Great Novelist

“Are you free these days? You're a popular writer.”

“What about you? ”

“I'm busy with the manuscript I've been asked to write. Now we just need to take a breather. ”

“I'm not so different myself. ”

I just remembered the information in my mouth.

“I heard your book is going to be published in America. Congratulations."

He smiles beautifully and shows his gratitude.

“I'm sure it'll be a good response. ”

“I'm glad you said that. You sold out your first edition in two months. ”

The worm leaves no trace. I gathered topics in the first million book declarations. I took two pictures in two months. Seeing himself not reacting much, he said.

“And yet you still are. ”

“It didn't really make a difference. ”

“Shouldn't you come with some oil on your face? ”

“You know, there's no such thing on the floor. ”

If you think you're settling down, you get a lot of great stuff pouring out from the top, from the bottom, from the side. The moment I stopped, I had to know that I was in the past. At that moment, a new hypothesis came to mind. Maybe the only reason he's cheering them on is because he's a writer. Maybe they're restraining their inner circle. Junsu looked away as if he was thinking of something. I stabbed him.

“Why, did you write such a great article? ”

I know he's writing something. I know it's about me.

“Yes.”

This is the answer without hesitation. Rather, I panicked.

“· · · · · · Really? ”

You check his complexion. Thanks to his ascension, he was generally a smiling statue. It was a joke or a joke or a blur. Nevertheless, somewhere in my mind, I had already taken it seriously. I use it when I'm a rookie.

“Oh, my God. ”

I sighed a little. The glass in his hand showed the presence of red liquid. It also looked like a warning light.

“The club will expand into the world. ”

“I'd like that. ”

He drenched his lips with a red car. Each of them fell into a fantasy and drank the tea silently for a while. He was looking at the swaying leaves.

“Reminds me of the first time you climbed. ”

While watching the ants passing over the ground, he looked up at Junsu's words.

“Is that so?"

“There was a lot of talk of you disappearing in a moment. ”

“That's too much.”

“I'm trying to prove that I'm not. Well, that's one punch. ”

He rolls the cup in his hand.

“Besides, there's a contest going on lately. There's something in the new image. ”

I asked if I didn't know.

“What?”

Junsu looked at himself and said,

“It's the first unanimous match since you. ”

“Do you know who this is? ”

“I don't know.”

He doesn't know. I didn't even want to know.

“Are you interested? ”

“A little.”

“A teacher would know. ”

Then the dog barked from afar. I looked at the gate in a reflective manner. There was a speech.

“Oh, God, you're here. ”

I got up right where I am.

“Hello."

A relaxed smile settles over your head as you bend over your waist.

“Did you drink Omiza tea? It's good, right?"

“Yes, it was cool. ”

She doesn't go inside, she just sits on her feet. He wanted to ask her straight away. What happened to the judgement? Who wins the prize? Which Mango, Bible or Grey Hat will win the prize? Or there were three people who didn't care. The questions that came to my mind at the same time finally stuck in my mouth.

“What were you talking about? ”

“New image.”

“Ah, the unanimous. ”

As soon as she heard the word "new image," she looked like she knew. Compliance asked.

“How well did you get a unanimous verdict? ”

“It felt pretty easy to judge. ”

She answered without hesitation. It was the attitude that the results were already shown. There are such overwhelming differences in the work worked on this time.

“It was similar to your debut. ”

Junsu said to himself: The speaker smiles. He slightly asks.

“Did you like it the best? ”

“So it's unanimous, right? ”

“Yes, it is. What about the other articles?”

She considers the question for a moment and opens her mouth.

“There were some memorable writings. ”

“I see you have some good people. ”

Junsu said small. The speaker nodded.

“It was obvious what everyone was trying to say. In the course of the story, there were poor corners, sometimes they were weightless, but they were all hard-working. ”

Then why is it that only one person is selected? Everyone worked hard. That's what I thought. It's a childish brawl. The speaker paused and said.

“There's no need for literary awards. ”

“That's not for the jury to say, is it? ”

Junsu laughed in vain, but she spoke quietly.

“The more I do this, the more I think I'll have to do it. Literature awards are fascinating to people who want hard evidence, but they're too salty. A little compassion would be nice. You're only giving me one. ”

The speaker looked at him.

“Did you say something you couldn't say in front of the World Literature Prize winner? ”

“No way.”

I thought I might have found it in my heart. She spills as she goes down below normal.

“Some of them look like they've been trimmed for a long time. ”

A smile came over her face.

“That was fun. ”

The first thing that came to mind at that moment was the face of a friend. Following them, two people appeared in turn, but soon they disappeared. It was an impatient judgment, but it was not easy to get rid of. Definitely a bibliography. The protagonist of unanimous agreement is a bibliography.

“Take your time and go. ”

At the moment of certainty, I realized that I had always believed in one person's victory. It was not an uncertain outcome to have seen yourself like that. It is because I have clearly watched his growth from a close distance. As I lift my head, the sky suddenly turns red. The sun is setting.

“Compliance, today is a day off, so you two have fun. I'll make you something delicious for dinner later. ”

She recently visited the coverage car and warned me that she had received a gift from Hanwoo.

“Sounds delicious. Got it. ”

I answered without hesitation. The speaker walked to the front door with her back to normal. Then I suddenly stopped walking and turned back.

“Is the prize the reason you're here today? ”

“Yes?”

“I think I'm interested in new impressions. What did you want to know? Did you get something? ”

The red light troubles my eyes. The book on my back looked a little red. Maybe I will too. Every time her gaze touched, her face was hot.

“I only like one thing I got today. ”

“Thank God for that. ”

I raised my lip. I returned home early that day. It was useless to be late as long as the goal was discovered. All the way back home, I imagined what they would write.

A few days later, the results of the Netherwood literature were published with the judges' assessments. That day, I didn't see the article. I didn't even go to the publisher's website I didn't call Nam-Kyung, I didn't visit Yearbook's house. He had a place where he needed to hear the results. My phone rang while I was reading the full moon.

“I climbed. ”

It was a short speech. Not surprising at all.

“I kept my promise. ”

It was a voice of pride.

“Coincidental writer. ”

He calls himself coincidence. I called him a writer. Different weight than before.

“Congratulations."

I meant it. I heard a loud noise over the phone. It was cheerful. The scroll shouted loudly. It was the first voice I heard. You bow. There are manuscripts written about mangoes, gray hats, and chalkboards.

“Haha.”

The sound of the scroll lingered in my ears for quite a long time.

*

“Writer.”

As soon as he sat at his desk, he raised his head to the voice. An unknown motivator spoke to him.

“That's impressive. ”

The university was a large but narrow space. Most of the people who went to the same department knew about him. I was getting closer to majoring, so I was more interested in myself.

“How did you feel? ”

“Have you met other writers? ”

“How was it? Did you have a meeting or something? ”

“The professor wants you. That 'd be great.”

“My senior wants to see you. ”

“First grade debuted. ”

“Give me your number. ”

“Do you want to come to a party with me today? ”

It was very strange and unfamiliar. I've never been interested in it in my life. I didn't know what to do. They wanted to hear their own stories. He had something he wanted. Obviously, just a few days ago, no one talked to him.

“The world seems to have changed. ”

He covers his mouth with his bare chin and mutters. The professor came in, a professor of specialty. He calls for an attendance and raises a mob in front of his name.

“Necessity?”

“Yes.”

He replied as usual. The professor's reaction was different than usual.

“Stand up for a moment. ”

I raised myself from my seat. It happened as he said. The children's gaze was drawn. They seemed to know why the professor raised himself. So did I.

“You're the friend who got on the paragraph this time, right? ”

He emphasized the structure and literary significance of Korean paragraphs and that he is a proud student chosen from more than 1,500 manuscripts. He added that the professor's friend is the publisher's president.

“A notebook student has done a great job. ”

The professor had to stand until the end of his sentence. I wanted to sit fast, but I didn't really feel bad. I felt rewarded for my efforts. Is this feeling right or wrong? I don't know, I haven't heard the lesson all morning.

“Hey.”

Someone grabs hold of you as you exit the building. I checked my face and knew it was the same with. She blinks and asks.

“It's called Guan Yun Bom, like you. ”

“I know.”

I remember her name. It was because it was not the beginning.

“You met with him before, right? ”

“Yes, I remember. ”

He occasionally let me face him with his friends. I knew it was his concern. She says, "Thank goodness."

“I'm meeting with him today. I don't think going with you would be a bad idea. What do you think?”

“Good.”

“That was fast. ”

There are no promises. A writer who just debuted in paragraph is never too busy to meet a friend.

“But when do we meet? ”

After checking the time late, she smiles.

“Now. You okay? ”

“Yes.”

I followed her naturally. I didn't have anything to say. I remembered her writing in class. It was quite sensual. I had a strong impression of the investigation. We just listened to each other's footsteps and asked. She teases her feet hard at the entrance to the university.

“Are we going to his house? ”

“No.”

“Then where are we meeting? ”

Your vision becomes brighter as you turn the corner. You're down the hill. You're out the gate.

“Here.”

Following her hand, one man stands at the end with his hat pressed against him.

“He's gonna get caught again. ”

Spring muttered. The scroll agreed. But on the other hand, I liked him who walked freely in people's eyes. A few steps closer, he turns his head. Find this side and wave your hands.

“You two are coming? ”

A tranquil voice echoes through the university.

Scroll, the end of the brush used by the king (4)

lim Han-baek