Great Novelist

In the end, Nam-Kyung left without a clear solution. Nam-Kyung said to think slowly and hurry as soon as possible. I don't know which one it is, but I nod. Nam-Kyung left with a request to contact him whenever he needed help. The first thing he did after he left was to call the route to Russia.

“What's going on? ”

You hear a low, cold voice. It's a coincidence. I didn't say anything about his personality, but I said the point.

“You said you were going to Russia. ”

He seemed a little surprised.

“What's so famous about you? ”

“My editor told me. ”

A convincing voice came from the source of the information.

“When are you going? ”

“Four days later. ”

It was much faster than I expected. A person with tremendous Stamina.

“Where are you headed? ”

“Moscow at first. ”

He briefly explained his plan. The direction of the heavens was also a strong sound, whether it was a slight excitement when traveling. It felt good. In the same condition as the road, a pleasant story seemed to come out well. I hope he feels better about himself.

“Let's meet.”

“Yes?”

“Let's see it before we go to Russia. ”

I had no reason to refuse. I gladly accepted his offer.

*

“Is that Australia?”

Comrade Gil put his phone in his pocket and raised his head. A good looking person's face is full of eyes. He had visited Russia before. Helped me plan this trip a lot I also booked cheap accommodation.

“How did you know I was going? ”

“Famous, sunbae. ”

“That's ridiculous.”

Comrade Gil looked around the cluttered house. I was in the middle of packing. I have prepared a list of things on my laptop that need to be packed in Excel. I finished setting up the budget.

“I also read about Australia. ”

That's what compliance was all about. I understood enough.

“I didn't ask. ”

“You've read it, right? Full moon. ”

You agreed to be silent. You must have read it. A writer who will not succumb to that temptation is a white book writer. Comrade Gil turned his eyes and looked at the student of the white book writer. He met the writer Im Hyun-do shortly after he was published.

“I can't help but fall in love. ”

He came to him that day and said so. Writer's love. It was also because of the phrase that often appeared when describing Im Hyundo suddenly passed my head. He wanted to be like him. I wanted to follow his example.

“I want to go, too. ”

Following Junsu's words, I came out of consideration.

“Russia?”

“What a coincidence. ”

The eyes of Junsu evoked curiosity. I didn't know that heart.

“I wonder what a genius writer would look like. ”

How did the full moon change genius? Coincidentally, how did they digest it?

“You're really good at movement. ”

“You can go, too. ”

It's not that hard. But Junsu shakes his head. Junsu remembered another disciple who was still writing in the workshop. He was not someone who could face regret with such confidence.

“I'm not as stubborn as you. The deadline is close.”

The companion frowns. Compliance quickly changed the subject.

“But are you still stuck in the house? ”

“I don't know.”

Even more intense was the glance of the road, but the unpleasantness did not lead to obedience. Comrades reminded me of the last time I saw my old friend a month ago. That day, he came home in a churning suit with a protruding knee.

“You're so surprised by the book you brought. Idiot.”

It was similar to when you brought the bird's trail. I read a book in the same place I didn't see tears like then. I read the book strangely and was dazed all day. And I haven't heard from him in a while. He reluctantly said on Junsu's worried face.

“He's back home. ”

We only found out about it before we went to Russia.

“Nice of you to ask. ”

I kicked my tongue. I fixed the obedient posture.

“I'm actually envious of you in the West. ”

“Somewhere that fool goes. ”

“How can reading be so influenced? ”

The pouty mouth remained silent again to refute. Compliance looked up at the air.

“What did you see that made it that far? ”

Full Moon is a good article. Obviously, it was also a new article to refresh my mind. But he seemed overwhelmed. I felt like I was picking on the moon. I don't understand. Seeing that compliance reminded me of my school days. He was always one step ahead. I wrote a story that I couldn't write. I pulled the story out of a place I hadn't even thought of. So he despaired and found a way to live. I found my own path. And I stood beside him.

“I don't know. I don't care. ”

I turned my head. Where else would he go with this? It doesn't matter where I am, I move myself. Junsu smiled a little.

*

“You're losing weight. ”

It was the first thing Dongil said when he came into the house. He took a green car for him and entered the workshop, not the living room. Comrade Gil looks at the bookshelf in his workshop. The manuscripts that covered the living room and the study were all taken away before he arrived. Comrade Gil received the cup quietly. I left him at my desk, keeping his eyes open, and sat down on the chair. He was also wearing a wrinkle-free shirt today. I was unfamiliar with the way he was in his workshop.

“What are you doing in the West? ”

I asked him how he was.

“I don't know. ”

He answered without breathing. It was mixed up with a little annoyance.

“Why? Where have you been? ”

“I don't want to talk about him. ”

Decisive. He shrugs where he can't see. I don't think asking more is a good idea.

“What kind of book are you looking at? ”

He looked at one place and asked. He told me exactly what he had in mind.

“Full moon.”

A book with the best view. I asked what I was curious about.

“Have you read it?”

He paused for a moment.

“I read it.”

“How was it?”

When he asked about emotion, he turned instead of answering. You walk towards the fluffy chair across the street. It was a relaxed gesture.

“What about you? ”

“I asked you first. ”

“I'm the boss. ”

He smiled and said frankly.

“I can't write what I want these days. ”

“You were influenced. ”

“She's very sick. ”

You are as dazzled as a joke. There is no light that shakes the face of the road. He bluntly and coldly accepted what he had to say.

“Yes. So I was looking for something to change my mind about. ”

“Did I win? ”

“Something like that."

The companion who heard his answer put the answers in his mouth as promised.

“I was moved. ”

“Why?”

“The writing was inspiring. ”

The gaze of the same road pierced the full moon. The way he looked at the book, there was a deep affection that he could never normally see. It's like looking at Hemingway's writing. That's how he sees the full moon. I think it might be a little different. There was no greed in his eyes. I didn't want to fight back. I wanted to win.

“Im Hyun is a great writer. The look of a writer when he reaches his prime gives him a deep feeling. I can't help thinking. I want to be like him. ”

Writers who crave their own writings sometimes think that way. I had no choice. It's so cool what he wrote.

“Im Hyun also said that the writer's affliction was so clean. ”

It wasn't about reality. It's about the writing he left me. Im Hyundo's review has been received.

“Too many calculations. So, as readers, there's no room for peace of mind. Beyond sophistication. Stubborn. There were too many unacceptable parts to his writing. ”

“That was the beginning. ”

This is the story of Kang, the writer of Kangwon, who was alive. I don't know exactly, but after the river died, for a while. It seemed like that even recently.

“I liked that part, too. ”

“That's right."

Critics have said, but to some it has come to glamour. Since when? There was no definite turning point. He changed slowly. Growing up, I gradually reduced the number of people who rebelled against him. Non-urgent growth is not accompanied by pain.

“There's plenty of room on the full moon. I think I see a real writer. His writings that were as hard and angled as ice seem to have met spring. ”

“But that doesn't mean it runs off without a pulse. You've left behind the unique cleanliness that he seeks. ”

“It's more accurate to say you cut it. ”

So it's his prime. He got it without loss. Maybe they've lost it all and they've rebuilt it. It was only beautiful what he had rebuilt. His white hair reminds me. It's snow. It's like snow falling silently.

“A lot of people thought about it there. You too, me too. ”

He said comfortably. Me, too, means that there have been changes or difficulties for him. I stabbed him a little.

“Do you have a relationship with this trip? ”

“Half right, half wrong. ”

He took the cup in his hand to his mouth. Kim comes up and whitens his vision.

“I'm plotting a spy theory. ”

I was really surprised. I could think of a combination of spy novels and authors along the way. It is a very appealing sound when you think of his unique hard-boiled style.

“It looks good on you. ”

“I think so, too. I've always wanted to try it. ”

“Since when? ”

“Since high school. ”

It's a long time ago.It 'll bring back stories in your mind.

“I already have a name and personality. But there was greed. If we can write better than now, let's get it out. Let's leave it to the number of spleens. ”

“I think I do. ”

“After reading the full moon, I realized it wasn't greed, it was fear. ”

The eyes of the road glow sharply. He was rarely aggressive.

“I was afraid I wouldn't be able to unravel the story I had in mind just yet. ”

“You underestimate yourself. ”

Maybe he hates it the most. He wanted to know himself more accurately than anyone else. The brow narrows a bit along the way.

“That's why I couldn't sit still. So I made a plan right away. ”

He leaves for Russia to write down a story he has long remembered. It was the full moon that moved him. I could see why he felt so good. He solved one of his old problems. I took a step forward to clear the dust that had been covering it so much that I didn't even know I was worried. There is no need to suffer the same.

The full moon rises (4) to the end

lim Han-baek