Great Novelist

“It's getting dark.”

“Ow, I'm drunk. ”

He saw a man who could not control his torsional body. Coin moves forward as if the thought of trying to raise him wasn't even a dream. Eventually, he grabbed his arm.

“Come to your senses. ”

“I'm perfectly fine. I'm a genius, I'm handsome, and I happen to have a copyright. ”

I heard Coin's ridicule come this far. He was still thankful that his words did not diminish. Otherwise, he'd be sweating himself dry trying to get in. I couldn't help but be annoyed by the coin.

“A drunkard on a beautiful street. ”

I stopped the coin from trying to shut him up again.

“Let's just leave it alone. If you talk, you'll sober up. ”

When I went near the river, no one was there. Even the ducks who were seen a lot hid themselves at night. No one was walking, no one was biking, no one was jogging, no one was sitting on a bench. There was a star shining in the sky. The buildings and bridges around the river glittered with lights. The Light of the River

This reflects. He stands for a moment and stares into the water.

“You're afraid, aren't you? ”

Zahra says, the coin turns around. He approached the river and said.

“You know what's in there. ”

“Do you think he's floating? ”

“Yes, I'm afraid so. ”

He looked down at the black water. I don't see anything. It was just illuminating the things around it. I never show myself.

“Like you. ”

Zahra sniffs and says.

“Where are you going? ”

“It keeps flowing. ”

“Bullshit.”

He agreed with his opinion. Growing up drunk, I was saying anything.

“Not bad for a night's vigilante. ”

“Is that the attitude of a person who is afraid? ”

You smile quietly. Coin glances at the river for a moment and says,

“Are you going to write in the army? ”

“I'll write it down. ”

“The sequel. ”

He thought for a moment and said.

“Maybe I'll use it. When I get a chance.”

I will write, fix and repeat it as I always have, and I will complete one story.

“I'm going to make a movie, too. ”

Zahra intervened and said. I raised my hands as I was sobbing. Ask the sky.

“But what if it doesn't work? ”

Geniuses had their own problems.

“What if I had won it and it was my choice to lead me down a path of hell? What if the hardships you're going through lead to failure? ”

The coin yawns and answers the drunkard.

“We're screwed. If I were God, I'd make you a wreck. ”

“Why?”

“That's bad luck. ”

I looked at him like I was looking for help growing up. He shrugs.

“We don't know the outcome. You'll be fine.”

“Then we're screwed. ”

“That's right.”

I raised my growing chin and shouted.

“Let's enjoy it now! ”

He spins around in his place and becomes nauseous. He took a step back.

“I see all kinds of crazy people. ”

The coin mutters, putting its hand in its pocket. He laughed a little. The cold wind blows. My hair is shaking. I'm going to cut it soon. He swept his hair up and down the street. After that, Coin and Zahra followed.

*

“Say that again. ”

“I'm in.”

“No way.”

“An army.”

“Who.”

“Coincidental writer. ”

“Why?”

“I don't know. ”

The Myeong-ryeol reporter swallowed and asked.

“Say that again. ”

He sighed and shouted.

“I just happened to be in the army! ”

“Coincidence?”

The office was completely chaotic. There were words of coincidence flying around. A genius writer accidentally went to the army. Right now. In this moment. Suddenly, without a word. No one knows. I'm in.

“Are you planning on it? ”

“I went into the Training Hall. ”

“Gone?"

The inscription reflectively imagined a short haircut of coincidence.

“You really are very secretive about everything. ”

The team leader mutters, gnashing his teeth. Every time he scratches his head, the dandruff blows.

“Send a team, and you put up a story. Put the phone in the publisher. ”

The inscription still could not concentrate.

“Why now? ”

It's because I couldn't shake that question. Why did he go to the army now?

“Isn't the movie confirmed? Must be a lot to do in Hollywood. This is what it was like in the first place. You're in the military? ”

God's language, which is a very big coincidence, was sold to Hollywood. Everyone was excited about this news. The confirmed director has a large film company in Zahra Jenkins. Programs that cover movies, programs that cover books, and programs that cover topics all refer to coincidence.

“I thought I'd see you in an interview soon. ”

Suddenly, this news. I enlisted, nothing else. There was a laughter.

“A real coincidence writer. ”

Not at all familiar

“Did Director Zahra know? ”

“How would I know that? Anyway, it'll be a lot easier this way if you move a little harder. ”

The chief's neurotic voice did not stop him from speaking.

“You knew, didn't you? You told everyone around you, right? Tell your family, your friends, your fellow writers, right? I don't know about the others, but I thought they were growing up. ”

“Well, there's a good chance. ”

“Are you saying that leaving the book was no longer a sign of public appearances? Wait, so you're saying you can't read a coincidence in the next two years? ”

His face darkened rapidly.

“Such a tragedy. ”

You wrap your head around it and shake your shoulders. Two years without coincidence begins. No, it's already started. Cruel without warning. Team Leader shouts.

“Aren't you moving fast? ”

“· · · · · · · Dongbaek. ”

“Yes, I like it. You go.”

The inscription stood up. I need an explanation right now.

“We were surprised. ”

Rose replied with a smile as if she had painted it. I asked for the name book in detail.

“Didn't you know?”

“I knew it. ”

Rose replied, not changing her face. Under the smile, there was a pile of embarrassment, panic, and dizziness that I had tasted that day.

“Thank you so much for letting me know as soon as you got back from Germany. ”

“When did you get back from Germany? ”

“When was it? About four months ago. ”

Rose looked at the air and thought of that day. She was excited to hear about the coincidence of her return. Here comes the sequel. Accidental writers are returning with a lot of good coverage and a lot of the work in mind. He's been through a lot in Germany. You must have gotten a lot.

After returning home, I pushed him into the meeting room and asked him.

“Did you study well? ”

He was calm. He always was. Rose stared at his face.

“Yes, I got the good stuff. It's a pretty specific kind of step. ”

“Is this going to be another award? ”

There, he made an awkward expression. Rose knew he would react that way and had no choice but to ask. I was excited.

“I don't know about that. ”

“You always do. ”

He is a humble man. Rose always thought that when she saw him. He did not scream or roll his feet, even as the language of God drifted into the great stream of success. I always return my calm voice on the phone. Most of the fifth-year writers she knows are in bookstores.

Just get a picture of the book on and you'll smile brightly with your face. I feel proud when I rise in rank. When you become the best seller, you hold your fist. Humility was next. The writer, coincidence, always omitted that step.

“Do you have a name for the main character? ”

“Yes.”

“What is it?”

“A violinist.”

“Your name?”

Rose opened her eyes wide and asked.

“He's a writer. A violin? ”

“The protagonist will turn on the violin. So it's a violinist.”

The rose focused on him. Tell the story in his head. My hands tremble. This time, I can see how the owner feels when he cut the goose's stomach to lay a golden egg. I want to get my hands on it a little faster. I heard the story and nodded.

“Such a tragic atmosphere. ”

“That's what the background looks like. There's defeat and depression and greed and selfishness everywhere. ”

“Coincidentally, you're particularly good with emotions. ”

“Is that so?"

I took a deep breath. I could only think of the stories he showed onstage. Roses could not stop being excited because they saw the future of writing that had not yet come out. He will hide behind the word fantasy and wield the sharp sword of criticism. The problem of reality

The pinch reminded me of his consciousness and the building of his own worldview of success. The hope that the protagonist of the world will become a hero who leaves a myth later makes it possible to enjoy a desperate past.

“The circle dug up a myth to meet God. I mentioned it briefly, but the traitor was very popular. The creators of mythology are also the ones the readers were curious about. ”

In the past, humans waged war. Humans don't stop fighting. Will not stop the carnage. Everyone has seen it. It kills people for no reason. They decided to outrun the humans in order to survive. Makes characters that only humans can read. The traitor betrayed the animal and saved humanity.

C. To repay the favor. How does the protagonists of the language of God differ from the figures that they explore, and in what ways are the same?

“The first article written by the protagonist is not a myth. You need to train before you write a myth. I'll write down why he was chosen by the traitor. ”

The rose did not strike the eye from the moving mouth of the Lord.

“Violinists will be the first to write war literature. ”

People are passionate about war. Win to gain colony. I make money. I can enjoy a rich life. My country is the best. Only a superior nation survives. Exclude the feisty. Then you'll live a little better. Let's fight. Let's win. The violinist is the only one who knows how to make a living.

pose a problem with such flow. Writing is used as a means.

“I write about the horrors of the war he witnessed. He's going to be a realistic writer. A writer who puts a lot of emphasis on his experience. ”

“I think of a writer. ”

When he said that, he laughed.

“It's going to take some time for that to get noticed. They turn away, but they reach out to the traitors. More lives watch his writings. ”

He unknowingly affects the world. The man who could not even see the musical aids, barely understood the writing, and never sold the book at all, and yet did not give up, so he was blatantly ignored from his surroundings. Nevertheless, he stepped forward. Roses continue ever after.

has also heard stories about God, war, and the languages that will be shown this time. She had to applaud.

“When are you going to start working then? ”

It was then that his expression changed. Roses fell into joy and didn't notice.

“I can give you as much time as you want. ”

“That's a relief. Then at least two years. ”

Rose laughed at a joke that wasn't funny. He smiled as well.

“I'm going to the army. ”

Violinist and God's Language (4) End

lim Han-baek