Great Novelist

“How's it going? ”

Spring asked me between the noisy noises that filled the classroom. She turns and looks at herself. He looked at the manuscript on his desk.

“I don't know.”

“And you're going to write another piece that will surprise the readers, right? ”

“I hope so. ”

Spring rolled its eyes for a moment and said.

“Someone cried over my writing. ”

He raised his head. Inside was a little shyness and pride. I could sympathize with that feeling. Someone writes for it. The tears in his work bring such intense emotion.

“Fantastic.”

So he said with all his heart. She is magnificent. Spring's neck turns red.

“No, no. Hey, what if you say something like that? It was my mother. My mom cried over my writing. Because you're a mother. She's a mother.”

I bowed my head, shaking my hands, and strongly denied it. But she knows that the target is not important.

“Was it good?”

“Huh?"

“Impressive, isn't it?"

Spring rolled its eyes and laughed again. There was still a smile on her face.

“You did, too? ”

In her question, Lord recalled a time when he felt joy. It's a pretty old memory.

“I was terribly excited. ”

Until someone turned away from their writing. She was an emotion that had not yet been experienced. If she keeps writing, she'll experience it someday.

“I'm trying to write. ”

He saw spring. She wants to be a writer. The moment he felt the power of his writing, he was fascinated by it. I have a dream. I have a goal. Spring said after a little excitement.

“I don't want to be like you. ”

Because I know you can't. Her voice is small but clear in a rowdy classroom.

“Well, I'm going to use a lot. And I want to learn more. ”

She made a choice.

“Yes."

He just replied. Whether she dreams of the future or fails, she cheers herself on. Spring turned away with the words, "Do your best to make the short answer satisfactory." Your hair shakes slightly beyond the wings. She will go as she wishes.

In a loud classroom, he looked down at the manuscript. Another was proof that he had returned. It was proof that his past was not a lie. The boy's body was horribly excited. A middle-aged man who drank like crazy.

I've heard that it's like wet sand. A heavy sand pulled from the water. It doesn't soak in water. He turns his head to the roar of the crow. The crow is sticking its neck out of the window. A bird that always shows up out of the blue and observes itself. He had never seen that bird fly.

It reminded me of the reader who told me about it. In a place full of books, the reader said, If you use it again, it's a paper cut. The children were still noisy. You pick up the pen, and nothing gets in your way.

“Let's play!”

“Let's eat!”

“Let's have fun!”

You hear a sound from the crowd. The festival started to play, eat and enjoy. Unlike usual, the school was beautifully dressed, with a wide variety of people coming and going through the gates and looking lively. However, people who are exploited by labor always occur within them. Seonghwa and Seonhua were busy making demon jam toast or something. This time, he had to travel all the way to promote because he was preparing for the full festival of the peninsula of Australia. The picket had a letter on it that said, "I want a healthy cocktail." If you look closely, you see traces of paper being cut and pasted. In fact, I pour a beautiful, colorful beverage called a cocktail.

He took Pickett around the first grade classroom. They were excited about the festival of their first high school experience.

“Hey!”

You turn your head to the voice coming from behind you. She was a gem. She was bloody.

“Wow, you've worked hard. ”

“Amazing, isn't it? Middle school uniform. ”

A red liquid, whether paint or cosmetics, was smeared on the uniform. The same was true of her face.

“It's our semi-dance hall. ”

“Then why are you dressed like that? ”

“The title dances with the monsters. ”

“Aha.”

This is an unusual place. The band across the bloodstained uniform contains promotional text. She was also in charge of public relations.

“You should come, too! Dance with me!”

“No more dancing. ”

“Why?”

I felt the back of my feet closing in.

“If you're thirsty and you're promoting, come to my class. ”

“Cocktails or booze? ”

“No way. It's beverage. A slightly glamorous drink. ”

“I'm going!”

The jewel smiles widely, but its red makeup on its lips is just grotesque. He left her a note before he broke up with her.

“It was interesting writing. ”

“· · · · · · Not yet but thank you! ”

The eyes were shiny, but also peculiar. He went down to the first floor. There were those who looked at themselves walking with a large picket on their shoulders. It was nothing special except saying there was a cocktail. I thought I'd dress up like a jewel, but I decided to quit.

As I walked through the hallway on the first floor toward the entrance, there was a male student who looked like a monkey screaming with a social expression.

“Take the newspaper! ”

I like your voice, too.I came to get the newspaper, and he looked like a monkey and acted like I knew him.

“Writer!"

It was a very stabbing title.

“Just say your name. What a writer.”

“I got an interview from my department, but I can't do that. ”

The monkey's gaze turned to Pickett. He publicized it in the newspaper.

“Come for a drink if you're thirsty. ”

“Give me your name for free? ”

“What do you think my name is, free drinks? ”

“Then I won't. ”

It was a very firm objection in front of me to promote it. It was not a business with a serious appetite for profit, so Australia did not care. I took a breath and opened the newspaper with Pickett, where I saw the news about the school this year, the pictures that led to the inside of the school, and the scenery that I found in the school through collaboration with the photo department. There were also photos of the night vision or lantern blossoms, the classroom, or the classroom looking down at night autonomy. The name of the photographer was written on the side of the photo. Among them were the same letters as the name next to the frog.

“This is different than last year. Don't you have an interview?”

When asked by the Lord, the monkey stopped his hand and looked back. Somehow, it was a fierce look in my eyes.

“Because some writer doesn't write. ”

“Am I the only one interviewing at school? ”

“You're the only one who can do an interview like you. ”

He insisted and answered. He blinks without saying anything, and he says:

“I had complete faith. You're gonna publish the best paper of the year. ”

“Hmm."

“But as soon as I came to see you, I went on like this. I have nothing to show you. ”

He never said anything like that. That's how newspapers tell stories.

“That's how I lost the three-election series I was planning. ”

I planned it myself and took in the kimchi soup myself, so there's nothing to say even if it disappears. He thought it would be even more annoying if I told him. The monkey spoke in unison.

“If you're a writer, don't you have to keep writing? I don't know because I'm not a writer. But it's a minor undertaking. Why are you guys so free? You have to make this mandatory. That's how I won your interview three years in a row. Isn't that right?”

“I'm going. ”

There will be no end to listening to the monkey. He quickly left, putting the newspaper on his side and lifting the picket. I heard a voice calling from behind me, but I finally turned away.

He went out to the playground. There were a lot of people in the playground. I can see the children of the science department selling cotton candy. The line seemed to be quite good for business. He grabs his picket by his side. Come for a cocktail. They raised their voices following the example of the monkey, but people looked at each other for a while and then began to look at each other's business again.

At that moment, I saw a familiar face among the people standing in line. Different colors than the surroundings. The kidney also protruded from one more head. He called out his name.

“Baron. ”

He turns his head. And he naturally raised his hand to say hello. Just as he ordered the cotton candy. He leaves the rope with a white cotton candy.

“Great, third graders don't celebrate. ”

“The third graders would love to see you. For the festival.”

It is common to envy different positions. He lowers the cotton candy in his hand and puts it in his mouth. It's sweet and soft. It's been a long time since I felt it dissolve in my mouth.

“Are you here to play? ”

“Then you've come to study. ”

“I see you're doing well. ”

“I'll put it on occasion. I'm not in a hurry to take care of myself. ”

“Wow, you look great. ”

“There are many mountains to climb in the art activity report due to the interview at the lowest level of proficiency. ”

“Cheer up."

He truly cheered for him. He smiles bloody. There seemed to be no emotion on that face. He said with a picket.

“If you're thirsty, stop by. ”

“I don't need it. ”

A dagger. You don't seem very good at promoting yourself. I put Pickett on my shoulder.

“I love this cover, too. ”

Baron said he would voluntarily design the cover while he was busy preparing. I didn't stop Moon.

Covers matter, and few people buy books by looking at them. It was a type of consumption that was widely found among students who were not particularly interested in literature. Baron's cover is a design that will captivate the minds of such readers. It is beautiful and gives a vague impression of the contents of the book. It makes you think it's going to be fun, secretly. Amateur writing was a more necessary feature.

“It seems to be quite popular this year. ”

“Spring was good. He's improved a lot these days. ”

“Did you feel that, too? ”

“Yeah, it's a lot different from last year's design. ”

Baron chews a little white cotton candy.

“Too bad I don't have your writing this year. It's the last time I can design your book. ”

Surprisingly, he took his eyes off the cotton candy. But he was looking at the cotton candy.

“You're passionate, aren't you? I didn't know.”

“Your writing is out loud. ”

The cotton candy in his hand showed more presence.

“There will be no chance, by chance, of designing your writing in the future. ”

He was a fan of coincidence. It must have been fun designing a book by accident. He graduated this year and the year he graduated he did not write as Lord. Focusing on finding the culprit, I didn't think that far ahead. I looked at him quietly and spit out the vague feeling.

“You don't know people. ”

“I see.”

“He's going to paint in the future, and I'm going to write in the future, so maybe one day the opportunity will come again. ”

He graduated, but that's not the end of it.

“Well, the first time we met was after we graduated. ”

He looked at the school.

“It's just me again. ”

The words subsided slowly. He had a friend who failed to graduate from middle school. He has been trying so far not to be afraid of splashing. Don't let yourself be afraid.

“Are you still scared? ”

“Yes.”

Baron replied coolly. He thought for a moment and said.

“Then I'll make a bet. ”

“What bet? ”

“Whether you'll be alone or not. ”

You can see Baron's white teeth.

“Where are you betting? ”

“No. ”

“That's not going to work. ”

He puts cotton candy in his mouth.

“I'll bet on that, too. ”

“Too bad.”

“I won't be fooled twice. ”

“I was going to ask you to buy Castera. ”

You see a tree behind his back. It was a tree that stood still and did not move alone. The sparrow sits on top of the branch. The sparrow was having fun looking down at the people standing in a long line.

We all graduate (1) End

lim Han-baek