Great Novelist

“Oh, really? Readers will love it when it's new. ”

There were many readers waiting for the best. He nods softly.

“And I was curious. ”

“What?”

I feel an ominous energy. It's too late to get out. You hear screams from a distance. Let's go for a ride.

“A love story of genius. ”

He turns his head and looks at himself. I dodged an eye for a while.

“I'm very, very interested in you. I'm very interested in your green love. ”

“Foolishness.”

The horse is long, and he asks.

“Have you ever loved anyone? ”

It was a pretty strange question. But it was also a question that I once thought I might hear from him.

“There is.”

“You got one?"

“I do. I'm a human being. I have fundamental emotions. because I was born into the world, and I realized my love for my parents, and I felt my friendship, and I learned my patriotism. ”

“I don't like that answer very much. ”

The best said with a crooked jaw. The eyes were still fierce.

“What I'm asking is interaction with someone other than family. Intuitive and stimulating love. A love in which a child is disregarded and ignored. Eros. Sexuality. ”

I clearly proposed the kind of love. It means that it will block the way to escape. If you still didn't understand, I raised my hand to tell you that I could tell you more. Love. It's a subject of literature. I saw a doll's skirt passing by for a moment.

“There was.”

I have. I've lived with them. I had deep interactions with him mentally and physically. The hot gaze of the romance novelist touched my cheeks. He rolled his eyes for a moment. I should have just said no. Even if he asks, there are not many words to answer.

“First love?”

“Hmm."

I'm not embarrassed or trying to hide anything about her. There was no story. I just can't remember. I almost forgot about him. Face, voice, feeling, likes, dislikes, all uncertain. Like a side effect of death and life.

No, I just naturally forgot. I broke up with her.

“What, you're not here now? ”

There was nothing to answer. Reality in an amusement park with over forty romance novelists tells it.

“We broke up a long time ago. ”

He snorts, saying it was a long time ago. You shrug your shoulders lightly.

“Don't you love her enough now? The way you talk so dry. ”

“We're separated. What do you want?”

“You shouldn't ignore the fact that you're young. You know love."

Past love remained only in a very abstract form. The sense that doing twice was a lot of love, the arrogance of wanting to be love, and the gratitude of the other person for letting me know love at the same time.

“High school student?”

I had never seen him in uniform. It was probably after I became an adult. I looked back at the first place I met. The Han River. By the sea. Was it a park? In front of the subway station? I don't know, I don't remember the clothes I was wearing or the shoes I was wearing. Wait, huh.

He stared at the ball and said.

“I don't remember much. ”

“You think that's going to set me free? ”

“It's true.”

“That's the problem. What should we do now? You're too old to drink. ”

“I see.”

I leaned on my back on the bench and kept pushing away the best of persistent questions.

“I can't say it without their permission. I will not comment.”

He takes a short breath and says:

“Fine. I won't ask you about your past love. Well, does anyone like it? New love.”

“You're treating me like I'm some kind of adolescent. ”

“Tell me.”

He didn't look at his son at all.

“Recently. You know, ”

“Who?”

“People who are obsessed with fire. Before that, I was Circle, Two, Three, Four, and before that, I was in love with a local dog. ”

When I went near the house, I remembered the barking dog. It was cute, my best face was very bad.

“Yeah, you're a writer, too. Did you take your textbook teacher's class? You love everything in the world? ”

He laughed a little. Then I turned the story around.

“And what about Mr. Choi? I'd also like to hear from a love novelist. ”

“Sell it at the bookstore. ”

“Oh, it's not like that. ”

“It's too late for you. Come back when you're old enough to have a drink. ”

“Since when is Writer Choi so self-respecting? ”

“From birth. ”

I answered without breathing. I smiled lightly. He also has jewelry on him. I never thought such a person could write such a delicate love story.

I thought about my fellow writers. I remembered the love they wrote. The West only writes in an atmosphere that he seems to write. The same was true. When I told him about the two of them, the best snorted.

“You're both far less capable of handling love than I am. ”

The love of two people was more focused on life. I was a little different from the best writing.

“If you're a writer like him, what do you say about love in writing, because it appears as a family friend? Extremely stable. More like yellow than pink. ”

“I see what you mean. You show more trusting and leaning on each other than shivering, right? ”

As a reader who had read the articles in the west, I could immediately understand what he was saying. Jealousy and affection reveals love by keeping each other close to each other until the end of the story.

“In the case of comrades, there is mostly bad love. ”

“A lot of couples end up together, right? I've seen him confess, and I've seen him drive a sad man off the edge of a cliff. ”

“He looks even more pitiful because of his style. ”

“A hard ending of love evokes compassion. ”

When I heard this, I could see the look on his face. He rolled his eyes and looked at him.

“Writer Choi's love is fun. There may not be a writer who shows us how people fall in love, how people fall in love, how love ruins their lives and saves them as fiercely as the best writer. ”

“Nothing. I'm the only one who can write. ”

The best was an endless drink of humble compliments. On that resolute answer strap, he points his finger at himself.

“And you?"

“Me?”

“Yes, I've never read a serendipitous romance. With experience in love, why don't you write it down? ”

“I used to write about family. In the sound of crying.”

“It's so twisted, it doesn't feel like love. ”

Excluded the best. He asked again why.

“There wasn't a reason. because I write what I think I want to write at the time. ”

His eyes narrowed.

“Well, you've got darker corners than you look. Is death more than love?”

I thought about it for a while and said.

“Can I write a piece with my love? ”

“What, at home? ”

“No, seriously. ”

“Does this mean you're going to write a presentation? ”

You nod. The best looks at you slowly.

“· · · · · · How long have you been looking for a topic? ”

“I'm so free. ”

“If I could write for a lot of time, I wouldn't bother writers. I'm gonna puke blood at your speed. How many manuscripts do you write a day? ”

“I don't really write it down. Well, on average, it's between 15 and 20 a day. ”

A sigh came out of his mouth. He looks like he heard a terrible sound.

“About 600 a month. It's like writing a chapter in three months. Besides, when you're done with one, you'll find the next one, right? I wouldn't believe it if someone else said that, but you showed me something. ”

“Why are you looking at me like that? There are writers who write a few chapters a day. I'm not that sincere, so it's nothing special compared to them. ”

Even his own words did not change his face.

“Where the hell do you find something like that to use? Where's the stamina to use it? Let me get this straight. ”

“I'm full even if I eat less. Even a short conversation with Mr. Choi can extract a piece of text. ”

In fact, I was just writing about it. Sometimes homework that has not been done in time can also be helpful. So was love. I think I was going to write about him. I'm sure it was. But I didn't keep postponing it. I didn't really want to write it. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I forgot it while I was away. Forgotten love. Perhaps you wanted to use it. Or maybe you couldn't use him without forgetting. Anyway, the important thing is that after a long time, we finally met. Put that person in a variety of stories for a moment.

I tried it. I needed more ingredients.

“Give me that.”

Best reached out his hand. He stared at his hand and asked.

“What?”

“Garbage. I'll throw it away. ”

“I'll go. ”

“That's it. I'm going to the bathroom. ”

I picked up the garbage that gathered well in one place, and best of all, I shoved one hand into my pocket and walked out into a space full of happiness and joy. That's what he looks like when he comes here alone. It was truly the highlighting of this space. So he burns it in his hand.

I didn't even know that vivid love was loved by people. Because he loves himself more than anyone else in the world, he can write stories of people who care about others fresher and more accurately than anyone else.

“Excuse me.”

Then I heard another language next to me. There was a couple turning their heads. What I just heard was Japanese. The two people seeking understanding said with one hand out the camera.

“Take a picture. ”

It was still Korean. I even took a picture with both hands. He got up from his seat.

“Yes, where do I press? ”

“Oh, you speak Japanese? Are you Japanese?”

“No, I just speak a little. ”

The man's hair was dyed bright brown. I saw black hair on the roots. There were different kinds of bracelets wrapped around the hand of the woman who pushed out the photo machine.

“Are you on your way? ”

“Yes.”

The two of them smiled and said that they usually travel a lot.

“We always stop by the country's amusement park when we travel. ”

and leave it as a picture. I could see that they had been together for a long time. The two of them stood on either side of the street, calling out the body of a doll that was walking along the street. He waves his hand in greetings and readily sits in front of the photo. She explained it to me.

I pressed and held the big button.

“Let me take one more shot. ”

I heard two answers. The shutter sounds over it. After taking all the photos, he waved his hand once more and left immediately. I handed the photo machine over to an upcoming couple. The two left, waving their hands together with the last greeting.

“You speak good Japanese. ”

I looked back and saw the best. He did not look surprised.

End of Best Playground (2)

lim Han-baek