Great Novelist

Rose asked for a long time.

“Because of the coverage? ”

“No, I'm enlisting. ”

“Who?”

“Me.”

That feeling, I never really thought of it. Rose looked at the list in front of her eyes.

“I've never seen such an interesting writer. ”

He really enlisted without a word. It was his plan. Rose cooperated with it. The manifest asked for details. I told her the answer I had planned.

“How does the publisher look at the writer's long break by chance? ”

Your voice is low. Rose sighs lightly.

“Every writer comes at a time like this. But unfortunately, I won't deny it. because we were beneficiaries of that speed. As a publisher, as a reader.”

The manifest leans back and leans over the couch.

“I felt like I had sent my children to the military. ”

Rose smiles small.

“Well, the food I eat on an empty stomach is the best. It's worth the wait. ”

The manifest said:

“It's painful to wait and empty. ”

Rose agreed with silence. The manifest is now in place.

“Are you going to the office? ”

“No, this is the situation. We need to move more. ”

The manifest looked at the arrivals and said,

“I'm off to see the writers now. ”

Coincidence of a genius writer joining the army. Everyone is surprised at the news that it's too late.

Coincidentally, the writer has already been admitted and is giving me a surprise.

Netizens panicked. Coincidence in the army? Real time query spikes.

What is the age of this coincidence? An unexpected timing. I'll do my duty.

The whole world was surprised by the news of joining the military. Reactions from overseas readers. Military or conscription? So when do we get to see the new coincidence?

Overseas media attention. Incidental enlistment news. Increasing coverage.

The enlistment of world-class writers. What a coincidence. What about the writers from the military? The story of a World War II war veteran.

What are the chances of military service?

Quick admission, cool choice. Why netizens support coincidence.

A man who fulfills his duty is beautiful. Praises pour into coincidence.

Incidentally, even short hair fits well. Everything is perfect.

Who's the celebrity in trouble with the military? An unprecedented walk of chance.

Publishers knew about the accidental enlistment.

Two years without coincidence. Readers wait.

May everyone applaud his choice.

What will happen to the busy publishing industry today, and the two-year fluke after coincidence? The void of genius.

The reactions of nearby writers. He said he'd have a good trip. There's no tension.

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“I'm surprised you didn't report it. ”

The secretary said, putting down the pool table. I was about to finish an urgent phone interview. The news of the coincidence is finally out there. I thought my mouth was itchy and I was going to die. The companion always looked at his friend with a pathetic gaze.

“I called the other day. You didn't get it. ”

“I was sleeping. ”

“It's your fault for sleeping until 6: 00 p.m." ”

“Why don't you sleep until 6: 00 p.m.? I fell asleep that morning at 10: 00 a.m. ”

The West said confidently.

“Writing. ”

Comrade Gil only handed over one book in his hand. He looked at the laptop on the pool table.

“That's a good response. ”

“It's not an insult. ”

“That's great. I was shocked. It's like he doesn't even think and act. ”

Comrade Gil raises his eyebrows.

“I can't believe I'm hearing that from you. Poor coincidence.”

He snorted.

“That's right. An army that's this famous? I'd stay as long as I can. We had a death wish because we didn't want to go. ”

“I was being dragged to the slaughterhouse. ”

“Not that much. ”

But I didn't want to go. It was not so sad that there was something to hate in the world.

“Aren't you afraid that she'll be forgotten? ”

He swung his pool pole into the air.

“It's the first time I've been away for two years, and you volunteer like that. Mystery.”

“Hmph.”

“But the principle of coincidence is actually simpler than you think, right? ”

I stopped the pool pole, which was drawn from side to side. At the end of it, a man reading Hemingway with a chilly breeze.

“You went to get something. ”

Just like you went to Russia. The west picked up a heavy pool ball. The companion closes the book in a loud voice.

“How was it?”

“He wrote a sequel. ”

“A sequel?”

“The language of God. ”

The eyes in the west were lively.

“It's about the past. ”

“War must be the backdrop. ”

“So the army? ”

“There must have been a reason. ”

The middle man leans back. A ball is pushed out of his butt. The sunlight from the window settles on his face in an authentic way. His eyes revealed a different color than usual.

“That's funny.”

Comrade Gil was familiar with the attitude of the West.

“What about you? Did you get a good article? You went to Russia.”

“Reasonable.”

In fact, I am quite satisfied.

“You're actually quite satisfied, aren't you? ”

“· · · · · · · · I won't deny it. ”

He finally brings out the ingredients he has kept for a long time. If you are not satisfied, there is nothing to give to the world. The west saw the same way with a nasty smile. A spy novel written in the same direction will be a masterpiece. Plus, the timing was good.

“Aren't you crying Lord? I've been forgotten for two years. ”

Instead of saying silly things or when do you plan to grow up, he replied.

“That would be fun, too. ”

A low, cold voice contained a slight joke. The west shoots a white ball to roll the ball with his hand.

“I have to tell coincidence. ”

“It's poetic.”

A huge cry echoes from the boat in the west. Comrade Gil frowns and chuckles.

“I'm hungry. Why didn't you just go to the club meeting? ”

“You said you were a pain in the ass. It's too late.”

“Isn't that right? Let's just get him a shot. ”

“I'm going. ”

“Why? I'll live. ”

The two of them continued to have a late dinner without needing it.

“Khh, good. ”

Faith breathed out loud and said. The section told me to wipe the beer bubbles off my mouth.

“I wish I had eaten before I left. ”

It was about a young writer who left an urgent greeting. Faith rolled up and agreed.

“I told you, I wanted to ask you a lot of questions. ”

“Ask me what? ”

“What is the scariest emotion, the most mindset, the scariest fear, the thought of enlisting, etc.? ”

“Are you a journalist?”

The muscle mutters a little. Junsu said softly.

“Well, it's not that I don't understand. Suddenly.”

“We ate together. ”

Before disappearing like the wind, he came to the home of a white book writer with roots and adherence. I stayed late that day.

“What did you talk about? ”

A slight ringing voice crosses the table. Only black was the calculation across the body. After a long time of overseas coverage, she only came to Korea a few months ago. The reincarnation flinched.

“We don't know that either. They were talking. ”

I'll probably have a good trip. Take care of yourself. The speaker tried to call the writer Im Hyun, but the writer didn't come.

“When I ate, it was just like usual. I was jumping around, I was nervous, I was eating. ”

Junsu said to his grumbling comrade.

“This guy, he's trying to scare me bad. ”

“That's too much for her. ”

“Were you scared?”

Faith held out its head and asked. Junsu waved his fingers left and right three times.

“Not at all. That's why it's bumpy. ”

“I knew it. ”

The section twists its chin and says: It was only in my imagination that I was confused or frightened. I'm tired of saying it's not age-appropriate. He's a Buddhist.

“It was really not fun. We know everything. He didn't even go to the army. ”

“Really? How? Do you know any soldiers around here? ”

I shook my head to the question of faith.

“They're studying these days. ”

“Study?”

Calculation responded quickly. Junsu replied instead of working.

“They were preparing to talk about the war. ”

The plates and knives clash, making sharp noises. Writers looked at each other.

“Brave. ”

Calculate says she's done staring at the red wine in the glass. It is blood and flesh that make war. Accidentally, you will encounter a terrible vision several times as you write it. In a virtual space, it is possible to be more aggressive. Why do people kill people?

Do you want war, or do you refuse war? What is victory? What is defeat? What makes war and what makes peace. Where should humanity go? I can refer to the great and huge propositions as much as I want. Readers look for answers to questions in books. The language of God. Popularity was a promised situation. The key to success is how coincidence can boost your work. Everyone added one by one.

“He never gets tired of it. You've picked out such a handy ingredient. ”

The section said small.

“I'm sure he eats iron. ”

“Is that why you went to the army? I think I've dedicated my life to real writing. ”

He opened his mouth with the expression that he couldn't believe it. The food she was chewing met the outside air. Compliance naturally encouraged water and opened its mouth.

“My comrade pretended not to, but he was full of strength. I heard you handed over the manuscript. You seem confident. ”

“Russia, right? ”

“You've finished what you've been working on. And there are no coincidences. ”

The section and compliance looked at each other. I've always wanted to write the same article. Topic. Story. It reveals itself this time.

“I'm sure her spy novels are interesting. ”

Calculation nods quietly.

“I'm looking forward to it. ”

“I like you, comrade. ”

Faith held out its mouth. The calculation said with a small smile.

“You're looking forward to it. Because it's fun. ”

“Empty words are not good. ”

At that moment, the door opened wide. The last group of the day arrives too late. The best was raising his chin. Faith opened my eyes.

“It's not empty. Calculator's sister doesn't talk empty. ”

“What are you talking about? ”

A strong belief in what he said was revealed in the confident stride.

“The late one speaks well. ”

He didn't even change his face even after the section said so.

“My work is more important than a meal. Today, I was writing well and spent more time than usual. ”

“Have a seat here. ”

Junsu led him to his seat. Choi looked at the faces of the writers sitting around the table one by one and said,

“That's no coincidence. ”

“I don't have a co-worker or a co-worker. ”

The best thing he said was, stretching his mouth.

“I can't believe you didn't notice the significance. ”

“· · · · · · · Sorry. ”

The best twisted his legs. Roots apologized tremblingly.

Violinist and God's Language (5) End

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