Great Novelist

What happened to the first interview of his life? The reaction of hot netizens.

What a coincidence. I saw it with a smile.

Every time I say one word, I get beaten up. I'm not nervous at all.

I really like it. I am the author of that piece.

I have never seen an interviewer ask such questions in my life. Very funny. Almost conversation level.

In the middle, the facilitator went to the right place. Coincidence is always the main character.

It's funny to change the face of a critic. In the book of the Great Reading, God let the praise of his mouth dry by chance and became a virtue.

I pushed out my tie.

It was shinier than a coincidence.

It's good to talk about your book by chance. Any question will be answered immediately.

I really feel like I wrote it.

I was 19 years old, I wrote it when I was 19 years old.

She writes all the time. It's not a product that came out for nothing. Asia's first, youngest.

b. I felt genuine when talking about failed works. I can't believe how successful and scary it must be to be young.

I felt that I was overcoming in a good direction.

I can't really imagine the burden. But it's also a coincidence.

I really want to read the short version that I happen to be in school. He looked like a flat-footed critic the whole time watching the broadcast.

Work for the publisher, give me the coincidence. I'll live.

b. What was the effect of the cover? I wonder what kind of writing was born. I want to read it.

Meanwhile, the writer is not for sale.

I want to know the homeless person who asked me when I wrote this book. Who is it?

I was curious. I thought we were close. Family?

I am also homeless if I can read the manuscript first.

I feel like I'm leaving a lot when I hear this. It's not just writing that way. Genius even tries. How did the homeless man feel when he read the finished story?

I think I know that he was silent in his place.

The most luxurious homeless person in the world.

I drink a lot too. Come ask me.

Here's another week in a row.

Add a philosophy student here.

Add a company member here.

But could someone who had never been drunk write such a thing?

Is it a coincidence that I can do that?

I was surprised by the sobriety of the subject of love. Incidentally, 19 years old?

Yes, it just shows that the book itself should not treat coincidence by age.

I feel deep thoughts. Genius writer.

I heard that writers do a lot of self-reflection when they write books.

Jenna wants to know the singer that she likes by chance. I want to hear him hum.

I was a singer who liked it by chance. I don't know who.

Where are you performing? Somebody call it in.

When I saw her face, I could feel her young.

You never know with a twist.

You're rich at your age. I envy you.

I wonder how much I've made.

You must have received a lot of taxes. It's selling worldwide.

What are you waiting for? Coincidence has always surpassed our imagination.

When I saw the interview, I was more curious than not to solve the curiosity. Pretending to answer and not answering at all. I don't have any answers.

I hope Pyeongjin will join a really great reading group. What are you doing? Craftsmen. Catch them quick.

I really miss you.

I heard you only do one interview by chance.

Are you sure?

You shouldn't think about hiding your face on a conscience. Give me at least five. They're going to try and stop us.

I'm thankful for just showing my face.

b. Human greed is endless.

I don't speak English. Where do I do my interviews overseas? Who's going to translate?

I think the translation will be quick. When there is demand, there is supply.

You're on American TV?

I think I saw the article that nothing has been confirmed yet.

I'll call it a coincidence in other countries.

The agency's busy trying to die.

The more time it takes, the better you take care of it. You can't get dragged around and ruin it.

I'm really worried about that. It may seem humble, but it's not going to change.

Incidentally popular for a day or two? If I tried to be arrogant, I'd already be arrogant.

I liked everything, but it was really good to know Im Hanbaek writer. Writers like literary magazines, white book writers, and a lot of good people around accidentally.

He's the best writer ever. I'm a writer that my parents and I love.

I met the first white writer who was hired by my mother because she recommended me.

What kind of conversation do you have when you two are together? Get on the air with the two of you.

But they are both writers who have not been on the show. Oh, dear.

I've heard rumors that she has a bad temper.

Where?

Why are you listening to me?

All I heard was that he shook my hand.

I've been taking pictures and signing autographs to my staff since the end of the show.

You can find out the nature of coincidence just by visiting the school and interviewing your friends. They were all friends who weren't speaking to the end. There seems to be a loyalty.

· · · · · ·.

“Nice camera. ”

My mother was watching the broadcast with satisfied eyes. I don't know how many times I'm already looking around. He woke up late and was eating, finally saying.

“Stop looking. ”

“Why? It's good to see more. ”

My mother did not take her eyes off the screen.

“Good answer. ”

My mother has been seeing me since I was a baby, and I think it's very troubling for her to say it out loud. I put mackerel flesh in my mouth. Salty. His voice echoes in the living room, silent. I felt like pretending.

“I have to keep this forever. Can't you record? ”

“I don't know.”

He focused on chewing the food. My mother seemed to want to keep the video no matter what. Unlike the scene, subtitles and serious atmosphere were consistent on the broadcast. There were only three people on the screen.

“But who's the homeless guy? ”

At that moment, my head quickly turned around. I never told my son I had a homeless friend. He said frankly.

“It was just a metaphor. The fear of being homeless is common in capitalism. I asked that fear question. ”

She nodded slowly.

“Did you? People think you're homeless. ”

“The illusion is free. ”

“But don't make me think you're lying. You're losing credit.”

“Yes.”

He replied softly. Mother was always right. She focused on the broadcast soon. Having seen enough to memorize the Ambassador, it was great to be able to concentrate that much. I think I might have inherited one part of my obsession from my mother.

It was.

“Are you moving out now? ”

My mother suddenly opened her mouth. However, I was able to answer it immediately because it was an ongoing topic that had been ongoing recently.

“Yes, I'm almost done packing. ”

He saw his own room with the door open and the interior clearly visible. It's a big field. Newspapers and rope wrap around books and paper. The boxes were gathered on one side. I decided to be independent. My mother allowed me to be happy, just as she did in the past. The first thing I said about independence was,

It was time to discuss the settlement of the manuscript that had just begun to appear in the living room.

“Should I throw it away?”

She asked carefully.

“It's okay, though. ”

In spite of the nuance that he did not care, he had a conflict in his heart. I felt like throwing it away.

“We have no place to go since the house is so small. ”

She was pitiful. He looked at her and asked.

“Do you want to move? ”

“You don't have to go to school anymore. ”

My mother accepted more and more options. And we talked about our choices. Almost as he leaned toward moving, he said something about independence.

“What if I get a chance to be independent? ”

I wasn't too nervous when I said that. She was not angry at any opinion.

“That's fine. Do you want to trace it? ”

Give it a try. It was a strong response to the feeling of gaining experience. Speech that cares more about the process than the results always lightens the mind. Since then, things have been going fast. until the book was published, or until his face was officially revealed.

I went to see various houses in the station. I looked at it from the right line because I didn't want a large space.

“I see how expensive the house is these days. ”

That's what I realized when I looked at the house. It wasn't unusual for him to be homeless.

“Still, I'm glad we found a good place. ”

He shakes his hand and nods, putting food in the spoon. She asked whether she was curious about the feelings of her son, or whether he was influenced by the interviews she had been seeing for days.

“How are you feeling? ”

He chewed and swallowed a whole meal in his mouth and said.

“Not bad. ”

“I was excited when I was independent. ”

She said, reminiscing about her life. He thought about the past. She was independent and eventually repeated her failures, and as she got older, she longed for a relationship with her parents. We talked on the phone, and even that story was a lie. Hiding his shabby life.

I was busy.

“Come back when you're lonely. ”

My mother said the same thing at the time. However, the wretched child forgot his parents' words.

“I'll always make room for you. Don't worry. Live. ”

He put a spoonful of rice back in his mouth. I'm full.

“Yes. I'll go if it's hard. ”

This time it will be. He made a commitment.

“It's hard.”

He received a phone call from South Korea and said so.

“But why don't we just go out one more time? ”

“I'm tired.”

Nam-Kyung asked himself, "Why don't you go to another broadcast as well?" He refused decisively. The interview was difficult, especially with the camera in front of it. Nam-Kyung recommended a few more times and then gave up. Because there was another schedule anyway.

“Are you coming to the publisher later? ”

“Yes.”

I decided to go to the publisher to determine interviews coming from overseas. Butterflies too.

“Be careful. It's different now. ”

“I know. ”

“Be sure to wear a hat. ”

“Yes.”

Nam-Kyung checked his appointment time and hung up. He hung up the phone and cleared out his stuff. I could have called the business, but I didn't want the plaintiff to be touched In particular, these vile plaintiffs were ashamed to be seen by others. Spend some time and energy on your own.

I chose to live long. Paper is heavy. Books are heavy. I felt them wrapped around my hands.

“Let's go. ”

I pushed the luggage on one side. You place your hat over your head and take the mask outside. Headed to the bus stop. The wind is pretty strong today. You grab the hat with one hand so it doesn't fly away.

There were many people waiting for the bus at the bus stop. He waited for the bus to come. It's a familiar process. After five minutes of waiting, you can see the bus coming from a distance. I stepped forward a little. People were lining up behind him, in front of him, riding in the same bus.

I could feel it. The car stopped a little earlier than it expected. The car door is open. I got on the bus from the guy in front. Your turn has come. One foot on the bus, and someone said,

“Red hat? ”

End of Author's House (1)

lim Han-baek