a black transaction. It tastes so good you can't see the maggots or the law. It reminded me of a wine of high strength.

“Aha, here's the wine. ”

The wine I had in mind when I read the section was ready in the next story. Excellent. A writer full of love for himself had a sensitive nose in other people's relationships. Love was the most intense emotion between an individual and an individual. Death there

There is. It was bitter and poisonous. A magical drink that deepens emotions and can be turned away at the same time.

When my mind and body were full of confusion, Junsu appeared. Readers who were drinking were nervous in front of suddenly attracted meeting rooms, classrooms, and scary fathers. The air is cold. It pierces my heart. It was a heavy and serious atmosphere. The smell of the alcohol on your body slowly sinks and the suit tightens.

I felt it. Tasks, homework, projects. Responsible things come to mind.

“It's just like Junsu. ”

He was distracted by his writing as well. Lunch is over. I've given up the intestine. The title was bold on the blank paper. Wonderful. That was the title chosen by the calculation.

The faces of novelists who had finished their lives passed through his mind. An artist who jumped into the river without overcoming the urge for self-destruction. Excellent novelists. Their work still sold well without grieving the death of my master.

That's not what she wrote. She hasn't reached there yet. Like a tangled kite, she never reached the highest point. The thread was cut before that.

The paper moves roughly in the wind. He grabbed the paper with a little more strength. I slowly read the article. There is a story of a man who is exhausted and alone, who has fallen into temptation to die. A man fights a mortal enemy and becomes a man, blunt death and ecstasy.

I fall in.

Fascinating. The title was fascinating. I didn't want to miss a single letter all the time. She handled a fairly blatant death like herself. But there was a difference. Writings that cross the boundaries of reality and reality and lead to a delusional spirit are expressed as illusions even of death.

Yes, it is close to ideal. He was different.

He breathed slowly. I covered the book without looking at the last article in the back. I was distracted by the story of death rushing in. Satisfied, I read a good article

I looked up at the sky. There was a kite. It was the kite that crashed because of the tangled thread. I was flying high. The child joyfully held the rope, counting on his father's advice. The child cried out.

“Next time, I'll fly higher! ”

The child firmly believed that there was a next time. I heard the child's laugh. He silently heard the joyful voice. The calculation comes to mind. Maybe she'll make that choice again. Did she read her own article? Then the phone vibrated.

“Hello?"

The voice of the section is heard. Her voice was strangely calm.

“Calculator asked me to contact you. ”

“What's going on? ”

Turns out I didn't have the arithmetic number.

“He wants to see you. ”

“Oh, really? ”

“As soon as possible. It's settlement.”

“· · · · · · · Yes? ”

“Calculator wants to invite you home. ”

A mountain house? You mean that mountain house?

“Up on that mountain? ”

This is where the snake said it would come out. The section said yes. I was embarrassed by the unexpected invitation, but I answered with my mouth firmly.

“Well, let's go tomorrow. ”

“Tomorrow? It's a weekday. Is it school break? Is it an opening anniversary?”

“No, I'm just going to walk away. ”

The one who goes to the Calculator's workshop can learn more than the school. Given the priorities, it was definitely this way.

“Hey, I can't believe high school students in Korea are declaring such a cool absence. ”

“It's okay. It's not that difficult with your parents' cooperation. ”

“You must be familiar with it. ”

“I've been writing a few times. ”

“Yes. I will inform the judge of this lovely news right away. Uh, how many days do you think we're gonna stay, like, two nights, three days? ”

“Not bad if the owner allows it. ”

He smiled cheerfully and said that he liked the section.

“I'm going too. ”

“What's wrong with you? ”

“That's your guardian role. Besides, it's interesting. Calculation invites coincidence. ”

The guardian was clearly an excuse. She just wanted to watch. She hangs up the phone with a message to come to her office, saying she'll be moving to her car tomorrow. He glances at the river for a moment and turns to go down the bridge. And I got a good look at a guy.

I had never seen him before. No face at all. He was staring at himself. I thought I could hear the contents of the phone for a moment, but there was quite a distance between him and myself. The wind blows strongly as it rises above the bridge. I wouldn't have heard from him. It's just a coincidence.

There are no coincidences. While thinking useless thoughts like that, the man and himself staggered.

He soon forgot him, too.

*

The man looked at the male student walking past him quietly. I've been watching him since he opened the book. He enjoyed reading a book. I was reading with my whole body, changing the atmosphere of time and time as if all emotions were contained in the book. Him.

Let's go to the bookstore one last time. So let's read the book that the student was reading.

It was not difficult to find the book in a bookstore. There was a huge pile in the most prominent places. I picked it up and headed to the corner of the bookstore. I sat down under a bookshelf filled with books. I didn't want anyone to come.

I studied the book. It was called The End and the Beginning. I thought it was a novel, but it's called literary magazine. The stripes of the book said that they would donate all the proceeds. I was not interested. I just wanted to read as funny and lively as the student I saw on the bridge.

The moment I opened the first chapter, one word caught my eye. Death. Laughter pours out of your mouth. I don't know if it's a book like this.

“I killed a man. ”

I pretended to read the text out of my mouth. A light word. He killed a man three hours ago. When I left home and walked without thinking, I met a student. And I made my choice. Let's read that book one last time.

I didn't know it was a book about death. It's an incredible choice. I opened the book. It was depressing, but not as depressing as the situation he was in. Next was a deduction novel. I just handed it over. After that, the writing was boring. I didn't get into my head. meaningless chapter

I was suddenly angry because I was handing it over.

Those who write this do not know what death is. It was the same. Especially the weird article titled "Wonderful." This post bothered me. I'm annoyed. I can't believe you wrote this. I can't believe you're so popular after all. Making a lot of money. It's a frivolous world.

I can see why boys read books with funny faces. He was young. They think this fake is real when they are young. He's a fraud.

Nervously told the last story. I saw the name coincidence. I knew it. He was a kid, too. I read the article with a lot of ridicule.

“Sir, you can't read it here. ”

Despite the staff's words, the man did not move. The employee called him a few more times, but he didn't wake up. The noisy crowd stares at him. He was holding onto the last page of the book. The book is crumpled.

“Guest!"

He opened his mouth. An incomprehensible groan came out. My voice was badly divided. My heart was beating and I couldn't speak. You raise your head. The cashier makes eye contact. He looks down at him with frowning and disgusting eyes.

The man cried.

End and Begin (3) End

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