Great Novelist

“I want to see you, Baron. ”

“Tell him to come play. ”

“You're very busy. ”

You hear them clapping their hands as they talk about the jewels and Baron.

“Why don't you make your debut? It's going to be very popular. ”

He said, looking at himself as if the public works were a joke. I empathize strongly with him. He smiled quietly. Jewels stare at themselves like that.

“Coincidence makes me want to buy a book. You can be quite a coincidence. ”

“Rather than that, why don't you think about getting people together with your writing? ”

The twins shake their heads, saying it's hard. All the members gathered and pressed the bell. He opened his laptop. I didn't have anything to write about. Nowadays, I write as I please. The club flowed as usual today. We talked about books.

I helped out, exchanged meaningless jokes.

“Goodbye. ”

At the end of the club time, the third grade back to the classroom is divided into followers. He returns home with his subordinates. Today, I sent my subordinates first because I have a place to go. It was a small library in school. When I opened the door, no one was there. The library is still open today.

I was free. I said there were fewer than last year. I go inside and go where my writing is. It had the name of the book and a brief book introduction. There were a lot of books. This time, all the third-graders participated, and the new successors wrote. Everything.

That's a good story. There are fingernails in it. It was his writings. I listened a little. But not for long. I quickly let go and looked at the other children's books.

“Good.”

The writings of the third graders were amazing. It is a different dimension from the story I wrote when I first entered the book. Grown, mature and proficient As I proved it, other children read it and saw traces. I was their reader.

“You read it well. ”

You hear a familiar voice behind you. I thought she wasn't in the library since she was in third grade, but she was still holding a book in her hand. He was a reader who wanted to keep writing to himself. She looks at her nails. It's a pity.

“I'm done reading your book. It's the only reason I'm sorry I ever graduated. ”

“That's a compliment.”

It's the only thing. I liked the way the reader said it.

“Will I ever be able to read your writing again? ”

He was able to answer the question clearly.

“He'll be here. ”

He'll be here soon. She looks at herself strangely convinced.

“A day like that will come when you're alive. ”

“That's a big speech. ”

She seems to be imagining something. The horse was left with a small gap.

“For example, when no university in the world accepts me. ”

He shrugs. The book is always there. If you decide to meet, you can go and meet at any time. She returns to her seat. That was the end. He's out of the library. I climbed down the stairs and exited the gate. I stood still and looked up at the school. Silver Iron

The doors made of ash were half closed. I was guarding it as if there were only one person who could enter here. The guard is nowhere to be seen. Maybe it's because I'm about to graduate. The fact that I don't have long days to go here is bitter. Just a little bit more school after that.

I looked and left.

“Where should we go play? ”

I turned my face away from the window and told my mother sitting in the living room. It's a nice day. I see a blue sky. Everyone was busy heading somewhere, knowing that. His face was full of joy.

“Fine. Do you want to go to the Han River? ”

After talking about the picnic for a while, I looked at the screen. Celebrities were appearing on a meaningless TV. It's been a long time since I've seen a Silencer. He has been showing his face in various media lately for the promotion of his drama. It's a busy activity.

“You played well. ”

His mother looked at him and said, He agreed with him. He's good at acting. Most viewers who saw his work will think so. He played various roles and delighted the viewers. Suddenly, the story had been completely changed into a story about a silent actor.

“Have you been in touch lately? ”

“Not really.”

I sometimes spoke to, but not with, a screening director or revision writer. I knew the number, but I wasn't close at all. Maybe they're fans of each other. Recently, I didn't have time to see his drama, so I had no reason to call. I'm glad to see you beyond the screen.

“Phone call. ”

It was already ringing with vibrations coming from the room. The phone on the desk vibrates. I checked with one mind, but it was a phone call from Nam-Kyung. Blue skies. People going to play. Peaceful present. Noisy vibrations interfering with it. I feel a little uncomfortable.

It was.

“Hello."

I couldn't hear a voice. He once again said.

“Hello, Editor? ”

“Picture's up. ”

“Yes?”

I don't know what it means to have a picture up. The first thing that came to mind was the face of the coin. He said in a low voice.

“It's a coincidence. ”

“What's that supposed to mean? ”

“Go online. ”

“· · · · · · · The Internet? ”

The world's largest computer network connecting the world together. He tries to immerse himself in a place called the Sea of Information. I was reluctant.

“Why?”

He asked why foolishly.

“It's a coincidence. ”

Nam-Kyung repeated the same words. He was able to access the Internet very easily and quickly through a computer he had already turned on. The first thing that appeared was a rapidly rising query. Coincidence. The identity of coincidence. Incidental faces. Photos. Let's click on it.

They were other Internet articles that copied it and shipped it. Here's the title of the article at the top. Disclosure of accidental photos having dinner with your editor. Photo of paparazzi. Brace your fingers. I went in to read the article. I got a picture the size of the front door.

“This.”

“You see.”

Nam-Kyung asked, saying he was watching. I was going to say.

“This isn't me. ”

I heard a deep sigh in my ears. There was definitely a penis in the photo, like the title of the article. But eating with him is not who you are. I noticed a picture of me drinking a drink in front of an empty dish.

“My nephew. ”

Nam-Kyung told me who he was instead of who he was in the picture.

“You and I are allies. This was taken before I met you. ”

Nam-Kyung recalled the cancelled travel dates. That day I met my nephew instead of a cancelled business trip. It was a week after I met him and talked to him. In the Botanical Gardens we always meet.

“Does this mean that the paparazzi shot the wrong person by accident? ”

“Yes."

Nam-Kyung knew the company that first released it. Among the articles they wrote, Nam-Kyung said that the moon was actually a satellite and swallowed it up. He was lost in a lot of things that had to be taken on in a sudden situation and opened his mouth late.

“Is your nephew okay? ”

Nam-Kyung made a sound of the wind.

“He's excited. We're flying between the fact that we can't go to school until things cool down and the feeling of being a superstar. It explodes when I see it. ”

The picture taken by paparazzi was quite vibrant. It was obvious that he liked it, and Nam-Kyung expressed his frustration.

“That's a relief. ”

He asked the following question:

“How do you plan to calm the case down? ”

“Anything else? I'm gonna find out he's my nephew. I've been wondering which information will be released first up there, but I'm sure there will be a knight inside today anyway. ”

The publisher held the confirmation that he was revealing his face. You can think in multiple directions. Use the incident. The temple has been damaged. Growing the event as much as possible will promote it. There is likely to be a sound of criticism for poor response. Incidentally, as things escalate,

The writer doesn't know what he or she will do, etc. For a variety of reasons, I would have chosen the line on the same day. That's not a bad judgment.

“It's an emergency. The budget is tight, so the events and coincidences are crowded. And there was a press conference. ”

“It's worth it. ”

“Anyway, don't come near the publisher. I have to go.”

I quickly looked at the disconnected phone for a moment. I felt a cluttered atmosphere behind the phone. How many times have I heard that before? Don't come in front of the publisher. Paparachs and journalists are always coming and going. I have a lot of eyes. Dangerous. Incidental popularity is unimaginable.

Only you don't know. I saw a picture taken by someone else and woke up.

“We decided to go public anyway. ”

I changed my clothes, and when I left the room, my mother, who was listening in the living room, asked me.

“What's the big deal?"

“No, I think it's going to work. ”

He briefly explained the situation to her and said.

“I'll be right back. ”

“Where?”

“The publisher.”

“Why?”

He smiled and said.

“I wanted to see it with my own eyes. ”

I left the house like that. It's been a long time. The bus is bumpy. There are a lot of people. The bus went straight ahead without blockage. I passed the station where the restaurant had been visited one day. Pictures they believed were coincidences spread over time. Get off the bus.

Lee stepped on the ground in a crowd of people.

“There are a lot of people. ”

Someone who got off with him said, There were a lot of people, just like he said. As I went inside, there were various booths. People from various publishers were selling, promoting and guiding books. The coloured covers are a godmother to create a beautiful landscape. Seogwang-jeong

I would have jumped in there with no God on. Unfortunately, he was currently in the third grade of high school.

People were looking at books. We're talking about the book with the people who came with us. It was busy because of the crowd, but I didn't feel that it was dangerous. It was because I had been here for a long time or because of an event. Which way should I go to see if the building comes out?

Grind.

It took me a little time to get around the people, and I was able to make my way to the Netherwood publisher. The fact that he was going right was explained by the changing landscape. I got away from the people who were looking at books and buying them The vibrant, friendly atmosphere disappeared. I want something.

The air flows away, leaving only all desire behind.

“What's that? ”

When people saw the ugliness, they asked. The coverage team set up a big, black camera to guard it. Some of the lenses illuminated the people gathering. A round lens. It was aiming at itself.

I want to know about coincidences (6) End

lim Han-baek