Great Novelist

He covered his laptop. His eyes follow his hands.

“Why are you here? ”

“You said you'd be here today. Let's have dinner together. ”

He checked the time. It was about half an hour later.

“I didn't hear the doorbell. ”

“I didn't press it. Coin opened it.”

He saw coins leaning against the door. He was wearing pants. The hand contains branded coffee. Everything is understood.

“What are panties? ”

“I bought your panties while I was living. Look."

The zebra pattern. He peeks at the waist of the coin.

“What are you looking at? ”

“No, it's not.”

“He ordered in detail. So it's not zebra. ”

Zahra warned me that coins are used by certain brands of underwear. A white stripe with a black background. Or a white, black strap full of quality underwear.

“It's not a sheep. ”

“Yang?”

“No, you're early, by the way. ”

“I wanted to get some sleep, but getting up early isn't so bad. ”

“Not early. ”

He flinches at his laptop and urges himself.

“I'm hungry. Let's get out there and get something to eat. ”

“It's a little early, but... Yes."

He got up from his seat. You head to the next room, where you don't speak for a while while while you're growing up alone with the remaining coins. I put the sunglasses on my growing head on my desk.

“What do you think?”

Coin bites. A growing finger taps the notebook.

“It wasn't real. That's it.”

A door that opens even before you ring the doorbell. Different coins than usual. Strange silence. The invisible master. Taking a step in, I understood everything. I was writing coincidentally. It was quiet. I wonder if he wrote all the writings that way. I have never been so sad that I can't read Korean. I remembered the river. I don't know where I came from or where I'm going. I glanced at my growing, dry lips.

“And you are? ”

I asked the man who grew up on fire. Half the coffee he bought was already gone.

“Are you feeling sick? ”

“Don't be stupid. ”

The coin falls into mind. He grows up around him.

“I saw the violin. ”

Coin spits out a word.

“Violin?”

“Yes."

“Do you speak Korean? ”

“A few words. ”

The coin recalls the words "violinist" that caught my eye.

“He seemed to be looking at something else. ”

See things that shouldn't be seen as ghosts or visions. That's how accidental writing is.

“We're all set. Let's get out.”

In his voice, the two of them went out.

“Tastes good. ”

I raised my glass high and cried out. There was a glimpse of love for alcohol full of eyes. Of the three people sitting at the round table, I was only drinking.

“This is the flavor. ”

Every sip he drank, he put in a flurry of pickled birds. He did, but there was one person who cared very much.

“A gift from God to humanity. ”

“Shut up. ”

You open your mouth to dry the coin you're staring at.

“Is it that good? ”

“Very. Can I get you a drink? ”

“I'm fine.”

I did not force him to grow up. I sip the wine quietly. However, his expression changed over time.

“I have to come here often. It's really good.”

“Coin recommended it. ”

“I shouldn't have done it. ”

He slices the beef into his mouth. Every time he cuts, blood spills out. Reminds me that what he was eating was life before it was food. He chewed asparagus. I put down the growing wine and asked.

“The sequel to what you used in your room, right? ”

“Yes.”

“What's going on with the violin? ”

He raised his head and looked at the two of them. He said, wielding a growing knife.

“I want to hear about the person who left the myth. ”

The language of God contains his end. The end is to create a myth that has been passed down for a long time. Is he going to mention him in the movies? You roll the fork in your hand.

“I can't tell you what his life will be like. ”

I waited for the rear horse to grow up.

“But I can tell you something about his core values. ”

Zahra's lips twitched.

“His writings will probably outlive God. ”

God's lifespan is 300 years. Nothing lasts forever. But there are moments that seem to last forever.

“Maybe he'll live forever. ”

I wrote with that thought.

“Would he like to know? ”

Will he be pleased with the existence that continues to live even after his master is dead? I imagined myself floating around as a ghost. What would he look like?

“You'll like it a little bit. ”

That was all I could say to him. I grew up again, but I didn't hang on for long. I turned instead.

“You have Bud in the language of God. ”

“Bird?”

Coins relive the novel briefly. It was not difficult to remember its existence.

“You mean God? ”

“Yes, exactly. ”

He used to live with the main character. The circle leaves Bird behind to find God, but God is always nearby.

“Actually, I'm thinking about doing Bird. ”

At the time of writing novels, Bird's existence became his own reversal. The moment the identity was revealed, people were happy. It was a trick that had already been revealed.

“But I want to use something special. ”

He put the chicken in his mouth and said:

“It's not the same as the scenario anyway. Do as you're told. ”

“But the bird means something to you, right? ”

He struggles to get a clue from himself.

“Birds have come out of other works so far. It's already your symbol. Besides, I like the guy named Bud. I want to understand deeply. ”

“It has nothing to do with what I think of birds. Read a book if you want to understand. ”

“You know what I'm talking about. ”

I sighed as I grew.

“I originally wanted to leave you with a diversion. ”

“Of course I will. ”

The coin snorts. He continued to eat quietly. He said, pouring another glass of growing wine.

“Well, we've gathered some of the best writers. I participated.”

Even if I don't like the results of the variety, I am confident that I will now.

“I'm going to leave the Bird role to a very effective actor. ”

“Is that so?"

“He won't tell me who it is. ”

“I didn't ask. ”

“I'm not curious. ”

“Highly classified.”

He kept bringing me information that I didn't even ask. He wanted to leak as much information as he did. I thought about it for a while and said.

“Bud, you know, ”

“Yes!”

“I can't fly. ”

“Yes?”

“It's Bud, but it can't fly. Too bad.”

He puts his hand on his temples.

“Bud is a person's name. God, to be exact. It's natural not to fly. ”

Zahra's expression slowly changed.

“But did you find it strange? Did you regret that? Birds that can't fly. The author's sympathy. Are you craving freedom? Not vertical, but a little messier than that. ”

I spoke the language of God as I grew up. Coin looked at the book and said,

“It's messy.”

Then he took in sparkling water as if it were a fury.

“· · · · · · But the actor was very arrogant. It's completely different from the image. But he was famous in Hollywood. Lots of people objected during the casting process. But I always wanted to give the actor a role. Anyway, that's why neurometastasis continued throughout the shoot. ”

The supper is ripe. You red your growing face, smells of alcohol, and spread your words. He had to force him to listen to Hollywood's information.

“So how did you solve it? ”

“Emotionally.”

I raised my growing hands high.

“I picked up everything I needed. I could say it back, but I didn't. Just like the other guy. Run out of the set, get persuaded by the staff to take a shot. I heard shouting and swearing. Oh, I didn't swear. It's not dignified.”

He glanced at Coin. He raises his middle finger and shakes it in front of Zahra. I grabbed the growing boat and laid it down.

”I don't actually hate cocky actors. They make excuses for me every time I behave rudely. ”

“But don't you get stressed when you're working? ”

“Take it. I don't want to do this. But I end up thinking, As long as it's a good movie. As long as you give me the acting I want. If it makes you feel any better about your choices. The actors trying to stick it up there are the more problematic. There are no such complaints. ”

“What are you comparing? It's all rubbish.”

The coin twitches its nose.

“I hate anyone who tries to come in with a code. I hate anyone who trusts in their skills. Especially not cocky. ”

Growing up, he said.

“Don't you just hate people? ”

That's right. He smiled small. The coin reacts sharply.

“I didn't like you either. ”

“Me?”

“Oh, I think I do. You went to Korea to see coincidence, right? ”

I nodded softly as I watched the air grow. Well, Coin was clearly expressing its feelings for coincidence at the time. It's been like this since the first meeting. And it was the same when I grew up. Although the attitude of the two people toward coincidence was completely different, I thought they might be quite similar.

“You were pushed by coincidence, weren't you? I remember reading an article. I heard it sells better than coins. Is that why you came all the way to Korea? Amazing.”

He rolled his eyes. Coin raises its mouth tail, pretending not to know.

“Hmph, that's why we can't talk to those who only see the parts. The difference between me and this guy is the sky and the earth. If you arrest 100 people and ask them, they'll agree. ”

“You admit partial defeat. Coincidence. ”

“Don't you know when to use the word 'defeat'? ”

“Isn't it now? Khh, it tastes good. ”

As Zahra lowers her wine glass, Coin reaches out. You're caught by the collar. He blinks. At that moment, I thought the beast was leaping. It's a very fast body move. He raises his fist high. It was not the time to be amazed. Zahra's eyes widen.

“Hey, wait a minute. ”

“This is an animal I don't like. Did he say people?”

“Neck, neck. ”

“You don't seem to know, so I'll let you know. Right now.”

“Surrender!”

Zahra exclaimed urgently. Strength is no joke. My nose sags. I was sure I'd be handsome if my nose was down, but that didn't mean I could really sit down. Before Zahra's feelings became a reality, he held his hand.

“Scary.”

Coin's hand stops before he grabs it. I opened my eyes, which were reflexively closed. He breathed.

“I've told you before, don't be so neat and poignant. When Coin swings, it doesn't feel like a joke. ”

“That's why it's so much more fun. Look, the grumbling mouth finally stopped. ”

“Are you all right?"

I grabbed a redder ripe face with my hands than before.

“This is exciting.”

It seemed like a nice smile and the laughter of a drunkard. He sat down again.

“Tell me about your pickpocket. ”

Zahra calms down for a moment and asks Coin without tiring. He chewed on the pretzel.

Violinist and God's Language (3) End

lim Han-baek