Great Novelist

The car shakes. The hips are already accustomed to vibration, numb. Every time the hand of the section moves, the body repeats being pulled in all directions. It was a fantastic ride that created rough driving and rough roads. The section seen through the mirror looked good.

“Take your time driving. ”

“It's a rough road. I've been driving without incident for 20 years. ”

While shaking busy, you sweep down the arm that hit the person next to you. There was the best frowning. I picked up the lunch box from the section's office and asked.

“Why is Writer Choi here? ”

“I don't know. Maybe he wants to rent his free time. ”

He replied with a polite and confident expression.

“It's not like that. I found an interesting topic, and I followed it. ”

He shut his mouth as if he didn't intend to elaborate on the interesting subject. I didn't dig deep either. I already noticed the hot look in the middle. The car shakes. The lunchbox above his knees groans. I don't know if the contents will be okay.

I took out my phone while worrying about the lunch box. The screen was shaking along my body, but I couldn't help but see it. I read the busy articles and readers' ratings. It was mostly about the coincidence that the books were being sold and the fragments that came out this time. People were busy comparing the skills of writers. A head pops in from the side.

“People envy you for being rich. ”

He read the comment under the article. Successful at a young age There were roughly many writings that expressed this nuance. It was often found that there was no underlying story that coincidences were buying land in Gangnam Yellow. Rumors like this have always followed me. Coincidence does not explain anything. The rumors began to rise and sink by themselves.

He smiled a little as he read the writing, attaching photos of the villa where the number of revolvers would live. They were measuring coincidental property with their own reasons. I was putting it among the world's most famous writers, making more money, living better than anyone, ranking it.

C.

“I don't live in a house this big. ”

He remembered a house near the school and said, Best, I didn't even shake my car, but I slammed my arm and asked.

“Hey, you have a lot of money. ”

It was a confident young tone.

“How do you know that? ”

“What kind of stupid question is that? It's already famous that your book broke through a million copies in two months. Of course, there's a lot of talk in this industry, but it's sold a lot. If you sell a lot, you earn a lot. Your book is not a book or two, but a seal from abroad.

When you think of Gee, you jump on a boat. You sell God's language a lot, don't you? ”

This time, Dongbaek Publishing Co., Ltd. reinvented the power of God's language into a new set. I re-edited the thin books into four volumes and changed both the quality and the cover of the paper. People who went beyond the reader and became fans of the worldview in the book had all collected new versions of the book. Foreign readers, yes.

Not only that. They were passionate about the language of the gods, belonging to many fantasies of the world and a somewhat familiar class, freshness, and even perfection. The genre novel is like Dong Baek President said that there were some things that could not be resolved once it began to be sold.

The best opened his mouth, saying, "Speaking of questions."

“Then why is your house still the same? ”

“Yes?”

“I heard it from faith. We talked about this at the reunion, right? Your studio. Small room. Don't you want to move to a better house? ”

“Hey, that's enough. ”

The best section was dried. The best shrugged.

“If you don't want to answer, you don't have to. ”

“Where have you aged? ”

“I ate it with my mouth. ”

It was not a difficult question to answer. There was no sad way to repay a debt at home, or lose all the money to a gambling addict's father. Where I live now is the perfect place to go to school, and there was nothing too uncomfortable about it. I lived in a house for a long time, so I felt kindred. It was a decision I made with my parents. Let's live in the house that we have lived in so far. At least until he graduates from school. And...

“I don't have that much money. ”

Not as much wealth as everyone expected I used them all.

“What are you talking about? ”

“I don't want to answer that. ”

He closed his mouth and turned his head to his cell phone. No matter how best I called him, I didn't answer. I spent it all. I donated it all. It wasn't because I wanted to go back to being homeless or because I didn't want to walk the same path as before. I just wanted to pay it back.

If you think of death after resurrection, there is a voice that comes to mind. Screaming. I'm thankful someone screamed when I fell into the river. I was thankful that there was someone who cared about me. A man cannot live alone.

Coincidental money was being passed on to people who had suffered from illness, poverty, violence, fire, historical imprisonment, war, disability, alcoholism, prejudice, etc.

“Anywhere kids go these days, they have cell phones. ”

The best grumbling and vain laughter engulfed him, and he read. People beyond the crystal were having a lot of feelings under the belief that they had a lot of coincidence. You can easily say anything behind an anonymous back. These were interesting materials.

I tried to endure the dizziness, but as the intensity intensified, I finally had to lift my head.

“If we're going to play at his house, we have to do this. ”

I felt a strong joy in the voice of the section saying that. She was a natural driver. I felt like I would get sick if I looked at the typeface more. The window lowers. You notice a unique scent emanating from the mountain. The sky was getting dark because of the late departures and the late days. The mountains shade particularly quickly.

The section turned on the radio. Word has come out that we have caught one of the criminals on the run. The car was shaking more and the mountain was still shaded. I felt it with all my being. The writer really lived in the mountains. The car has stopped. The road is no longer accessible.

“It's time to exercise. ”

The three of them got out of the car and carried their bags into the trunk. It looked more like a path made by people's footprints than artificially made. The unfolded boundary was obscured. The sign in the middle was not very helpful because it was in the middle of the direction of the arrow. However, I could see that there was a temple nearby.

He saw the section leading the way a little later and the best way to walk behind it. Both of them couldn't breathe. It was true that the best did not neglect self-care.

“Even if writing in nature is a longing for literacy, it's too uncomfortable. ”

But there were many complaints. The best mumbled and looked around the area surrounded by trees and dirt.

“Australia follows you well, but you have to keep your mouth shut. ”

“That's him and I'm me. ”

The best chattering, not obedient to the warning of the section, walked quietly over time. I had never been here before, so I lost my sense of time. I couldn't feel how long I was walking and where I was walking. I just moved my feet, looking at the back of the two leading men.

“When do we get there? ”

He asked.

“Almost there. ”

The section replies, but rarely stops. After repeating the same conversation five times, he thought. How long was it? About 30 minutes. More than an hour. Or maybe he didn't actually walk for 10 minutes. I'm not sure. I think I'm a little tired, and I think I still have an arm.

I felt like it. You hear a rustling sound next to you. I noticed it was a cat. The cat was not alert at all. I was enjoying sunbathing for a short while. Somehow the Mac was loosened. You walk silently. The sun hangs at the end of the mountain.

“Here she is."

Then the section said: He raised his head. In front of him was a house in an open space. The house was entirely earthy. It was not that different from the color I had seen on the way. It seemed to have a protective color.

“Welcome. ”

A thin voice. She was still wearing black today. The best gives her meaningless complains.

“Are you starting to lose your mind? ”

“Nothing.”

“I can't believe it's so hard for me to come to my colleague's house. ”

“Come in and rest. ”

She walks you inside. The interior was not so different from the impression I had seen on the outside. Spacious living room followed by kitchen, rooms, books.

“That's a lot of windows. ”

“Yes. I built it so I could see the outside. ”

Looking around the house, he drank the water she brought out. The yellow water looked like barley tea, but it wasn't. It tastes bitter.It tastes more like medicine than water. However, the water that I drank after climbing was very tasty. I took a quick inhale and sighed, but the math and the snow met.

C. She was looking at herself. He stole his mouth and said.

“What's the matter? ”

“I'll give you another drink. ”

“Yes.”

He pours out his glass and she pours water from the bottle of pets. I knew it was yellow. This time, I slowly passed the water.

“There's a lot of paper here, too. ”

“The concept of a workshop is stronger than a home. ”

“Amazing.”

“Take your time. ”

He looked at the manuscripts and books right next to him and suddenly remembered his room. I was accustomed to stacked papers.

“The inside is a library. There are more books there. The kitchen next door. ”

You turn your head to the direction of the calculation to get a rough view of the structure. It really felt like a joint venture. You see the award in a small glass cabin located next to the living room couch.

“Is that the Italian International Award? ”

Following his gaze, she turns her head.

“Yes, I did. ”

“It was the first Korean prime minister. ”

A prestigious award recognised by the world. It was a great thing that her book was chosen for a work translated into English. It was hard to say that she had no impact on the globalization of Korean literature that was happening today. Made it easy for her to go overseas

It is possible to advance.

“How was your award? ”

She stares at the award.

“I was happy. I felt recognized in the world. I realized my efforts were not in vain. But I don't like it now. ”

As proof of that, her expression was grave, reminiscent of her glory at that time.

“Why? Did you get buried over time? ”

“No. It's not about time. ”

“Really?"

She sees herself. He had black eyes as much as black clothes.

“Because you're here. ”

His eyes plunged a little deeper.

End and Start (4) End

lim Han-baek