Great Novelist

The man the section pointed out was a young man who appeared to be a college student. He was wearing a checkered shirt. A face filled with excitement that could not be hidden. Maybe it was because of that, the words were too fast.

“I usually like books, so I've read all of your books here. So it's no exaggeration to say that you're having the happiest moment of your life by creating a club like this and publishing a literary club. ”

My voice was trembling so much that it was harder to hear. The section smiled cheerfully and told him that he could tell him slowly.

“So, I'm curious how you got together. You know, and, if possible, I'd like to hear a little bit more about club formation. ”

He just finished asking questions. The writers exchanged their eyes briefly and gave her the opportunity to answer the question, saying that the section in charge of the group should be the leader. The section did not reject.

“Well, first of all, we used to have friendships. Sometimes we would eat together or get help with work. before I became a club. And to be more precise, that's before you know about coincidence. ”

The section just described a group of faced writers. It was before I named the club.

“There was no grandeur. It was just like talking to each other or talking to friends or coworkers. But there was a strange presence in the paragraphs. as if it were an accident. ”

“It was a coincidence.”

Samsung said from behind. The section looks at him and remembers. A lot of people were interested in the appearance of coincidence. Publishers, readers, the public, and writers. The first thing I asked to do was meet him. He went to him himself. I've heard all about it, but until then,

I didn't think I wanted to eat with him. He was young, and his writing was just a debut. However, over time, he exhibited a stronger presence, and the people who talked to him described him as a very interesting figure. Interested

You're clear.

“So I invited him to a meeting. This is where the power comes in. Writers tend to want to see everything with their own eyes. ”

The section spoke after a while.

“You said you wanted to hear more details. This is another coincidence, but I'm going to say it exactly as it is. We were talking about school life by accident, and we decided to come up with a name for it, impulsively, as a club. 우리

I know that. How good the writers here are at writing. ”

The section smiles with confidence.

“In conclusion, we were very emotionally involved. There were drinks that day, and people were happy. I put myself into my own emotions and went straight into action. And we had book concerts like this one today. This is how I met you. Sometimes.

It's worth doing, isn't it? ”

A round of applause erupted. The section responded shyly. Since then, many questions have come up. People wanted to know about the writer's personal affairs, what happened when he wrote, and how to write well. Eight writers, with the exception of coincidence,

He answered me with a mixture of jokes and subterranean.

He simply sat back and watched their communication. And the section meets the eye.

“Students there. ”

He deliberately looked over his side and back, noticing that she was calling. It was a gesture that told me not to call myself.

“Students browsing. ”

However, the section did not retreat.

“· · · · · · Me? ”

“Yes, a student. ”

The audience was interested in a sudden topic. He slowly got up from his seat. Eight writers stared at me once. The lighting that was shining on them made my eyes more heavy on the stage.

“At the end of the question time, let me ask you a question. ”

People smiled lightly and relieved that they were not the main character of the question.

“The most common question was coincidence, right? I understand, because I'm curious. There's a lot of mystery left in our writers about coincidence. So I'm going to ask you the same thing. ”

She looks at the coincidence and asks.

“What do you think was the reason for this coincidence? ”

“Ah, Fragment. ”

It was a somewhat slow reaction. The section saw him hiding in the audience. The same was true of other writers. Except for his unknown audiences, all eight authors focused on his answers. It will be more accurate than any answer that comes out of this. His answer is the best.

I'll speak for the kite. Out of the light, a coincidence opens its mouth.

“I don't know.”

It was a voice that did not have a high voice.

“Have you ever really died? ”

I heard laughter like a background sound. But none of the writers on the stage laughed. I didn't say anything. While the laughter was frequent, the best opened his mouth.

“That's not possible. ”

He was half-assed, but no one pointed him out. I couldn't afford to point out.

“But didn't you feel that way? It looks like it was written by a dead person. ”

That's how I felt. The fragment comes very close. The death expressed in it was so pure and precise that I really felt like I was watching someone die. It was empathy and immersion, but the line was clearly drawn. He is not the one who is dying. So... nothing.

I'm standing. That's why the fear is coming. Like a little kid waiting for orders in the hospital, I want to cry and hang on to my mom. I'm afraid of the moment that is coming. The smell of disinfectant and a tightly closed examination room. The sound of crying from within urges anxiety.

The article pushed itself only there. The blade stops moving just before it touches the neck. A tightly closed door does not open and ends. It doesn't give you relief to let you overcome it or say it's nothing.

The writer knew both the way to the hospital and what was going on inside while he was waiting there. You wait here. Don't come. This is as far as I'll let you go. We cannot refuse his orders. His sentence had power.

There were only two cases where I could write such a story. You're either an experienced person who actually knows the situation, or you're an incredible liar who can deceive the world.

In any case, the person who has been wronged must think like this. He knows everything.

“So it's a coincidence that the writer came back from the dead. ”

The writer speaks calmly. Even at this moment, I couldn't tell if it was a lie or a fact. The answer from the shaded room resounded throughout the hall.

“Then, what do you think was the reason he came back alive? ”

Last question sent. Incidentally, I thought about it for a moment. He stands in a neutral position, not at the speed of light. Incidentally, you raise your head. I was making eye contact at the closest point to the light.

“Maybe it's because I'm writing. ”

What do you see there? It must be an invisible landscape this way. Someone kicks their tongue in the back and someone laughs quietly. The section sighs a little.

“Well, to be honest, I read a lot more interesting than coincidence. May I sit down? ”

“· · · · · · · Yes. ”

It's only fair, so perhaps he doesn't understand the shock and horror readers feel in their lifetime. He will not be able to experience the power of his writing. The overwhelming emotion of first reading and feeling a coincidence is only vaguely rational.

You know that.

Since then, the book concert has been easy and the section tries not to see the coincidence of sitting in the audience.

*

Toxic clothes rolled around the ground in a clean, tidy space under a bright light. The protagonist of the offense put on his pants and hard-working book concert tickets and posters on his desk.

Soon she sat down in front of the computer and tapped the keyboard. It was a bulletin board for a fan cafe.

Her most recent post was an anticipated article titled "The Book Concert Accidental Appearance." I was writing today to report the outcome of the prediction.

“Unfortunately, there were only eight seats on the stage. ”

I wrote the first sentence. It was the first look I felt when I went into the hall. Unfortunately, there were no accidental spots on the stage. She grits her teeth and writes. He was a true fan that he would understand some complaints and still understand the position of coincidence. Midway to a book concert

The sieve was fun and the complaint about it faded. Besides...

“The stories of coincidences told by writers were massive yields. I was good to go. Communicate consolation to the middlemen who did not get tickets. ”

If you ridicule me too much, I shared some information here. The appearance of coincidence, the nature, and the attitudes of other writers who evaluate his writings. Very serious. She recalls the thoughts of the writers she felt as skin in the hall. Those who gave a sexual answer to the audience's questions.

Those with clear directionality for their writing had already perceived coincidence as a writer.

When I heard the story of the writer Bonjoong, I shouted that he was secretly jealous because he seemed really close to coincidence. Now that I think about it, I was a little embarrassed.

“But it's also the last time. ”

She stops. She looked into her past writings. Coincidence will come to a book concert. After all, it is an expectation that ceases to be delusional. A confident claim that there must be coincidence as it is a book concert created with the name of the end and the beginning. He really does come there.

Maybe not. First, the writer flicks a joke like it's a joke. They might be watching us somewhere. Not only that.

The last nomination of the algebraic writer was taken. Of course, when I first started asking questions, I pointed at someone, but there was a reason why no one wanted to ask people their reactions. But the last one is different. I want you to deliberately disconnect someone before they raise their hand.

He pointed out that the person he pointed out was a boy of similar age as coincidence.

“Was this influenced by Professor Dong? I can't stop reasoning. ”

I started reading books from rumors that I got a motive from coincidence, so I kept imitating famous detectives because I had bought the entire series in an instant. And that was not a bad deduction. All results have a cause. That's what Professor Dong said.

It is the basis of reasoning.

“It's inevitable that the algebra writer filmed the student. ”

The answer of the male student was unusual. The expression of the writers who heard the answer was strange somewhere. Honestly, every subject he saw in the family was a coincidence.

She pauses and knocks at the keyboard. It contained the possibility of accidental entry into the audience.

She finished the post to the end even in her exhausted mind, and attached it to pictures of tickets and pictures of her hard work at book concerts. Everything contained exactly what it was. She sighs in sadness.

“I should have taken it with my eyes closed. ”

A photograph of the presumed male student by chance. During the lecture, the phrase "filming is prohibited" prevented. Moreover, there was no clear evidence that it was an accident, but it was uncomfortable taking pictures without permission. As a small-time sociopath, she had deep regrets and consolation that it was the right choice.

I went to bed at.

End of book concert (4)

lim Han-baek