Great Novelist

I saw the face of coincidence. It was not much different from the face I saw at that time. A stereoscopic coincidence flashed into my eyes. Coincidence was still young.

“Thank you for speaking with me, actually. I've never been to a concert before. ”

“I've been there a lot. ”

For him, the space was a familiar place. The coincidence I met at that time seemed unfamiliar with the concert. If I'd known he was a coincidence, I wouldn't have been so hesitant to speak. I'd be frozen solid as I am now.

“That's awkward.”

Coincidentally, I thought I saw myself for a moment. He was browsing the shop. The question popped into my white head.

“You've never been here? ”

Coincidentally, he replied with a bold answer.

“Yes, I asked the editor. How do I get you to the best place? They recommend it here-it's definitely delicious. ”

“Yes.”

His conscience melts. I was moved, but I'm sorry for the coincidence, but I couldn't afford to taste the food until now. There is a coincidence in front of my eyes. What is the importance of flavor?

“Thank you."

A hard thank you appeared in my mouth. Incidentally, he shook his hand. My eyes fell on my long fingers. That hand is a writing hand.

“I really appreciate it. And I'm sorry I hid it back then. ”

“No, no. ”

At that time, it was natural to hide your face. He had nothing to be sorry about. What a coincidence. I looked up at the coincidence a little more closely. Coincidentally, he was moving his hands for a meal. I carved my downward eyes, lips and dark eyebrows into my eyes. I noticed a clean posture. Someone who smells like paper and ink. I grabbed my hands. Strong desires have been instilled. I want to press the shutter. Now, accidental photos are all over the internet, but I still wanted to take them. Coincidence is special. It looks like an emergency food. The more I hold on to it, the better I feel.

“Did you know I was talking about you at the interview? ”

Coincidentally, the closed mouth opens and the eyes look down at you.

“Yes, I put it in a fan cafe back then. I was remembering.”

At the end of the book concert, I remember clearly that the male student was nominated by the algebra writer. And I thought it was very suspicious. I was a little hesitant and said my feelings at the time, but I was amazed by the coincidence.

“That's a great deduction. ”

The facial muscles moved automatically. Everything on his face was pointed up. It felt the same - this was how it felt when someone posted more than 3 posts in a fan cafe every day met the main character of that fan cafe. I can't act as usual. What about coincidences? He'll be the first to eat with his readers. He was always covering his face. I glanced at him and lowered him back down. It's a bit like asking this with your own mouth.

“Do you have any questions? ”

“Yes?”

“You can ask. ”

It overlapped the attitude of coincidence I read in the interview. He is in front of the eyes of a famous Meghazine interviewer overseas who has continued to answer questions. The question near my neck went out of my mouth without my knowledge.

“How's it going with the reader? ”

How about you meet me? A soft smile hangs over his mouth.

“It's complicated.”

The words that popped out of his mouth were not the sweetest kind.

“Why?”

“It's my first time. I'm excited. I'm nervous. ”

“Tension? I don't see that at all. ”

“Well, good for you. ”

He's nervous, too. I feel at ease for a moment.

“Can I see your hands? ”

As soon as I was relieved, I heard the words that I kept suppressing.

“Hands?”

“I'm curious about your writing hands. ”

“It's just normal. ”

He releases his knife and extends his hand. She reaches out for her hands that are still in the air, but does not grasp them. You stay near him and sweep with your eyes only. There was a long, protruding speech. A shabby hand. This hand gave birth to many masterpieces. I lead the coincidence to normal. That made me look greater than any other hand in the world. Love has sprouted. You like this writer. I like the writing this author produces.

“Would you like to take a picture of your hand? ”

Coincidence brought out the horse first. Then the waiter passed by the table. A pair of black pants on a white top. It was a uniform that could be seen as a waiter. The waiter slipped past by coincidence. When I met the waiter's eyes, I felt strong joy and joy. I'm eating with coincidence. They take pictures, they talk.

“I'm curious about the bird. ”

“Birds.”

“Yes. What do birds mean in writing? ”

If it were a coincidence, Sarah couldn't help but exist. Appeared as a significant presence in the work. Accidentally, the interview did not give an accurate interpretation of the bird. I look at the coincidence. I'm thinking about it. His eyes narrowed slightly.

“That's a secret. ”

“That's what I thought. ”

“Let me tell you something. ”

Accidentally, he paused there and said.

“I always want to fly high in the corner of my mind. ”

That's why the birds appear. I thought of the meaning of being dazed. I don't know, but I think I do. Birds are coincidences.

“Then why did you wring a bird's neck in the birdstream? ”

Accidentally, he looked at himself. I felt strongly that I made a mistake.

“That's a sharp question. ”

“Is that so?"

The coincidence shifts slightly to the side. I continued to think, looking at the air with nothing.

“Yeah, why did you kill him? ”

I didn't say I didn't really know. It was an easy question. As soon as the question came out of my mouth, a suspicious answer came to mind. Coincidence hates coincidence. However, if the answer comes directly from the author's mouth, I am sure of my doubts.

“He's handsome. ”

When I said that to get out of the situation, the coincidence was a little embarrassing. It was the behavior of a person who heard a very strange word. But I didn't lie. There were so many people who looked at him handsomely. The members of the fan cafe who took care of themselves said so.

“Beauty is the domain of providers. ”

It's a coincidence. The atmosphere that was in jeopardy passed. I opened my mouth to make sure there was still time to ask him questions.

“I was really curious. ”

“Yes.”

“I don't know if I should ask. ”

“I'm fine.”

I was relieved. I wanted to ask the most recent coincidence. Maybe someone who knows coincidences. A conversation that comes to mind recently. It was about the fate of Fragment.

“You know, fragments. ”

Coincidence nods silently. How old was the coincidence? I felt uncertain about the information I remember correctly.

“Is it published or not? ”

“Do you want to be published? ”

Ask a natural question. You nod forcefully.

“Yes, I'd love to read it. ”

I wanted the reader's heart to reach him. Coincidentally smiles. Unlike her, relaxation grows.

“It's a secret, too. ”

“Yes.”

I answered with anticipation. Coincidence has always been a writer who met the reader's expectations.

“I'm coming out. ”

Incidentally, it happened again. My heart beat faster than usual. I knew the heart of the reader I wanted to be confirmed and spoke kindly again by coincidence.

“I will go out into the world in any form. ”

I want to yell at you.

“Really?"

“How could I lie to you? ”

“Can I talk about this outside? ”

Good information should be shared.

“I'd like to keep it a secret as long as I can, but I don't think it's going to turn the world upside down just by talking about it. ”

It was unclear whether to accept or decline. But she was happy. I accidentally write a book. Make a short statement - it gives the reader something he wants to read. I said some sentences that I was determined not to say because I felt overwhelmed.

“I was actually thinking about taking a picture at the time. ”

“When would that be? ”

“In a book concert hall. ”

Coincidentally, he said he understood. While the coincidence was answering the words of the algebraic writer, I couldn't stop thinking that he seemed to be a coincidence. So I snuck the camera out of my bag. The drying of the hands was a prior notice that no indoor filming was allowed. I shouldn't have taken it, but I wanted to.

“So I put it back. ”

She puts a natural smile on her mouth for the first time.

“But I think I did a good job. ”

Thanks to this, I was able to stand up straight. If he had taken that picture and put it in the cafe, he wouldn't be here. He must have thought he was a reader who broke the rules. It would be widespread that he did not follow the rules.

“And it's a good thing I didn't know I was a writer then. ”

“Why?”

“If I thought you were a writer, I'd be nervous and wouldn't be able to say a word. My challenge would not have been as memorable as yours. ”

It was a horse.

“And I'm really glad you're delaying your decision on the short term. because I was the first to hear about it. ”

Selfish, but can't help it. I wanted to let you know that there was a reader who was pleased with his choice. Coincidentally, he sat with a vague face and said.

“Yes."

Coincidentally, he held hands and rubbed them. The meal was repeated midway through. I scratched and pinched it. My hands look like itchy hands. However, his expression was calm. I was already out of interest when it was time to take a picture. All I wanted was to find a good picture.

I pulled out the photo machine from my bag.

“It's the same camera as before. ”

Coincidence caught my eye. I was amazed and replied.

“Yes. I brought this on purpose. ”

I stood side by side with coincidence. You blink at the same time as the shutter sounds.

“Oh, I closed my eyes. ”

After that, I took several pictures. After a glorious encounter with coincidence, the first thing I did was write a note on the pen cafe.

I accidentally took a picture. The parties to the book concert. Attach a photo. A gift from chance.

Hi, yes. I am that person. who happened to bump into him at a book concert. We met today, and for those of you who don't know the situation, if you've read this coincidental interview, you know, the writer has revealed a story. It's a shocking fact that he participated as an audience in a book concert. I am (without my knowledge) the person who talked to coincidence at the book concert. I was having a meal and a conversation with the writer today, and I took a picture. It was a high-end restaurant in Cheongdam-dong. (I was too nervous to taste it.)

You may be wondering how you met with a writer in person. At first, I couldn't even speak properly because I was nervous. When a fan meets a star, they see what it's like to be the writer. The writer asked me if I had any questions, but I didn't get all the 10 percent of the questions I had. I guess I can't help it. I'm depressed to think about it. But I didn't come back empty-handed. First, he asked me to share his entire book and the books he wanted to read, and he gave me some answers, some pictures that I hadn't taken at the time. (The book came by courier the next day. Attach additional photos.) · · · · · · · This isn't the end. Gentlemen, listen up. This is a quote that the author has given his permission to make. What are the trends that come to mind these days? I personally think it's a piece of cake. There are a lot of people who want to read two fragments. Including me. Now, have you all noticed that? Yes, it is. I've heard the answer. To illustrate the situation at that time, let me conclude without taking too long. (Write down what the writer said at the time. The writer answered me by coincidence. We're going to go out into the world in any form. ’Let's all scream. Long live the writer.

Short Destiny (2) End

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