Great Novelist

I looked up at myself with a look that was not comforting at all. He confronted him appropriately and welcomed his soon arriving acquaintances. After a long time, I felt like an adult.

“I haven't seen your face in a long time. Anyway, this is what happens when you have good friends. ”

She raises her hand high and taps her shoulder a few times. Her hands were still burning. As she smiles awkwardly, she gives herself a crate of beer stuffed around her side.

“Gift.”

The weight entered my body was considerable. Spring shakes the strawberries with it. Seogwang accepted it and calmed down by the smell of strawberries. I headed to the uniform with the spring gaze. He put the heavy cans in the refrigerator and said:

“What a wonderful gift. I don't drink. ”

“Don't worry. I'll drink it. As expected, a student should get drunk during the day. ”

“Do you drink well? ”

Place your hands proudly on your waist. I was proud of the drink.

“I'm too old for that. ”

“Live to your age. ”

“Then, shall we eat something delicious? Where do you want me?”

The line shakes its head. He placed an order at a nearby store according to the kids' opinions about wanting to eat pizza. It's been a long time since I've seen Moon Ye-won's motivations. There was no one.

“Baron's the only one missing. ”

Spring said in a sad voice that she had read her mind.

“Because you went to the army. ”

“Even Baron. ”

Seogwang hugged his head. To some extent, I understand acting like a man on the edge of a cliff. Then the doorbell rings. He opened the door with joy. There was a blunt face. A bibliography.

“Hello?”

“You're late.”

“Welcome. ”

It's coming from behind my back.

“Yes.”

The scroll was also naturally spoken. I heard about it, but I was a little surprised.

“You really do know each other. ”

“Spring keeps dragging me to drink. Alcohol is the best way to get along. ”

“Are you all drunk? ”

He recalls having a conversation with his half-free tongue. Then Spring shook her hand.

“He didn't drink a sip. ”

“I don't know who you're friends with. ”

Knowing what he had taken, he looked at the scroll. He said, avoiding his eyes with a blunt face.

“I think I need to wake up. ”

“Hmm?"

“Hey, scriptwriter, you read well this time. ”

Then, protruding from between the two, Seongwang placed his hand on the shoulder of the scroll. The scroll does not stretch out his hand, but gazes silently.

“What article? ”

Seogwang asked.

“There was a piece on the doorbell. I'm a long-time subscriber there. ”

It's from a large publisher. Seogwang quickly teased me about the shape of a spider attached to a tree.

“As expected, the writing of a scriptwriter has a taste for creating empathy. Should I be encouraging? He's friendly in every way. It's actually this hard. You're getting stronger by the day. It's no coincidence, is it? You're the best new writer I've ever seen. ”

“Not really. ”

“The weather that stretches its branches without knowing how wide the sky is. It's spectacular. We may be losing our spot soon. Accidentally. ”

The bibliography didn't say anything about that. Seogwang patted his back with a face that he liked better. Seonhua communicated to such a western group.

“Stop chatting and open your seat quickly! ”

“There's nothing to do. · · · · · Okay, okay. ”

Seogwang groped into the kitchen. He glanced at the scroll. A relaxing face. I smiled slightly and asked.

“Fragment?”

“Yes, I got a call. Thank you.”

“I didn't know. ”

“Well.”

The scroll quickly found an excuse. He muttered instead of saying, "Why didn't you tell him?"

“I'd like to read it. ”

“· · · · · · · I'll get it. ”

The scroll was ready to run out of the house. He raised his hand and calmed him down.

“I knew it. I brought it. ”

Then, Seogwang interrupted. He had strawberries in his hand.

“You got it?”

The scroll asked with a puzzling expression. Seogwang quickly reacted as if he had waited only for that word. Pick up the scroll from the bag you brought. The purple cover caught my eye. Seonghwa glanced at me in a dazzling way.

“It's a walking bookstore. ”

He accepted the magazine he handed over.

“I'm excited. ”

“Hey, pizza's here. Somebody go out and get it. ”

The scroll shifts. He glances at the scroll and sets it down on one side.

“Don't you see? ”

“I want to relax later. ”

Seogwang folds his arms and nods.

“I know that heart. ”

“Have a drink. ”

Everyone went to the living room and grabbed a piece of alcohol and pizza. I started drinking. Australia also took a can of beer. The inscription was empty. He crooked his chin and asked.

“You don't drink? ”

My eyebrows flicker with a playful tone.

“I don't drink. ”

He laughed a little. Surprisingly enjoyed watching my colleagues change They solved the debrief that had taken up most of their college life. Professor, Motivator, Senior, Student, Credits, Employment, Future, Meaningless Past, Uncertain Presence, Justice to each other

Sims, disbelief in society.

“Life is hard. ”

“My money. ”

“Why did I choose my specialty? ”

It was awkward to change the subject in the dark. It was the subject that he was most pleased to talk about.

“Did you read the author's book? ”

He put his lips to the can entrance. I followed the gaze of the scroll. It's been a long time since I tasted alcohol that is cool, bitter and tasty.

“Yes.”

Seogwang lifted his hands happier than anyone else.

“Amazing, isn't it? It was hard-boiled. Literally titled. Snow falling winter. The night is dark, not even an inch ahead. Severe cold that freezes hands and feet. I think this is definitely going to be a turning point for the author. ”

“How was it?”

The scroll asked him. He said straightaway.

“My military life isn't over yet, but I think it's probably the most impressive book I've read inside. ”

“Khh, I knew it. ”

Seogwang clenched his fist.

“A factual statement from the coverage. In addition, it is unique to the author of the story. Rates and emotions, shocks and reversals in blasphemy. The writer definitely took it to the next level. When I missed this taste, I had no choice but to find him. ”

The scroll stared at the faint glare of the eye area. Shenzhen kicked his tongue.

“You're always in a fuss. ”

“It's a good thing to express your inner self. ”

“The elderly are bad things. ”

“The beginning of art is expression. An honest feeling from an impressed reader. It's the song of the heart. ”

“Noise.”

Seogwang opened his eyes and saw the line. Seonhua snorts and takes a beer.

“Anyway, there's no choice but to talk about books in a bar where two writers meet, one aspiring, one reading enthusiast, and one former doorman. ”

There was a smile on her face.

“Personally, I prefer algebra writers. ”

“That's a book I'll never forget. ”

Seonghwa's words catch up with me. Spring also participated.

“I was really scared. ”

“The logarithmic value is simple. ”

“The writer always crosses the line on purpose. So that's good.”

He took his mouth back to the can entrance. The gaze of the scroll catches up again. He looked at the air for a moment and said,

“You can drink if you want. ”

“· · · · · · · · I'm thinking a little bit. ”

“You're not in charge now. It's okay if it's just for fun. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“Let's drink, drink. ”

The fast-acting line opened a can with a happy face and handed it to him. The atmosphere with my close friends was so ripe. It's not something you don't understand about wanting to drink. He can still enjoy. He reached out and took it to him.

“Bam.”

The cans slammed together and sounded dull. The others pushed the nearly empty cans in.

“Since midday. ”

There comes a time when you can be brave. When I get used to something. Those who are accustomed to drinking are not afraid to drink. He sighed when he saw his friends lying around.

“It's a small house, but it's a mess. ”

He put down a can that weighed almost the same as the first one. I literally wet my lips. I lightly removed the empty cans and sat on the couch. He picked up a book, looking at the quiet landscape of the house.

“Let's read it. ”

A fragment written by the Bible. I looked at the literature. This issue is about tradition and innovation. I had a rough idea of what parts of the bibliography I was writing. There will be progress and remuneration in all areas. You open the book. His writing is stuck in the middle. The printed letters don't make me feel good.

A bird cries out the window and passes by.

“Huh? What are you doing? ”

Seogwang raised his body, rubbing his eyes. He did not answer. He poured a glass of water into his filthy mouth and turned to him reading. Seogwang glanced over his shoulder. He did not respond to his posture, which came right behind him.

“Can you see the bud? I think he's gonna be big. ”

Western words have their own weight. The number of books he reads is unimaginable. Only one eye can see for sure.

“It's been about a year. ”

Seogwang glances at the back of his head, turning the cup in his hand. He was sweeping his stomach with his hands.

“Does your stomach hurt? ”

“A little.”

“Go to the bathroom. ”

“Haha.”

From the West's point of view, his attitude was strange. I always did, so I was crazy. Crazy writer. Crazy guy with a sentence.

“It's not enough for you. ”

Seogwang boldly said. The inscription is remarkable. It stands out among new writers. It's growing explosively. But if it's a coincidence, it's not. Not by chance, not even the members of the club he was in. However, I have a bibliography. Seongpil.

is something only writers can show. Give the reader a reason to read the article. Seogwang glanced at his friend who was faintly shining at the window and said,

“You're not seriously nervous, are you? ”

“I'm so nervous. ”

The mouth of Seogwang was twitchy. If that's what you mean.

“You really don't know yourself. ”

He just raised his head. Light pours from the window. Seogwang, of course, muttered to himself. I couldn't find the damn thing even after washing my eyes. No jealousy, no urgency, no fear, no anger.

“It can't be a coincidence. ”

Seogwang inhaled the remaining water. It was cheerful enough for the viewer to be cooler.

“I'm nervous about other writers than you. ”

End of 2 years (2) without coincidence

lim Han-baek