Great Novelist

Aged Care, Aged Care Facility, Korean Aged Care Association. Private and Public, National Elementary Schools. I visited various places with Nam-Kyung and heard their stories. The difference was easy to find. It was as soon as I decided that I wanted to separate them. It was not a topic of interest.

I put a picture taken from there on the desk. What was interesting about the look in his eyes was that their combination did not feel like grandmothers and grandchildren. They had an individual role in their group. In the atmosphere formed between peers, there is a shape that is taken in half. Society and society. That's why their final form in their head was determined to be friends, not family. A friend of a fairly different age. It doesn't look like they're going to be swearing at each other anytime soon.

I wrote. I was able to focus more on writing in a house where I lived alone than before. There were days when they didn't eat, there were days when they didn't go out, and there were days when they didn't sleep. When I wake up in the morning, I wash, eat and write. After writing, I get up and write again.

I took a look at the article I had written for two months. It was a decent speed, but not the speed that mattered. There was definitely a sentence that I disliked. But don't get caught by the ankle. I felt better and thought of the next scene in my head. She looks like she just walked into school. I get caught up in cases and get into conflicts. Leads the story in her own way.

Then the sound of the outside of the house rang. It's a doorbell. It reacts slowly. The brain that was in the story deduced the identity of an unwelcome guest. There was no one who came to mind. I look familiar when I go out.

“That's awkward.”

A friend who was adapting to university life suddenly came home. You feel no welcome. After a while, you close the door in the workshop and open the front door. It seems natural to stand against the background of the hallway.

“Why are you here? ”

“You don't look so good. ”

After saying something rougher than I thought, Seongwang shouted without saying anything.

“What's wrong with me? ”

“Like a zombie. Zombies that sit too far and can't circulate. ”

It makes it difficult to hear that your complexion is pale. I smiled small and asked again.

“What's going on? ”

“I have some business to attend to. I came to eat with you. ”

“I want to write. ”

“My mom packed me some food. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Often, after his son's friend started tracking him down, he would pass on things like side dishes and hand-made stew. Eventually, he stepped aside without speaking. When I came inside and checked the time, it was precisely lunch time. If he hadn't come, he would have starved.

“The food you gave me before is still there. ”

Seogwang checked the refrigerator and said. Ignoring his words, I pulled out the rice I had frozen.

“What's a side dish? ”

“Bozem and freshly immersed kimchi. ”

“I'm hungry.”

Recently, Seogwang said that he had done Kim Jang's luggage. I roughly put it in the bag and took out the rice. The meal was ready in no time.

“Delicious.”

Both meat and kimchi are delicious. Seogwang tore Kim Chi with his bare hands. A bowl of bossam and rice pops out in a puff.

“How's college? ”

Seogwang chewed hard the food in his mouth to talk. I already had a bad look on my face before answering.

“There are so many different people in the world. Damn it.”

A little swearing after the horse told me the meaning of the sentence. I knew he wasn't saying it in a good way.

“I have no idea what they're thinking. Why are they doing that? Why don't they know it's going to be a problem? You knew it and you did it? Then he's a real jerk. Is there a lot of bad people in this world? ”

“You must be having a hard time. ”

When I looked at the situation that was somewhat unexpected, Seongwang sighed deeply and picked up two points of meat and shoved it in his mouth.

“How are you doing? ”

“Fortunately, I'm not relieved. ”

“Write something for me. Comfort my damaged heart. ”

I thought about her story. I don't know if it'll be any consolation, but it'll be a laugh. You seem to have chosen a pleasant story. I didn't have a choice with him in mind. Writing joyfully also gave me this joy.

“Speaking of which, ”

“Yes.”

“May I come in? ”

“No. ”

He turns around. I tried to write a Hospitam manuscript, but I wouldn't allow it. I gave up Seogwang and put rice in my mouth. About the time I almost emptied my meat and bowl with the college story, he said. Seogwang had a place to put the horse. It's a book or a story about language.

“You know that, right? ”

A confident tone. He asks what it is. I blamed my friend who I didn't immediately understand.

“Im Hyundo is a writer. ”

Ah. I heard a reflective voice.

“New?”

Im Hyun-do's book is about to be published. When was it?

“Tomorrow.”

“Ah, tomorrow. ”

“Such ingratitude. ”

Seogwang narrowed his eyes.

“I don't know what time it is these days. ”

When I looked at the manuscript and computer screen and looked at my head, it was morning and night. Seogwang shakes his head slightly.

“You're buzzing because there's nothing outside to stop you.

“But I do exercise. ”

My eyes narrowed. He seemed to be worried about his actions and pleased with them. The story goes back to the beginning. Im Hyun-do's book will come out tomorrow.

“I'll read right away. Somehow, that's a lot of writing. ”

“That's right."

Most of the posts written by Hyundai are massive. Seongwang's bold face became an unworthy expression.

“What are you going to do? ”

“What?”

“Will you read it or not? ”

I smiled small and replied.

“I don't decide whether the world reads as soon as it comes out as you do. ”

“So think about it now. I'm writing. Aren't you going to read? But you often read the writer Im Hyun. ”

He thought for a moment. The only writing I touched when I was writing in the book is in Hyundai. I try not to touch books, especially novels, during my writing. However, I read Hyundai's book whenever I wanted to. What should I do this time? Which option is better?

“What should I do? ”

“Are you asking me? Of course I would. I don't write. ”

“Of course.”

Seogwang urged the answer with a curious look on his face. But it was not easy to judge. Both desires are tense. Seogwang began to put information about books in his mouth. Information soon led to his appreciation. Love for literature pours out.

“Im Hyun is also a writer. Im Hyun is also a book of writers. The world he shows you is truly great. ”

I was accustomed to the praiseworthy young words of Seogwang. After taking the last spoon, I got up from my seat and picked up the cup on the drying table. I heard you ask for it from behind. I poured two glasses of water.

“I want him to write for a long time. ”

“I think so, too. ”

It becomes a reality. He lives as a writer for a very long time. Become the most familiar writer in the country A lot of people share the world that he sees. It was so much more than I thought.

“He's a pretty good writer, and he's still growing. We're taking it one step at a time. I train myself constantly. Isn't that great? ”

“Fantastic.”

“I can feel it when I read it. I was trying to capture a lot of things, and I was trying to take them away. ”

“I can feel it.”

“I'm really curious how I see things that come up with that idea. I can only imagine reading a book. I want to read a grass course I never would have wanted to know if it was math time. ”

“That's right."

“Are you listening to me? ”

“Yes.”

I'm listening. I'm in trouble. The more I listened to him, the more I wanted to read. Seogwang didn't notice his own mind and continued to talk about Hyundai for a while. After finishing eating, it continued until I finished cleaning up.

“I've read the testimonials from the White Ledger writer, and I've never seen Im Hyun do such compliments. ”

“· · · · · · What did you say? ”

“You haven't seen it yet? So here's the rub. ”

Seogwang opened his mouth, then.

“This is my favorite. ”

The sentence left by the speeches flowed out of his mouth.

“The book writer said he was the head of the household. Maybe the writer thinks so, too. It's almost definitive because you're a book writer. Im Hyun is satisfied with himself and received the approval of the White Leeson writer. ”

Seogwang was more drowsy than when he ate. I said small.

“I'd like to read it. ”

“I want to read it! ”

“Can I read and write a book like that? ”

“Ah.”

Seogwang seemed to have just remembered his position in front of him. It was his instinct to make a good sound when he had a book.

“No, I was just asking if you'd read it or not. Suddenly I'm in business. ”

“You've been talking a lot since you studied translations. ”

“Is that a compliment? ”

“It's an insult.”

Seogwang smiled small.

“Wouldn't it be possible for you? It's a coincidence.”

“I don't know. I haven't tried. ”

I don't know because I haven't read my book this time. Will you be able to keep your composure while reading? Since then, Seogwang has been preparing to eat until dessert. I didn't stay long. It seemed considerate to write.

“Here we go.”

“Go.”

The light disappeared behind the door, leaving a short greeting. The silence settles. I have nothing to say when I'm alone. However, the feeling of satiety continued. I sat in the living room without going directly into the closed workshop.

“Writer Im Hyun-do. ”

You mutter to yourself. It spreads and rumbles for a while, as he gives you an excuse to speak the language of the gods. But he didn't falter. No reaction. I just wrote. He always did. No matter what he wrote, it was quiet. I walked the path without putting any force on my shoulders.

“What about me? ”

I thought about the past. I couldn't even overcome the commotion around me. Voluntarily surrendered to the whirlpool like a child who mistakenly assumed he was going to be swayed. At that time, he read Hyundai's article. The only article I had in mind at the time when I didn't have the money to buy a book was from Hyundai. His writings became powerful. It reminded me of the bold and quiet atmosphere of Hyundai. When I am with him, the surroundings become calm by themselves.

“I want to read it. ”

With a small sigh, an insomniac desire rises. I got up and opened the door to the workshop. Inside, there were only 10,000 manuscripts. I continued to write, but that day I didn't write forty words and put a pen on it.

The full moon rises (1) to the end

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