Great Novelist

“Maybe.”

It was hard to write a book while in the army. I accidentally had a break. He was preparing himself to some degree.

“Is it at least two years? This is gonna be hard to get used to. ”

Growing up, he said as a fan of coincidence.

“Aren't you nervous? ”

Zahra asks. He shrugs.

“What?”

“This is the first break I've ever had. ”

Growing up, you stare at him with a look that you know everything about how fast you've been walking.

“I don't know.”

He recalls a long rest he did not know. He shook his head as he grew.

“I read it in a column. Writers say you lose your pride when you finish a piece. ”

“Is that so?"

He handed the talk to Coin. The coin shakes its hand as if it were chasing a fly.

“What do you know? Two years is a long time? I'll make you completely forgotten. ”

“That's very unsettling. But I'm not going to play, either. ”

“You know, I used to play Valerino and live in a real ballet for four months. Obviously, he's learned a lot. There's a novelist joining the military to write in front of you. ”

“I have a duty. ”

“Stay as late as you can. ”

I persistently hung on to the end of my growth. He swallowed a sigh.

“Aren't you hungry? ”

That day, the three of us had a variety of conversations until late at night.

“You're going to the army? ”

At 3: 00 a.m., a call was made at 10 a.m., South Korea time. He was reading until late, so he was able to answer the phone safely. The opponent was western. The longer he stayed in Germany, the more he called to greet you. His voice trembles with unexpected news.

“Yes. I'm going to the army. ”

He told me the same answer again for his friend.

“The Army." ”

He explained the situation. Seogwang looked like a person who was confronted with reality who was turning away.

“When are you going? ”

“Don't ask. ”

I said it lightly in an urgent tone.

"It's okay. The military lets me read, too. ”

“Otherwise, I would have made a plan to refuse enlistment. ”

It's a practical joke. Seogwang sighed and said.

“Baron says he's starting to think of an army. But so are you.”

“Really?"

“Yes. We met yesterday. I had a drink and they're preparing to take a vacation. ”

“I see.”

“I'll join you. ”

It was very impulsive.

“It doesn't matter, but you have to think about the holidays. ”

“I don't know. I don't want to think. March is good. You're not gonna back up the Marines or anything, are you? ”

If you can do it, I'm afraid of you. He thought for a moment and said.

“Is that so? Do you want to join? There are rumors that it's always the front. ”

“I'll think about it. You'd better choose carefully. ”

“Come with me. ”

Seogwang refused. And I said it pitifully.

“When will it be unified? Will there be hope if we hold out a little longer? I thought it would be unified around this time in elementary school. ”

He turned his gaze to the book in his hand as frustration was lifted over the phone. It was a record of the battles that took place around the world. A book you can find when you want to sigh.

“The book you recommended was interesting. ”

“Isn't that right?"

It was a book I found while looking at his blog. When I asked the owner of the blog, he explained the benefits of the book for an hour.

“Zahra said the director was looking for an English translation that would be interesting. ”

“Oh, my God. Director Jenkins? ”

I heard a different tremor than just now.

“Did he say anything about me? ”

“I didn't. I got drunk and came into my room and grabbed any book and asked. ”

“· · · · · · · It's just alcohol, right? ”

“No, he was relatively fine. ”

“That's not good. ”

Seogwang asked about the director as Zahra. He answered me by choosing only what he knew.

“Aren't you auditioning for an actor? Why don't you slow down? If you bet, you'll make a better movie. ”

“You don't know that. The boats go to the mountains when there are lots of sand. I could do better by walking out of here. ”

He raises his head and picks up a glass of water from his desk. I saw the sunglasses growing next to it. Items such as his jacket or pen lid are often found. I was a little nervous that I might be packing my things soon.

“I want to grow up and see the films produced by the director in the audience. ”

“Were you a fan? ”

“I've seen all his movies. ”

“I didn't know that. Hmm. When are you coming to Korea, by the way? ”

He took a moment to look at the materials lying on his desk and said.

“I can't leave yet. ”

There was still something missing.

“Whew.”

He stopped running and sat on a nearby bench. The long walk along the river was a great run. There are not many people at this time. The wind blows. I wake up feeling the sweat cooling off.

“Exercise again today? ”

The man who appeared with the duck asked. He stoops down where he just sat.

“The owner of the gelato shop would be nice. I'm going on a trip because of coincidence. ”

A teasing tone. He snorts and says.

“One of my signatures. What a coincidence. ”

“You said Mango is so hard to taste. ”

Chief, how many times have I heard that? He notices his disgust and talks about it every time he meets his face.

“Want some bread? ”

He hands you a bag of rye bread from a nearby bakery in his arms. It was a bakery I learned about by his introduction, and it was very tasty. He was starving, and thankfully accepted the bread. The ducks roam around noticing that there is something to eat. I slashed my mouth wide as if to see. Duck squeaks.

“Please interpret this sentence. ”

Soon, he pushed in a Bible full of Latin. It was the price of bread. I learned from talking to him. He had been aiming to read the Latin Bible for about three years. He replied that he was happiest when he was learning Latin in his youth. But now I forgot all the words and grammar. It's not always uncomfortable to read in a dictionary. Then I met a very convenient human translator. He was giving himself translations while informing me of the geographies, shops, information, etc. I didn't make regular appointments, so I have a natural conversation on the day I bump into him. What he taught us was useful, professional, and has lived in this place for a long time.

“You memorized this word the last time. ”

“You should be my age, too. I don't care what I had for breakfast at sunset. ”

All I had to do was recite it to him one page at a time. He had a poor memory, but good understanding. It was fun to explain. Translation helps in many ways.

“That's all for today. ”

He raises his hand. And I slowly chewed with the interpretation that I wrote. I memorize it all.

“How's your studying going? ”

He shrugs. As the data was available, as information accumulated in his head, the scenes to be covered in the novel caught hold of the great flow. I knew what I had to write.

“Yes, it's going to be easy. ”

“Are you going back soon, then? ”

“I don't know about that. I'm not going to live here forever. ”

“Tell me before you go. I'll buy you some bread. ”

It didn't seem like it had been that long, but it felt a bit strange to have a person who had to tell me that when I left. This is how the characters in God's language would have felt. He remembered a new protagonist, but an old friend. He was a man who appeared in the language of God. The creator of myth and the person of the past who allowed me to meet One and God. This time I was going to draw a picture of him.

“Don't you know anyone unusual? ”

“You?”

It's not serious. He got up from his seat. The duck flaps its wings.

“I'm going. ”

“Be careful. ”

We're done here. We don't know where he's going. I don't care where he goes. He left alone and began to tidy up the protagonist as he watched the slowly flowing river. The exposed information floated through my mind. There is myth in the language of God. It's about God. There appeared a letter that only humans could read, an outcast human being, and a traitor who betrayed them. This is the record of the person who wrote all of them.

“Meow.”

You hear a cry. Leaning back, you see a cat crouching beneath the bench. I close my eyes and lose my ears. There was blood on my head. In the language of God, humans who massacred cats appear. The protagonist is a person who will necessarily have great opposition to the case. The protagonist who elevated the existence of the traitor has influence.

He is a writer. His mythology is great literature. If so, there must have been an article written before. There must be a reason why he left such great literature behind.

“What are you doing? ”

“Ugh.”

I looked up at the shock I felt on my back. I felt the blood rushing backwards all at once. I groaned on my own. The pathetic eyes seemed to be between dizzy visions. The coin creases and looks under the bench.

“You were in that funny position to see a cat? ”

“It's good for your health to have a good circulation. ”

“Why don't you stand on a water balloon tree? ”

“Let's do it. ”

I got up from my seat.

“Huh."

The moment he woke up, the cat came out. He jumps out from under the bench to where he was sitting.

“I think you heard me. ”

The tail moves up and down freshly. He's smart. He's staring at the fur on his nostrils, and Coin says it's behind him.

“You've got a little inertia since you tried everything, don't you? ”

“That's right."

Once the story begins to appear, it becomes irresponsible. We'll keep looking.

“So, are you going to use the water buffalo? ”

“I was thinking about people. ”

“The traitor? ”

He had a conversation the other day about a traitor. He said he didn't like the cat because he killed it. Destroy the world.

“Writer's side. ”

The protagonist becomes a big figure in the future. Heroes' epics always had elements that made them predict such a future. It's an extraordinary birth.

“Born from an egg? ”

“Al?”

The coin frowns.

“Is the protagonist a chick? Don't you just love birds? ”

“But then they'll be hunted by cats. ”

Violinist and God's Language (1) End

lim Han-baek