Great Novelist

“Yes? Really? ”

Chinese officials were shocked and checked their surroundings. He shakes his hand desperately. It was a gesture to convey something, but I can't understand what it meant.

“I think you're a fan of writers. ”

“Will it?

“Your eyes are glittering. ”

Is the photograph for purpose? Is it for autograph? He thought of a place. Either way, now is not the time. I made an X ruler by hand. His actions have stopped. I lowered my head and confirmed myself as if I were leaving right now. But I couldn't help it. I'm sure he's one of the publishers, so he won't be aware of the situation. He decided to contact the butterfly and meet Isabella.

“I'll be out of your way for a moment. ”

“Oh, yes. ”

I got out among the people. You look back. You don't seem to be pursuing. I turned to the side and approached the stage. The monitors installed on each column were passed one by one. A number of coins made eye contact. I feel like I'm seeing a clone. I called the butterfly.

“Where are you right now? I'll be right there.”

“You're coming here? ”

She asked me why, and I told her to come backstage.

“Yes, I'm on my way. ”

Reflexively, you take a step back. Something covered my face. It's a hand. Following it, you have blue eyes.

“I'm from the United States to meet you. ”

I couldn't understand any of this. He was premising that he knew him somehow.

“The journey that left me with the slightest possibility was very risky. But I met you. I'm so happy for you, X. The second rejection is pretty hurtful. ”

His shoulders sag. It took a second time. I took a look at him. I didn't think it was just a groupie.

“Sir, is something wrong? ”

I opened my mouth to answer the butterfly's question, but I couldn't explain it.

“Someone from the United States is talking to me. ”

“Yes?”

“Don't I know you? ”

My eyes were very heavy. Even if I searched my memory, I had no choice but to answer because it was a strange necessity.

“Yes.”

“You don't know me? ”

He clears his nostrils. This time, he asked.

“Do you know me? ”

“Coincidence!”

It was loud. Very loud. The echo is big enough to strike. I shaken my head in a hurry.

“That's not what I asked. Besides, what's the big answer? ”

“It's a coincidence! Coincidence! Coincidence! Coincidence! ”

He stretched out his hands and shouted to the sky with open arms.

“Coincidence!”

“· · · · · · · Writer? ”

“Turns out he was crazy. ”

The voice of the butterfly trembles. You look around. You see several coins and eyes on the monitor. You turn your head toward the stage. The audience, the suits from the '80s, the real coins are all looking this way. I couldn't find the boredom that was still standing on Coin's face. The coin opens its mouth with an evil expression.

“Coincidence.”

All he could do in that situation was catch the hat. A murmur spread among the audience. The madman standing in front of you stares at himself as if he can't hear anything.

“It's a coincidence? ”

“Where?”

“I knew you were in Germany. ”

“Him? ”

What to do with this situation. I don't have an answer. I'm looking for a way to escape, and the coin rises from its place. I walked one step closer. My face was radiant. He says he's headed this way.

“You two geniuses knew each other. Please come to the stage for a moment. ”

Two geniuses? You turn your head, and then you see a familiar feeling on your face. Who was it?

“What's your name? ”

He said it out loud.

“Zara Jenkins. ”

So that's the second time. It was definitely a name I heard from a butterfly. He was the director who wanted the movie rights. He clearly refused. I was told I wanted to meet, but I refused. I don't intend to make a movie He had already experienced it and decided that he had nothing to gain from it.

“You've come this far? ”

When I found out who he was, I came out on my own. He grins.

“You went to Gelato's, right? ”

“How did you know? ”

“I stumbled upon your trail. They signed it.”

“Hmm."

“Because your photos are easier to get than ever. ”

“Isn't business day for officials only? ”

“Who am I? Former actor current screenwriter and director. It's easy to get in. ”

“You two! Come on up to the stage. The audience is waiting. ”

An '80s suit called out to them. His face was reddened. The camera with the coin, the stagecraft, and the new butterflies and Isabella were all looking at themselves.

“We'll have to fix the flow. ”

He doesn't notice the grumbling. He speaks clearly.

“Let's go. I love the stage. ”

I climbed to the top of the growing peal. Following that, the audience's face brightened as they only saw the back of their head. You see the group that just split up. Everyone was talking. The audience applauded, cheered and whistled.

“Oh, my God. I didn't expect to see you like this. ”

“Yeah, me, too. ”

He mutters a little. The '80s suit asks with a raised voice.

“What brings you two together? ”

It was a challenge from the first question. Zahra confidently said as she was mowing her mojo.

“There's only one purpose for people in this booth. to see Kelly Coin writer. ”

Growing up standing between him and Coin, he passed himself and the 80s suit, shaking hands with Coin. The coin wipes its hands off its trousers with a shivering look. The '80s suit sends him back in a straight line and asks.

“So what just happened? What did we see? ”

“It was a little hazing. It's a cute little God joke from time to time. Like humor. Ta-da.”

The '80s suit stops asking questions and looks at itself. He was speechless because he had so much to say.

“I don't know what to ask first. Oh my God, have you been watching the Coin Conversation? ”

“Yes.”

“Then you've heard everything we've said about you. ”

“That's right.”

“We have a large audience today and everyone's looking forward to meeting with the writer by chance. It would be an honor if I could hear it with my own mouth. ”

In fact, the eyes of the audience were dazzled. It was a sudden rush to the festival site of the publishers. I swallowed a sigh.

“We talked about freedom. Do you think you're free? ”

“Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn't. Sometimes I feel free, but sometimes I feel like I'm tied up in a rope. Ordinary. I think you can all relate. ”

“What do you think of yourself as a writer by chance? The country is about being. ”

“That's a tough question. ”

He smiled and replied with a smile while he was still young. A warm gaze followed him. My skin aches with interest from everywhere. After answering as many sentences as possible, other questions followed.

“Is this your first time in a book? ”

“Yes, it's my first time. ”

“What was it like coming here in person? ”

“It was great to be able to experience the magnitude of the publishing market in an indirect way. ”

“You speak many languages, don't you? Did that help you here, too? ”

“Yes. It's full of books from different countries. I also said hello to the people who worked hard to get my book published today. It was fun, although it didn't come from English. Even if it didn't make sense, there's a lot of fun here. ”

He had a consistent, lively smile as to whether he liked his answer.

“I don't think we're going to be able to take up too much time because of your abrupt participation. I'm going to give just one person in the audience today the opportunity to ask a coincidence writer a question. Is that okay?"

“Yes, of course. ”

“May I join you? ”

Growing up next to you, the '80s suit took his word as a joke. and handed the microphone to the woman in the front seat. She was a buyer from Spain.

“We have a famous Hollywood director next door. ”

I had an ominous feeling.

“Tell me about the linguistic cinematography of God that many readers wanted and spoke. Can we wait for hope? ”

“I've been meaning to ask you the same thing. Good question."

He opened his mouth for a moment thinking about a camera that was illuminating himself, and probably several people who would be on the monitor.

“I can't say anything right now. I have no idea about cinematography. ”

“Do you have a negative view of fiction being filmed?

The '80s suits asked for more questions. The questioner looked up at himself with his lips closed.

“That's not it. I think some of you misunderstand that, and if you did, there wouldn't have been any birdstream filming. ”

I glanced at her. He opened his eyes and watched himself grow. I knew his purpose. I came to Germany. I can only imagine what path he took to find himself. The laughter comes out of my mouth.

“I just don't know how I'm going to change my mind. because that's my freedom. So I want to say that you are free to have hope. ”

Someone shouted in the audience. One more question.

“Let's take one more, shall we? ”

In the '80s, the suit said so, raising up a French agent in the middle.

“Coin writer and coincidental writer's friendship evokes a lot of curiosity. ”

A small smile spread in the audience. The coin gazes at him bluntly.

“I wonder if you think of each other as rivals. There was a famous rival in literature. Do you intend to join their bloodline? ”

He saw the coin. He didn't even look at himself and replied.

“I have no intention of intertwining with such foolishness. Coincidence is still far from following me. You'll have to die once and then come back. ”

“That's a harsh answer. ”

Zahra mutters. Another common reaction comes from the audience. He cleared his voice.

“What about accidental writers? ”

“We respect the opinion of coins. He's definitely a great writer. When I read his work, I was amazed. On the other hand, I have many shortcomings. ”

“Don't make a fuss. Tell me the truth. ”

Coin says low. He shrugs.

“But he doesn't know I died once and then came back. That's my sin. I caught up with him. ”

The coin's glare narrows.

“You sound crazy when you don't talk rubbish. ”

“This is better, right? ”

I heard an elongated shutter in the audience. The word that he was on stage just spread out and a person was blowing behind the auditorium. I can see the people who just arrived. Unfortunately, it was too late. The '80s suits gave themselves away in a clumsy gesture. I said my last goodbye and took a step.

“Work hard. ”

“You can do it for me. ”

“I don't like that. ”

The coin takes a short glance at Zahra, then turns its head. He came down on stage. I met a butterfly breathing heavily down below.

“Zara Jenkins, coins, coincidences. No, Zara, why is the director here? What the hell?”

He said when he saw the man who was following him, he thought he would lose himself.

“Let's hear it for now. ”

The blue eyes gaze at themselves without shaking.

End of Association in Germany (6)

lim Han-baek