Great Novelist

“You're a little different from the pictures and the broadcasts. ”

“Is that so?"

“Yes. You don't shine on a camera until your hands are hard. ”

I saw the hand I just shook. There was a particularly rough stiffness in the stop.

“How are you? Are you enjoying your book? ”

“It feels good to have so many books. ”

“A festival.”

It was a festival for people who loved books. There is no one in this room that radiates more energy than books. People in books.

“Reminds me of my first encounter with the writer. ”

Molly sweeps her chin.

“I was really surprised when I first read the bird tracks. even though it was a translation sample. It was not an exaggeration to say that even though the talents were born. ”

It was a face that reminded me of that time.

“The next thing that came out was a completely different atmosphere, a different structure. The timing was faster than I thought, so I was half expecting worries. I really enjoy delivering your books. ”

It seemed genuine. I didn't feel bad.

“Nebula and I were at the Hugo Victory Ceremony, but I was looking forward to going inside. I might bump into the writer. Then I must congratulate you on your pending celebration. ”

Congratulations on coming all the way back. He bowed awkwardly, and Chinese officials opened their mouths.

“There's a story coming up about a sequel, what do you think? ”

“The language of God? ”

“Are you going to use it? ”

He covered his mouth with his hands. This is not the time to talk. He understands the gesture and takes a surrender position.

“The weight of your mouth is what the world knows. I hope I get the results I want. ”

“What about movies? Still not thinking? ”

“Hello, Coincidental Writer. ”

An unfamiliar voice.It was the first face I saw when I turned around. The butterfly recognized him and told him.

“I'm in charge of editing in Japan. ”

An editor from a Japanese publisher spoke up. Starting with him, more and more people started. Publishing industry officials, such as foreign buyers and agents, started to gather one by one. There was a natural field of conversation. Butterflies mostly spoke with officials from the United States, the United Kingdom and Germany.

“I've been looking forward to meeting her ever since. I heard you were coming today. ”

“Where did you meet? ”

“Oh, I saw a famous director around there. I didn't expect to see you here. ”

“Did you write a book? ”

“You guys got anything better? There were a lot of good things to do this year. ”

”The United States is noticeably less active. ”

“Good thing the coin writer came this year. ”

Twenty people gathered to share their stories. It was a natural look.

“Do you know how crazy it was when you revealed your face? ”

The story soon turned to his first profile picture. Molly described the bookstore on the day of its release. Everywhere there was a person, it looked like a similar landscape.

“I was even more surprised by the coin writer standing next to him. ”

Chinese officials said.

“I couldn't figure out how you two got along. ”

“Absolutely the opposite. ”

“I'm even more curious when I look at it. ”

“Do writers work together? ”

“I personally prefer accidental writing. ”

At that time, one looked around in exaggeration.

“The Coin Writer might be listening somewhere. ”

He smiles awkwardly. He changes the topic. After a long discussion, time passed quickly. Butterflies say small.

“Coin writer, you should come to the conference. It's time.”

“Oh, yes. ”

He was looking forward to his stage. The people who noticed their schedule said:

“I'm afraid I have to look elsewhere. ”

“My writer has a conference. ”

"I'm sorry it had to end this way, so I'll see you outside later. I know a good place."

They had already known that they would be relaxing in Germany. Those who remained behind were the butterflies, Molly, Chinese officials and Japanese editors. Five, including Australia, left the Asian Embassy.

“Wow, there's a lot of people. ”

The stage of coins was popular. Coins were already answering questions onstage when they arrived. The red background matched him well. He stands behind a full seat. You can see enough coins there as well. It was because the middle monitor was set up. There is a camera that shoots coins, and the video that the camera shoots is broadcast live to dozens of monitors. It's enormous. He saw him on the monitor. Coins seem a little dull among these many.

“I write a lot of things. I've been in films, drama scenarios, I've been in nonfiction, I've been in travel. I've written in science magazines and cooking magazines. I write what I shut up. I won't stop you.”

The facilitator in thick horn-rimmed glasses glances at his eyes until the coin's answer was over. He was dressed as if he had just emerged from a Hollywood movie set in the '80s. A lumpy belly threatens the belt.

“What's the reason? ”

“Because that's what I think is the ideal writer. ”

I saw the people gathered to listen to Coin. The crowd sits around him in a square chair. Just a step away from this booth can feel the chaos of countless crowds. But this was different. I'm focused.

“I only write about pigs. I will only look at the pigs and feel, explore and observe them. There are no writers like this in the world. There could be scientists like that. Writers should be free. ”

“Aren't there a lot of writers who prefer one ingredient? ”

The coin frowns openly. It was a complaint about not understanding me.

“I'm not asking you not to use the same thing twice. Let's say you have the same character, same background, same values in your writing. ”

Coin spoke her mind. It was an aggressive gesture, but it was not very different from what he usually showed. Someone picked up their phone and took a picture. Someone took a note.

“Then what about personality? Writers are passionate about their unique qualities. I can tell your style. But what does it mean to give up freedom if you follow what you say? ”

“That's right. I have to be me. No matter how hard I struggle, My past doesn't disappear, my future doesn't become someone else's future. It can be seen as limitless, and vice versa. ”

I glanced at him. Everyone was listening to Coin's answer.

“If I don't become myself after pursuing freedom, who will? ”

In the '80s, the suit asked with thick horn-rimmed glasses.

“So how do you see a writer by accident? ”

“Oh.”

Molly glances this way, admiring a little. Eyes meet. He whispers small.

“That's an unexpected nomination. ”

“It's common to refer to the author on these topics. ”

A Japanese coincidence editor whispered. Chinese officials nodded. He glanced at the coins on the monitor.

“Coincidence.”

“Yes. One of the many reasons a writer gets noticed is that he or she speaks two phrases. It's fantastic. It's research. What about coincidence? Is coincidence the freest writer I know? ”

I am free. He denies it in his heart. Another body is a shackle that grabs the other ankle. Rather, he was carrying two chains.

He said, "Well, obviously the writing he's showing is changing. It's like a child becomes an adult the next day and a child again. ”

“His writings are amazing. They're young, but they're very skilled at writing. ‘Oh my, you fell. It's okay, but you can learn and grow.’ I'm not giving you a chance to say this. No teenager in the world can do that. If he really is a dual personality, the other one must be about my age. Now the world will laugh at him when he falls. What are you doing at that age? ”

The coin twists its chin. It was a very bad posture, but nobody pointed out.

“It could be considered a sin. ”

“Sin?”

“Yes. Turn the tide of the world around and move forward on your own. It's a grievous sin. The moment I felt guilty about that, I had already judged him on a certain basis. Talking and judging about him is already far from free behavior. ”

“That's right.”

A butterfly approached me one day and said,

“If you have that ability, I'd like to have it. ”

He lifts his hat slightly and sweeps over his head. The butterfly smiles small. The coin seems to be looking around for some reason. I'm sure he's checking to see if he's here.

“Isabella called. What do you want to do? Would you like to keep looking?”

“Yes. I'll meet you when the stage is over. ”

He nods at the words of the butterfly. Butterflies step out of line, saying they'll be gone for a while. I turned my gaze away as I followed her.

“What's that guy? ”

It was then that I felt a sense of otherness. All audiences take his words seriously. I felt quiet and elegant. Those who sat down and those who stood up did the same. But it was different. There was one person who wouldn't even look at the stage of the coin.

He was exceptionally tall. I was only looking around when everyone was focused. I wasn't taking pictures on my phone. I acted like I'd lost something. He's not interested in coins. Then why are they here? I was convinced.

“If you look into the monster's Maw for a long time, the Maw also looks into you. ”

Friedrich Nietzsche wrote in his philosophy to transcend good and evil. The voice of the coin in your ears was lower and heavier than usual. The moment I turned my head to the monitor, I saw blue eyes.

They found themselves there, too. It is especially blue by the light. It was a long distance, but somehow I got stuck in my brain. He looks back and forth, his expression slowly shifting. Eyes open and mouths open. Press your cheeks with your hands raised.

“Scream?”

He cheers, as if he's found something he's been searching for for for a long time. I look at myself and do things like that. I was embarrassed.

“I think I recognize you by chance. ”

Molly's voice is heard from a nearby place.

End of relationship in Germany (5)

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