Great Novelist

The flashes burst in front of you, and you hear cheers from both sides. There is a banner with a printed face on the back. Sign in. Meet the reader. It was a strange environment.

“This is a cookie I baked myself. ”

“Thank you."

I thanked the reader for delivering the packaged package to me. Cookies that looked beyond a clear plastic bag looked quite delicious. However, there was no room to enjoy it. All these people in front of me read today's article.

“Can you shake my hand? ”

“Why not? ”

I noticed the eyes of the trembling reader. I clenched my fist in the hope that my hands would be a little warmer before grabbing it. The opposing Pokémon's hands remind them of their low temperatures. It's useless. I raise my mouth a little more. The reader raised his assessment of Alexandria with an expressive expression.

“It was really fun. ”

“Is that so?"

“Yes, I kept laughing. ”

I handed him the signed book. Next to him, Nam-Kyung opened the book. When you finish one, another one comes in. I couldn't stop coming in. The readers' letters on the post it notes were the same. They all had different names. This diversity of people is reading their own articles.

“I've been reading about that bird ever since. Since you were in high school. ”

The reader who looks like a college student said.

“Was there anything you disliked about the book? ”

The college student reader shakes his hand.

“Everything was great. Really.”

The accent was similar to the one who claimed innocence. He smiled and believed the reader's words. There was no other choice but to believe.

“It's an honor.”

“More for me. Please sign in more often. I'm going to build my own airfield. ”

“A friend of mine doesn't even show up for the signing ceremony, but he skips first period every day. ”

“Oh, the doorman's friends? ”

“Yes.”

He must have seen the interview. Finally, I took a picture and turned my eyes to the next book. One person left and the other came.

“Hello."

A young voice. It is a distinctive clear voice that does not pass through the transformer. As you lift your head, you see a little tall boy coming up to his waist. I thought it was the youngest reader I'd ever seen. I was an elementary school student. I spoke to him first.

“Where are you from? ”

“Incheon.”

I was impressed with the big front teeth and curled eyes. He was wearing green horn-rimmed glasses.

“Haven't you had a hard time standing in line? ”

“It was fine.”

The child replied proudly. The progress committee led the child to a chair on one side. He noticed that sitting next to him was trembling. I see a crowd of reporters and then I see spectators.

“You're here with your parents today, right? ”

“Yes, I was begging for an autograph. ”

The child sat quietly and waited for the book. I didn't ask for anything like the other readers.

“Can you shake my hand? ”

“Yes.”

The child seemed to shake hands with someone for the first time in his life. I feel the power in my hands. Wave your hands up and down first. I followed him to the place where he was shaking. The father came out and took a picture of him and the child. Next to him, he asked.

“Do you like accidental writers? ”

“Well, yes. ”

I was frank to say a little less. Nam-Kyung continued to ask if the child's reaction was interesting.

“What book did you read? ”

“All of it. I also read this in a line. ”

“How was it? Did you like it? ”

“Yes, I liked having an elementary school student in the book. ”

I felt proud of the young reader. The child soon felt better, and became overly tense and behaved. The child's hands were heavily floating in the air.

“It was like the protagonist was smiling and cursing. ”

“You read the book right. That's a good interpretation."

Nam-Kyung laughed, and the staff listening to the story, as well as the manager and spectator smiled small. He listened to the reader's emotions and thought for a moment. To what extent has his intentions been communicated?

“I was going to make you laugh. ”

Smiling and swearing means swearing in conclusion. Laughing but swearing. However, if laughter is an insult, you can only laugh. His face smiles and his mouth smiles. I wanted it to be bitter. There seems to have been some minority.

“But I like circles better than Alexandria. ”

“I see you've enjoyed reading the language of God. ”

“Yeah, it's really fun. ”

“You've read all that long stuff? ”

“I told you. I read all the books by accident. ”

The child was slightly sticky with the surprised expression of Nam-Kyung. He had stamina and time, and he used it to read his book. And there seemed to be no regrets about that choice. I gave you the book.

“Goodbye. ”

The child left with a proper greeting, just like the first appearance. It seemed to me that I was joining a mother who was waiting for a child from afar. I didn't have time to look behind him until he left the bookstore. The next book was pushed from my side.

“Hello."

It was a clear voice again. And it was a thick arm. My muscles are full. My forearms are numb.

“Oh, and this. ”

He gives one more to Nam-Kyung. I brought another book with Alexandria. The end and the beginning. The river. The staff said before it was delivered to Nam-Kyung.

“You can only have one book per minute. ”

My muscles are in a state of panic. I caught a book I was trying to grab.

“Please, I'll do it. ”

I was wandering around because I didn't know what to do with my thick arms, but I signed quietly. I was thankful for coming all this way. I couldn't say no to the reader who waited all the time outside.

“My life changed after reading the river. ”

The voice of gratitude was quite heavy.

“Books are just books. You changed it. You're amazing.”

I don't know in which direction, in which way, what changed, but it was great. Some people believe that people never change. There is a world of writers who write about it as a topic. He pulls something out of his pocket. It was a letter.

“I'm speechless. But it was really special to me. ”

Before answering anything, he leaves like he's being chased by someone. All that was left was the letter. He thought that was enough. Goi took it. Since then, about 50 readers have taken the signature. There's still a long way to go.

“I'm a fan, Writer. ”

I ask you to shake his hand again. I've heard it a few times today. But I don't get bored because their voices are all different. The hand was blunt and had little elasticity. When I followed my hand, I had a grandfather in beret. He shakes his head at the suggestion of a chair.

“You write well. ”

“Thank you for reading. ”

I looked into his name. It was written in Korean. He wanted his name to be written in Chinese. Nam-Kyung gave up the book with a look of believing. I did not find it difficult to understand and write it as expected in Nam-Kyung.

“Hanzawa, China. ”

“Do you recognize it? I lived in China as a young man. ”

He didn't say a long story. I didn't ask myself. I just wrote down the name that I had lived with him. The reader was speechless. The sound from the surroundings fills the gap.

“Here. There's nothing wrong with the Chinese character, right? ”

“Yes. I knew the writer would write it down without asking. ”

With a short cheer, he lifts Beremo up a little and walks away. The book he carried will listen to his story on his behalf. I will take over his head while he sleeps. I imagined a book in the reader's house. I feel energized.

“Need a little rest? ”

He shakes his head. He whispered in his ear.

“You sure there's no room for water? ”

“That's true. ”

I turned my wrist small. The next reader came forward.

“Physical · · · · · · · ·. ”

You hear a murmur. He was waiting with his hands over his mouth. I have been unable to calm down and moving around a lot. Place your hands on your chest, then on your neck, then on your face. I can't say anything because I'm nervous.

I looked down to sign. The Post It had a question with the name on it. I don't think he expected me to ask him. I have read the question, what is your goal? Preventing a reflexive response was the full moon I had just read.

I looked up and saw a book piled up in plain sight. Disappears quickly and rebuilds. The full moon rose to the best seller, but was not sold at this rate.

The Full Moon influenced her, and Alexandria was made of her own stacks. Which one is closer to greater. I don't know, I just know one thing. Great fiction is not a bestseller. He proved that even though he had become a world-class best-selling author, his goal still remained unchanged. I wrote down the answers to the questions on my post-it notes. The cover is covered. It is golden.

“Sneak peeks. ”

“Yes? Yes! ”

The reader leaves with half his hand covering his smiling face.

“Sir! I need you to take a look at this! ”

I heard a loud voice where the spectators were. I smiled awkwardly and listened to his wishes. I asked you to be quiet. It was then that there was a slight commotion on the south side. Turning his head, Nam-Kyung was facing the reader.

“What's going on? ”

“I don't have a name. ”

Nam-Kyung said it was no big deal. Just give me the pen, and I'll have it solved. But the reader did not receive a pen.

“You don't have to write down your name. ”

“That won't work. ”

Staff prevented it - I did not know how to use an ownerless cause. The reader thought for a moment and accepted the pen and post it notes and wrote them down. Namgyeong looked at the name for a while and handed the book over to him. The moment I saw the Post It, I understood how Nam-Kyung looked.

“I'm a aspiring writer. ”

It was written on a post-it note. The aspiring writer. He looked at the letter for a moment and asked.

“What do you like? ”

“Yes?”

“I love grilled mackerel. ”

“Uh · · · · · · · · mango. ”

Mango. You add the word mango to your post-it. The reader became the author aspiring mango. This did not confuse many aspiring writers with her. He is the only aspiring writer.

“What are you preparing for? ”

He said, "It's a novel. I won the competition this time. That's where the centipede debuted. ”

Nam-Kyung responded next to me. It is the equivalent of many writers. He/she knows who has become a writer through it and who has failed. At that moment, I thought of someone. He was also a aspiring writer. He was one of the people who became a writer through the place he knew.

“Are you confident? ”

I covered up the signed book and asked. His gaze was still wandering on the book.

“Yes.”

She didn't even want a picture of the handshake. I spent that time talking to myself.

“I'll cheer you on.”

Even as he cheered, another participant's face came to his mind. The mango smiles and leaves.

Alexandria to Claim (6) End

lim Han-baek