Great Novelist

“I heard you're making a movie. ”

The best asked with a nagging tone. It would have been uncomfortable for a stranger. He knew that there was no bad feeling in it.

“Oh, yes. Copyright sold.”

“It's a Hollywood coincidence. ”

“· · · · · · · I know. ”

The roots were cloudy, but the best gaze was towards the menu panel. I was a little confused if I didn't feel bad.

“Congratulations. But you're not there yet. You know, this book I gave, I didn't like the 15 scenes. ”

“Yep.”

He stretched his tail and replied. I thought there might be another celebration that I wasn't so happy about.

“Fifteen. Fifteen. ”

Emphasizes the section, just in case. She nods.

“I'm restraining it. ”

“· · · · · · · It's a long time behind. ”

“What did you say? ”

“No, I'm not.”

Compliance was continuing the calculation and conversation on the subject of coincidence while employees were dealing with the best.

“Short hair looks good on you. At first, I thought something had happened."

“I wonder, do you have a picture? ”

“You know what? Why don't you take a picture? ”

Junsu took his phone out of his pocket. When I showed him the screen, the writers gathered around him.

“Oh-ho.”

Calculation was impressed. There was a view of him staring at the camera. The smiling face looked familiar to my eyes.

“It's better than I thought. Though it may be cold. ”

“These photo journalists are going to be thrilled. ”

“Reminds me of my military days. ”

The best was to order food from the waiter who came into the room. Junsu said as he went out.

“I'm going into a job this time. ”

“Really?"

“Which one? ”

“It's long. I was going to put it on my blog, but the publisher came up with an offer. ”

“I see.”

No one was surprised. Writing is a writer's job. It's the same coincidence or no coincidence. Junsu remembered the day he took a picture shaking a glass of wine filled with water for no reason.

“What's with the head? That's cool."

Opening the door, there was a coincidence. While imagining the haircut, he said.

“I'm going to the army. ”

The short conversation changed the next two years. It is named after a time that is nothing special. Two years without coincidence. Two years after he left. Never again will his absence be guaranteed. Junsu hid his small trembling hand behind his back.

“Will he be nervous? ”

Faith emptied the beer and asked. Junsu raised his head and looked at her.

“Something's not right with me. I wonder what the writer is like. ”

“I don't think it's a big deal. ”

He stopped around and went ahead on his own. He is quite different from his surroundings.

“Isn't it a good place to take a rest and take a nap? ”

“The form was already the last year. ”

He said with a depressed look. But everyone imagines it all on the one hand. It is a coincidence that YeongChang, who is depressed, unable to adjust, collides with his supervisor, gets frozen. Junsu imagined a coincidence in a military uniform. I want you to pick up the military handbook and what's on it.

Yes. There must be some fancy sentences. What kind of coincidence does two eyes have to live by?

“Just think about what I'm going to write. ”

“You're right. ”

Calculation said in Junsu's muttering. They must be thinking about something they don't know. What to do while there are no coincidences.

“My club changed a lot after the coincidence. ”

“I don't remember any more. ”

The section laughed and said. That day's meals were made in a slightly serious atmosphere.

*

He enjoyed long walkers, smoking cars, tall buildings, packing wagons, and people dressed in various outfits and walking to various destinations. I took a deep breath. The cold air cools my nose.

“Greasy food. ”

He recited the words in the notebook. There was a line of food I wanted to eat.

“Soldier!”

The kid passing by raised his finger and said. The child's guardian repeated the child's words without giving her eyes.

“Oh, it's a soldier. Let's go quickly.”

“Soldier!”

“Yes, he's a soldier. ”

The caregiver grabs the child's hand and quickly passes the traffic light. He wiped his face and moved to the main street.

“You made it.”

“Yes.”

The sound of the door opening said my father. I was really hungry because of the smell of food coming from outside the house. There was warm food in the living room. I think my upper leg will bend. He was very happy, but he had to ask one question.

“Was it Chinese New Year? ”

Weeds, bandits, fish, skewers, and bread. It resembled the Lunar New Year landscape. The answer was my father.

“I did it because I wanted to eat food. ”

With the joy that flowed over his face, he scoured the food again. I can see the grilled mackerel barely holding its body to the edge.

“Isn't it nice to be welcomed together? We didn't get to spend the year together. ”

“Let's grill beef in the evening. ”

My mother came out of the kitchen and sat down and said, Anything was fine. It was greasy food. I told him to take off his clothes first.

“I'm hungry.”

“I'm going to wash it, so leave it on one side. ”

He walked into the room, standing straight up. I changed comfortably and came out, and she asked me.

“Military food sucks, right? ”

It's nothing compared to the food in front of you. Though it was an unexpected dish.

“I'll eat well. ”

He immediately split the mackerel in half. Salty. Crispy skin and soft flesh.

“Bandits are delicious. ”

“Eat some weeds. ”

“Did you defeat him yourself? ”

“There's nothing you can't find in the market these days. ”

My father took a handful of snacks without complaint.

“Nice house. ”

“Right.”

Among them, he quietly raised his skewers. Tasty meat, ham, and chives came out all at once. The egg clothing wrapped around the outside is sagging.

“How's the army? ”

He asks me how I am. He asks me every time I go on vacation. He replied vigorously.

“It fits. ”

“Do you want a stake? ”

“I didn't think that would be so bad either. ”

My father looked at him with a big look.

“It's hard to adjust, isn't it? ”

“A little.”

“Well done.”

“It's nice to have a vacation. ”

“Eat ribs, too. Delicious."

My mother let down the LAgalbi on the plate. He raised his ribs with his skewered hand. I was cold and warm.

“I'll go out and digest it. Can I get you anything? ”

“Nothing. Be careful. ”

“Yes.”

I was overwhelmed with overeating. I dressed approximately and walked around undisturbed. There was no destination. I thought about going around the neighborhood lightly. While walking quietly, the eyes were naturally looking over the surrounding landscape.

“Been a long time since I've been to a bookstore. ”

It was impulsive. I thought about it at the crossroads for a moment, but I didn't go back. There were a lot of people outside of the house. He was mixed up in between. No one talks. There was no commotion. Twelve months had passed since he joined the army. Mouth

The big news is no longer knighted. He walked the path consciously of those passing by. The way to the bookstore was quiet.

“There you are. ”

It was easy to find. A book written by a writer on the Main Street. I swept under the nose in hot, dry air.

“Reckless.”

The title of the book that matches him well. More than 100,000 copies have already been sold. He has made remarkable progress. I stared at the photo of the author in the crosshairs for a moment.

“Wait a minute.”

Someone said in the back. He stepped aside. The protruding hand selects the book on the direct path. He took a few moments to look over the books around him as he moved aside. I couldn't help but notice the name I know.

It was a section book. She published a full-length novel six months ago. It is a novel based on the company. It was pure literature, but in return for horror and grotesque, it also contained her own fears. This time, she was judged to be too much.

Novels were more meaningful.

“Junsu's book is coming out soon. ”

I looked inside. There were more diverse books. He stopped walking before the name Im Hyun-do. I stopped by the White Speech teacher's house before I joined the military. I wanted to tell you about my enlistment. The speaker invited Hyundai, but he didn't come. I said I was writing. week (s)

The arc recalled the last call he made with him.

“I'm going to the army. ”

He said yes. He added that no one would sneak in quietly.

“Yes."

He's grumpy. He doesn't say to watch your back, to say good-bye. I feel like I should do whatever I want. However, at the end of the call, he said:

“Your stomach is going to hurt a little. ”

The others will fly while you're tied up. He stroked the surface of the book like a belly. Like he said, the belly pulls gently. I wanted to write instead of holding a gun. I wanted to write while I was standing still. I just wanted to hold a pen all day. emotionally stacked

C.

“Whew.”

He took a deep breath. There was a place to unravel this emotion. Thinking about the writing that is still being written, which is clearly slow compared to other writings, he turned.

“Let me see your face. ”

It was the voice of the West that disturbed him who had returned home and held the manuscript.

“You know I haven't seen you since your first vacation? I'm getting your news as a story. ”

I only saw my face once during my 12-month vacation. Except then, all the vacations were invested in manuscripts in front of me.

“I'm writing. ”

“I'm happy to be a reader. ”

How about as a friend? I didn't have anything to say to you that sounded like I heard something behind it.

“Well, I can't if you're busy. ”

“Do you have time tomorrow? ”

I wanted to meet him after a long time. German army, German writing. Balance needs to be maintained in front of the plaintiff requiring long breaths. Long distances and short distances are different ways of competing. Seongwang talked to me at the right time. The LORD who has finished sleeping and waking in the time he remembers

I gladly looked at the manuscript and waited for my friends.

“Expensive face. ”

The first thing I came here was a sloth. When I found the uniform hanging on one side, my complexion changed. He glances over and falls to his knees.

“The smell of uniform. ”

“Someday you'll talk. ”

“Shut up. I don't want to hear it. ”

“It's a good place to be. ”

“Of course.”

Soon, Seogwang nervously raised his voice, saying, "Walk where you can't see."

“This is a well-ventilated area. ”

“Oh, I care. ”

Others say they're on their way. Seogwang stares at his hair.

“I really can't get used to it. ”

“Really?"

“Yeah. What do you think? Is it still worth it? ”

“Reasonable, but not comfortable. ”

He wept like a frightened deer.

“Once I get used to it, I get to live. ”

“I'm scared.”

When he saw it, he smiled small. It reminded me of a writer who had seen my face for a long time. A man who terrifies himself. Maybe he wanted a reaction like that.

“It's okay. You only have to go back once. ”

You, the Lord, patted the shoulder of the West, adding words to your insides.

End of 2 (1) years without coincidence

lim Han-baek