Great Novelist

“You?”

“Yes, thanks to you, I was able to deduce, dance and be busy. ”

“I don't know what it is, but it's interesting. ”

Coincidental privacy. I couldn't help but be intrigued. Jung Eun wanted him to tell more detail, but he didn't reveal his personal history anymore. I touched my nails like a habit. The geometric patterns and stones were touched. The parts that climbed on my nails glistened with light.

Beautiful design. Fancy nails. Your designs come from the tip of these gorgeous nails. Jung Eun opened the notebook and asked.

“And that chaos was the writer's intent? ”

Was the writer's intention to feel lost? Incidentally, he took a few moments to answer.

“Well, I prefer inaccuracy. ”

“Incorrect? What's the difference? ”

“There's a difference between being able to focus and read. ”

Can concentrate. When I read what he said, I was able to concentrate. I read the alcoholic beverage. My experience of reading the manuscript in a heartbeat proves that. Can you concentrate when you're confused?

“It's not a complicated plot. ”

It's not complicated. It's not twisted or tangled. It's just not clear. There is no precise boundary. There is no name. Jung Eun felt like she could understand why she was having difficulty making the cover. Coincidence said.

“It's like a lock. It's only when you open the story that you see the content. ”

“What's inside? ”

“If you can't see it with your own eyes, you don't know what's inside. If someone whispers next to you and you don't believe it, it's just an empty box. Conversely, if you believe that there is a God in there, it will be a box that you dare not touch. ”

“I don't know exactly what you're talking about. ”

“Still confused, right?

“Yes.”

Jung Eun thought to herself. Is this really a conversation with teenagers? I had an image of coincidence in my head. He was in a suit. I'm wearing glasses. I felt an intellectual atmosphere in the eyes that lowered beyond. When he smiles, the dimples fire and his eyes close. Slightly popped

The strangulation indicates that it is still a young age. Jung Eun took a rough look next to the notebook that was looking for keywords. I circled gently. A circle that will soon be a coincidence.

“This is going to take a long time. Shall we meet and talk? ”

My hands stopped.

“Really?"

“Yes, I'm actually near the designer's office. Oh, by the way, I didn't bring my wallet, but could you get me some money? There's a bank nearby. ”

You blink at the money. Coincidence? My head was filled with question marks. The suit, glasses, intellectual atmosphere all flew away.

“Sir?"

“Yes.”

Accidentally, he replies: coincidence. He's a coincidence. Because he came here as a guide, and Nam-Kyung is the editor of coincidence. He clearly received the manuscript. It was a coincidence.

“Hey.”

You didn't bring your wallet. So what have you come up with? It's a lie. I have a painful memory in my head. This is a childish memory when 50,000 won was taken from the street by a con man who put his wallet in a taxi. Even with such obvious lies,

Fooled. My suspicions are clear.

“Hey.”

The silly voice repeats the same word. Realistic possibilities pierced the question mark. He's no coincidence. may not be. What if the man who guided him was a bad man? He's talking to a con man. The plaintiff may be a fake. Writing well in Nam-Kyung's profession

There should be a couple of acquaintances. I remembered the end of the sublimation. That part didn't seem to be coincidental. It was weird in the first place. Spy movies.

“Excuse me.”

I didn't call him coincidence anymore. I turned my eyes to look at the penis. Nam-Kyung was standing next to a bank tree by the booth with his arms crossed. I don't know the contents of the phone at all

Thank you. The voice of coincidence rings in my ears. It was the same tone I heard in the interview. But was it really the same? What was the voice you heard? I suddenly didn't recall the interview I had played thirty more times. I can't remember the voice of coincidence well. Oh, no.

Nothing.

“You're the writer, right? ”

Stupid question. A confused voice rides back to itself in a booth.

“Actually.”

I was frustrated in the booth. The car was fast. What's the truth?

“I lied.”

The truth is a lie. He was no accident. When I think of it that way, I wonder again. So everything you've been talking about has been a lie? Everything you admired was a lie?

“I saw a spy movie and offered to talk to you. ”

Tae-yeon's voice adds a word. · · · · · Yes?

“· · · · · · There. Are you the writer?”

“Yes.”

Short answer.

“Haven't you seen the spy movies? ”

“Yes.”

“What about the money?”

“My wallet is in my pocket. ”

“· · · · · · · No, what is this now. ”

I accidentally told her I was angry.

“Here's a quote. Sublimation.”

It reads like this. The moment it entered my ears, all that was left of my heart was deep joy. She turned her eyes again and looked at the penis. I met him in the eye. Nam-Kyung waved his hands with a slight smile. I've been working with him a lot. In the meantime, you've been looking for a cover of coincidence.

I have drawn, I have read his writings, and I have worked on books. All of them scattered like smoke. The trust that I had built up while working with him was hidden for a moment.

I don't believe in coincidence. because he's conscious now. There's no evidence that he's a coincidence. The sublimation. You hear voices from across the street.

“Then I'll ask. ”

The voice said.

“Are you really a designer? ”

We are others. We are just others in a box.

“Yes, the designer process is ”

However, there was no absolute reason to understand it. I just wanted him to believe.

“It's about self. ”

She finally knows. Sublimation is about self. I'm out of breath. I finally got it. I drew a picture roughly with the keyword that comes to mind. A box. A box scorched by fire that is neither front nor back. Every time I move the pen, my nails glow with light. Fancy nails definitely belong to you

It was.

“Still confused? ”

“Really. That's an effective explanation. ”

Jung Eun accidentally said when she heard the sound of the wind falling.

“I'm going to make a formal dinner. I'll see your face. ”

“· · · · · · Can I show you my face? ”

“Yes. She's on my cover, and I wanted to say thank you. I know a great restaurant. When would you like it?”

I thought about it for a moment and replied to his question of time.

“Let's meet when the cover is complete. I have so many things I want to cover right now. ”

I came up with several good ideas. I got the center. I definitely got the shape. I felt like I had an answer, not a hint. Jung Eun felt better.

“Do you have a cover image? ”

If he had the image he wanted, it wouldn't be a bad idea to reflect on his big opinions.

“I don't know.”

Coincidence attracts the horse. Jung Eun gave him enough time to think about what words would come out.

“Crow.”

It was sudden and if it was a coincidence, it was coincidence. Birds were like his symbol. Then why crows?

“Why?”

Coincidence said lightly.

“It's about the self."

Jung Eun didn't ask me anymore. I just listed the characteristics of the crow in my head. Black Feathers, Ominous, Wings, Rise. Jung Eun was expecting a good cover.

“Thank you for your cooperation today. ”

“No, thank you very much. ”

Jung Eun knew it was time to hang up the phone. When will I hear his voice again if I hang up? I wonder if I'll ever see his face again. Maybe that's a lie, too. Then this is the last time.

“Haha.”

But I didn't regret it. It was because of strange beliefs. It is a belief that coincidence will continue to write and that one day we will be able to hear his voice again.

“I hope you'll write well in the future. ”

“Yes.”

You feel a calm tone. You hold your voicemail until you say good-bye.

“Oh, you have beautiful nails. I've always wanted to do that. ”

“Huh?"

“Farewell. ”

“No, wait, Writer! ”

The phone is disconnected. Jung Eun glanced down at the handset and left the booth, rushing around. There were a lot of people passing by. You don't know the face of coincidence. In other words, even if he wanders around, he cannot be found. But I couldn't stop looking.

Then someone came out of the convenience store across the street. He walks down the road in a handy dress with a black bag. That's him. That's when the convenience store next door came out. I was wearing a hat. I don't know, but I finally took my eyes off it and rushed towards the South.

“I complimented my nails! ”

“Yes? Uh, you must be happy. ”

“No, that's not it! ”

After a long time, Nam-Kyung had to face her without even knowing it.

*

“Wow, that's a good book. ”

Agreeing with the admired editors' opinions, Nam-Kyung picked up the book. It took a lot of work to make this cover. Nam-Kyung took a closer look at his appearance.

Black. The sign of the material reflecting the light was full of black. There was a white letter of sublimation embedded in it like smoke. This black color comes as part of something enormous. I feel like I'm looking at a part of something. It was like a burnt house or like burnt ash. Yi

The black identity is visible from the entire cover. I opened the book and opened the folded section. There were eyes. Black Crow's Eye.

“This is the best. ”

The cover meeting ended fairly quickly. It's because this black cover showed so much presence. The publisher intentionally disseminated the fact that it was involved in the production of the cover. People's expectations increased and voices of concern rose at the same time. leapfrog

Could it be? Could it be that coincidence has hit its limit? Shouldn't we get some more rest? I wonder if something will happen to disappoint me.

He doesn't worry about that. I read and understood this article. Coincidence is water. Water that doesn't dry up.

I turned the book upside down and wrote reviews. Among them was Yoon Sang-chul's text. She saw the article and explained that it raises suspicion. Suspicion of existence.

“I can't imagine a sales applicant this time. I went in two chains every day before I left. Another 50,000 copies. ”

“There were too few preliminary arrogance. Coincidence isn't just a hotshot writer. ”

Given the average between 2,000 and 5,000, the number of arrogance is large. It was a hard number to attain unless it was a top writer in the country or a famous writer abroad. But the opponent is a coincidence. The sound of crying reached over 2 million copies in the first year and a half. Including the international sales collateral,

Oh, there's a huge number. The first edition of God's language set the record for the first edition of Korean novels published in the United States. The record before that was 300,000 coincidence cries, and the record before that was 200,000 coincidence bird traces. Coincidental books are still shackled.

I'm on it.

“I can't help it. If you invest a lot in the first edition, you'll run out of money to spend elsewhere. ”

“That's frustrating. Coincidence doesn't pay for publicity, does it? ”

“Next time, I want to do 100,000 copies. ”

A blind editor calmed him down. He took a deep breath and wiped the cover with his fingertips once.

Fancy Nail (2) End

lim Han-baek