Great Novelist

“Are you all here? ”

The door opens. Coincidence strikes. He pushes his face out from behind the door. She wrapped her head around a towel and looked defenseless. A calm face. Water trickles down from your hair. The spilled water left traces on his clothes and floor.

“I complained even though he pulled my face. Do you want to use it?”

“I suppose so.”

He rubs the unusual cream on the back of his hand and rubs it on his face like a wash. The section asked such an ahjussi.

“Mr. Choi, you weren't kidding, were you? ”

“It was devastating.”

He said with a blurry voice in his hand. The best was snoring, knowing his snoring was meaningless. With a snore like that, you must have woken up surprised by the sound of your voice.

“Are you planning your next article? ”

The section asks: The look in the mirror gives me a different feeling than usual.

“Not yet.”

The section felt a little disappointment and a little relief in its voice without any fear.

“You want to go to the valley later? It's a great place to soak your feet in the back of a mountain. ”

“Good. It's been a long time since the valley. ”

“Aren't you going to hang out with your friends? Well, the fish shop is the best, isn't it? ”

“No, I'm going to the bookstore. ”

“What do you mean you're a writer's friend? ”

That way, the four of you who went to the valley after breakfast had fun until sunset.

*

“I wish I could've played alone. ”

I don't know how many times I've heard this. It's been a long time since he's had a complaint from the West, faced by the poor.

“It was good.”

In response, the protruding frown muttered.

“Someone was locked in a prison called a school, staring up at the sky through a spear. ”

“Haven't you had a nice day? ”

“I was having a terrible lunch. ”

“We replenished it at the store. ”

“I was just taking a class. ”

I can't see the end. In fact, he was not complaining about dropping out of school for a few days. He's not really mad that he went to play alone.

“I couldn't get in touch during the holidays. He didn't say a word after writing that. What the hell is that? It's a masterpiece. It's a heartbreaking story just by thinking about it. But he wouldn't tell me. Oh, yes. I'm a distraction. I'm a distraction by the name of a friend. Coincidence and coincidence

He's an incompetent reader who can't get us anywhere. ”

He looked up at the ceiling. Baron has been avoiding this situation for a long time, plugging in his earphones. Spring smiled awkwardly and suggested snacks, but Seogwang chewed cookies indiscriminately and accumulated energy to complain about. A worse line appeared.

“Shut up, you bastard. How long are you taking him? You used to pretend to be cool all by yourself. That's enough."

“My delicate feelings aren't going to end well. ”

“Oh, it's annoying. ”

Even the weary eyes of Seonhua did not stop flashing. The jewel that was watching the incident opened its mouth.

“I read that short. Seogwang probably lost because he couldn't admire it. It was really scary.”

The Moon Ye's gaze was toward him. They all read the article. It was not from friends, subordinates, or seniors they knew. It's like...

“It looked like someone who had died. ”

Seogwang said, he turned his eyes to look at him. I knew he would feel it. Based on the reading, there was no one to follow him. He was unconsciously trained to reach the deepest depths of writing. The most sensitive reader. Seogwang, look at yourself boldly.

I was.

“I've been reading it all day. ”

“Yes. I was taking a break. ”

I saw it with my own eyes. Every time I saw him, he was holding a literary magazine. I was not proud that I bought three books. He held on to one of them until it got ragged.

“What a charming literary enthusiast. I fell in love with every article in the magazine. ”

“Ugh.”

I hated the line, but it didn't hit me.

“But I've been reluctant to read your writing ever since. All the emotions that had been accumulated in front of me had collapsed. The weirdest thing about this place is that you get to read the most disgusting stuff. ”

“That's an honor. ”

“That's not the way to go. ”

Seogwang said, pulling out magazines. It was also ragged.

“I've read this before. Writing by a writer who was sentenced to death and pardoned, writing by a writer who broke off his engagement because of his mission as a writer, and writing by a writer who was about to die. ”

He pushes the magazine in. He was bitten on the back of his face, but he clearly saw the title of the river.

“Are you okay? ”

“What?”

“Are you okay with writing like that? ”

The river was a bicycle story. Stories are simple. Stories of drowning. It was a story that was a little over nine thousand characters long, written with a look at the river and refined thousands of times.

“I wrote that while eating the noodles. ”

His face was badly distorted. Suddenly, he buries his head on his desk and mutters.

“Give it back. I'm impressed. My immersion, my love. ”

“You said you were reluctant. ”

“I read it the most. ”

He was ridiculed by Seonhua. Now I'm starting to annoy people, saying I won't be able to read the scenes in the future. He thought it was good, but unlike what he said, he only read the river for a week after that.

“The teacher is here. ”

Teacher Moon announced his appearance and went into poverty. The end and the beginning are embedded in his side.

“Don't you guys write? You did your homework, right? ”

“Yes, I have. ”

“Repeat after me. These guys.”

Mr. Moon sat on a cushy chair and began to read the manuscript from the jewelry. The other guys looked to the manuscript to complete it.

He also slightly turns his head and decides to write, but there is a vibration in his pocket. I looked into Moon's eyes and checked the text under his desk. I saw the name of the section. He accidentally opened his mouth after pressing the screen to check the contents.

“A book concert? ”

It contained a coercive statement asking you to attend, along with the words of the club writers. I looked straight at the screen.

“What?”

Teacher Moon asked. He put his phone down and shook his head.

“Come to the audience. ”

He went to her office after diplomacy and was only then able to hear the details. The section said with a cool drink.

“Audience.”

“Yes, to the cosmos, not by chance. That's possible, isn't it? ”

If that's okay with you. Except for eight writers, no one in that position will ever know it's a coincidence. When I sat in the audience, I was no one but a student who came to watch a book concert. She chewed the ice and paid attention to the uniform that Lord was wearing.

C.

“You look like a real student. ”

It was an old saying.

“I'm a real student. ”

“Well, that's true. I feel more real when I look at it like this. Coincidence in uniform. I want to take a photo and sell it. Would you like to share one gift with everyone who comes to the book concert? ”

“Be patient.”

The section smiled cheerfully and revealed the place and time. It was a building on the Gwanghwamun Gate. It was a building of a famous bookstore brand

“Are we going in the hall? ”

“Yes. I've spoken here before. 350 seats are ready. We start at 9: 00. ”

“It's big.”

“I attend all the members of the club. I was able to get in touch with him because he's staying with the professors. ”

There are eight writers, except coincidence. That's how many readers there will be. It seemed to be a large book concert. She gives you something. Opening the envelope, it was a ticket.

“I prepared for the front seat to the center. Play the wind in there. ”

“Readers will react enthusiastically without it. ”

I was talking nonsense like that, but the section said small.

“Face it this time. Readers.”

She was expecting something.

The fact that a book concert was happening was rapidly spreading. People's efforts to get tickets became even more necessary. All the children of Moon Ye-won wanted to come. He told them I would get them tickets, but they all decided to settle on their own strength.

C. And a fierce failure. I was sold out faster than I could have imagined because of a rumor that I was attending. Thus, he went to a book concert alone.

On the day of the North Concert, the hall on the 21st floor was crowded even though it had not yet begun. People literally stood in a long line like a concert. In a book concert like this, he couldn't hide his inner surprise.

“What's this line? ”

“It's long.”

“I've never seen anything like it. ”

The line that starts at the entrance of the hall leads to the fire exit staircase. Lines formed with some space, such as a split, were classified to enter the designated positions in order.

He looked at them as he went forward. There were a variety of people. Some students looked his age, but I saw someone holding a luxury bag. Grandchildren, college sweethearts, fathers and daughters, grandparents and parents in wheelchairs.

There was a young woman who appeared to be a very large athlete.

The literary magazine, created by nine writers, moved the minds of these people. You made them move. I felt sorry for the children who couldn't get tickets. More people would have hoped to come here than this. I looked at my own vote. It's called A13.

I see a sign. It means it's in the center of the front seat.

“This is where the A row is, right? ”

“Yes.”

A woman answered kindly. There was a pleasant tension on the face. She seems to feel a sense of unity and belonging with the people here. She shared her unfamiliar senses and was unfamiliar with the concert.

Standing behind. The man in the back checked the number on the table and left with an unpleasant look on his face. Those who are in front of happiness can be so kind.

“That's amazing. ”

He once again admired the long line. It is not a fan meeting of celebrities, nor is it a musical or theatrical venue. The image that comes to mind when a book concert takes place is a small book cafe with a small number of readers gathering to hold a reading session. Here you go.

The image of God was no different, so I couldn't help but be surprised to see this.

“Could it be that you're here too? ”

Then a woman beside him spoke to him. It was very friendly attitude.

“Well?”

He replied awkwardly. She carries a huge suitcase to her side with her what she had packed, and she has a very challenging look in her eyes.

“I got the feeling that I was banned from being photographed. ”

“What feeling? ”

“A feeling that a writer might have attended. ”

He corrected her a little.

“I heard you'll be taking photos separately. It can be interrupted during the process, so it stops it. It's common.”

“My hunch is that it's not. It's going to happen very rarely this time. If you happen to be on the stage, it's heartbreaking just to think about it. ”

Suddenly, she searches her bag and shows you the little digital camera inside.

“As soon as I see a coincidence, I'm going to press this shutter. ”

Then the timing to press it is now, he muttered to himself.

End of book concert (1)

lim Han-baek